#SHOTGUNNING BABEY

[pitifulwolves]

I love being a silly gay man who draws silly gay men :)))

@tinywalkingheater @casscainsbiceps

[yrieso]

just burned my “get off the road i’m learning to drive” playlist onto cd so i can pop that in the van next time my dad takes me out for a driving lesson

[blood-mocha-latte]

wip tag game <3

tagged by the wonderful @rosemaryandbrine tyy lovely <3 <3

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i have. So Many wips. so consider this the Luztoye Week WIP Edition LMAO because. oh mein gott

1 - sixties au toye pov

2 - quiet place (bad) luz pov

3 - shotguns n sex babey luz pov

4 - perconte space outsider pov

5 - when harry met sally toye pov

6 - situationship canon era toye pov

7 - king n lionheart ii toye pov

tagging the lovelies @disastrouscanasta @ewipandora @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing @youcalledmebabe @frstcorinthians @gorgeousundertow @theweirdgoodbyes @moghraidhs and anyone else who wants to do it <3

[silluuuu]

9, 20, 28 for the ask game?

thanks anon!!

9. Tell us your favorite thing to drink when you write. Coffee!! Preferably a fancy one (vanilla latte, etc.)

20. What was the last thing you researched for a story? if you're keeping up with One for the Road this shouldn't be a surprise, but: it's Bristlecone Pines, babey! specifically: where they occur most frequently in the Gunnison National Forest 🙃

28. Which fic is closest to your heart? nooo, the hardest question!!! xD i'm calling it a three way tie b/w Angel with a Shotgun, One for the Road and Beyond the Northern Lights - all of them are deeply personal and have lil bits of my soul in them, so. gotta shout 'em all out.

thanks again anon!!! i appreciate it so much <3

[loveofdetail]

I'm honestly still really proud of that Touch of the Stranger Review fic. there were a lot of moving pieces!

It was an absolute blast to get to write a fake review of a fake ero-RPG which is itself a reference to in-world Corvo/Outsider fic from Dishonored. I love metafiction but hoo babey those are some metafictions inside of metafictions.

The most important challenge was that I needed to get across to the reader (at least, a reader who is familiar with Deathloop) just how much the game was really about Charlie and Fia's relationship, and make it obvious Fia worked on the game with him... even though the in-world reviewer has no idea Fia exists.

I also needed to give people the idea that the reviewer was pretty full of shit and that this is NOT a charitable or reliable review of this non-existent game! While still leaving room for the fact that Charlie is up his own ass with his auteur schtick and parts of this game probably are insufferable.

And the thing is I don't actually read a lot of video game reviews? OR play a lot of RPGs. So one of my writing sessions was actually just spent shotgunning RPG reviews from as wide a variety of publications and authors as I could, in order to get ideas about tone and what needed to be included.

And THEN I came to the conclusion that I could not write a convincing fake review unless I actually had a pretty detailed idea of what this fake game played like. So I spent another writing session just stream of consciousness brainstorming the whole plot and mechanics of Touch of the Stranger. This was probably about the same wordcount as the final fic even though very little of it ended up getting explicitly mentioned. But still I don't think I could have written the fic without this pre-process.

And then last but not least it needed to fit into Dishonored setting, but without going too heavy-handed on the actual Dishonored references.

There was a point halfway through writing it where I really genuinely worried it was simply not going to come together. And I was writing to a deadline too. But now more than a year out I re-read it like, Whoa... I actually did a really good job??? on this challenging task which I assigned to myself

also hee hee hoo hoo, rating: 6.9

[tragcdysewn]

fashion aesthetics - feng xin

describe your muse’s aesthetic in five words or less.

frat boy shotgunning four loko

does your muse spend a lot of time on their outfit and appearance? how long do they spend getting ready in the morning?

literally no time at all. the man grabs the first clothes he finds that sort of match and throws his hair up in a messy bun (y/n core babey) or a ponytail if he's really lazy that day

does your muse consider the way they dress to be trendy? would other people agree

not at all. he dresses comfortably and is well aware that it's not at all trendy, but he doesn't really care much.

