#um yeah I love ur art and ur bill

[deathbyglamour01]

@sparklemeats ,,hi i drew ur bill im gonna throw him into a wall

[disgustinglydevoted]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ I HAD THIS FEELING, AS I WAS FALLING ~ . . .

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ THE SOUND 'CROSS THE BAY, WAS THE SOUND OF YOU CALLING ~ . . .

INFO UNDER THE CUT ~ !

Hey hi! My name is Dew / Dexter!! I’m just a silly guy that’s just here to talk about my silly little f/os!! You know how it is!!! I know my account is empty (mainly bc i am so nervous to be entering this place again ahA...) but I promise you I’m gonna be pretty much active here, just like i was on my main! I figured maybe a side blog would be nicer, plus I can yap way more ehehe. 💕

Oh yea my main is @dreadfullydevoted HE/it pronouns! ʚ♡ɞ Genderfluid ʚ♡ɞ Gay ʚ♡ɞ Adult

I will warn you though, this blog is VERY horror/gore themed, I love spooky stuff! So be cautious pls <3

Please no doubles D: … nothing personal I promise!!! It just kinda makes me feel not so great :( this might change we’ll see :L…

... Since I am an adult, so there might be the occasional suggestive post but I will be tagging it as #suggestive and #suggestive cw so I’d like to politely ask for minors to block it! Or anyone who’s uncomfortable, really. But I promise there won’t be a bunch! Maybe just funny memes. :P!

I have a bunch of f/os… like, a lot.. But my main focuses are these fellas!! (In order: Character Name, Source, Ship name, then tags!) KEY: Romantic: 💌 Crushes: 🎀 Platonic: 💫 Familial: [ UNKNOWN FOR NOW! ]

💌 ~ Arthur Davenport from Art of More! - Chocolate Coins! |♡|🎨 ~ YOUR SONG ! 🎨 ✎ . . . My sweetheart <3 💌 ~ Scott Tibbs from the Saw franchise! - Rockcandy! |♡|🎸 ~ KILLSHOT ! 🎸 ✎ . . . My rockstar <3 💌 ~ Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls! - Dewford or Smarties! |♡|✋ ~ HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE ! ✋ ✎ . . . My nerd <3 💌 ~ Mr. Reed from Heretic (2024)! - Blueberry Pie! |♡|🫐 ~ HOW I'D KILL! 🫐 ✎ . . . My Savior <3

Sooo yeah! There’s some other ones, but they’re all on my carrd! Yippee!!!

What else do I put… um…

OH! Tags.. Tags!! Let's see here... AHA!

⚰️ ✎ . . . Dew's Coffin - Me talking! Just simply thinking of stuff :3

🦴 ✎ . . . Dew's Bones - Art tag!! Yay!!

🧠 ✎ . . . Dew's Brain - Thoughts!! Maybe F/O imagines!! We'll see!

🫀 ✎ . . . Dew's Heart - F/O gushing :33 ehehehehehhe

🦷 ✎ . . . Dew's Teeth - Fanart/gift tag! Of course I'm not forcing this but just in case it's needed ;P, I've somehow managed to get a bunch of fanart in general so ahA--

🪦 ✎ . . . Dew's Gravestone - Reblog game responses!

🩸 ✎ . . . Dew's Blood - Suggestive posts

👻 ✎ . . . Dew's Hauntings - Asks! Ur all my little ghosts :3

SINCE THE BOOK OF BILL HAS BECOME MORE POPULAR I FIGURED MAYBE I SHOULD SAY THIS:: DONT TALK AB IT IF YOU SHIP BILLFORD! nothing personal, I just get uncomfortable! You're still good to interact just please don't tag anything I post as billford please! <3 Proshippers don’t talk to me, you’re all stinky as hell smh >:L same with just general dni criteria. Don’t be a freak man, it’s not that hard :( Also DNI if you're like, a comshipper or if you're that kinda freak that likes abusive stuff like girlypop... no.... Also zoophiles, necrophiles, etc. I've had the displeasure of having followers of that so :/ never again, never again... youch... Also if you're anti-lgbtq, homophobic, transphobic, yadda yadda... Yeah no, not on my BLOG >:/

[antiadvil]

Somebody to Love

summary: Dan and Phil’s first meeting in 2009, loosely inspired by the song Somebody to Love by Queen

rating: PG13

wc: ~3k

notes: for the @phandomreversebang! art provided by @anironsidh and betad by @awkwardest-sam. writing this fic was... a journey, and they were a really great and supportive team the whole time and I really appreciate them <3

read under the cut or on ao3

Dan’s train was running late, and he couldn’t stop his anxiety from running absolutely wild. He hadn’t missed it, had he? Maybe it had showed up early and left before he got there. Maybe it had showed up while he wasn’t paying attention and left already. Maybe it had-

The train pulled into the station. Dan relaxed his shoulders. He wasn’t going to miss his train. He managed to stay calm for a few minutes after he boarded until a sudden new thought hit him.

What if he missed his stop?

He groaned, letting his head drop into his arms. He couldn’t even get a ten minute break from his ridiculous thoughts.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus on something else. To try to distract himself, he pulled out his pen and notebook to work on a few video scripts.

He had finally gotten into a groove, allowing himself to forget his worries, when the train lurched as it approached its first stop, sending Dan’s pen and notebook spilling to the floor. He picked up the notebook, but his pen had already slid out of sight.

Great. Looks like he was going to have to find some other way of passing the remaining two and a half hours of his train ride.

He stared out the window, trying to calm his nerves, but his leg was bouncing up and down almost uncontrollably. He put his hand on his knee, forcing it down.

It was hard to believe that after months of nonstop texting and skyping, he was about to meet the boy from his computer screen in person. He still remembered the first time they had spoken, when he had finally gotten up the courage to message that cool youtuber on twitter.

