#im just gonna boop it after i have dinner and get into writing something else

[the-kipsabian]

how often is too often (is there even such a concept) to reblog your own fics

[knybits]

WASSUP ily but i am here to request our one and only SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA! per usual so how about sanemi and his s/o i’m a soulmate au because i just love soulmate aus! take your time love you 💗💖💕💕💝💝💓💓

YES!!! SANEMI SOULMATE AU!!!! ngl this was such a gd joy to write im :,,) im soft :,,) 

the au is that soulmates can see eachother when theyre standing in front of a reflective window! they cant talk tho :( 

i hope you like this mari!! i made it extra crackhead for you uwu 💞💞💓💓💕💕

Soulmate!Au  Sanemi x reader 

Sanemi has… the perfect soulmate. 

Why, you may be asking? 

They have a fucking dog. 

“C’mon Tama, c’mere!” You coo at your new puppy, crouching down to try and beckon it forth. 

Small tongue hanging and a button tail wagging, Tama bounds over to you and leaps into your arms in pure joy, yapping excitedly as you nuzzle your nose into hits face. 

“You’re too cute Tama!! I love you, awww you’re so cute!” A sudden idea hits you and your eyes widen. 

“You’ve never seen your reflection, huh? Oh boy, this is gonna be fun!” You boop your dog’s nose and they bark again. 

You stare down at your little pup, cradling it like a baby and scratching it’s tummy with a laugh. Tama continues to live in pure bliss and you finally make it to the window. 

“Alright, ready Tama? Here we go-!” You raise Tama by their front legs, body hanging before seeing something in the window that you shouldn't see. Out of pure shock, you drop Tama, who lands unharmed and starts to roll on the ground, dirtying their fur coat. 

The random person in the window starts to yell at you, thoroughly pissed and you can only assume it’s because you just dropped the cutest thing in the world. 

Or, well, second cutest. 

The man in your window is… hot to say the least. His bare chest is openly displaying the plethora of scars that he has and his face is littered with scars too. There’s a katana by his side and his hair is as white as Tama’s fur coat. 

You blink at him owlishly before rushing to the front door, glancing outside only to see no one there.

Which means…

When you rush back to the window, you breathe hot air onto the glass and write some words out. 

“You’re my soulmate?” 

He stares at it, having to read backwards, but shrugs then nods his head. 

“I guess so. Show me your dog.” He writes back, and you rolls your eyes. He looks at you, annoyed by your response, but you comply and reach down to pick Tama’s tiny fluffy body up. 

Never have you ever seen such a soft smile… 

Over time, you find out that your soulmate’s name is Shinazugawa Sanemi. He doesn’t divulge into himself, mainly standing by the window to just look at your dog. 

Sometimes, he shows up in your window with blood on his body, exhaustion overtaking his features. But one look at your dog and he’s back to his normal, kinda angry self. 

“I think you’re using me for my dog,” you write on the glass to him. 

He smirks, writing back, “You’re right,” and you nearly throw a fist through the glass. 

But he always comes back, finding time to walk through a town and weirdly stand in front of someone else’s window to look at you. He likes to watch you take care of Tama, sure, but he also loves to watch you live a normal life.

A normal life he can’t have nor give you. But he’s fine with killing demons and protecting you from the dangers of the night. 

In his own way, he has someone to come home to every night. 

You and your dog. 

Sometimes you ask him what he does, or if he’s a samurai. Which is weird considering the advancing times, but Sanemi would roll his eyes and write for you to not worry about it. 

Then you’d hide Tama away and he bangs on the glass before having to run away, most likely getting yelled at by the actual residents of the house that he’s looking through. 

And then he’d return, this time looking through someone else’s window, and flip you off. 

True love at its finest. 

A year passes by and Tama gets big. 

No like. 

Big big. 

Size of a sack of potatoes big. 

You write a joke to Sanemi, telling him that it’s almost as if you two are the parents of Tama, considering Sanemi showed up around the time you picked a newborn Tama out of a shrub. 

“You’re crazy,” he writes furiously, but you laugh at his blush and he starts to pound on the glass again. 

“I wonder what your voice sounds like,” you write to him. 

“Funny that I don’t.” 

