#you can see by the date that I struggle with the metal tips lmao

[fuchsimeon]

So recently I really got into the art of Kim Diaz Holm / DenUngeHerrHolm because he has shorts on youtube where he talks art and mythology and music and mental health. And he does these ink monsters where he just puts some ink on a paper and pats all over it and uses the shapes left to find creatures and I did it and drew this bramble headed grandma monster and I love her and I love Mr Holm thanks for the inspiration

[thestobingirlie]

Your posts kinda inspire me to be more aware of how I’m writing the characters while writing this steddie fic I’m currently working on!! If it’s not too much would you be able to like give some tips on how to write them both? I know everyone has their own interpretations but I like yours, just don’t know how to put it all into a fic

thank you so much!! and i’ll sure try! i can’t guarantee these will be any good, but if you want any specifics just ask!

so, with steve i think something to keep in mind when writing him is that he’s a very self-contained kinda character. he holds back his tears, he tries to rein in his anger (post s1 lol), it’s only in really serious moments that he tells people about his insecurities and regrets. idk, i just think it’s important to remember that while steve does have insecurities, they aren’t something he willingly and openly shares, and he tries not to be very outwardly emotional. basically don’t have him opening up to characters super quickly, and if he cries, let it be at a super serious moment.

with eddie, he’s kind of the same, but he’s loud and grandiose as he hides his soft underbelly. when s4 begins he does still think badly of others based on their interests, he’s pretentious in a way. he thinks he’s a deeper, more realised person than others because he likes d&d and metal. obviously as the season continues he realises how wrong he is, but i think he’d still have a little bit of that superiority that needs to be broken away.

eddie’s in an insane situation in s4, he’s reliant on people he’d have mocked a few days before. i could see him lashing out a little, post s4. his entire world views been shaken! let him take some time to grapple with that. (obviously depending on when your fic is set)

also, both of the boys are quite judgmental, so let them be bitchy lmao. i think steve would share most of his comments with robin, and if eddie is with his hellfire crowd i could see him announcing them to get attention, but largely i think he bitches to uncle wayne lmao

oh, and make sure each boy gives as good as he gets. if one of them is mocking the other, don’t let the other just sit there and take it. that just makes them look pathetic, and they’re not those kind of boys.

also, robin is steve’s most important person. and the kids! don’t get steve forget that just because he’s dating eddie.

i think another thing is that though i can see eddie still being stuck in high school mode, steve’s mostly moved past that kind of stuff. basically eddie’s internal monologue probably will still revolve around stuff that happened in high school, but don’t make steve constantly think about his ‘king steve’ days. if it’s part of a larger conversation, fun! but don’t just make steve drown in regrets, it can get boring fast.

oh and on that topic, i can really see eddie not being able to move past his high school world view immediately post s4. while steve has graduated and kinda ‘joined the adult world’, eddie hasn’t. and though i see a lot more fics having steve struggling with who he is after high school, i think that’s something we would see more in eddie.

anyway! i hope these were helpful? i’ve never really given advice like this before. also these are largely individual and set around s4, so if you still want help regarding their actual relationship, or during a different timeline, just send another ask!!

[cherrysung]

attention

pairing: nerd!jaemin x reader

genre: smut

warnings: language, unprotected sex (stay safe!), deepthroating, oral (m. receiving), creampie, choking, fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation

prompts: none

summary: innocent and harmless to the eyes of everyone else, the quiet boy sitting next to you couldn’t stand your impatience anymore. maybe another lesson needed to be taught.

requested by @jjuullnnaayyaa.

word count: 2.5k

note: I hope you like this! this is the second part (requested) to my first nerd!jaemin scenario, which you can check out here! also, @glossyjaems have fun lmao

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“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

Clenched jaw and threatening, narrowed eyes, Jaemin could only spare your mischievous smile a short glance before turning his attention back to the boring teacher in front of you. She spoke about some physics formulas and confusing projectile motions, yet although your focus seemed to be directed with full interest at her explanations, it was far from that. Instead, while you stared at the white board covered in multiple doodles, your hand rested not so innocently on Jaemin’s thigh. All under the desk and for nobody else to see.