how often do they buy new clothes? are they the type to keep a outfit for years or replace it after one wear?

almost never. he's been wearing the same hoodie for like six months and only replaces things once they need to be fixed, and even now that's rare because mu qing passive aggressively fixes his clothes for him

is your muse the type to accessorize? how much?

not at all. he's not a big jewelry guy, unless you managed to get something with sentimental value, which he hasn't had since xianle so

how much time do they spend on skin care/makeup/grooming?

like.... five minutes, ten tops. the man uses 3 in 1 for his entire body and like... maybe some moisturizer or sunscreen

if money and societal expectations were not a concern would your muse dress differently than they currently do? if so, how?

honestly, no. he's consistently ready to jump into action, and his clothes definitely reflect that. he could absolutely afford nicer clothes, he just... doesn't really care to do so. he's always dressed casually, at least by like... royal bodyguard and martial god standards, and that's likely never going to change

would your muse wear the same outfit two days in a row if they knew they wouldn’t run into any of the same people?

...yes. yes he would, even if he did know he would run into the same people, because he honestly just wears the first thing he grabs and i don't think he would even notice if he was wearing the same thing two days in a row

have they started dressing differently since arriving in washington? was the transition difficult? do they prefer the clothes here or back home? if your character is unaware feel free to answer as if they are aware.

sort of. the vibes are the same, just updated to a more modern style over what the fashion was back home. he doesn't really care enough about clothing to struggle transitioning or have a preference, so he's pretty happy with the current clothing he has

[inland--empire]

Yeah i can imagine!! I just realized that we lack an Engineer... They don't deserve it/J

Nah yeah. Honestly i am imagining her name to be something like Shotgun. She is... Much more open about how insane she is than Gunpowder. If Gunpowder has a smile on her face all the time but you can kinda see the screws a bit loose, Shotgun got now screws babey. She also makes weapons for her team and has the bad habit of testing them on actual misions. Surprisingly not as much of a Battle Engie as Gunpowder and really just likes to plant Sentries everywhere-B. Jess

I think she should go hog wild. All the time.

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

🎵asa also

:)

YEAH BABEY YOU KNOW IT! This middle-aged father of three (and also three twenty-somethings he found in the trenches) can be SO angel with a shotgun. He has his Principles and his Guy (interchangeable. His moral compass just points towards Alan) and that’s all he needs to know! The lyrics pretty much sum it up.

They say before you start a war

You better know what you're fighting for

Well baby, you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

I'm an angel with a shotgun

Fighting til' the wars won

I don't care if heaven won't take me back

I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Don't you know you're everything I have?

[aimlessnomad]

takin' the shotgun approach to posting. quantity over quality, babey !

[istherewifiinhell]

Hey I fucking love and would die for marisha Ray

[saturnwisteria]

Thanks for the tag! 🥰

Name:

Andy

Pronouns:

Usually its they/them, but I use he/him and she/her as well

Star Sign 🌟:

Taurus babey ♉️ 🐂 ✨️

Number of Siblings (& fun facts):

Four siblings, two older brothers, two younger. Yes I suffer from only daughter syndrome 😔

Fun fact that's actually kinda strange is that all of us were born on the seventh day of the month!

Number of pets & their names:

2 cats, Baby and Zoey

Fandoms:

Here it's mainly HBO war (BOB & TP, havent seen GK yet and ill definitely get on MOTA), but I also like Star Trek (esp ds9), Doctor Who, 1917 (2019), Dunkirk (2017), ACOTAR, CC, TOG, the Grishaverse series, Six of Crows duology, the 39 Clues, Descendants (2015). I think those are the main ones but I dabble in others.

(My book sideblog is @efrognewydd btw!)

Favorite Color:

Brown 🪐🦦🤎⚒️🩹

Favorite Song:

Cannot be pinned down bc the self is only a transient state yada yada but I can't get Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives outta my head rn

Favorite Author:

For books, I'd say Leigh Bardugo the way she creates worlds is just so crunchy and I am knawing my bit waiting for my paperback edition of Hell Bent.

