#Lover bi

[urmum-lovesme]

Rafe Cameron x Angel Baby! Reader Texts

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featuring Y/n's mommy issues

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[warningsine]

Love seeing the new generation find out how, well, gay "Wicked" is.

Closeted high femme dressed as the lesbian flag not getting on her rebellious activist bestie's broom and regretting it for the rest of her conformist life.

[on-the-clear-blue]

I know I usually ship one of the Bat kids with Danny but...what about the elder generation?

Danny gets sent back in time by Clockwork to WW2, working with the Allies to stop the Axis from using Ghost artifacts to further their goals.

It's a long term mission, meaning that he is spending months if not a few years in the 1940s, and who might you think is his Ally handlers? One Mathew Kane and one 'Fred' Pennyworth, all three of them work with a civilian doctor that volunteered for the war effort, one 'Tom' Wanye.

Or, Danny unknowingly falls for his handlers while using his ghost powers to he the perfect spy, Martha cross dressed and lied to get into the army to help with the war effort because her family is Jewish and like hell is she going to just sit in a factory, she is going to kill Nazis, Thomas was flat footed and had poor health so he was refused by the draft, so volunteered to be a spy doctor instead.

And Alfred is suffering because the yank "Mathew" always jumps the gun but somehow makes everything end up alright, Thomas is utterly reckless and if he hadn't saved their lives so many times he would be off the team, and Danny because he distrusts the man's magic, it just ain't right.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

---

The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

[urghblergh]

"Shore Leave" (S1 Ep 16) had such cute McKirk-Vibes. 🌞🩵💛🌌

[detailedart]

Details: her first jewels, 1891, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

no but imagine that one day you meet this handsome and cool guy, and he’s so cool that it’s kind of annoying, but deep down you know that you hate him because you actually like him. and then it turns out that he likes you back, and he lets you know it, and becomes your best friend

and it’s something you’ve never had with anyone before, because he just really, really gets you. and the first week of knowing each other, you already can’t leave each other’s side and become attached at the hip. he’s always sitting right next to you, always finds you in the crowd to be with you

you start spending more and more time together. you hang out with his kid, and his kid becomes your best friend too. and he trusts you with his son more than anyone else, even though you don’t understand how you deserve it

you enjoy working together so much because you understand each other like no one else. your eyes always find his eyes when something happens, and it’s mutual - his first instinct is also to look at you

when you touch him with your shoulder or your hand, he doesn’t pull away but leans in. and you love hearing his voice on the phone. you love making him laugh. he’s always the first one you call when you want to share any news. you spend so much time at each other’s houses that it kind of feels like they both are your home

and when you make a mistake, he never walks away. he forgives you. he stays with you in your pain. and you hate it when he chooses to spend time with someone else instead of you. and even though he’s so different from you, you love everything about him and he’s your favorite person in the world

and you want him to be happy, so you encourage him to find the perfect romantic partner for himself, while quietly hoping they’ll never get in the way of what you and him have

you hate to see him sad and especially never want to be the one who makes him sad. when he’s hurt, it hurts you just the same, because you can’t imagine your life without him. he’s the only one whose words you actually listen to, because he matters to you so much that his opinion matters too. you know in your heart that you would do everything for him

and you see how he always makes sure to reassure you that you’re an important part of his life and that he needs you as much as you need him. you notice his every little expression and want to help him with anything that he’s going through, to make his life easier, because you just love him so much

and when he’s not around, you feel like you’re missing a limb. even though you’re dating other people, somewhere along the way you realize that he’s actually the most important person in your life. you can lose your gfs and bfs, but you never want to lose your best friend

and suddenly he becomes your safe place - the one person in the world with whom your guard just naturally lets down, and you can and want to be all of yourself when you’re with him, because he provides you with the space to do that

and when he invites you somewhere, you follow without questions. and then you slowly start realizing that maybe you want him more than a friend, because your heart is set on fire every time he looks at you and touches you. but you don’t really know what to do with it, so you just try to ignore it

and then your best friend makes a new best friend who’s almost as cool as him, and it pisses you off so much that you try to get a new guy’s attention just to keep him away from your best friend, who you may or may not be in love with, as you find out at this point

and then this guy kisses you, and it turns out you actually like him, so you happily accept his invitation to go on a date. but then your best friend shows up on this date, and for some reason you feel ashamed and guilty for hanging out with the other guy - even though you shouldn’t, because he’s just your best friend, so it’s not like you have any obligation to him not to date someone else