You scribbled down the long formulas on your notebook in an unbothered nature, left hand moving slowly in up and down motions on your desk partner’s thigh, occasionally squeezing and teasing to reach unholy areas. Jaemin appeared to be sucking in ragged breaths, the spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose slightly sliding down due to the increasing perspiration on his face.

He looked nervous, angered even. Gritting his teeth or biting on his lower lip as your hand gradually moved higher and closer to the growing bulge inside his beige dress pants.

The two of you had been seeing each other for a considerable amount of weeks now, thankful that a simple tutoring session was enough to kick off your current relationship; date after date, you always picked up a new characteristic from his reserved personality, only adding to your belief that really—not all is what it appears to be. Despite the fact Jaemin was in reality a freak and nothing like the nerd he had come to be recognized as, he was still fairly shy, and had struggled big time to ask you to be his girlfriend. Stumbles and stutters had been leaving his lips infinitely until you kissed him and spared him the work, answering his timid question with a simple yes.

His breath abruptly hitched, hands roughly gripping onto the desk’s edge and pencil when you curiously palmed his hardened cock. The muscles on his thighs were flexed, Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he forcefully swallowed with nervousness and want.

“Stop that. You know what I’m talking about.” He whispered, eyes still fixated on the class before the two of you whilst using his free hand to grip yours gently and stop it from further movements. “What’s with you? We’re in the middle of class, we need to pay attention or we won’t understand anything afterwards.”

You smiled, admiring his control and obedience. Leaning closer to his ear, you whispered anyways, “but the only one I want to pay attention to is you. Jaemin, I want to fuck you.”

In a bold move, you guided his hand under your plaid skirt and towards your soaked heat, moving your flimsy underwear to the side to run his index finger through your wet folds.

Jaemin cursed under his breath, tongue swiping swiftly on his bottom lip as he lowered his head so the teacher wouldn’t notice the slight pink tint that had flushed warmth into his cheeks. His fingers started moving on their own, thumb rubbing your clit gently before plunging two fingers into your dripping hole. You allowed him to continue the discrete assault on your pussy as you brought your hand back to its previous position—his dick. Experimentally, you unbuttoned his pants with only one hand, taking his hard member out after he had obediently raised his hips to lower down the fabric of his black underwear.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt at an average pace, unable to move them any faster due to the little space between you and the desk. Still, he didn’t fail to please you, curling them and hitting your sensitive spot successfully with no trouble whatsoever. Meanwhile, you stroked his length slowly and tightly, using the precum leaking from the tip to coat his dick. All of this while he innocently rested his chin on his hand, mindlessly nodding at whatever the teacher said and as you pretended to listen, now writing random things on your notebook, because you weren’t bothered enough to actually keep scribbling down notes from the subject.

“So, Na Jaemin, what do we do next? Give a brief explanation too.” The teacher spoke up, all heads turning your way and prompting both your movements to halt for a moment. Though, it didn’t take long for them to resume, as if twenty-eight eyes weren’t situated on the boy next to you. If only they knew what was happening underneath the metal table.

Jaemin fixed his glasses, and you could only widen your eyes in annoyance at how fast his demeanor changed, gaze turning shy and cheeks still warm from your ministrations; but, fingers reaching deeper while his thumb returned to caressing your sensitive bub. “You move the number three to the other side of the formula,” he spoke with confidence, hips involuntarily jolting up slightly when your thumb swiped for a little too long on his tip. “The reason why you have to do this, is to actually get the formula working. Otherwise, the answer will be unobtainable.”

“That is correct.” The teacher nodded with a small smile. “Thank you, Na Jaemin. I didn’t expect any less from my best student, anyways.”

For about ten more minutes, the lesson carried on at an extremely boring and deathly pace, the sound of markers coming into contact with the board and quiet complaints from students the only things that could be heard between the four, dull white walls. Jaemin and you had resorted to torturing each other in the form of teasing, unwilling to have any type of release underneath a dirty school desk.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson as the two of you stopped your actions immediately. You swiftly fixed your skirt, and Jaemin made sure to zip his pants back up only after quickly licking his fingers clean from your essence while gazing deeply with desire into your eyes.

“Class, you’re dismissed.”

You stood up a ridiculously desperate pace, only to be pulled back down onto your seat by Jaemin. “What the fuck! Jaemin, I’m horny, let’s leave.” Your threats came out in a whisper, but they were enough to bring a sinister smile to Jaemin’s features.