Favorite Fic Type:

I am a simple boygirl. I see hurt/comfort, mutual pining, or the Only One Bed trope, and I clickity click.

Favorite holiday:

Halloween 🎃👻

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc)?

No, but I do have a situationship that's killing me 🥰🥰🥰

Hobbies:

Reading, writing, crochet, hiking, looking at rocks

Fun facts about you:

I have an ongoing collection of shotgun shells that I pick up during walks

No pressure tags! @pinstripess @multifandomlover01 @missmelewis @andrigyn @itstheheebiejeebies @softguarnere

Tag Game: Get to Know Me

Tagged by this beauty @luckynumber4

Name:

Laura my discord or other socials are usually laurslou

Pronouns:

✨She/her✨

Star sign: ⭐️

Scorpio babeeeey ♏️

number of siblings (+ any fun facts):

Three siblings, we're all born in a different season and span between three decades.

number of pets & their names:

I have one cat at my family home, her named is Suki St. James I also have an arch-nemesis named Zuko (my sisters).

Fandoms:

Band of Boyfriends Brothers, hbowar, TGCF, Ghibli

Favourite colour:

Green

Favourite song:

It changes every month. My spotify unwrapped said this was my favourite:

Favourite author (books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, etc):

My favourite fanfic is A New Mode of Living - Perpetual Motion As for author, I'm really enjoying MXTX's danmei novels.

Favourite fic type:

ANGST HURT ME

Favourite holiday:

Christmas

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc)?:

Yes

Hobbies:

Interacting with my fandom, reading, music, anime, collecting things that bring me joy

Fun facts about you:

I'm just in a silly goofy mood 24/7

Tagging @snarkyliebgott , @grumpy-liebgott , @saturnwisteria , @basilone , @historyl3sbian , @ewipandora , @staud , @flashnthunder @kaaaaaaarf

no pressure - also no need to answer anything you'd like to keep off record

[angeltannis]

[mostsleepynezuko]

when all you want is to live in peace with your family but demons keep eating them

[elbowreveal]

i just queued something that a mutual reblogged from me immediately after my queue posted it 🙈

[slashersteve]

Let's Kiss

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: It might be the end of the world, and you're for some reason worried about having never been kissed. Steve decides to change that.

warnings/extra tags: friends kissing tm, friends making out tm, reader spirals for a second here, gets a little heated but this isnt my nsfw blog, cursing, beta read, edited by me and autocorrect babey

note: forgive me for writing slowly :') i wanted to experiment with writing more kissing scenes and decided it was a perfect time for you to kiss steve till you were stupid. Thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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For the third time in your life, it felt like the end of the world, but unlike those times, this time felt as if it actually might be. And you were…not okay if you were being honest. Everyone who was piled into this stolen Winnebago that Eddie Munson hot-wired was not okay, but they seemed to be holding it together better than you. 

When Steve Harrington drove into an open field so that you guys could properly prepare for your battle with Vecna, who was also known as Henry Creel, but also 001, you thought the fresh air would be just what you needed. You were wrong though when you thought of Vecna though, as the guy had shown Nancy some big, big plans of his that had to do with opening up a massive gate in the middle of Hawkins.

In response, you and everyone else here had big plans too, some that involved baiting him with a still cursed Max while the rest of you venture into the Upside Down to try and kill him before his plan could come to fruition. Honestly, it was a good plan, especially with Nancy basically leading all of you, and you couldn’t poke many holes into it…except for one…or some. 

What if he didn’t take the bait with Max? What if Dustin and Eddie’s plan to distract the bats didn’t work? What if you step on a vine and alert the guy? And what if he literally knows everything you’re planning at this exact second and you’re all walking into a trap? 

You don’t usually freak out like this, in fact, you had once prided yourself in your ability to be calm and collected in nearly every situation, but there must be something in the air right now or Vecna/Henry/One somehow got into your head or something because you were on the verge of a whole panic attack. Even Robin was more calm than you were (or at least appeared so).