Yeah so he didn’t get to see Tama for a solid two days after that. 

You even slapped a paper onto the window stating that Tama is within your custody for the rest of the week and that he doesn’t have the right to see Tama till the weekend. 

Sanemi goes apeshit, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Let me see my son,” he writes, and you stick your tongue out at him. 

He’s tearing at his hair now as you write, “Tama is sleeping at my feet loser. Get on my level.” 

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!” 

You turn your head, arms crossed as Sanemi continues to write on the window, a mess of cursing and vulgar language that you don’t care too much to read. 

“Let’s go Tama,” you whisper as you crouch down, and Tama perks awake. 

But instead of hopping into your arms, Tama yaps and bounds out the door. 

“Hey! Wait-!” 

Oh my fucking god your soulmate is actually writing on your window. 

His eyes widen when he sees Tama and out of instinct, Sanemi crouches down with his arms open wide as if he’s welcoming his child back from their first day of school. He’s even smiling to boot, and your heart seizes. 

“What the hell are you doing outside my house,” you breath out. 

Sanemi snaps his head up to you, still petting Tama’s head before realization dawns on him. 

“hEY YOU TRIED TO TAKE TAMA AWAY FROM ME!” 

“YOU WERE BEING A DICK!!” 

“THEN DON’T ASK SHITTY QUESTIONS!!” 

“I JUST WANTED TO LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE!” You finally huff out, and Tama barks to break the angry tension. 

You frown, suddenly sad that your son had to witness their parents fight, and you swipe Tama out of Sanemi’s arms, cooing and apologizing. Sanemi yells for Tama back, but you roll your eyes and saunter back into the house. 

“If you want to hold him so badly then stay for dinner!” 

Sanemi stops, blinks twice, then shuffles in with a soft smile on his face. 

He has someone to come home to every night now. 

[8zs]

Amortentia

(gif is not mine)

Pairing: Gryffindor! Hongjoong x (Your house)! reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst??, Hogwarts! au

Words: 1.615

Song: Pin - Grimes

A/n: i listened to pin while writing this and im not sure if the lyrics have anything to do with the plot but yeah kgjldfjgld hehe hope u like it anon! since u didnt specify joongs house i just went with gryffindor :D IGNORE THAT I PUT LIKE a tiktok audio reference in here... I just. Man i got no braincells.. 

It was  your sixth year at Hogwarts, so it was no surprise you finally got a lesson about Amortentia. You and your gryffindor boyfriend, Hongjoong walked to class. You were holding hands as he joked about the Amortentia smelling like your sweet shampoo.

“Like my Amortentia wouldn’t smell like your signature stinky smell!” You laughed.

Hongjoong threw his head back, laughing because of your remark.

“Wow, thanks (y/n)!” He ruffled your hair and quickly pecked your cheek, knowing that if any teacher saw you, you would have detention;  Again.

Potions was one of the few classes you and Hongjoong had together. He was pretty good at it, and you were, well, not failing the dreadful class.

“Good morning , students!” Slughorn spoke and the class went silent, you all respected Professor Slughorn greatly. “Today, I’m going to teach you about Amortentia. If you had done the preparations, you had known Amortentia is a love potion. The most powerful one in the world, to be exact.”

You all quickly got to work, and Hongjoong being your partner in class, you had it brewing pretty quickly.

Professor Slughorn finally got to your table and smiled. “Hongjoong, I hadn’t expected anything else. It’s perfect. (y/n), did you help? Or did you let Hongjoong do all the work?” You quickly shook your head. “No, professor. I helped Hongjoong a lot!” He grinned. “Good, that’s what I like to hear.”

After chatting with the professor a bit, Hongjoong turned to you. “What does your Amortentia smell like?” He had a sparkle in his eyes and it made you smile.

You took a little sniff from the brewing cauldron. You giggled. “It smells like my bed, paint… And strange enough… You after a quidditch match?”

Hongjoong blushed, and giggled. “Well, my amortentia smells like… Hmm. A quaffle, new parchment and your hair… Hey, I predicted that earlier!” You just smiled and squeezed his hand.

After you and some other classmates were done with the potion, class ended. It was now dinner time and you and Hongjoong were on your way to the dining hall. When you got there you had to part ways to sit with your respectable friend group.