He had sent him a message about a Queen song, and was shocked to receive a reply. He still was a little bit shocked every time Phil messaged him. Every time, he thought Phil would get tired of him. Every time, Phil kept coming back.

They had talked about their favorite band for hours that night. Then the conversation had shifted to themselves, their families, their hopes and dreams.

They still talked about music sometimes. It was a nice excuse to be in constant contact.

His fingers itched to text Phil, the way they always did when he was anxious, but he and Phil had been trying to stick to Skype lately. Last month’s phone bill had not been fun to pay. He shouldn’t text Phil until he arrived, to tell him where he was so they could meet.

His leg was bouncing again. He sighed in frustration, wishing he hadn’t lost his pen.

He bought a magazine to flip through. It was surprisingly entertaining. He managed to lose himself in it for nearly half an hour before he checked the time again.

Fuck the phone bill. Dan gave in and pulled out his phone. nervous (^_^;), he sent.

good, Phil sent back nearly instantly.

good?

im nervous too and im not allowed to be the only one

Dan laughed. His phone buzzed again

in a few hours we can be nervous 2gether

Dan couldn’t think of anything to send in response to that other than a smiley face.

now go away u spork remember ur phone bill

Dan let a smile break across his face. Phil did that to him frequently. fine, Dan sent quickly.

He returned to his magazine, calmer this time. It was silly to be so worried. It was just Phil. Phil, who he had known for months now. Phil, who he wanted to meet. Phil, who wanted to meet him.

Everything was going to be alright.

When his train arrived in the station, Dan climbed out, letting his eyes search for Phil. Quickly, they landed on a tall, pale boy with dark hair wearing a green plaid shirt. “Phil!” he shouted.

The boy brightened, looking to find the source of the noise. “Dan!”

“Phil,” Dan said again, running towards him, and the other boy was running too, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, finally, after all these months of imagining.

Phil was holding Dan tighter than he’d ever been held, but it didn’t hurt. It was one of the nicest things Dan had ever felt.

After what felt like an eternity, Phil pulled back. “How was the train ride?”

“Good,” Dan said, his smile so wide he thought his face might split in two. “How was your bus ride?”

“Someone recognized me,” Phil pouted.

Dan laughed. “You’re a proper celebrity now.”

“I don’t want to be a proper celebrity,” Phil whined.

“You’d be a good celebrity.”

“How is someone a good celebrity?”

Dan shrugged. “You’re cute.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Is that all?”

“Yes.” Dan giggled, though he hadn’t meant to. It was silly, he thought, a nineteen year old giggling over a boy.

Phil was smiling, too, though, and a bit of pink was showing through his pale skin on his cheeks, so he must not mind.

“Where to first?” Dan asked.

“Starbucks,” Phil said, bouncing up and down. “Starbucks, Dan, we have to-”

Dan laughed. “You’re such a sugar fiend.”

“C’mon!” Phil tugged at his hand.

Dan looked down at their hands in shock, surprised to find them tangled together.

“Sorry,” Phil said sheepishly, dropping Dan’s hand.

Dan wiped his hand on his jeans, then immediately cursed himself. He didn’t want Phil to think it was because of him, his hand was just sweaty. “No, you’re good- um.”

“Yeah. No. We’re in public, I should have-” Phil stuffed his hands into his pockets. “So, uh, Starbucks?”

“Starbucks,” Dan agreed, gesturing for Phil to lead the way.

“Right,” Phil said, heading down the street. Dan followed. “What are you planning to get?”

Dan shrugged. “Whatever you get. You’re the expert.”

“Well, I haven’t actually decided what I’m getting yet,” Phil explained.

“Oh really? What are the frontrunners?” Dan asked.

Phil spent the rest of their walk explaining his various drink options, each sugarier than the last. “So I think maybe the caramel macchiato. Maybe? I can’t decide.”

Dan interrupted before Phil could go through his list again from the beginning. “You should get the caramel macchiato.”

“You think so?”

“I think so,” Dan confirmed, opening the door to the starbucks.

Phil bought their coffees, over Dan’s protests. “You’re the one who came to visit me,” he said. “Let me do this for you.”

Dan gave in. “I’ll buy you coffee if you ever come to Reading.”

“Deal.” Phil took a long sip of his coffee and let out a long, relieved breath afterwards. “So good.”

“The caffeine or the sugar?”

“Yes,” Phil said.

Dan took a sip of his own drink. It was good. Maybe not as good as Phil thought it was, but good.

“I’m trying to cut back on coffee,” Phil said mournfully. “I only had three cups this morning.”

Dan snorted. “Only three?”

“Yes.” Phil stared glumly at his already half empty cup of coffee.

Dan shook his head in mock sympathy. “You poor thing.”

Phil finished his coffee with disturbing speed. Dan did his best to keep up, but to avoid burning his tongue, he had to finish about ten minutes after Phil.

Phil’s tongue must be nearly burned off from how quickly he had

Dan should stop thinking about Phil’s tongue.

“Where do you want to go now?” Phil asked, saving Dan’s mind from going to some places it really shouldn’t be going right now.

“Can we just walk around for a bit?” Dan asked.

“Sure!” Phil was bouncing on his toes, already ready to move.

Dan wondered if he was as thrumming with nervous energy as Dan was. “Lead the way, then.”

Phil knew his way through Manchester better than he let on, pointing out a few shops and landmarks he recognized along their walk. “There’s so much to do here. We’ll have to come back sometime.”

Dan absentmindedly agreed. It was nice, the thought that this would happen again. That he could come back. That Phil didn’t seem to hate him yet.

Dan almost missed the apple store when they walked past, but he saw it out of the corner of his eye and stopped. “Wait,” he said, “I want to post a selfie.”

