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nagdabbit · 4 years

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I’d love to see 42 from the ace prompt post! Your writing has me weak🥺💕

HI LOVELY! thank you for the prompt!

full disclosure, my head went on weird this whole week and this one didn’t go where i thought it was going to when i started writing and i got distracted by how funny i think sex euphemisms are and i remembered that billy and steve are both idiots and then this happened... i hope you enjoy it!

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42. “You know I’d go anywhere you were, right?”

He woke up kinda warm, kinda crowded and boxed in. Woke kinda… not alone.

The bed had been empty when he'd gone to sleep. Noticeably empty. Like the lonely kind of empty. Like the cold kind of empty. Like, Steve wasn't even home when he went to bed kind of empty. Like the Steve hadn't even set foot in his room in six months kind of empty.

But he woke incredibly warm and crowded and breathing in a head of soft, wild, chestnut hair that had burrowed up under his chin. Six months ago, it would have been cute and completely normal.

His arm was pinned between them, folded up against his belly. Steve's hand had found its way there in the night, and curled over top. That was familiar, too; Steve had always liked to hold onto whatever part of Billy he could reach.

Billy sighed into the soft waves, and placed his other hand over top Steve's. He curled his fingers against Steve's calloused palm, gently dragged his thumb in slow circles across the top of his wrist until he began to shift awake.

"Hey."

A soft hum, the slight dig of Steve's forehead against his clavicle as he tensed around a wide yawn, and then went lax. "Mmph. Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Makes you think somethin' s'wrong?" he grumbled, still sounding half asleep.

"Didn't think it would be something happy that brought you back into my bed without warning. So what's wrong?"

A sigh, a grumble, a frustrated little growl. "Kelly dumped me."

Ah, Kelly. Fifth in six months. Pretty, kinda stuck up. Billy had hated her on principle, but she seemed to actually like Steve.

Billy squeezed Steve's hand, then bent to press a kiss into his wild mane. "I'm sorry."

Steve scoffed, head twitching as he must have rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You didn't even like her."

"I didn't know her," Billy corrected, though both accusations were true. "You okay?"

"M'fine," Steve muttered, shrugging a little. "More disappointed, than anything. But I'm fine."

"Yeah, fine enough you had to come see little ol' me," Billy teased, but he tried to keep his tone light. "What's wrong?"

Another sigh, then Steve burrowed closer, worming his face down between the lumpy pillow and Billy's cheek. "I'm tired."

"What kind of tired?"

"Tired of everything."

Billy just sighed. He linked his pinky with Steve's and squeezed tight for a moment, until the hand between his squeezed back. Shifted until their temples were pressed together, until he could feel the gentle beat of Steve's pulse against his own.

"What if," Steve began, "I just left. Just ran away into the wilderness and hid out there until people stopped being stupid."

Billy snorted at the petulant tone. "You'd be hiding a long time."

"Yeah, but they couldn't find me, so."

"Yeah, well, I'd find you."

"Yeah? Go full Walden with me?"

"Of course I would.”

“Yeah?”

"You know I'd go anywhere you were," Billy murmured, twisting to press a kiss to Steve's temple. "Right?"

A little snort of disbelief, because Steve never seemed to believe him. Not about anything important, anyway. “Yeah, sure.”

“Of course I would,” Billy murmured, nuzzling down against Steve’s cheek. “I love you, dumbass.”

He had only a few moments of warning before he felt Steve got still and tense. A runner at the starting block. Billy managed to tighten his hold just seconds before Steve was sitting up and trying to move.

"Woah, hey, wait a minute! You running from me, or you running from this conversation?" Billy asked, holding tight to his hand. Steve was tense, looking away and toward the door like he wanted to escape. "Get back here, talk to me.”

“Nope, I gotta go,” Steve hissed, trying to tug his hand free.

“Not until you tell me what the problem is,” Billy said, keeping his grip on Steve’ shand tight. “C’mon.”

“No.”

"Tell me."

"You can't just--you can't say things like that," Steve said, still tugging to get his hand loose. He could have, easily, if he really wanted to.

"Why not?"

Steve turned to look at him and frowned, "We won't work."

"That's dumb," Billy chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You mean with you being ace?"

Steve froze again, eyes wide. "What?"

"You. Asexual." Billy tugged their joined hands again, hard enough that Steve tumbled back into the bed.

"How--"

"You told me. Three entire times, in fact. You were even sober for one of them," Billy laughed, wrangling him closer. He got an arm around Steve's shoulders and pulled him close. "You're an idiot," Billy murmured, and pressed another kiss to Steve's forehead. "Which is weird, because I know you’re not stupid."

"Fuck you."

"Well, obviously not."