You sat down beside Yeri and Jungwoo, and started talking about your day and classes. Suddenly you felt someone squeeze in between you and a housemate , who you recognized to be Yewon. You looked up and it was Youngtaek.

Your relationship with Youngtaek was… Interesting. The boy had always had a small crush on you, and you kinda suspected he did. You never said anything about it, though.

You didn’t get along that well, he annoyed you sometimes with his know-it-all attitude but you always tried to be nice to him. He was a housemate after all.

“Hey, (y/n). I know we’re about to have desert but I made you a little pastry.” He said, visibly nervous.

“Oh my god…” “Jesus…” You heard Yeri and Jungwoo mumble. You were about to say something not so nice, but you changed your mind. Sometimes you can choose to not be a dick. “Do you like it?” Youngtaek asked you while playing with his fingers. You gulped. “Yes… Thank you.”

After dinner you were still a little hungry. “Hey, Youngtaek. Is it okay if I eat the pastry now?” He nodded eagerly. So you took a bite and looked at Youngtaek who grabbed your hand. You wanted to shove him away, but suddenly you didn’t mind it anymore. You actually liked it and laced your fingers with his. He giggled and put the pastry away. “Did it taste good?” You booped his nose. “Of course, silly!” Yeri and Jungwoo witnessed what went on and looked at each other. This couldn’t be good, but they decided to wait it out and see what happens.

Hongjoong had no idea that this had happened. But that wouldn’t last long.

That night you didn’t come to the gryffindor common room to cuddle and read with him. But he tried not to be too sad about it, maybe you just needed some time alone.

The next day you didn’t greet him on the way to the dining hall, in fact, he hadn’t even seen you. 

That was until he walked in there, and saw you glued to Youngtaek’s arm, Yeri and Jungwoo looking visibly uncomfortable and Youngtaek enjoying it very much. 

He stormed to his table and sat down next to Mingi. “What’s u-“ “What the hell is with (y/n) and Youngtaek? I’m their boyfriend, why are they glued to his arm? Why is he enjoying it so much? Why do (y/n)’s friends look so uncomfortable? What the hell is going on?!” Hongjoong ranted to Mingi. “Wait, didn’t that guy have a crush on (y/n)? Like, for a long time already? A-and, I don’t wanna assume but you guys got taught about Amortentia yesterday, no? Maybe… He took some and used it on them? I don’t know I’m just guessing but, it’s an option?” Mingi said.

Hongjoong’s blood started to boil. Could it be? Would Youngtaek do that? What the actual fuck? That was his s/o, not Youngtaek’s. He turned back to Mingi. “Dude, can you make an antidote. Please? It’s Saturday, we don’t have classes and I’ll make your herbology homework for the rest of the month?” Hongjoong pleaded. With a sigh and a nod, Mingi agreed.

After breakfast, Mingi headed to the potions class and Hongjoong went to look for Yeri and Jungwoo. 

He found them pretty quickly and pulled them aside. “Did Youngtaek give anything to (y/n) recently? Like to eat or drink or whatever the fuck?” 

Yeri nodded. “Yeah, yesterday at dinner he gave them a pastry and suddenly they were all over him.” “And you guys didn’t tell me anything? You guys didn’t tell a teacher? You didn’t tell him off?” Yeri and Jungwoo looked at eachother, and then looked down in shame. “What the fuck?” “Look, we didn’t think it was serious? Like, maybe (y/n) just got over their annoyance for Youngtaek and liked him? A bit? I don’t know, I’m sorry…”

Hongjoong ran his fingers through his silver locks and sighed in annoyance. “It’s- it’s whatever.  Look, just get (y/n) to the potions classroom in like, 20 minutes. Okay?” Yeri nodded as Jungwoo spoke. “Yes, sir!” And with that they went off to find you. Hongjoong headed to the potions classroom.

Meanwhile you, you were in your common room with Youngtaek. He was feeding you strawberries and cuddling you. “Ah, Youngtaek! You’re so cute!” You pinched his cheek and booped his nose. 

As he fed you the last strawberry, he spoke up. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” “Oh, of course, Youngtaek!”