“Ooh,” Phil said. “Good idea.” He opened the door and gestured for Dan to follow him.

They got lucky when they were immediately able to snag a free laptop. Phil opened photobooth and messed with his hair in the camera. Dan did his best to straighten out his hair, and struck a pose.

Phil put on a (ridiculous) facial expression and took a photo.

Dan stepped up to take a look. “Wait,” he said, stepping back. “My hair looks wrong. Can we retake it?”

Phil rolled his eyes, but stepped back into his pose to take a new picture.

About 20 pictures later, they had finally taken one Dan was satisfied with. He logged into his dailybooth account quickly, doing his best to ignore the line of people growing behind him.

“There,” he said, pressing post and logging out of his account.

He did his best not to make eye contact with anyone in the line behind them as they left the apple store.

They found a bench in a nearby park and spent the next few hours people watching, making up stories about the people they saw.

“She’s in an unhappy marriage,” Dan whispered. “She’s having an affair with him.” He pointed to the man across the playground from her, where her daughter was playing.

Phil took a bite of the sandwich he had bought from a nearby cafe. “Does her daughter know?”

“Of course not, Phil. She’s like, five.”

“Just hoping for maximum drama,” Phil said around another mouthful of sandwich.

Dan grimaced. “Stop chewing with your mouth open. It’s gross.”

Phil swallowed. “Your mum’s gross.”

Dan hit Phil on the back. “Take that back.”

“You first.”

“No.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.” Phil looked almost sad.

Dan snorted. “Let’s disagree to disagree.”

“How does that work?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t put much thought into it yet.”

Phil laughed, taking the last bite out of his sandwich and brushing a few crumbs out of his lap.

Dan checked the time. “Is there anything else you want to do before we go back to your place?”

“Well,” Phil said. “I, uh. Have a reservation for after dinner.”

“A reservation?” Dan looked down at his clothes. He hoped it wasn’t too nice.

“The sky bar,” Phil said. “I don’t know if you know it, I’m sorry, I-”

Phil looked so anxious. “No,” Dan said, doing his best to sound reassuring. “It’s fine, just… unexpected.”

Phil smiled in relief. “We should get going if we’re going to make it on time.”

When they got to the sky bar, Dan looked at the menu and tried not to panic at the prices.

“I’ll pay,” Phil said quietly. “Don’t worry about it.”

That only made things slightly better.

Phil must have noticed that the worry didn’t fall from his face, because he tried to reassure Dan again. “Really, it’s fine. Get whatever you want.”

Dan nodded, but he scanned the menu for the cheapest items and ordered those anyway. Phil had just graduated uni; he wasn’t exactly rolling in money, and Dan didn’t want to feel like any more of a burden on him than he already did.

It didn’t matter. His drink tasted incredible.

“Is it alright?” Phil asked, still anxious.

“It’s perfect,” Dan said. It was. The sun was beginning to set, and the view from this high up was beautiful. The view next to him was even prettier.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring out the windows and watching the sun bathe everything in a warm, golden glow.

Dan reached for Phil’s hand under the table. Phil reached back.

***

It was dark when they boarded the bus back to Rossendale. The bus was nearly empty, but they chose two seats in the back, as far away from everyone else as possible.

“Busses are weird.” Dan yawned.

Phil giggled. “It’s not even late. Are you tired?”

Dan glared. “Shut up.”

Phil stuck out his tongue. “Make me.”

Dan hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Shut up,” he managed to squeak out.

Phil sat back in his seat, smiling in satisfaction.

“Shut up,” Dan whined, poking him.

“You sound like a broken record. Do you say anything other than shut up?”

“Shut-” Dan stopped. “Yes,” he insisted.

Phil smirked. “Prove it.”

“I’ve said so many things other than shut up today.”

Phil shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Dan leaned back into his seat, trying to project confidence.

Phil shrugged again. “I believe you,” he said, with the air of someone who absolutely did not believe the person they were talking to.

Dan sighed, and changed the subject. “How long is the ride?”

“About half an hour, hopefully,” Phil said.

His train ride had been much longer than that. He could survive this. Especially with Phil with him.

“I met a boy on the train once, you know,” Phil said, startling Dan out of his thoughts.

Dan looked up, slightly confused. Why was Phil telling him about some other boy? “You did?”

“Yeah,” Phil laughed. “He was really cute, too. We spent the whole train ride talking, and it turned out he actually lived really close by. This was when I was in uni. But anyway, at the end, he asked me for my number, so I gave it to him, and then-” Phil paused to hide his face.

“Then what?” Dan asked, perplexed.

“I texted him,” Phil said, muffled.

“What’d you say?”

“I asked him if he was asking me out,” Phil said, still with his face hidden in his arms.

“Was he?” Dan asked, though he suspected the answer by now.

“No,” Phil whined, lifting his head up. “He wasn’t. He was straight.”

Dan couldn’t help a horrified giggle.

“It’s not funny,” Phil said, though a smile was starting to peek through his carefully composed sulk.

Dan wanted to stop laughing, he really did, but he just couldn’t. His giggle grew until it was the dumb hyena laugh he always felt self-conscious of, but with Phil sitting next to him, he didn’t mind.

Phil was starting to laugh a little bit too. He buried his head in Dan’s shoulder to hide it. “You’re the worst.” He landed a half-hearted punch on Dan’s ribs.

Dan just laughed harder. “That’s awful, oh my god.”

“So stop laughing!” Phil whined.

Dan finally managed to quiet his laugh. “It’s a good thing, though, really. Because now you have me instead of stupid bus boy.”

“You’re so much better than stupid bus boy,” Phil whispered, reaching for Dan’s hand to give it a quick, reassuring squeeze.