“Preparation is key,” Nancy had said when going over your plan again when you questioned if it would actually work. And she was right, the first time you were in the Upside Down it was by chance (or force as the bruises around Steve’s neck still gave you uncomfortable chills and dread), but this time you’re going to be practically armed with all the shit you just bought at that angry hick store Eddie suggested while Max baits Vecna. 

God, the thought of anything going wrong made your chest hurt, and you wanted to vomit all over the grass next to Nancy and Max’s feet as she sawed off the barrel of the shotgun.

“I’m- I’m going to go and change,” you said quickly before that could happen. They both glanced at you, and Nancy told you that was fine all the while it looked like Max could see right through you. 

“She looks like she’s about to bail or something,” Max said, watching you make a beeline toward the Winnebago where Steve and Robin were currently sitting outside of. 

Nancy hummed as she returned her focus on the felony she was committing and said, “I’m sure she’s fine.”

You didn’t say so much as a word when you went into the Winnebago and closed it, making Steve and Robin glance at one another before Robin was continuing to make their Molotov bombs with kerosene and empty alcohol bottles. 

Steve’s eyes lingered on the shut door a little longer, noticing your odd demeanor, before reluctantly turning his attention back to the Molotov bombs as well. 

It was in the Winnebago when things took a turn for the worse for you.

You had just finished changing out of your tattered clothing from your first trip in the Upside Down, and now wore the exact same camouflage shirt Steve was wearing and some new pants. You started to spiral, essentially, your thoughts coming at you fast and all at once, thoughts about what could potentially happen and go wrong, about possibly getting killed, which led you to think about a lot of the things you hadn’t done yet. 

You wanted to graduate and attend the college you were already accepted to, then graduate from there, and maybe find a significant other there or something to at least experience that. It was just insane to you that you experienced what it’s like to breathe in the air of another dimension before anything inherently romantic.

It made you wonder if your life would ever be…just normal.

That was when the door was being opened and Steve was walking in without any regard to look specifically for you. When his eyes landed on you, they suddenly squeezed shut and he said, “Shit! Sorry! Were you changing? I’ll just-“ he blindly stepped backwards, knocking into the back of the passenger seat. 

"It's okay! I'm done anyways," you told him, and he opened only one eye slowly before opening both.

"Still, I should've knocked," he laughed awkwardly as he stepped back into the Winnebago and said, "Molotov's are done, Eddie and Dustin's spears and shields are made, Nancy committed a felony...I say we're almost ready."

"Oh," you said a bit shakily, "So soon?"

He nodded, and said, "Yup, we should probably leave soon if we want to make it at sundown."

You dropped your eyes for a second, and forced the nervous exhale from coming out as everyone was on as much edge as you were about everything, and you didn't need to burden any of them with your doubt.

"Are...you ready?" Steve asked suddenly, and you glanced up at him.

"I-" you shut your lips to gulp nervously, then opened them again to say, "I...don't know..."

His eyes looked thoughtful as they stared at you, and he nodded, "Yeah...me either to be honest." He laughed weakly as he leaned on the side and crossed his arms.

You looked up and kept your gaze on him this time as he sighed deeply, "Just talked with Robin, and she thinks it might not work out for us..."

Your heart dropped, "Oh."

"But...she also said that we're crazy, and that...if we don't try and stop him then who will," he licked his dry lips for a second, "And she's right. Whatever happens...we win..or lose...at least we tried."

It was a bitter thought, to think that even if you go in prepared and ready for battle things can still go south. You needed to sit down immediately, and once you did on the couch in the back, you dropped your head in your hands at the thought of the endless possibilities.

"Is this what our lives have been leading up to?" you asked suddenly, voice quivering, "Battling a sadistic clock obsessed guy with powers like El and bad skin who snaps people's bones because he wants to open a giant gate to take over the world? What ever happened to normal lives, you know? Why hasn't our only problems been oh am I going to pass this physics exam or oh my god is he going to call me back? You know normal problems that normal people experience?"