“Not happening.” Jungwoo said and quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

Yeri gasped. “Gosh, (y/n), you look so sick…” “Whatever!” You snarled. “Let me go! I was about to kiss the love of my life! The boy of my dreams! Let me go, right now!”

Needless to say, you struggled the whole way to the potions classroom. And a lot of people gave you, Yeri and Jungwoo weird looks. But none of you cared, Yeri and Jungwoo needed you cured.

As soon as you entered the classroom, Jungwoo sat you down in one of the chairs and you growled.

“What the hell is your problem? Can I go back to Youngtaek? He was gonna take me on a date to Hogsmeade.” Hongjoong balled his fists and was ready to go find him, but Mingi stopped him.

“Let’s cure your s/o first, okay?” Hongjoong just nodded.

Mingi walked over to you, holding the antidote, but you didn’t know that. It just looked like regular juice to you. “You can go to your loverboy if you drink this, you look… Uh, dehydrated. Yeah.”

“Whatever.” You took the cup and swallowed its contents.

Suddenly, you felt like you could properly breathe for the first time in twenty-four  hours. You felt dizzy and refreshed all at once.

“What- was that?”

Mingi squatted down in front of you. “Youngtaek gave you Amortentia and you were, well, in love with him for a whole day.” You nearly gagged in response,  but then it hit you.

You were “in love” with Youngtaek for the past twenty -four hours. Your eyes went wide and tears formed. “Where’s Joong?” You croaked out.

“I’m here…” He said and walked over to you.

Tears spilled from your eyes and you looked away from him. “’I’m so sorry, Hongjoong. I didn’t know he poisoned me. I-I-…” You stopped talking and just cried. He sat down where Mingi sat, and started rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. “Look at me, love. You didn’t know, and you couldn’t prevent this from happening. It’s fine. I still love you.”

You threw yourself onto Hongjoong and sobbed into his shoulder. “I love you too, so much. Don’t ever doubt that.”

You all eventually left the potions class and walked over to (your house’s) common room. Youngtaek was still sitting there and when he heard people enter he turned around and saw you. “Hey, babe.” He smirked. You just smiled at him and walked over to him. He stood up and stood in front of you, he noticed you didn’t look as sick anymore and panic set in. Before he could say anything, you slapped him in the face. “Don’t ever pull this shit again.”

That night, you slept over in Hongjoong’s room and you cuddled all night, whispering sweet nothing’s to each other and giggling.

Mingi and some other gryffindor boys didn’t get much sleep that night, but at least they were happy that their best chaser had his person back.

[soundofseventeen]

13 Days of Christmas (Jeon Wonwoo)

If you read Terrible Things, this is in the same universe! It was one of my favorites to write!!! Also Joshua Hong has got me fucked up...unedited bc im getting ready for work

Word count: 2392

You could feel it deep in your bones that something was off with Wonwoo. He was generally a happy person; you could tell by the way he walked. When he was happy, he took big strides and if he was in the middle of a story, he would often talk with his hands, and sometimes he could be heard before he could be seen. But when something bugged it, it was darkness loomed over him, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. Ever since the month started, you could see his spirits deflating by the day. 

Now Christmas was one of your favorite holidays because it brought out the charitable sides of people. And the lights and inflatables made everything feel magical. You often switched between the famous Santa hat to the elf just because.Everything just...felt different. And every time you saw Wonwoo, it was like he lacked something. At first, you thought he caught a bug which is why you stayed at arm’s length for a time. No offense to him, but if you got sick, you’d be sad because the child you adored so much didn’t deserve to be sick.

And then, you asked him if he was still sick and he looked at you funny and you knew he wasn’t sick and you felt foolish. So you made him cookies to make up for it. But when you went to his house, you were surprised that you didn’t find one anything related to Christmas, not a tree or stocking or even a single candy cane. The outside didn’t look like the rest of the neighborhood. And the inside just looked the same. It kinda broke your heart and then it clicked that he was still mourning the death of his wife and you felt even dumber for not noticing that sooner.

He had given you the time off to go home with your friends and family and he’d stay with Daejung. All the other members finally had the chance to spend their Christmases either back home or with the families of their newest love interests. So, you rejected the offer and told him you’d be staying home instead so if he needed you for any type of emergency, you’d be easy to reach.