The warmth of his hands lingered even after they were gone.

***

Phil’s house was dark and quiet when they finally arrived. Dan didn’t know what else he had expected. Phil’s parents weren’t home; that was the whole reason he was visiting right now.

Dan declined politely when Phil asked if he wanted a full house tour, instead choosing to dump his backpack on Phil’s bedroom floor without asking first. He thought, halfway through doing it, that maybe he should have checked first, but Phil didn’t seem to mind, so he just left it.

Phil’s bedroom looked different than it did on Skype. Less grainy.

Phil dropped himself onto his bed, gesturing for Dan to follow him. “Wanna play some music?”

“Sure,” Dan said, sitting down next to Phil. “Queen, probably, it’s the least we can do to thank them for bringing us together.”

Phil laughed. “Not because they’re good?”

“No. Just because gay.”

“Freddie Mercury would be proud,” Phil said.

“He probably would be,” Dan admitted.

“What song?”

Dan thought about it a bit, chewing at the inside of his lip. “Somebody To Love,” he finally said.

Phil grinned. “Excellent choice.”

“Thank you,” Dan said, basking in the glow of Phil’s approval as the piano started playing. “I can play this on piano, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah. I can play most Queen songs.”

Phil tilted his head. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“But you don’t have a keyboard.”

Phil tilted his head. “Guess I’ll have to visit you sometime.”

Dan couldn’t help the nervous thrill that ran through his stomach. “A shame, really. You have no other option.”

“I’ll survive.”

Dan hummed along to the chorus.

Phil poked him. “Just humming? Coward.”

Dan startled. “What?”

“I want to hear you sing.” Phil’s eyes were twinkling with the slightest bit of mischief.

“No. Absolutely not.” Dan crossed his arms.

“Fine,” Phil said. “I guess I’m going to have to sing myself.”

“That’s almost worse,” Dan said.

Phil pouted. “I’m a great singer.”

“I’m sure.”

Phil began to sing along, his voice warbling.

“Shush,” Dan said. “I want to hear Freddie Mercury.”

Phil sighed, but switched to dramatically lip syncing instead.

“Much better,” Dan said, trying to control his facial expression so Phil couldn’t tell that he was being a little bit cute right now.

Phil’s performance was so over the top it was honestly funny, until he reached the end of the song. He sang along, softly this time, looking directly at Dan in a way that gave him goosebumps.

Dan couldn’t help but look away.

“How was my performance?” Phil asked.

“It was alright,” Dan said, leaning back on his elbows.

“Oh yeah?”

Dan sat back up. “Not too relatable, though.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve already found somebody to love,” Dan said, smiling at Phil.

“Really,” Phil said, teasing. “Who?”

Dan felt his cheeks warm. “You probably don’t know him. He goes to a different school,” he managed.

Phil laughed. “I like you too.”

Dan didn’t think it was even possible for his cheeks to be any warmer. “I guess you’re kind of cool too.”

“Shut up,” Phil said, pulling Dan closer.

“Make me,” Dan said.

“Okay,” Phil said, promptly kissing him.

Dan shut up for quite a while after that.

[veganmikehanlon]

10 and 25 for hanbrough if you please! otherwise any pairing will do ♥

you know that thing where u can’t even search ur own blog for something you /literally/ tagged? this was something like…idk something but it reminded me of something i already wrote so i Really have no reason for not posting it sooner other than procrastination being my middle name so anyways, this:

Mike doesn’t mean to start writing a sex scene while sitting in a Starbucks, but he’d tried writing at home, well it’s just his parents house now, and his mom kept walking in trying to talk to him. So he left the old farmhouse and drove into his newly modernized hometown of good ol’ Derry, Maine.

It’d started with a piece of his story inspiring a memory from his own sex life. Something he’d done forever ago with an ex. Secretly, in a tent. Surrounded by friends. Not their most shining moment but it was hot and applicable to his current story.

He’s in the middle of writing about tongues sliding together when his eyes are drawn to the sound of the shop door opening. He almost chokes when he sees who it is walking in. Well, daydream about sex with your ex and he shall appear. Mike ducks behind his things to hide because he’s panicking.

Mike watches Bill walk to the counter, he observes the broad lines of his shoulders move under familiar flannel; and how the end of his short blond french braid, mostly held together by multi-colored bobby-pins, brushes the collar in a physical reminder of how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other.

He walks through the room with the same gentle confidence that he always had, and it still draws the same admiring gazes from those around him. Mike’s eyes flicker between Bill and his computer screen, the incriminating words screaming at him, and then he catches sight of Bills’ smile and the perfect adjective pops into his head.

Just like that he’s writing again, more caught up in his story than he’s been in the last 30 minutes. Words stream from his fingertips and a scene unfolds, bits and pieces of Mike’s past slipping through, and just as he’s writing a description of how exciting it is to make someone moan as loud as you can make them laugh, he’s interrupted.

“Hi,” a soft voice calls, startling Mike from his head making him jump and hit his knees against the table, a move that almost sends his coffee toppling, but two pairs of hands shoot out to catch the wobbling cup. Bills’ hand settles warmly over Mike’s before he draws it back with an awkward chuckle.

A shiver runs through Mike as Bill’s fingers brush over his knuckles, and he looks up at the man before him with wide eyes. “Hi,” he squeaks, this entire situation sending him careening out of his comfort zone. Bill clears his throat before speaking (an old habit) “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says with a wince.

Mike chuckles nervously, his voice coming out a bit high and strained, “it’s okay I was just, um, writing.” This might be the most uncomfortable he’s ever been in his life. But Bill looks excited and he falls into the chair opposite Mike, setting his coffee and a notebook down on the open space.