He grumbled, unhappily. "I did not tell you."

"You did. Once at that last party in Hawkins, before we left," Billy said, remembering a shit wrecked Steve dispelling every myth about his conquests. "That first week of Freshman year when you said you didn't want me bringing anyone back to the dorm. And then, like, two weeks later when you got stoned and drunk and decided you were going to be alone forever."

"I never--"

"You did. I have a blackmail folder of sound bytes if you don't believe me."

"Yeah, well, that just proves my point--"

"It proves you're dumb."

"Hey."

"Steve, sweetie, remember how, like, nine months ago you started sleeping with me?" Billy asked, flicking his forehead. "And you kept doing so until about six months ago? When we had that really nice conversation about what you wanted in a relationship, and how it was pretty much exactly what we'd been doing?"

"Yeah, and--"

"And I agreed with you, and then kissed you? And nothing changed, and it was great, only there were kisses and shit? And then a week later you showed up with that art asshole and introduced him as your boyfriend?" Billy asked, a little sweet and a little mocking. His last six months had been hell. They hadn’t been any less cordial with each other, but he’d missed having Steve close enough to touch. Missed just talking to him. "And then I went and stayed with Heather for two weeks? And neither of us talked to you for, like, an entire month?"

A sigh. "Yes, I remember that."

"Do you also remember how I cried for two entire weeks, like a fucking baby, because I thought I'd just been dumped in an excruciatingly humiliating way that I never would have thought you were capable of?" Billy asked, sweetly. "Or did you not notice because you were too busy with Silas, or whatever his dumb name was."

"Silas is a nice name," Steve added, weakly.

"It is, and he ruined it. He ruined the name for everyone." Billy softened it with another kiss to Steve's forehead. "I forgave you when I realized you genuinely didn't know. And I know we never, like, said the words. But I thought it had been obvious."

"It wasn't!" Steve insisted.

"Steve, the bed-sharing aside, two bros don't platonically make out without either a conversation about it first, or someone around with a camera and good weed." Billy pinched Steve's ribs, just to get him to laugh. "You're dumb. How are you this dumb? Ace courting rituals are basically the same as allo courting rituals. Just minus the horizontal tango."

At that, Steve snorted. "Oh, god, don't call it that."

"Don't call it what?" Billy asked, innocently. "Stuffin' the muffin?"

"Oh, my god," Steve groaned.

"The ol' dipsy-doodle? Hittin’ the skins?" Billy followed it with another pinch to Steve's ribs to get him to laugh. And then another, "Squat thrusts in the cucumber patch?"

Steve was squirming in his arms, twisting and laughing as he tried to get away. "No one c-calls it--"

"Laying pipe?"

"Nope, no!"

"I'm just saying, you don't wanna play hide the cannoli," Billy laughed, squeezing the top of Steve's thigh to give him a horse bite that had him bucking and cackling. "You won't be riding The Bony Express."

"I hate you, I--ah! Haha, f-fucking--"

He dug his fingers into Steve's ribs again, and didn't relent until Steve had nearly laughed himself off the bed. "C'mere, dumbass," he chuckled, and hauled Steve back against his chest. “Can we date now? For real, this time?”

“But--”

“Steve, I know. I get it.”

“Won’t you miss sex and stuff?” Steve asked weakly, but he wasn’t trying to get away any more. He had those great big eyes turned toward Billy, full of hope.

“I like you more,” Billy said, because it was true. And he thought he’d told Steve that already, but he didn’t add that part out loud. Steve didn’t need anymore of that, he was more fun when he was laughing and happy. They could be serious later. “I like you a lot more… than a little bit of afternoon delight.”

Steve groaned. “Jesus christ.”

“I like you more than the forbidden polka.”

“You’re gross, oh my god!”

“More than the four-legged foxtrot.”

“Nope, I’m breaking up with you,” Steve grumbled, biting down a laugh. He squirmed like he was going to leave, but Billy just tightened his hold. “Lemme go! I’m leaving.”

“Not without me, you aren’t,” Billy grumbled and rolled over to pin Steve to the bed. He nuzzled down into the crook of his neck, breathing deep. Blew a raspberry for good measure, just because Steve could no longer get away. He got a loud, joyful sort of laugh in his ear, and a swat to the back of his head. It was nice. Familiar.

“Yeah? You gonna stop me?” Steve asked, settling into the hold.

“Well, yeah.” He soothed the spot with a little kiss, relished in the feeling of having Steve so close again. Fucking finally. “Told you. I just wanna be wherever you are.”