You were rambling in a similar manner like Robin might, and it caught Steve off guard as you hardly ever did anything like that while Robin does it often.

Also, you already looked and sounded like you were defeated before the final battle even began, and Steve disliked that a lot.

"Hey, hey, we beat this guy? Then we'll have those normal problems," Steve tried to comfort you, "If this guy is really the big threat, and we manage to put him down, that'll be the end of everything...hopefully."

You moaned dreadfully, completely ignoring Steve, "There's just so much I should be experiencing, I don't understand why I experienced what it's like to climb up into a ceiling and fall out of the other side before I experience, I don't know, a first date? A first kiss? I know that stuff's not super important but still, it would be nice."

Steve tried to speak, but you were continuing on, your thoughts venturing to other matters besides yourself and it was making him even more concerned with your current state.

"And it's not even just me, like those kids out there? They're so young, one of them is literally cursed, like what the hell is up with that? It’s so fucked up!"

You were continuing to ramble and asking rhetorical question after rhetorical question that Steve had to actually go over to sit next to you and grasp your shoulders to make you stop and look at him.

"Hey!" he said, slightly shaking you as your eyes met, "All this is not helping anybody, especially yourself. I think the same things sometimes, and I wish I had some kind of explanation for you, but I don't even know it."

You stared blankly at him, and he sucked in a tight breath and continued to say, "What I do know is that we really don't have normal lives, and you know, at this point we just kind of have to to live with that-"

"But-"

"I also know," he cut you off, "That if we're going to go down there and try to put an end to this then we need to be prepared and level-headed you know? So...just...tell me what I can do to make you feel better."

His final request was odd to you, as you didn't know what he could do. He could tell you everything was going to be alright, but you'd know it was probably going to be a lie to try and calm you down. Steve knew as much as you did, and it sucked for a moment because you were expecting him to know more. Still, the question did make your heart swell up because of how genuinely nice he was, just being here with you and talking to you, wanting to make you feel better.

You instead took in a deep breath, trying to calm down the pacing of your heart stemmed from your blast of anxiety, and now the typical feeling you get when around the guy as you said, "You...you don't have to do anything. I'm sorry...you're right, tonight could be the end of the world, we're all nervous, but I'm the only stupid one ranting about never having kissed anyone."

You rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, and turned away from Steve to look at the ground.

Beside you, Steve shifted in his spot, and said "You don't have to apologize...I just almost lost you there for a moment."

You laughed weakly, but didn't reply.

Steve looked at you thoughtfully, and cleared his throat gently before saying, "For the record...I don't think you being worried about things like a first kiss is stupid."

"Yes it is Steve," you replied immediately, "In the face of the end of the world? Yeah...it's stupid."

"Well, I don't know, they're probably thinking about things like that too..." Steve trailed off, "Just because you're the only one voicing it doesn't make it stupid."

You pressed your lips together, and shrugged weakly at him in response as you leaned back on the couch now, the top of your head smacking lightly against the back window.

You weren't looking at Steve, because if you were, you probably would've caught a shift in his gaze that meant an idea was coming about, whether it was good or bad, you wouldn't have known until he said it.

And after a few seconds of silence, he did tell you, except you refused to believe you heard him right. 

"What?" you asked, wanting him to repeat it so you don’t look silly.

He coughed into his hand nervously and said, "I could kiss you right now...you know...give you a sense of...normal or something...or to like…cross that off your list."

Steve wasn't looking at you as he repeated himself, which was just as well, because you felt your cheeks heat up and your jaw slightly drop. Not sure if he was just teasing you or something, you muttered, "Normal...normal friends don't kiss each other, Steve."

He laughed breathlessly, and ran his hand over his mouth for a moment before replying, "Friends do help each other though...also pretty sure we established we're not normal."

Now that made you laugh, not a weak or breathless one like before, but a genuine one and you said, "Yeah...that's definitely true.”

He was looking at you now, brown eyes staring right into yours and you saw then that he was serious about it, serious about kissing you and letting you experience at least that before tonight.