“You’re writing?” He asks, a smile spreading across his face, and Mike has to smile back because oh yeah, they’d once shared everything with each other and Bill knows all about Mikes’ commitment-phobia to writing.

Mike quickly switches programs, an attempt at putting the niggling guilt in his chest away. “Yeah, just this story for this thing,” he answers vaguely, and they pause for an awkward second before Bill starts to ramble. “I’ve been working on drawing (a sentence that makes Mike proud too), I’m in a portrait class right now at school, and I came here to people watch and I saw you, and I was wondering if you’d mind if I practiced drawing you?”

Mike gasps softly in surprise at the request, “uh, what? You want to draw me?” The words fall from his mouth without his input, any functional part of his brain currently caught in a dumpster fire, set by this stupid story that is making an already uncomfortable situation of running into an ex just that much worse!

And then Bill is talking again, “well my art style has changed and I thought it’d be cool to get a comparison, you  know, a then and now? It’s cool if you don’t want me to, no biggie, just thought I’d ask, but actually? Never mind,” he starts gathering his things into his arms, “sorry for bothering you, it was nice seeing you, bye!”

He starts to get up but stops when Mike bursts out laughing, his cheeks reddening, and he stays frozen uncomfortably. And Mike doesn’t mean to, but seeing Bill so obviously out of his comfort zone has him cracking up, the situation making him feel hysterical, and he can’t quite stop the laughter bubbling out.

Mike manages enough words to get Bill to settle back down. “Hey man it’s cool, it’s good seeing you too, you know me, I love to help.” Bill settles back into the seat and flips his sketchbook open with an eye roll. Mike can’t help but tease him, he starts shifting through different dramatic poses, making Bill laugh loudly. A hand behind his head, his bicep bulging, Thinking Man pose, his smile barely suppressed-

And Mike ends his display by lewdly flicking his tongue between his fingers. “Jesus Mike!” Bill sputters out between laughs and Mike raises his hands in an innocent gesture, his own laughs ringing out through the space between them. “Sorry, I’m done!” He surrenders with an amused snort.

Bill sticks his tongue out childishly at him and flips the pages of his notebook to a blank page, “just go back to what you were doing weirdo,” he says softly and Mike lets out another laugh before following his directions. Well, not exactly since he’d literally been writing about his and Bill’s sex life. Oops.

He fucks around on his computer for a bit, opening and closing a few homework assignments (yeah right like he’d be able to concentrate right now), editing bits and pieces in other stories, he even plays a couple rounds of solitaire. But his attention is scattered after three lattes (that’s 2…4…6 espresso shots) and the adrenaline rushing through him from Bill sitting across from him drawing him which requires Bill to look at him with his blue as fuck eyes-

“Hey you wanna go somewhere?” The question bursts from Mike and he cringes at the abruptness. “Wait, you’re drawing, never mind,” Mike amends with a shake of his head. But Bill just flips his book closed with a simple “yep,” and starts chugging the last bit of his coffee.

Mike packs up quickly and, swinging his backpack over his shoulders, follows Bill out of the shop.

“Holy shit, is that Silver?” Mike exclaims incredulously when they walk outside. Bill laughs and leads the way to the old bike where it’s locked up by the building. “Yeah, Georgie didn’t wanna give up the car, so I’m stuck with her.” Bill explains. Mike runs a hand over the handlebars with a small smile, “seems smaller than she used to,” he comments, nostalgia rushing through him. Bill hums in agreement, “easier to handle too,” he comments steadily belaying the nervous shake in his next words, “and still big e-e-enough to ruh-ride double.”

Mike grins excitedly, “why Mr. Denbrough, are you going to show me a good time around town?” Bill’s face lights up with a wide grin and giggling, he unlocks his bike quickly, “it’d be my puh-pleasure, Mr. Hanlon.” They drop their things in Mike’s truck before racing recklessly out of the parking lot, Bill pedaling frantically and Mike hanging on tight to his waist, praying he doesn’t go flying off the back of the bike.

It’s weird spending all day with an ex, but they’d been best friends for just as long as they dated, and it’s as easy as it’s always been. They ride through the streets of Derry just like when they were kids, taking turns too fast and speeding over bumps. Mike’s teeth click together but it barely registers over the barrage of other sensations. The softness of Bill’s waist under his hands, the warmth between his back and Mike’s chest, the soft blond hairs flying into his face where they come loose from the braid and bobby pins.

It’s a lot of old and new sensations that has Mike’s head spinning.

They ride until Bill complains of shin splints, his face red and a little sweaty. Mike totally doesn’t think of licking the sweat from his brow because that would be weird. They ride back to Starbucks and load Silver into Mike’s truck. They sit in the cab, unsure where to go from here. They decide to live out the nostalgia further, and head to the barrens.

“Can you help me get all these out?” Bill asks gesturing to the many bobby-pins in his hair. Mike pats the spot on the truck bed next to him and Bill sighs a “thank you” as he sits with his back turned to him. Mike begins to gently pull the clips from his hair, doing his best not to pull knowing full well Bill is tender-headed.

He brushes the hair out with his fingers as it’s freed in sections until all the pins are out and Bill’s hair is a wild mane framing his face. Bill had shifted to face him when Mike got to the sections held back in the front, and Mike watches his face carefully. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed in contentment. He’s always liked having his hair played with, no doubt part of the inspiration to grow it out.

Mike finds himself fiddling with the ends of his hair, carefully brushing it back from his face. He’s too distracted watching the soft strands fall through his fingers to notice Bills’ eyes have opened to watch him.

They used to lay in bed together, Bill on Mike’s chest, while Mike would drag a hand through Bill’s hair while they cooled down. Sometimes they would talk and other times they would lay in silence, just letting themselves feel the moment.