So you fixed up your house with enough Christmas cheer to take you to the next century and whipped up more food than you thought you had and counted down the days to Christmas. You bought and sent gifts to your deserving family members and some for the boys whenever you saw them again (which you had a hunch would be some time after the new year because the idol life was hard) and you put extra thought and care for the single father and son who you hoped wouldn’t be so lonely anymore. It saddened you to think Dae would grow up without a mother but Wonwoo...Wonwoo lost his best friend and partner in crime. He’d have to watch Dae turn into someone who resembled both. Mrs. Jeon Wonwoo, according to Wonwoo was a spectacular woman so with her in mind, you found something for them for each of them and you hoped they liked it.

*

“Y/N, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble just to have us over,” Wonwoo chided you gently. “It’s just a holiday and Dae won’t even know if missed a Christmas.” He wiped his mouth on the napkin you provided. He wasn’t as he hungry as he looked but you just made the best food he ever tasted, so he just had to get a bite of everything.

You fed Daejung a spoonful of soup you made especially for him while looking at him. “No one should spend it alone, and I wasn’t gonna have anyone over. And since I work for you, isn’t this just another day for us?” You turned to the baby who was expectantly waiting for more. “Alright baby, open up. Alright you wanna feed yourself? Okay, but eat.”

He raised his cup of coffee in a toast but he watched you interact with Dae feeling happy despite the circumstances. His wife had passed away about half a year ago, so while he still struggled to make peace with it, he found comfort in knowing found a close to full time nanny that loved him almost as much as she would’ve. He knew you fell in love with the baby at first sight and Dae himself did so many things for your attention when Wonwoo interviewed you. He finally felt like he made the right choice in choosing. He was still realistic though; he wasn’t gonna ask for your hand in marriage and ask you to raise Dae like he was your own son. But he had to admit he hated the way his heart twisted up at the thought of Dae being old enough to do these things without you.

“Eww, dirty boy,” he saw you affectionately wrinkle your nose at him, “you got the carrots all over yourself. Wow, you finished your potatoes. Do you want more?” Wonwoo was pleasantly surprised when Daejung nodded. “Finish a little bit more juice, my love. Please?”

“Aren’t you gonna eat, Y/N?” He didn’t doubt that your own food would be cold by now. “I can take care of him? We’re your guests.”

You waved him off, standing up and getting Daejung out of his high chair, not minding the mushed vegetables that landed on your white shirt and potentially staining it. You finally sat him on your lap, ready to finally enjoy your meal. “I have noodles, corn, peas and whatever you want...okay maybe not whatever you want but things you can eat.”

“Is he really that hungry?”

“I don’t know much about genetics but I’m almost positive he takes up after you with that.” You pointed at the nearly empty plate and Wonwoo was shocked at how much he managed to eat. “Watch. I’m gonna grab some of the noodles with my chopsticks and then Dae’s gonna grab them and eat them.”

“Aren’t they spicy?” The whole reason he ate nearly everything else except the noodles was for that same reason.

“Wonwoo, if I didn’t know he’d eventually pick at my plate, I would’ve added more spices and everything. Mostly everything I made is safe enough for Dae to eat.”

“Why?”

“Because he will eat just about anything I make, especially if I’m about to eat.” And sure enough, the moment you raised the chopsticks with the noodles, Daejung swiped them and stuffed them in his mouth, giggling like he knew what he was doing. 

Wonwoo watched in awe how you balanced his son on your lap while he ate the vegetables and how you managed to feed yourself while holding a conversation. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn he was your son. Soon enough you finished eating and he was gonna clear the table but you held out Dae to him and Wonwoo got the hint he needed changing. You gave him directions to change him in your room while you finished.

He was struck dumb when he saw a picture of Dae on your nigthstand, looking so happy and full of life. Wonwoo figured Dae was a couple months younger judging from the baby fat, but he looked the same. He looked a lot like his late wife and he was brought back to the harsh reality that she was gone. He didn’t think he could ever love someone that much again. It wasn’t fair; maybe she would’ve still been here if he didn’t convince her to quit her job. Maybe If he told her not to go to Japan with them or maybe if Soonyoung didn’t convince her to have dinner. Maybe, maybe... 