“Don’t worry, I have a better idea.” He waited for the last pair of students to leave the classroom, watching as the teacher stood with her bag, hands holding onto her homemade lunch. She walked carelessly towards the door, steps coming to a halt upon noticing the two of you were still glued to your seats.

“Guys? It’s lunchtime, why are you still here?”

Jaemin took out his calculus textbook along with his calculator, placing the items on the table before pointing at them and then at you. “Could we stay here? She’s having trouble with Inverse Trigonometric Functions and we have calculus class after lunch break. We thought it’d be a good idea to stay here practicing just to warm up.”

She pondered for a few seconds, before nodding her head. “Sure, but if you get hungry don’t hesitate to go to the cafeteria, okay? It’s always better to avoid an empty stomach. Good luck and work hard!”

With that, she left, softly closing the door after praising the two of you for being such ‘dedicated students’. Jaemin chuckled quietly before locking the classroom door, walking back to the table and pulling you up rapidly, wasting no time in locking lips with you after having to put up with your endless teasing for an entirety of forty-five tedious minutes.

You held tightly onto his shoulders as he walked you backwards until your back hit a wall, taking advantage of the gasp that escaped your lips to kiss you deeper, tongue fighting with your own as his hands roamed with lust all throughout your body. He unbuttoned your blouse just enough to free your tits, pulling your bra down as his fingers pinched your nipples playfully. Jaemin swallowed your moans, turning the both of you around so his back was pressing against the wall now, rubbing your shoulders tenderly before pushing you down to your knees.

“You were so naughty today, weren’t you? I thought you had already gotten a well deserved lesson taught? Seems like you didn’t learn shit, my dirty princess. Should I be harder on you?”

A whimper left you as you kneeled on the cold, tiled flooring, looking up at Jaemin obediently as he lovingly tucked your hair behind your ears. He released his throbbing cock from his undergarments, right hand bringing your locks up into a makeshift ponytail before pushing your head closer to his leaking shaft.

“Do you have make-up removal wipes here?” He simply asked, free hand pumping his member as he looked down at you with hooded eyes.

You nodded.

“Then we’re fine. Open your pretty mouth, doll.”

You listened to his demand right away, mouth opening with your tongue slightly sticking out as Jaemin placed his cock on top of the warm muscle, breathing instantly becoming irregular. In a rapid motion that caught you off guard due to no warning given beforehand, he roughly thrusted his hips forward, dick reaching the back of your throat unexpectedly as you gagged, fighting the urge to cough out as his actions became consecutive and merciless.

He successfully caressed the depths of your throat experimentally, the outlines of his member occasionally showing whenever you were able to avoid the need to gag. His low grunts resonated throughout the empty classroom, fucking your mouth ruthlessly until tears mixed with black mascara were running down your face uncontrollably and your throat burned as it begged for an inexistent break.

His movements only slowed when his dick twitched, hand forcing you down onto his cock ‘till your nose was pressed against his tummy once last time before letting you go, gasps and coughs desperately leaving your lips in an instant as you attempted to catch your breath. Jaemin let out an exhale and pulled you back to your feet once again, swiftly wiping the black tears from your cheeks as he admired your reddened eyes. He wordlessly asked if you were fine, smiling gently when you nodded your head.

“Come here.” He guided you towards the teacher’s desk—again, giving you no time to process what was happening before he had pushed your upper body down, chest and cheek pressed onto the polished wood while his hand rested on your back. He pushed your skirt upwards, the fabric bunching up at your waist as he moved your pink panties to the side.

Your glimmering cunt stared back at his intense gaze, juices now running down your inner thighs after enduring the attack of his fingers with no room for release. He ran the tip of his dick up and down your folds teasingly, breath hitching while whines escaped you.

“Jaemin, please.” You whispered, mind unable to think of anything else but the feeling of his shaft caressing your pussy.

“What, princess? What do you want? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard, so hard I won’t be able to focus the rest of the lessons. Fuck me so hard I will keep my hands to myself during class next time I feel like a little slut.”

“Good choice and wording, love. We only have about… ten minutes left before lunch break ends, so let’s make this worth it. Let me fuck the whore out of you, alright?”