and the thought of coming out to him kills you inside, because you feel like it might change everything between you, even though you can’t really explain why. it’s just a gnawing feeling you have. and when you finally tell him, he says that it does not, in fact, change anything between you two. and for some reason, a little piece of you dies inside - because as you find out, all this time, you were hoping for a different answer. because maybe, deep down, you wanted everything to change between you. so you just shove that feeling down and dismiss it once again. you focus on your new relationship. but it makes you happy when he offers to wear matching costumes to your friend and sister’s bachelor party - because even if you can never have him the way you’d like to, at least he’s still your best friend in the whole world. and that might be just enough

and even though your boyfriend came to the party too, when he leaves, you spend all your time glued to your best friend - just happy to be by his side and still feel his skin, because he lets you, because nothing changed between you

and you’re still the one he needs when he makes a mistake, and you’re the only one who can try to fix it and be there for him and make it a little bit easier. and even though you have a boyfriend, you love it when your best friend takes care of you when you’re sick and sits at the hospital by your bedside. and when your boyfriend breaks up with you, you go straight to your best friend’s house - because, again, he’s your safe space, and at least you know that he will never leave you

but then you find out that he’s about to leave you, because he decided to go fight for his (your) son in another state. and that’s when you actually die inside. because you wouldn’t mind having him as just a best friend for the rest of your life, but losing him, not being able to see him every day? that breaks you. because you actually can’t live without him

but after a period of anger and misery, you let him go nonetheless - because his happiness is more important to you than your own. and the way he looks at you after you break him the news about helping him to move on might as well be as bittersweet as an arrow shot through the heart

and right before he drives away, he lets you know that you do matter to him and hugs you with all his strength. and even though your heart is breaking because of losing him, it also feels warm, because you realize that he’ll always be your best friend, no matter what. and then he proves it to you by speaking with you 24/7 on facetime, because you’re best friends even from 800 miles away…

because he loves you too. because he liked you the first time he saw you, and he was in love with you this whole time - he was just afraid to admit it to himself

but now he’s ready. and soon you’ll know it. and everything is going to change, just like you were silently hoping it would

i’m actually so happy that it took so long for them to become canon, ‘cause it was earned, through blood, sweat, and tears (literally), the beautiful friendship they built, all this pining and anticipation…

the greatest will-they-won’t-they slow burn on the planet at the moment

like, every bit of their story is so satisfying to watch

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings

uh huh, that's right

darling, you're the one i want

and i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

uh huh, that's right

darling, you're the one i want

[lgbtqtext]

[allthingssteddie]

Steves life is being turned upside down by Eddie Munson, or so he thinks. It starts when Eddie steals the show at the school swim meet, impressing everyone and overshadowing Steve's own accomplishments. But that's only the beginning. Eddie seems to be everywhere Steve is, even befriending Robin and the kids and to even goes far as to talk to Nancy and laugh with her. Steve can't shake the feeling that Eddie is trying to steal everything away from him.

However, that’s far from the truth. Eddie has developed a massive crush on Steve, and his best friend Gareth is tired of hearing about it. Gareth's solution? He tells Eddie to take up Steve's interests in order to get his attention. Eddie eagerly follows Gareth's advice, unaware that Steve is misinterpreting his every move.

I’m not sure if this has been done but I thought this would be a fun idea

I could also imagine the kids bringing Eddie with them to Steve’s place to play dnd and Steve’s like “what’s he doing here?” Also Eddie being super awkward around him.

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

I wanna break down the FunnyGummy farewell scene real quick because there’s so much to it that it’s making me feral

Pomni catches Gummigoo and it seems like she wants to try and reconnect with him despite knowing that’s not her Gummigoo.

Now I know there’s a lot of people who believe this Gummigoo subconsciously remembers her, but I genuinely think he doesn’t and that he’s a complete factory reset, because you can see just how uncomfortable he feels being followed by a woman who somehow knows his name yet from his perspective they’ve never met.

And if Pomni wants to rekindle the friendship she lost, or at the very least try to explain how she know’s Gummigoo, she’d have to tell him everything.

The fact that he’s an NPC.

The fact that his buddies as NPC’s as well.

The fact that any memories and personality he has are manufactured for the role Caine wants him to play.

The fact that he fucking died.

That’s a lot to dump on a guy just as he’s walking out the door after having a nice breakfast.