A sudden sob racked through his body and he tried to keep his composure. He was here with Daejung and you. This already happened; he couldn’t turn back time no matter times he wished it. The reality was his wife was gone. He was learning to live without her and Daejung would never have a memory of her. He shook his head. He was a guest here in your home; he needed to be happy for the moment, because he was enjoying himself a few minutes ago with you. You were laughing and throwing food at each other. You were friends spending Christmas together and Daejung just so happened to be the person who brought you together.

When he went to the living room, he didn’t expect to see you on the couch lightly flipping through the channels with the fireplace on. He felt...warm and cozy in so many ways and he just had to smile. Daejung cooed and you turned around quickly, hands stretched for your favorite little friend. He squirmed in Wonwoo’s arms, clearly wanting you and you handed him over, once again in awe in how much Dae loved you.

“Alright Mister, we’re gonna open Christmas gift and then you can go home, okay?” You lowered your voice but he could still hear you. “I found the cartoons you like so if you fall asleep you can stay longer because your daddy wouldn’t dare take you out in this cold.” You booped his nose and his little hand touched your cheek.

“Did you get us presents? Y/N, you really didn’t have to. We already took up so much of your time.”

“Yes I absolutely had to. What’d you think? You were coming over just to have breakfast? No, come sit down and enjoy the day. Jeon Wonwoo, you and I, we’re a family in a way.”

Family. He had to admit, he liked the idea of that. He sat down next to you as you put Dae on the floor so he could crawl to his heart’s content. “Where’d you get all those toys?”

“Well, with how you work a lot at night and you bring him over, isn’t it a smart idea to have something for him to play with?”

“Your friends must think you’re weird for taking care of some idol’s kid, huh?”

“Well Wonwoo, to be honest, I don’t have them over very much for that same reason. From the way you and your friends talk about your wife and the fact that the media doesn’t even know about her, I just assumed that you’d like to keep it that way, for the respect of her privacy. My friends don’t even know it’s your son I take care of. As far as they know, you don’t have a son. They just know I watch my boss’s son most of the time. Any days off you give me, I try to keep them away from here...just so they don’t ask questions. It’d be a little hard to explain why I have a mini version of Jeon Wonwoo in my house.”

He smiled at you wholeheartedly. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew what you were getting into.” He could feel his heartbeat picking up. Have you always looked like that?

“Dae will eventually have to grow up and face all of this but as his babysitter, it’d be best to let him stay out of the limelight as long as possible. It’s harder for you because you’re still traveling the world but you know as long as we keep doing whatever we’re doing, he’ll be fine.” You weren’t looking at him as you spoke because your earnestness often made you feel embarrassed so you kneeled on the floor and picked up Wonwoo’s Christmas gift. Daejung, having been busy crawling everywhere he could, fell asleep and you  draped a small blanket over him. 

“I feel shitty not getting you anything,” he admitted. “It’s been a hard year.”

“Don’t worry about that. Daejung makes everyday feel like Christmas. And watching him for you feels kinda surreal, so thank you. Open your gift.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he wasn’t expecting three photobooks of him and his wife and their history. He thumbed through them quickly. “How did you do this?”

“Jeon Wonwoo, every corner I turned at your house had pictures everywhere. So with Seungkwan’s help we found all of them and tried to make an accurate timeline.”

“That would explain why he asked me about us the other day.” Were you always this considerate too? “And what’s Dae’s?”

“Um, Jeonghan helped me look for a single photo of her. He helped me pick out the frame and everything and while he might never know who she was, I don’t think you’d want him to forget her either.”

“Y/N,” he felt at a loss for words, not sure what an appropriate response was, so he just pulled you in and gave you the tightest hug he had ever given someone. “Thank you,” he sobbed.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but you kept your arms around him until he let you go. His heart still broke for his wife, you knew that, and that no one would ever take her place. But you also did know one day, he could move on and start over. He’d finally start dating (only if he wanted to though) and then he and Dae could be happy together. “Would you guys like to stay a little longer?” you asked quietly. “You don’t look like you’re ready to go home yet.”

“I don’t want to bother you anymore today.”