No more words said, he rammed into you, setting a ferocious and reckless pace right away as your frail body lunged forward weakly with every fierce thrust that he delivered. The tip of his dick kissed at your sweet spot every time, eliciting gasps and whimpers from you that only served to help Jaemin increase his already inhumane speed.

“You like that right?” He gritted out. “This is what you wanted all along, right? You were so desperate for my dick that you couldn’t wait until we got home; no, you just had to touch me in the middle of a lesson. What a dirty doll you are.”

He continued to pounce into you, thrusts never decreasing in rhythm as he pulled you up close to his chest by your hair, free hand circling around your neck before squeezing lightly. You let out a particularly loud sound of pleasure, hands shooting up to rest on Jaemin’s much bigger one, silently begging him to keep the hold on your neck.

A surprised chuckle left his lips, hand squeezing once again as your walls clenched around him, tightly engulfing his dick deliciously. He moaned, head falling to your shoulder before biting gently onto the skin, sucking and then soothing the burning feeling with a slight swipe of his wet tongue. Whispering dirty things into your ear, you whined as his words swirled chaotically in your mind; promises of what more he’d do to you once you were alone and praises of how good you felt drowning you.

You felt his member twitch inside of you, thrusts gradually becoming sloppier by the moment. The grip on your neck became stronger, nearly preventing you of all ability to breath.

“J-Jaemin, I’m close!”

“Yes, princess, go ahead and let go. I want to feel you. Go ahead and cum all over my dick.”

Jaemin softly nibbled on your earlobe, the action enough to bring you to your climax. Your cunt clenched unstoppably around his shaft, juices mixing along with his as he reached his release as well, cum filling your walls to the brim through white, warm strings. His hips abruptly halted, dick still buried deep inside you while the two of you attempted to catch each other’s breaths.

Upon the loud sound of the bell ringing through the classroom and school halls, you both fixed yourselves in record time. After zipping up his pants, Jaemin helped you button up your shirt, fingers collecting his juices that had trickled down from your pussy before inserting the milky substance inside of you once again and arranging your underwear back in place, your legs shaking at the oversensitivity. He smirked and cupped your heat, eyes twinkling at the squeal that left your lips. “Keep that in you until we return back to my house.”

Quickly, he was able to unlock the door on time as the two of you now sat at your assigned desk, while Jaemin softly wiped off the black stains of mascara from your cheeks.

“Oh my God, what happened? Why is she crying?” The teacher asked worriedly the moment she stepped into the classroom.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jaemin smiled sweetly at the elderly woman, “she became angry because she couldn’t get the topic, so angry that she started crying.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she smiled at you with pity, “you’ll get it soon! Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I know right! I told her the same thing.” Jaemin giggled, aware of the strong glare you sent his way. “Don’t worry, though, I promised her I will keep teaching her the lesson after school.” He smiled innocently, eliciting coos from the teacher who had been unaware of the slightly harsh pat that he delivered to your sensitive heat.

You gulped, rubbing your thighs together at the feeling of his cum still sitting in the depths of your walls, and the intrigue of what else he would ‘teach’ you behind closed doors.

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever actually drank warm milk? Sure. I never really drink milk because...well, I care about my stomach lmao, so I didn’t know there were mostly negative feelings about warm milk. That said, I’ve had it both cold and warm and don’t have a preference.

Have you used it to help you sleep? Did it work? No, because I’d be headed to the bathroom instead of my bed instead. Do you prefer to have milk when you eat cakes/cookies? I never have milk when having sweets. I prefer coffee.

What is your preferred brand of chocolate? The only chocolate bar I'll really eat is Twix. < Oooooh yes, Twix is good. Does Reese’s also count? That’s one of my favorites as well.

Do you like white chocolate? I love it. Milk chocolate is too sweet for me and irritates my throat most days, so I prefer to have white chocolate instead.

Do you use coconut oil for anything? What? No. It could be part of some products I use, but I wouldn’t be aware of them.

Have you been wanting to start watching any shows? I’ve been intrigued by the K-drama Nevertheless for quite some time, but I always find it impossible to start on TV series in general because most of them are toooooooo looonggggg, so idk if I’ll ever get on this. I’ve also been wanting to rewatch The Crown.