Lost in his thoughts Mike doesn’t notice Bill moving his face slowly closer, or how his hand has ceased it’s ministrations running through soft blond hair to rest gently on his cheek, he doesn’t realize he’s guiding Bill’s lips to his own until they’re barely a breath apart. And then soft lips land on his and awareness comes crashing over him.

They both freeze for a second, they’re mouths held stiff against the other, and then Mike opens his mouth slightly to pull Bills’ bottom lip in between his. And with that Bill is pushing forward and Mike unfolds his legs so he can slot in-between his knees. They kiss desperately, mouths moving together hot and slick. Mike moans softly at the feeling.

And then he’s pushing away because holy shit, “did you-“ he pants and Bill moves to kiss his neck at the interruption, unwilling to stop whatever this is. Mike is totally okay with that but, “you didn’t eat meat today did you?”

Bill stops his traveling lips, body going stiff in the not fun way. It may have been something they used to argue about when they were dating, Mike thought it was gross to kiss Bill after he’d eaten meat, and Bill didn’t get what the big deal was. Mike thinks maybe he ruined the moment but then Bill is grinding his hips down into him and he drag his lips up Mike’s neck to his ear, making him keen at the sensations, his own hips stuttering to meet the boy’s above him.

“Not yet,” Bill whispers grinding down into the v of Mike’s hips harshly, drawing a groan from the man that quickly turns into laughter. Throwing his head back Mike giggles loud and uncontrollably. “Seriously?” He laughs breathlessly, Bill sucking a mark on his neck. He pulls back to look into Mike’s eyes. “Seriously. Your nagging finally got through my thick skull.” Bill says with an eye roll followed by a wink.

“Wow, fuck, that was such a fucking turn on.” Mike says drawing Bill closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kisses him passionately.

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Hey I saw ur post about writing some stenbrough and was wondering if I could give in a prompt? Can u do a one shot where bill is upset over georgie, and stan comforts him. But this is sort of on the anniversary of georgie’s death or something so they can be a bit older (maybe 16? idk) love ur blog btw :)

Hi Anon! I hope this is ok and my writing is alright… I made it so that they’re 11 when the whole ‘It’ fiasco occurs, like the book (but i did set it in the era of the movie). Then it can be 5 years since Georgie died now they can be 16 :) This kinda ended up more sad than romantic and stuff, but what do you expect when Georgie’s death is mentioned :(( also sorry i kinda went off on my own whim haha

Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes that I didn’t discover.

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Whenever Bill wasn’t around, Stan noticed.

Instead of spending the day at school ferociously taking notes and striving for the best grades, he was worrying about his best friend. He spent lunchtime biting at his nails, ignoring his food. Even Richie, who usually spent his lunchtimes constantly moving and yelling with his mouth full, was quiet. They all knew what today was.

The anniversary of Georgie’s death.

Every year on this day Bill went to the clubhouse and spent the day there instead of at school. No one knew what he did all day, but Stan had seen the drawings, poems and stories that Bill tried to hide underneath his bed.

Every year everyone in the group offered to skip school as well and stay with Bill, and every year Bill told them to go and forget about him for the day.

No one ever could.

However, this year was especially hard for Bill. It had been 5 years since Georgie had died and they’d all had the most terrifying summer of their lives. Stan had noticed in the last few weeks how unlike himself Bill had been acting.

‘I’m going to visit him,’ Stan said, already grabbing his lunch tray, ready to get up.

‘What? No!’ Eddie looked up from his home-made sandwich. ‘Bill specifically said to not visit him!’

‘I don’t care,’ Stan said, getting up.

‘Are you sure about this?’ Ben asked. ‘He did say-

‘Go comfort him, lover boy!’ Richie interrupted.

‘Piss off Richie,’ Stan rolled his eyes and walked off, but not before giving his tater tots to Mike, who had been eyeing them all lunch.

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Stan rode away from school as fast as he could, heading in the direction of the clubhouse. He wasn’t sure what would happen when he arrived; if Bill would kick him out or let him stay. His nervousness built to a tipping point until he stood in front of the clubhouse, listening to Bill faintly hum a David Bowie tune he didn’t know the name of. Stan smiled as he walked closer, until he could see inside.

Bill was lying on his stomach, feet in the air, and bopping his head along to the song that was playing through his walkman. He had a packet of watercolour pencils laying next to him, and was currently colouring in the bright green top he had drawn on a sketch of a small grinning boy. Georgie.

Stan took a deep breath and knocked politely. Bill snapped his head up, instantly covering his drawing with his arm.

’S-s-stan?’ confusion laced Bill’s face. ‘W-what are you d-d-doing here?’

‘I came to see you,’ Stan said, walking inside as confidently as he could, and sat down next to Bill.

‘B-but,’ Bill frantically collected the paper around him and placed it behind him. ‘What about c-c-class?’

‘Screw class,’ Stan said. ‘I wanted to come check on you.’

‘Oh,’ Bill looked down at his hands, which were stained an array of different colours from his pencils. Stan thought it was quite beautiful.

‘How are you holding up?’ Stan asked quietly.

‘I’m fine,’ Bill mumbled.

‘Bill, you know you don’t have to act brave for me,’ Stan moved closer to Bill, placing his hand on Bill’s knee. Bill stared at it, before pushing Stan’s hand off.

‘Y-you should g-go,’ Bill turned his body away.

‘Bill, please-‘

‘Go away Stan!’ Bill spat.

Stan didn’t move, and instead watched Bill’s back, tears coming to his own eyes when he recognised the shaking of Bill’s shoulders. He shifted closer, ignoring Bill’s previous request for him to leave, and wrapped his arms around Bill’s waist.

Bill shook as he cried, leaning back into the support of Stan and covering his face with his hands. Stan rested his head in the crook of Bill’s neck, waiting for the other boy to calm down. They sat there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, until Bill had stopped sobbing, and he turned to face Stan.