“You’re not a bother. Tell you what, pick a movie of your choice, I’ll make some popcorn and we can have some wine and then you guys can home once you’ve had dinner.”

“Y/N, we just finished breakfast!”

“Christmas was meant to be spent together.”

“Okay fine, but you’re not taking care of Dae anymore today.”

“I make no promises.”

“Deal.”

So you let Wonwoo flip through all the streaming networks while you made popcorn, poured two glasses of the reddest wine you owned and went back to the living room in hopes he found something. He didn’t choose a Christmas themed movie, but it was a comedy and you both found yourself laughing harder than necessary.

But you also didn’t deny the racing of your heart when he shyly yet somewhat casually entwined his hand his yours.

[clericbyers]

im gonna say it - will as kindergarden teacher au and mike as a person who always picks up nancy’s child

“I’m off to pick up Nancy’s little brat from school,” Mike calls as he grabs car keys from the shelf by the door. “Be back in a sec.”

Lucas shrugs from tying at his computer. “Pick up some bread while you’re gone; I think we’re almost out of it.”

“Yeah, sure; just text me if you manage to think of something else we need while I’m gone.” He waves bye to his roommate and leaves the apartment with a whistle, keys jangling in his pocket.

Mike never really intended to be the one to pick up Julia from kindergarten, but he lives closer to the school than Nancy does and she hates leaving her daughter at the daycare while she’s at work when Julia can spend time with her “Uncle Mikey” instead. Mike doesn’t really mind anyway; he’s got a bit of a soft spot for the little tyke and Nancy always looks so happy seeing Mike bond with her daughter, so it’s a win-win situation.

The drive to the school goes as usual. Mike puts on a podcast, listens to the latest news from film critics about various upcoming festivals, takes a moment at the stoplight to think about his original screenplay that got picked up by the city’s theater troop, and then thinks about what his next project should be. The great thing about his job is the flexible hours, hence the ability to pick up Nancy’s little girl, but it does often mean he’s up late writing and trying to stuff ideas into coherent words before his manager and editorial crew start pestering him for an update.

Mike parks about a block from the school and climbs out his car stretching his arms up into the air. He yawns a little despite it being mid-afternoon–he spent all night working on editing a new script–and makes his way toward school grounds, adjusting his gray beanie on the way. Mike smiles at a few of the parents who have come to recognize him already, waves at a few of the kids who smile up at him, and then waits by the front gates for Julia. She’s a little later than usual, but her eyes are bright and she squeals as she runs to Mike and wraps her tiny little arms around his legs.

“Uncle Mikey!” she cheers, giggling when he bends down to pick her up and hoist her on his hip. She’s got Nancy’s big, expressive eyes and it always warms Mike’s heart when he can see happiness reflecting in them. “Today was so much fun! We did drawings of animals today!”

“Animals? Did you get to draw your favorite?”

“Yes! A giant doggy!” Julia squirms in Mike’s arms as she tries to reach her backpack. She frowns dejectedly. “I want to show you but it’s in my backpack.”

“You can show me when we get to your mom’s place, alright?” Mike boops her nose and the girl giggles happily.

“Hi,” a voice interrupts and Mike turns to scowl at the intruder, only for no words to slip from his mouth as he stares ahead.

The guy before him is, well, to be blunt, incredibly handsome and fine and Mike might just be falling in love already looking at the calm, gentle smile on his face and catching the way sunlight happens to sparkle in his green eyes.

“Mr. Byers!” Julia makes grabby hands toward him and the Byers guy laughs heartily. “Have you met my uncle?”

“Uncle Mikey, right?” Byers gives Mike a once over and Mike knows he’s blushing like a tomato right now. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Julia’s kindergarten teacher. I’m glad to put a face to the name now.”

“Uh,” Mike blubbers. “Yeah? I haven’t heard a thing about you. I mean, I have! Heard about you. In passing.”

Nice one, Michael.

Byers chuckles at that though, so Mike thinks he’s forgiven for the blunder. “It’s alright, there’s always time to get to know each other better.”

Did he just..? Mike blinks and adjusts Julia on his hip. “I, um? Yeah. Yeah, there’s time for that. What time, uh, what time works best for you?”