Are there any movies you want to see? Not really. Are there any movies/shows you've seen so many times you're sick of them? 50 First Dates. They kept showing it on one of the movie channels that we used to have for such a long time that I don’t really feel the urge to watch it again anymore, even though I actually really liked the movie and found it cute.

What about songs you've heard so many times you hate them? I wouldn’t go so far as to say ‘hate,’ but there are definitely a bunch of radio songs that are too overplayed. For instance, I like both Olivia Rodrigo and Billie Eilish but there’s been more than one instance wherein I’ll hear a song of theirs while I’m headed somewhere then hear the exact same song being played once I’m back in my car.

If you could look like any celebrity, which one would it be? I don’t wish to look like any of them, but I find Olivia Rodrigo very pretty.

Do you have any distinctive birthmarks? All of my birthmarks are on my backside so I can’t say for sure if they’re distinctive to other people lol. When was the first time you tasted alcohol? 18. I do distinctly recall one instance in high school where we were attending mass and we had to dip the host into the goblet of wine, but I had been in my I’m-never-taking-a-sip-of-alcohol phase so I just fake-dipped and consumed the host without the wine. I was around 16 or 17 then.

Do you wear socks under your slippers? Socks...under the slippers? I’m struggling to understand that lmao, but no I haven’t done this.

What is the coldest weather you've experienced? Japan was bitingly cold; second on the list would be Sagada – though I’m sure both places were cold just from a Southeast Asian standard because I live in a very humid and warm climate hahaha.

Have you ever eaten snow? Nope.

Are there any metals that turn your skin green? I don’t think so; at least this isn’t something I’ve experienced before.

Do you ever put honey in your tea? I don’t drink tea.

Do you know anybody who gets feminism confused with misandry? OMG this was my ex. This was Gabie AS FUCK. I hated talking about feminism and equality with her because the latter was just nonexistent to her and it was impossible to have a levelheaded, civilized conversation about this topic. She held some problematic opinions that I wish I went ahead and called out sooner.

Do you talk to your pets? Yeah, all the time. Kimi can’t hear well anymore but I talk to him just the same.

When you do, is your tone different from when you talk to humans?  Yes, my voice is definitely higher-pitched and my intonation also changes.

Who is a famous person you could see yourself reading an autobiography about? Min Yoongi.

What is the best horror movie, in your opinion? Ooh, kind of hard to decide on considering I haven’t watched any horror movies in a hot minute...but I’ll go with a constant favorite of mine, The Shining.

Curtains or blinds? Blinds. Has a better ~feel than curtains.

Describe yourself with 3 fictional characters. According to that fictional character quiz, (of the characters I know), I'm most similar to Rachel from Crazy Rich Asians, Mary from Eternal Sunshine, and Maeve from Westworld. Not sure if I 100% agree with those but. < Oh wow it’s been ages since I took this exam so I got intrigued and retook it just now. Unsurprisingly I’m still similar to Amy from B-99 and Monica from Friends, which I completely agree with lol. The #1 ranking I got though was Ann Perkins from Parks and Rec? which I haven’t watched before but there ya go.

Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? Hmm, not really.

Do you own/wear any jumpsuits? Sure.

Do you wear long johns under your clothes when it gets really cold? No, ‘really cold’ is nonexistent where I live.

Have you ever adopted a stray? (Cat or dog)? No.

What's a movie you think more people should see? Portrait of a Lady on Fire.

Do you like anything starring Robert Redford or Paul Newman? I don’t think so. I remember having a big crush on Paul Newman way way back but I haven’t been able to watch a film of his.

Do you struggle with dry skin in the winter? No winter.

Do you have any friends in a different timezone? Not really, but relatives, yes.

Have you ever had to go without heat? Not relevant.

Do you read about any mythology? (Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, etc) The subject is extremely boring to me, so no.

If you do, do you have any favorite gods/goddesses? No.

Have you ever had to take medication to help you sleep? No, I don’t have problems falling asleep.

Have you ever had to take medication to keep you awake? (Like No-Doz) No, just coffee.

Are you still in touch with the person you lost your virginity with? Nope.

Have you ever had sex with a friend? Technically yeah, but we were also already dating then.

Was it awkward afterward? No, because they had been my partner too.

If not, do you think you could ever have a friend with benefits? Eh, probably not. I don’t really care for sex so the thought of FWBs isn’t something I’ve actively looked for or even considering.