‘I’m s-s-sorry,’ Bill wiped his red-rimmed eyes with the backs of his hands and Stan used his thumb to wipe a tear off Bill’s chin. ‘It’s b-been years and I s-s-still miss h-him so m-m-much.’ Bill let out a shuddering breath.

‘I know,’ Stan sighed, wrapping his arms around Bill and pulling the other boy in for a hug. ‘I know how much you miss Georgie, I know.’

’T-thanks for coming to c-check on m-me,’ Bill whispered, pulling away.

‘No problem,’ Stan smiled, and Bill smiled sadly back.

‘So, what are you drawing?’ Stan asked, hoping to cheer up his best friend.

‘Um,’ Bill looked behind him at the pile of drawings. ’N-nothing, it’s n-not v-very good’.

‘Can I see?’ Stan asked, and Bill’s face softened.

‘Yeah, o-ok,’ He picked up the pile and turned to face Stan, sitting knee to knee with him, placing the paper into Stan’s lap. Stan laughed at the nervous excitement obvious on Bill’s face as he picked up the first drawing and held it up for Stan.

‘So, this is Georgie,’ Bill handed the paper over and Stan admired the drawing he had seen Bill colouring in when he first arrived.

‘This is,’ Stan looked up at Bill’s hopeful face over the paper, ‘amazing’.

‘Really?’ Bill’s face lit up and Stan grinned.

‘Really! You could enter this in a competition!’ Stan placed his hand on Bill’s shoulder. ‘You’re really talented Bill’.

Bill blushed, and picked up the next piece of art for Stan to admire, taking back the picture of Georgie.

Stan stared at the picture in astonishment, eyes flickering over the detail in the picture of all his friends. Beverly, her bright red hair standing out as she sat, arm outstretched, handing a reeses peanut butter cup to Ben. Mike, with Richie up on his shoulders, laughing as a terrified Eddie stood next to them, his mouth open in a yell, and Stan, his binoculars fixed on the sky, ignoring his friends’ banter.

‘Wow,’ Stan had no other words to describe how he felt. ‘Do you have more?’

‘Oh n-n-no, you d-don’t want to s-s-see the others,’ Bill blushed again, picking up his pile suddenly.

‘Yes I do!’ Stan said, grabbing the pile, ignoring the way his hands overlapped Bill’s.

’N-no h-honestly-‘ Bill never finished his sentence, as he fumbled with the paper and dropped it, back into Stan’s lap. Stan took the opportunity and grabbed the top paper of the pile, grinning as he picked it up and looked down at the drawing.

His breath caught in his throat.

The drawing was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. But Stan stared hopelessly at the detailed drawing of his own face. He picked up the next drawing, finding it to be himself again, this time a sketch of him hanging over a log, focusing his binoculars on a nearby bird. Stan picked up another, and another, finding them all to be of him.

‘What?’ Stan looked up at Bill, to find the other boy’s face had gone completely red and was staring straight back at Stan.

‘I’m s-sorry,’ Bill said, covering his face with his hands. ‘P-please don’t t-think I’m a c-c-creep’.

‘What? No!’ Stan dropped the drawings and leaned closer to Bill, removing his hands from his face.

‘It’s n-not w-what you-‘ Bill started, and Stan decided to interrupt him, instead placing the lightest of kisses to Bill’s lips.

‘Oh,’ Bill sighed when Stan pulled away.

‘I like you too you dumb idiot,’ Stan smiled, kissing Bill’s forehead. The latter leaned into Stan’s kiss, a smile forming.

‘Oh,’ Was all Bill could say again. And it was enough.

They spent the rest of the day together, Bill drawing and Stan just watching. Occasionally Bill got upset, and that was ok, as long as Stan held him until he felt better.

And when they parted Stan left him with a short goodbye kiss and a promise that tomorrow would be better.

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gang!hakyeon

perhaps the scariest gang leader in seoul…...not because he’s particularly physically intimidating (that’s taekwoon and wonshik’s job) …. but because he knows EVERYTHING about EVERYONE and knows exactly how to use it to his advantage

not that he couldn’t completely obliterate someone physically….. he practices martial arts and his years of dancing as a teenager have made him very, very, very strong under his lean exterior

once a new member of the gang challenged him (before he realized it was cha hakyeon he was challenging) and hakyeon had him pinned to the floor within 30 seconds and no one has questioned his physical prowess since

has such a commanding presence that even though he isn’t as tall as some of the other gang higher ups you immediately know he’s the #1

despite being so infamous he’s very good at flying under the radar…….he’s never the one getting his hands dirty after all, that’s not what the leader does. instead he makes everyone else do the dirty work and sits back in his expensive apartment sipping wine

always wearing luxury suits…..has a silk robe and pyjama set that he wears to sleep…. even taekwoon who lives with him has never seen him looking anything less than flawless

has this pair of gucci sunglasses that he wears whenever he’s at the gang hq

seeing him walking around town you totally would assume he was a ceo or something, but no….he’s the most notorious criminal in the city………

has probably like. walked into the police office and filed a missing person’s report for someone he had killed…..and the police were like “wow what a kind charismatic handsome young man!!!”