It wasn't like you hadn't thought about it before, if that warm feeling he always gave you when he was around, even now, said anything. You've thought about it even before you were friends, when he was a stupid jerk in high school who never looked twice at you but still made you weak in the knees.

After getting to know him more, you wanted to do more than just kiss the guy. You wanted to go on dates with him, hold his hand, make him laugh...all those romantic like things you've only seen in the movies. Would kissing him right now, in a moment like this, be a good move?

At your silence, Steve began to move to stand as he was saying, "God yeah, you're right it's not normal. I'm sorry I offered and made it weird."

Your hand was flying upward to capture his wrist gently, and when your eyes met, your thoughts went away as you realized you had made your answer already. You gave him a single nod, and then said, "Let's kiss."

His gaze remained on yours then, his expression softening slightly as he waited a few seconds before settling back down in the space next to you.

The atmosphere changed drastically then, the color within the Winnebago a pretty golden shade, bouncing off of Steve's face and his brown eyes as they bore into yours. You never really noticed how soft of a brown color his eyes were, maybe because you’ve never been this close enough to see them.

His next question had tore you out of your mesmerized gaze, asking you in a soft, quiet voice you never heard him speak in if you were sure it’s what you wanted.

You nodded, and said in a breathless voice, "Yes I'm sure."

Your heart was beating out of your chest, this time for the reason that any second now you were going to be kissing Steve Harrington, the once King of Hawkins High, and now one of your closest friends. You were nervous, and you were scared, but no more than you were scared about what might happen tonight.

He was just so close to you though, instead of the usual cologne he wore that drove you mad, he smelled like the earth and the pungent smell of the kerosene they used to create molotovs. It really proved that it wasn't just his cologne that drove you mad, it was simply him.

It was him just being here and this close that’s what made you this way, what was making you forget for a second that the end of the world was hours away. Your breath had even hitched and he gently reached upward to cup your cheek, a gesture that made you feel more heat spread across your face and chest.

His eyes flickered to your lips then as he began to move in, and you tensed up as you felt his lips gently graze over your own before they pressed fully against yours.

Though it was just a peck, just two lips touching, you practically melted in your seat when you felt his slightly chapped lips on yours. Your eyes even fluttered shut for a second, and any doubt of this being a bad idea faded at once as you returned the kiss.

When he leaned away from you after a few seconds, you opened your eyes to meet him and he asked with a small smile on the lips that were just on yours, "How was that?"

You were practically breathless as you replied something incoherent, and Steve tilted his head curiously at you, not understanding what you had said, and to be fair you didn’t know either. Your eyes fell back onto his lips, instead wondering if they were tingling like yours currently were, and wondering if he too felt the fire that he ignited in your chest by that simple kiss.

Steve had noticed your eyes had flickered back to his lips, and he exhaled deeply, and moved his hand underneath your chin to make you meet his gaze again. You blinked almost dreamily up at him, and he asked you in that same sweet, soft voice that would be added to your favorite things about him… "Want to do it again?"

Oh, how fast you said yes.

He didn't hesitate after your answer, pressing his lips fully onto yours to quite frankly give you another best first kiss of your life that you were sure nobody could beat even if they tried.

His experienced lips moved against your inexperienced ones, taking control and taking your breath away all at once. His lips were slow and steady on yours, gently sliding along yours and it was you who tilted your head gently in order to deepen it just a little more.

Steve's hand had moved from your chin, rather moving to the back of your head as he exhaled for a moment right onto your lips, and he asked, “Is this okay?” in reference to how quickly heated this kiss was becoming. You responded to him by leaning back in, and he chuckled as you recaptured his lips onto yours.

You didn't know what you were doing, since you've made it clear you've never kissed anyone, let alone like this, but it felt like you were doing something right as you tried to return his kiss with the same intensity as him especially when he hummed against you, his lips slightly vibrating on yours and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

When you felt the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, it sort of brought you back to yourself for a moment and he was leaning away again, his cheeks were a blush pink color and he said, “Fuck I’m sorry. We agreed on a kiss, and I’m trying to stick my tongue down your throat.” 