Do you know anybody with more than two nipples? Not in real life.

Do you ever use bath bombs? I only ever bought one once, and that was enough fun. It’s definitely not a necessity.

Do you think it's prettier when the moon is full, or a crescent? I like both, but I guess I like the full moon ever so slightly more.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yeah, it was part of our field trip itinerary back in Grade 6, if I’m not mistaken. If not Grade 6 it was Grade 7.

Have you grown to dislike your first email address? Yeah cos what the fuck was that email address and what was I thinking.

What skill that you have do you make most use of? I have to write literally everyday for work and even though it can get tiring, I’m also glad that skill of mine isn’t going to waste or isn’t being hidden.

Do you agree that some people are just not meant to have children? Yes, for sure. I would like to introduce you once again to the Philippines, where parents see their kids as a retirement fund. I am glad to see parental behavior has been gradually shifting with millennials, but Gen X-ers are definitely the worst at parenting.

Do you like wearing wool, or is it too itchy? Idk, I don’t think I’ve ever tried.

Have you ever gotten angry at an employee and complained to the manager? Jesus no. Unless said employee is harassing me and is starting to make me feel unsafe (and I can’t even imagine a world where that could happen), this is completely unnecessary behavior.

Have you ever sent your food back at a restaurant? No lol I just eat it and tip the waiter. Obviously if there’s a health risk, like if my chicken was raw or if I found a bug in my drink I would raise it, but I wouldn’t make a scene and would reassure the crew that it’s no big deal.

Do you think people remember the 90s as better than they actually were? I can’t tell for sure lmao I wasn’t born til ‘98.

What songs bring back happy memories for you? Humble by Kendrick Lamar, No Problem by Chance the Rapper, Sicko Mode by Travis Scott, Mo Bamba by Sheck Wes...that whole genre/sound. Takes me back to the fuuuuuucking fun times I had in college. Are there any smells that bring back happy memories? Not really. I associate my memories more strongly with music and places instead.

[13tth]

write about the losers attending a school dance and everyone kinda branches off and does their own thing and bill jokingly asks stan to dance and they slow dance and on the way home they make out in his car lmao

This is 110% not what you asked for but I got So Terribly Carried Away

They’re 18. Also there’s some side reddie in this bc …yeah.

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“He’s been waiting all night.”

“Hm.” Bill nods, looking over his punch at the boy in the corner. His boy in the corner. After a second of sipping he chokes at the bitter taste of hawaiian punch mixed with alcohol.  “Nice one, B-Bev.”

“Wasn’t me this time.” She shrugs, downing the rest of her cup before letting her eyes wander across the dance floor to Richie, where he sways to a slightly upbeat song with his hands holding Eddie’s waist. The soft blue and yellow lights reflect off of Richie’s glasses and he can’t see it, but Bill assumes his eyes are closed. They look like real-live human representations of bliss. It twists Bills insides in a good way.

“Th-They look happy.” Bill announces. It’s like calling water wet. His mind wanders to Stan again.

“You could be too you know.” Beverly sighs, walking into Bill’s line of vision. It had shifted from Eddie’s pink bowtie, to her neckline. It shimmers with red sequins that bring out the green in her eyes. Ben lingers behind, matching burgundy tux looking black under the lights. “He’s wanted you forever, Bill. You know that.”

He does know. He’s known since they were 13, when they would exchange glances across tables and rooms and hold hands over sleeping bags in the dark.

He nods again, managing a half smile for one of his best friends. A girl that’s kept his feet on the ground for the better part of 5 years. “I know B-Bev.”

“Then go get him. I love you. Remember what we practiced!” A slow song starts and her voice grows quieter as Ben finally drags her onto the dance floor.

“L-Love you t-too.” Bill, replied to empty air.

His first instinct after turning around is to flee. His hands shake minutely and he can feel his throat closing. But Then.

But Then he’s already in front of Stan. And he doesn’t know why he was nervous at all.

“You l-look m-miserable.” Bill pretends to observe, pulling up a metal folding chair to sit next to his friend.

“Is it that noticeable?” Stan asks. He puts on a half smile to match the other’s, blue suit pressed perfectly and glowing bluer under the lights. The tips of his fingers toy with metallic pieces of confetti thrown around the table.