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doodlewash · 6 years

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Hi, I’m Jean (originally Gyöngyi) and I am from Romania. I am a passionate illustrator, full of imagination and lots of love for watercolor painting. I work with my cheeky assistant, Felix, a cat I found on the street when he was just a kitten. We make quite the team together: we both love the visual arts, music and nature.

How I Started

Head In The Clouds

Just like every other kid, I was always interested in art and loved experimenting, drawing and painting, not only because it was a fun activity, but because it allowed me to express myself freely. When I was a teenager, I knew I had a passion for the art world, but I still thought I should study something a bit more serious, something that would offer me a real life job.

So I picked up mathematics and computer science as main subjects. Although my personality is quite pragmatic, I often felt numbers and computer science were not for me… and you could see me doodling on the last pages of my notebooks during classes. I finished high school and I felt hopeless, so I decided to follow my heart and study art.

I became a graphic designer student at the local university and I had the opportunity to study multiple subjects, including illustration. After the first few weeks I already knew I fell in love with it, and I started dreaming about my future career as an illustrator.

Sleeping Fox

After graduating university, I started working as a designer and later as an illustrator, but during the course of many years, I would often put aside my illustration projects in favor of graphic design. Why? Because it was a more popular field and everyone was so hyped up about it. I slowly started to feel crushed because I couldn’t express myself as an artist.

Monochrome Forest

I’ve always had a huge hunger for learning new things, exploring art and different mediums. I had lots of illustrations in my mind and I needed to express myself, but even while working as a freelance illustrator, I couldn’t. So I was dreaming about becoming an independent illustrator, where I could express my own ideas and emotions, and create the illustrations that I love.

Forest Adventure

For 10 years I designed vector illustrations and I loved it, but after such a long time I needed a change. I remembered that I always loved watercolors, but found it a very difficult technique to work with. I even created watercolor textures that I added to my vector illustrations so they would look more like watercolor illustrations.

365 Days Of Art Challenge

In 2017 I took a break from digital art and I started to experiment with watercolors. I really loved it, I loved it so much that last year in December I made a brave decision: to complete my 365 days of art challenge with watercolors. So right now I have a whole year ahead of me to express myself, to bring out all the illustrations I’ve been wanting to create and to get better and better at it.

Spring Flowers

Spring Is Here

I’m very happy for this challenge and the progress I’ve made in such a short time, and I am looking forward to seeing where this journey brings me as an artist. Another reason why I love this project so much is because it’s quite difficult… and that challenges me.

Creative Process And Materials

I have a very vivid imagination and often get a clear image about what I want to illustrate next, but sometimes, nothing comes to mind. So I keep browsing photos and materials until I feel inspired. I love to illustrate idioms or surreal things, and anything with a positive or funny message.

Rising

I also love to create botanical illustrations, landscapes, character designs, children illustrations and so on. For sketching I sometimes use reference photos that help me understand the shapes and subject details better, but when it comes to children illustrations, I often draw from memory.

Tuscany

Once I am happy with the sketch, I trace it (I’m quite old fashioned and use my window for this) on watercolor paper and start painting. While sketching I need silence, but when I paint I love to listen to calm/relaxing music.

Usually, I paint the first layer with simple colors, then work on the second layer where I add more colors, follow up with darker tones, shadows and finally the black layer. I love to use gouache or acrylic for white parts or highlights, and sometimes watercolor pencils for details. I scan the finished painting and adjust the colors, and edit if necessary before publishing.

Winter

I use the Schmincke Horadam watercolor tubes to paint, and most of the time, Canson Aquarelle 300 gsm cold press watercolor paper. I love to use watercolor pencils too, mine are from Raffine Aquarelle. The brushes are all different, but most of them are from Daco and Milan.

Hyacinth

Don’t Forget Your Dreams

While painting for my 365 days of art challenge I often start with something simple, and during the process, I find more and more meaning and inspiration connected to my illustration. So, in the end, it turns into something I haven’t even thought about at first. I love when that happens! I even try to write stories for some of my illustrations.

Conclusion

I decided to film my painting process whenever I can and post it on Youtube. If you are interested in how I create my illustrations, I invite you to check out my channel at the link below. To see all of the illustrations I create for the 365 days of art challenge, you can visit my Instagram link below.

Somewhere Only We Know

I’m very thankful for being featured as a guest artist on Doodlewash, among so many talented artists. Thank you so much Charlie!

Jean Balogh Instagram YouTube Tumblr Facebook Behance

GUEST ARTIST: "Painting In Watercolors: The Passion That Never Stops Growing" by Jean Balogh - #Doodlewash #WorldWatercolorGroup #watercolor #Romania Hi, I’m Jean (originally Gyöngyi) and I am from Romania. I am a passionate illustrator, full of imagination and lots of love for watercolor painting.

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