He laughed awkwardly at his own words, and you could only sit there and stare at him all starry eyed, your prior concerns with the end of the world all but gone for even just a few seconds and you replied, “I…I don’t mind.” 

Now you felt like the awkward one when he just stared at you, except you didn’t notice that his eyes were just as starry as yours, and then, the soft brown of his eyes shifted and darkened at your response and you were kissing again, picking off right where you left off. 

Your lips parted and you felt him slip his tongue inside of your mouth, now really drinking you up and your hands flew upward to his sides, sliding them underneath his jacket and you felt him shudder against your hands as they touched his firm back above his shirt that matched yours.

The honest truth was you weren’t thinking about what this may imply, with how good Steve was kissing you and how intoxicated you both were quickly becoming on each other. It didn’t occur to you that Steve has probably been wanting to kiss you like this for a while now.

With your arms around him, you pulled him almost on top of you, your head smacking back against the window again as his tongue explored your mouth and all your worries just floated away as your mind was becoming fuzzy on him and the feeling he was bringing out of you.

“Steve,” you mumbled his name with a voice that was even unrecognizable to you, and it only urged him further, drinking up the next murmur of his name and you dragged your nails into his back (being wearing of his bandage) now feeling a sort of heat settling in the pit of your stomach as he practically devoured you in this Winnebago.

There was no telling where this might’ve gone, or how far either of you would’ve let it go, as Eddie was entering the Winnebago with a slam of the door saying, “Hey! So we’re- holy shit-” 

The rest of his sentence was cut off at the sight of the position you and Steve were currently in. He had come in so fast and unexpectedly that neither you or Steve pulled apart quick enough so Eddie saw, well, everything, especially Steve nearly on top of you and his tongue in your mouth.

All you really could do was pull your lips apart from each other and look at the metalhead with similar, wide eyes.

“Uh…yes?” you asked awkwardly after a few seconds of silence, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment rather than whatever Steve had been making you feel.

Eddie stared at the both of you for a second longer before he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, some of us need this to change in, so if you want to make out- there’s an entire field out there,” he gestured around almost dramatically, and you blinked a few times, “Right yeah, so I’ll give you guys a moment.” 

Neither you and Steve could properly respond to him as he was out of the vehicle in record time and you could hear some mumbling after the door shut and then Dustin saying quite loudly, “What? No, they’re not together- wait- what?”

A harsher wave of embarrassment came over you this time, realizing what had just happened between you and Steve, how heated it had gotten from a single peck to Steve’s tongue in your mouth and you pulling him on top of you. Your eyes trailed back to meet Steve as he leaned away from you, and your hands were falling to your lap. You wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out was a flustered breath at the loss of warmth you felt underneath his jacket. 

Thankfully, Steve spoke for you, and he asked after an awkward, light cough, “Are you uh- feeling better now?” 

You sat up more, flashing your eyes toward him before you looked down at your lap, noticing you were twiddling your thumbs nervously and all you could do was nod. Steve’s eyes stayed resting on yours, and before you knew it, he put his hand over yours. 

Your eyes lifted to meet him again, and you could see there was a small, almost shy smile on his lips before he said, “I think I want to take you out on your first date too, if we end up saving the world.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and asked stupidly, “As like…a friend thing?” 

He chuckled at your response, and shook his head, “No…no not like a friend thing at all…to be honest what just happened…if it wasn’t clear that wasn’t a friend thing either, I’ve been wanting to do that forever.” 

His cheeks were still flushed, and his voice was still soft and low, only wanting you to hear him. And the way he was looking at you? His eyes were so intense, so adoring. Has he always looked at you like this and you just never noticed? 

You stayed staring at him with a soft, surprised gaze, genuinely taken back by all this, and you decided right then and there that you were going to kill Vecna/Henry/One just to go on this date with Steve and maybe kiss him like you just had until you couldn’t breathe anymore and without interruption. 

[neowatt]

God seeing apple’s liveblog of hugpre reminded me I have all of futari wa torrented and I’m out here like a clown not watching it