“Maybe a l-little.” Bill laughs inside the bubble they seem to always reside in when they’re together. His gaze travels above Stan’s head, to the wall, where he reads the bright green “PROM ‘94” banner and remembers how much time he’s wasting. He thinks back to what him and Bev had practiced in the weeks leading up to the big night.

“You can do it.” Beverly sat on her knees, holding bills wrists as he struggled, but finally, spit out the words he’d wanted to get right—

“Dance with me?”

Stan stares in disbelief for one second. Then two. Before the spell breaks and he presses dark pink lips together in a small grin. “Sure.”

Bill’s leather shoes stick to the dance floor, and he trips over one of many balloons scattered around the gymnasium, but with Stan’s hand in his he only blushes forever.

They dance like Eddie and Richie, Ben and Beverly, and Mike and his date, a small girl with no name, short hair, and a big smile. They dance close together, Bill’s hands resting on Stan’s waist comfortably. After a minute on swaying Stan rests his forehead against Bill’s shoulder, taking advantage of their contrasted heights. The song that i plays drones soft and boring but Bill has a feeling he’ll remember it for his entire life.

“You’re shaking.” Stan whispers after what seems like an eternity. He doesn’t look up from the shiny black of Bill’s jacket covered shoulder but Bill can feel him. Not as strongly as his pulse, or his fear, but he can feel him.

“I-I,” Bill shakes harder at the realization and pulls Stan closer without finishing, as the song changes to something a little more spastic.

“You wanna go somewhere?”  Stan asks, Already pulling away to give Bill space. Ringlets start to pop from where hair gel had constrained them on Stan’s head. Bill’s heart races faster.

“My c-car’s parked ah-out back.”

The rest of the losers don’t notice as they slip out.

“I’m n-not having a p-p-panic attack, Stanley.” Bill sighs, feeling out of place in the driver’s seat of his own filthy car.

“Then why are you shaking so much?” Stan asks for the fourth time. He reaches over to grab one of Bill’s hands, maybe to stop the shaking, maybe to make himself feel better.

Bill flinches, breaking Stan’s heart.

“I’m f-fine. I mean it.” Bill tries to reassure but his gaze rests down somewhere impossibly below them. Somewhere that doesn’t matter.

Stan doesn’t waver.

Instead he takes Bill’s face in both hands, forcing his eyes upward, and stilling his reeling mind. “Bill.”

“I’m s-scared, Stan.” He whispers when their eyes lock.

“Why are you scared?” Stan says it less like a question, more like he already knows, but will entertain an answer. Stan says it like humor me.

I love you. “I don’t know.” I don’t know what to do. “D-Do you want me to t-take you h—”

Stan cuts him off by pressing their lips together.

Bill’s are still shaking but they cease and move against Stan’s quickly, and pink shows through the slight tan the almost-summer sun had brought to Stan’s cheeks.

The kiss is soft and slow and lasts a lifetime before one turns into two. Then three. The fourth time grows rougher and languid, and Bill remembers who he is.

“You’re ss—“ Bill starts, then stops, when Stan shushes him and pushes him away before climbing between the seats to the back.

Bill meets him there from the outside.Shedding his jacket and meeting their lips again, they sigh and touches grow rough, breathing grows heavy, and the air hangs sticky with tension having waited years to break.

“Say you love me.” Stan exhales softly. It’s both demanding and reluctant simultaneously, through small shifts of hips and sputtering breaths and gasps and clammy grabbing hands against shoulder blades. The voice that leaves his body is one of a little boy. The same one that would’ve killed to make out with Bill Denbrough in the back of a car years ago. “I know you do.”

Bill exhales and doesn’t stutter once, because he’s seen this confession coming since he was a kid. “I love you.”“Say it again,” Stan begs, fingers going wild, smoothing over Bill’s cheeks and playing with the hair at the nape of Bill’s neck. Their movements simmer to playful and neither of the boys panic. The smile that appears on Stan’s face brightens the small space. “Say it Again.”“I love you,” Bill gasps, breathing him in. “I love you,” Bill laughs, like he’d instead screamed eureka. “I love you.“

“I love you too.” Stan replies against Bill’s neck, his smile staining the skin there. “I have forever.”