basically he’s really really REALLY good at his job. and he’s proud of it…. like as a child hakyeon never thought he would end up being a gang leader but he doesn’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it

and the absurd amount of money is a bonus

anyways you don’t know any of this, but you do know cha hakyeon, because he pays you lol…… you’re work part time at a maid/cleaner service to cover your student bills and you clean hakyeon’s apartment

not that you’ve ever seen him….you have his number and he gives very specific instructions for when to come so you aren’t there when anyone is home. which sometimes is at weird times at night but as long as you’re getting paid you aren’t asking questions

and like…...you clean a lot of nice apartments but cha hakyeon’s is the nicest by FAR…..with a beautiful view of seoul and huge tvs in almost every room

plus it’s the least amount of work, because the two men living there are surprisingly neat

but despite all that ,,,,,, the place feels cold ,,,,,,, like there are almost no family photos up on the walls, especially in the master bedroom…… there are expensive paintings up on the walls and high tech kitchen equipment but there are no trinkets or anything to suggest …. well, that someone lives there

and honestly it kinda freaks you out! because the minimalism of the apartment is like…. a lil too much to deal with and you can just feel that something is up with your employer

there’s a room that you aren’t supposed to go into and it’s always locked and you wouldn’t be all that surprised if it was like. a room of dead bodies or something

little do you know you aren’t that…..far off………… but you go on with your normal calm life cleaning cha hakyeon’s apartment, never expecting that one day you would literally see ur life flash before your eyes

hakyeon had let you know that the house would be empty in the early afternoon so you show up with your cleaning gear and as you’re cleaning the kitchen you hear the front door open

this is unusual but you figure hakyeon or his roommate got home earlier than they anticipated so you just continue your work until you hear this weird noise turn around and there is this MASSIVE masked guy with a GUN in the living room (which is connected to the kitchen)

of course you freeze ……..because what the fuck..but when he spots you you know ur fucked and u try to get the hell out of there but the front door is too far……. and when you hear a gunshot you’re about 99% sure you are dead

but then u realize you felt…..nothing….. so you open your eyes and this handsome guy in an expensive suit is standing in the doorway of the locked room holding a gun

and the masked guy is DEAD

naturally you SCREAM “what the FUCK” and the handsome guy looks @ you with this steely eyed look and ur like o h h my god i’m dying today this is it

but then the cold look fades away and he coughs awkwardly as if he didn’t just MURDER someone but then he’s like “i’m hakyeon, nice to officially meet you…..i’m sorry about this mess”

you have no idea what the hell to do and are still pretty shellshocked and he can…. sort of tell ……. so casually he takes the throw off the couch and tosses it over the DEAD BODY and then approaches you carefully, taking you by the shoulders and maneuvering you to sit down

“would you like anything? water? i’m sure this is pretty alarming”

suddenly your systems all reboot and ur like “UM I WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT GUY IS AND WHY HE HAD A GUN and also who are you and why do YOU have a gun oh and yeah what the HELL is going on”

another awkward cough………….but hakyeon isn’t the type to hurt innocent civilians and his (cute) cleaner was never supposed to get roped into this…. so he figures……….. he’ll tell you as much of the truth as he’s able to and hopefully you won’t turn him into the police

he slowly explains that the man was a hitman who an “enemy” of his had hired to take him out, but he hadn’t expected him to come to the apartment otherwise he wouldn’t have let you come over…..

and he conveniently doesn’t really tell you what he does but you can sorta piece it together and ur kinda sitting there because……..

Holy Fuck

but at the same time, you trust hakyeon? something deep down in u makes u feel like he wouldn’t hurt anyone he didn’t have to. you can tell he’s dangerous but the fact that he told you the partial truth instead of murdering you sort of . intrigues you?

finally u just go “i don’t…...have to clean that[gestures at the body] though right?”

and hakyeon laughs for the first time since you’ve met and it’s a really nice laugh and he really is super handsome with a super nice voice and suddenly you feel yourself blushing

you hope he doesn’t notice ,,,,,, but hakyeon notices everything ,,,,,

as he escorts you out with a promise of doubling your recent paycheck, he smiles down at you and asks if you’d like to go out for dinner with him that weekend

ur like uhhh…...yes?!?!?!?!

that dinner ends up being at a place WAY too nice for the cheap dress you got for the occasion and you murmur that you’re underdressed to hakyeon and he’s like “you look more beautiful than anyone else in the room…..but also if you want we can go to mcdonalds”

u end up eating a big mac by the river and hakyeon doesn’t get fast food with just anyone….. he knows as soon as he gets ketchup on his chin and you laugh at him (but wipe it off afterwards) that he’s found someone special

for almost a month the two of you go on little dates like this without ever saying it’s a date, but each time you get closer to kissing until FINALLY you’re the one that breaks and kisses him goodnight…. hakyeon’s like ;^) because he’s totally been teasing you the whole time and wanted to make you kiss him first hehe

after that u guys are “””officially””” dating but he explains to you that his line of work isn’t….great and he doesn’t want you being in danger so it’s not official official you know?

he hires a new cleaner because he feels weird about having you be his worker and you’re like “you’re not going to seduce them too are you? because i doubt they would be cool with you killing someone in front of them”

and hakyeon’s like of course not~~~ i only have eyes for you~~~ as soon as i realized you used my favorite dish soap i was hooked~~~

he not so secretly pays off some of your student loans and ur like ummm wtf take it back i’m not your sugar baby ,,,,,, and he’s like i never really paid you enough for not ratting me out to the police consider this your blackmail money

when he finally tells you what his actual occupation is ur sorta like, yeah i figured

really unnecessarily flirty in public and especially annoying so when his gang members are around ,,,,, like ken so much as breathes your way and hakyeon is like I Am Your Boss. which half pisses you off because he knows you wouldn’t cheat but half makes you very attracted to him

you make him put up pictures in his room which he wouldn’t do for anyone else but he wants to have pictures of the two of you around for when he can’t see you

you’re pretty much the only one who can beat hakyeon in a fight of any sort because as much as he pretends he isn’t and teases you for liking him so much…. he’s very whipped for you ….. 

because ever since he got into crime he figured no one would ever love him the way you love him… but you see past the illegal stuff and really care about the person he is and he would do anything to make you happy and safe