And as Pomni’s struggling to make her next move, we then get this little moment

She turns back…to look at Ragatha. (btw I think it’s cute how Rags is having a nice conversation with an NPC she never got to interact with because she was uh…little occupied during that particular adventure)

Ragatha who’s been consistently been making an effort to welcome her and trying to be her friend despite the rough start. Who she finally decided to show her appreciation for her continuous efforts. Who she can still make good memories with.

And it’s here that Pomni realizes that as much as it’d be nice to have Gummigoo back in her life…he’s not real…but Ragatha is. (Which is incidentally exactly when the track “Somebody Real” begins to play in the background here, which is the same track that plays during Pomni’s convo with Gummi in ep 2)

Gummigoo means a lot to Pomni because he’s the first friend she made in the Circus, but she also feels partly responsible for his entire worldview becoming shattered. She doesn’t want to put him through that again, man was devastated the first time he had to learn about what he was.

Not only that, but she also failed to help him feel like a real person when she took him back to the Circus.

It was never going to work out.

So she lets him go, but also gives herself the chance to say a proper goodbye. She gets the much needed closure she was denied when Caine decided to just obliterate him without warning. And Gummigoo gets to go live in complete ignorance and bliss.

I also like to think that the last thing on his mind as he left was “What a strange little character.”

Also…I think Ragatha would be happy to know that Pomni decided to stay and hang out with the rest of them over continuing to “flirt” with the GummyGuy.

Gay ass

[urmum-lovesme]

Rafe Cameron x Angel Baby! Reader Texts

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These are so Rafe and Y/n coded before their stupid feelings got in the way :/

I felt bad after all the angst so please have this as an apology

(some of these are texts I've taken off Pinterest and added to so don't kill me pls)

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[giddlygoat]

mario + peach is such a good ship istg they’re so good. straight ship so good it feels gay

[greentea-and-honey]

eugene/rapunzel and effie/zebulon mucklewain are cheering in the bleachers

[hairmetal666]

Eddie stands at the bar, sipping at the whisky in his glass, eyes flickering over the crush of bodies and dark mahogany. He's at a premier party at TIFF, doesn't remember what movie it's for, is supposed to "mingle" according to his agent. And sure, he's charismatic, got a big personality and a loud mouth, but he's not good at networking; resents having to perform when he's not playing a role. Resents it more that he's an Oscar nominated actor, that his work doesn't stand for itself.

And then there's the Steve Harrington of it all. Heartthrob. America's Sweetheart. The boy next door. He's across the room, deep in conversation, but his eyes--they keep finding Eddie, scanning him with unmistakable heat.

They starred in a movie called Dying on the Pass. Played life-long best friends who became elite chefs and opened a restaurant together. The movie follows the dissolution of their friendship as the stresses of pursuing a Michelin Star drive them apart. It was a critical and commercial hit, cue awards noms, and offers pouring in, and--

Steve Harrington is his bed.

They promised, when filming wrapped. They swore it was the last time. They promised--

They basically shared a hotel room during awards season, woke up tangled together every morning.

They spent a torrid weekend in Atlanta after Steve wrapped on a Netflix action movie.

Six months after, they had a quick, furious fuck in the bathroom at a club in London.

Dangerous, stupid, but no one caught them. And here Steve is in Toronto, surrounded by press, staring at Eddie like he wants to eat him.

Eddie tries to ignore it. But every time their eyes meet, warmth pools low in his abdomen, and he wants.

They meet up eventually, pose for a couple of pictures, Eddie trying to ignore the way his skin tingles everywhere that Steve touches. Steve slings an arm around his waist, lets it linger.

After, Eddie goes out for a smoke, the patio blissfully deserted. He's half way through his cigarette when Steve steps out the sliding door, wrapping his hands in Eddie's hair, pulling him into a kiss. The cigarette drops as he grips onto the other man, a whimper slipping from his lips.

He should stop this, they're outside, anyone could see, and Steve isn't out--isn't--he's straight to the entire world, the straightest man alive. And Eddie, he's open about his preferences, identifies as queer, though lately he's been more interested in men--in one man, specifically-- and Steve isn't out, isn't ready to be and--

"Come back to my room?" Steve asks. Their mouths are still pressed together.

"Uh-huh," Eddie answers.

Steve whispers his room number before disappearing back inside. They're in the same hotel, on the same floor, like the universe wants them to keep hooking up. But Steve is being reckless.