“6 PM this Thursday? Parent-Teacher conference.” And oh god, Mike is really blushing now because of course the guy wasn’t asking him out right after meeting him.

“I’m not..I’m not her parent; I’m sure her mom can get time off though.” Mike rubs at the back of his neck. “I just pick her up because I live closer.”

“And because you love me!”

Mike laughs. “Yes, and because I love you.”

“I love, you, too!” Julia wraps her arms around Mike’s neck, enough to choke a little, but she loosens up pretty quickly. “Mr. Byers, my uncle writes plays!”

“Oh, does he, now?” Byers raises a curious eyebrow but his lips are still curled in a soft smile just for Julia.

“Scripts. I write scripts. Sometimes they are plays, sometimes little indie movies for the university.” Mike shrugs. “Got a big one coming up in the city, though.”

“Really? That’s amazing; congrats!” Byers’ smile is so big and genuine and Mike is so, so wishing this dude is single and gay. “Julia, are your uncle’s plays worth the time to watch?”

“Absolutely!” she pats at Mike’s cheeks. “He’s the bestest play maker ever.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” chuckles Mike as he pulls her hands away.

“I can’t judge until I see it for myself.” The teacher pulls out his phone and hums to himself. “What dates is your show playing on?”

“Uh, the first one is in two weeks.” Mike feels a lump in his throat. “On a Friday night. It’s called ‘The Upside Down’ if you’re looking it up. Oh, and my name is Wheeler. Mike Wheeler. Michael Wheeler.”

Byers hums and then taps his phone a few times. “Consider my ticket purchased.” Mike’s eyes nearly bug out his head. “And my name is Will, by the way. Will Byers.”

“Okay. Yeah. That’s a, uh, that’s a nice name. Is it short for something? Like Michael is short for Mike. I mean, Mike is short for Michael.”

Will laughs heartily, a hand to his chest and Mike kinda melts inside. “It’s short for William, but no one ever calls me that.”

“Uncle Mikey, why are your cheeks so red?”

Mike swats Julia’s hands away. “Because you keep smacking my cheeks, that’s why!” He turns back to Will with an apologetic smile. “It was nice meeting you, but this little one is getting restless and I gotta take her to her mom.”

“It was nice meeting you, too, Mike.” Will waves bye to Julia. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, Julia.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, too, Mr. Byers.”

The two stand watching Will walk back toward the school building and Mike lets out a deep sigh he didn’t even realize he was holding in. Julia squirms in his arms again so he lets her down to the ground and takes her hand in his as they walk back to his car. Julia starts talking about her day in detail but Mike can barely listen and he feels so bad for it, but he really cannot believe what just transpired five minutes ago.

“Have you met Julia’s teacher?” Mike asks when Nancy opens the door as she gets home from work. Julia bounces around her mom’s feet excitedly, trying to show her her new drawings.

Nancy shrugs. “Yeah, what about him?”

“Uncle Mikey’s cheeks kept going red while we we talking to Mr. Byers!”

Nancy slowly turns to Mike with curiously raised eyebrows and a smirk on her painted lips. Mike decides he’s done picking up his sister’s tratorious child. “You’re telling me my little brother saw a hot guy and turned into a pre-teen mess?”

“I did not.” Mike mumbles to the ground. “He bought a ticket to my play though. So I think he likes me.”

“Mike, I buy a ticket to your plays.”

“You’re obligated to as my sister. He has no obligation to fund my starving artist ways.” Mike leans back on the couch and hangs his head upside as he watches Nancy parce through the mail. “Do you think he’s interested though?”

“Sure, why not? He’s at least interested in your nerdy fantasy plays, so I’m sure he’d like you as a person.” She ruffles Mike’s hair and then turns to the kitchen. “You wanna stay for dinner? I don’t mind cooking extra.”

Mike smiles warmly, suddenly grateful that he gets to live in close vicinity with his sister still after all these years. “Yeah, lemme text Lucas that I’m staying out for a bit later tonight.”

Nancy grins and leans down to kiss Julia’s forehead. “C’mon, sweet pea, let’s go cook something delicious for Uncle Mikey. He’s finally getting back into dating.”

“Mommy, what’s dating?”

Mike laughs loudly as Nancy coughs around her answer. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with right now.”