Eddie goes to Steve that night with every intention of telling him they need to stop, to slow down, that they're going to get caught and he knows Steve isn't ready, but he doesn't. He doesn't that night and he doesn't two months later when they bump into each other in Venice, or four months after that in New York, or--or --or

It's dangerous, impulsive, too many close calls for them to keep it up and then--and then he's at a house party in the hills, an industry thing, the host is a wannabe big shot producer trying to get in good with the Hollywood elite. Steve is out of town. In Europe filming or maybe Australia for some event or--

Striding through the party, eyes locked on Eddie, and they're in a hallway, in a hallway where anyone could see them, but Steve is kissing him. They're kissing and it's rough and possessive and it stings.

Steve pushes him through double-doors, to the room at their backs, and Eddie wants to protest, to remind him they don't know if it's empty. But Steve is tugging the tie out of Eddie's hair, digging this hands into the now loose curls, and Eddie whines, lets himself be lead.

He's pushed against a table, and in the weak light from the windows, he realizes they're in the dining room. Steve grinds against him, muttering, "missed you so much, baby. God, it's been too long. Need you so bad."

Eddie moans, shifting to press more against Steve. "Missed you too, sweetheart, fuck."

They're kissing and Eddie's high on it, on Steve, can't get enough.

There's a loud burst of laughter outside the door, and reality smashes back into focus.

"Stop," he whispers to Steve.

Steve does in an instant, stepping back. Even in the darkness, Eddie sees the confusion and hurt mingling in the squint of his eyes, his light frown.

"Steve we--this is dangerous. There are people everywhere. Anyone could come in. There's a TMZ guy here, and we--need to be careful."

"Fuck," Steve breathes. "Eddie I--fuck." He presses his hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. "I can't get enough of you, man. Whenever I see you I just--I don't think--I see you and I want you so bad it hurts. Once every few months isn't enough. Hookups aren't enough. And I know that's not what we agreed to, and--"

"Steve," Eddie gently cuts him off. "I'm crazy about you. It hasn't been hookups for me for--" ever, it had never been, but he shakes his head instead of saying that. "But we've been reckless, sweetheart, and I don't want to see you hurt."

"It's not fair to you, though, right? Hiding and sneaking around with me."

"You need time, Steve. You deserve to come out on your terms, when you're ready. And if that means we're not public for a while, then we're not."

"What if I'm never ready?" He whispers. It breaks Eddie's heart, but it's a fair question for a man who got famous as an angelic child star in a series of fantasy-adventure movies before playing a quarterback with a heart-of-gold on the CW for seven seasons. He's always kept up a squeaky clean image, never in trouble, name rarely in the tabloids.

"Then we'll deal with it together."

"Okay," Steve whispers. A smile spreads slow across his face. "I'd like that."

--

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are seen around town together often. Getting lunch, at parties, shopping. In an interview Steve says that Eddie's his best friend, they do everything together. There's speculation online, of course, but it's pretty quiet. So, they go to premiers and award shows and events together.

A year goes by and it's easy, light, fun. They're in love.

Eddie's messing around on his guitar, not with any intent just for the joy of it. He's on the loveseat in the office of their apartment--their apartment. Steve is in the kitchen, he thinks, or puttering in the garden.

They haven't talked about Steve coming out; haven't needed to.

"Hey," Steve says from the doorway. Eddie jumps.

"Hey yourself."

"It's Bi Visibility day."

"Is it now?" He's not sure where this is going

"I want to come out."

He puts the guitar down. "You sure?"

Steve nods. He doesn't seem nervous, just calm and steady.

"How do you want to do it?"

He crosses the room, climbing onto Eddie's lap, making Eddie laugh. "Works for me." Eddie gives Steve's ass a playful squeeze.

They start kissing then, Steve snapping pics on his phone randomly as they make out.

Steve won't let Eddie peak as he crafts his Insta post, not until it's done and live for his 15 million followers.

The picture he picked, it's a soft kiss, mouths open but lips only just brushing, noses pressed together in a sweet little bump. But the thing about, the thing that makes Eddie's stomach swoop, is the way they're both smiling, the way it's obvious just how in love they are.

Steve's captioned it with the words "Witness Me" and the bi flag.

He pulls his boy into another kiss, says, "Hey,"

"Hmm?" Steve doesn't pull away.

"Wanna go be visibly bisexual with me in the bedroom?"

Steve hops off his lap, strides across the room, turning to flash Eddie a devious smile. "Thought you'd never ask."

[mintaikkcorpse]

Me after Drayton asked both Carmine and the player character out on a date:

[honeybees74]