#like why are you in my bisexual business?

[gaytommykinard]

"that's kind of biphobic of you, actually" when I tell you I wanted to stand up and applaud buck for this,, this fic was great and had me laughing,, it gave me a wonderful break during an otherwise busy work day! Thank you!

ahhh thank you so much! i was nervous after i posted the fic cos i thought people wouldn't like it because, like i don't think the people who wrote the 8x06 breakup realise how much biphobic bullshit they managed to pack into it, so they did not intentionally write tommy as biphobic. but (part of) the dialogue popped in my head and i wanted to explore it. like it's not unrealistic you know? you will see a lot of biphobia from lesbians and gay men..it happens. unconscious preconceptions. especially in elder queers, i can't tell you how pervasive the "bisexuals are just kidding themselves" narrative is. positive bi rep in media is like.. SUCH a new thing.

and the second part that got me to write the fic was like, that i found a way to explain why buck hadn't talked to tommy about his sexuality or identity/label, like this makes sense to me and it's lowkey kind of.. nice? that he didn't want to bring up the topic to his boyfriend who met his old captain and got called a slur and was so visibly uncomfortable. like buck and tommy have had very different experiences. and i think for tommy, seeing how easily and quickly buck came to accept himself and come out to his friends and family also probably added to his worries. like he maybe didn't consciously think "my boyfriend is bisexual so its just a phase" but it could have fed to his fears that buck would "end up breaking his heart" or something. idk man a lot of heavy lifting to explain the bullshit in 8x06 lmao

anyway sorry i'm rambling haha. author's commentary for the fic :')

link for those curious

[silent-raven13]

A Cute little Poodle named Morales 1

(AN: This is for my friend @heiibo a Christmas gift! Happy New Year ya'll!)

On Earth 42

"This is so bad! So-so bad!" Miles dodges a laser aimed at him being surprised by the rookie anomaly aiming at him and only him. "Why he's aiming it at me?"

"Morales focus! You can't let him get to you!" Miguel said over the earbuds.

Gwen and Pavitr were swinging towards the large massive laser weapon made to destroy the moon in this universe.

"Dude, this guy is crazy! Haven't he seen Moon Fall?" Ben shouted out loud as he uses his webs to hit the villain's goons.

Hobie came flying with a hard swing with his electric guitar as he hits a few of the enemy's gang members. "Oy, you good Peter Pan?"

"Hahaha, you act like this isn't my first time-" Miles got hit by a large metal bar, "Ugh!"

"Miles?" Gwen shouted for him.

Hobie asked, "You good?"

"Shut up, man!" Miles quickly got up with a simple toss of the metal bar, it weights nothing to him. "That was a practice run."

Hobie burst out laughing, loving his friend's enthusiasm. "Sunflower, remember it's all in the palms."

"Pfft, and you should remember it's all in your knees." Miles rans passed him and jump in the air, he launched his special electric powers to surf through midair.

"Huh! OW!" The punker got kicked in the shin losing his balance. With an angry growl, he swung hard at the enemy's henchmen. "That doesn't count!"

"Pero flaco, querías seguir la pista." Miles chuckles as he went after the main anomaly.

"Focus, you two. This is not a game! The fate of this Universe depends on us!" Miguel shouted as he fought with the larger henchmen that were experimented on to be big monsters.

"MWAHAHAHA! Soon, I will get you and your stupid Spider friends and the world will be mine." The nerdy villain shouted with loud laughter, he twist the knobs of his laser gun, "This time I won't miss." He aims at Miles while trying to get away from him.

Miles quickly dodges every laser blast while following the villain from the main warehouse. The young villain lead Miles to an abandoned projects, away from the other Spider-men.

"Miles don't go too far. He must stay within our route!" Miguel said through the earbud.

"I got him! Don't worry he's right where I need him!" Miles decided he'll use his webs to tangle the anomaly.

"Oi, Brooklyn don't go too far. The bloke would trap you if you don't watch out." Hobie said through their earbuds.

Miles rolled his eyes at the punker, lately Hobie been babying him trying to give him guidance. It's a bit annoying to say the least. His friend keeps touching him like his hand on his waist or sometimes hand resting on his lower back. Sometimes he's super clingy to the point his best friend, Ganke would ask if they were in a relationship.

It would be wrong of him to assume since he's secretly bisexual and he knows the punker is always touchy friendly with everyone he's friends with. He hugs Gwen and Pavitr all the time, he likes to playful flirt with everyone and he's always snuggling with his own best friends. It's something Hobie always did around anyone he's close to, so it would be wrong for Miles to think that the punker find him attractive.

"I got this, Hobie! I've done this plenty of times." Miles sounded very annoyed, the palms of his hands started to consume electricity being ready for his next move.

"Whoa, easy Peter Pan. I'm only givin' you a bit of a tip." Hobie senses his friend's tone.

"You don't need to snap at him, Mi!" Gwen noticed her friend's attitude against Hobie.

Miles said, "I didn't snap. I know what I'm doing."

"Actually, you kinda of did, my dude." Pavitr added.

"What? How?" Miles arched his eyebrows being confused.

"You sound like you're mad at me. I'm only give you advice, Brooklyn." Hobie mumbles.

"Well, I appreciate the uhh- shit," Miles couldn't focus on their conversation when he's focusing on the anomaly. "I'm busy at the moment, we'll talk about this when I'm done." He rolled his eyes trying to focus on the mission but his friends wanted to bring this up.

"To be fair, Miles... you been mean to Hobie lately." Pavitr finally admit.

"Yeah, dude. Is something wrong?" Gwen asked. Miles had a feeling his old crush had a massive crush on the punker. From what he can tell, it seems like she still likes Hobie. So now, here she goes trying to protect him.

"Oi, did I upset you or sumthin'?" Hobie finally asked as he wack his electric guitar at another henchmen.

"Guys, can- Ugh, I don't have time for this." He rolled his eyes as he mute himself from the conversation. Was he being mean to the punker lately? If anything, Miles only conclude he's only snappy from all the missions, homework, and dealing with his family. Then he has to maintain his own social life as Miles Morales at his school.

There's so much going on for him. Maybe he was upset at the punker because his life seems so much easier than his. Not to mention how well liked he is. Miles could be a little jealous, but he would never admit that.

"Hey, you freak! Pay attention to me instead of your stupid Spider friends!" The young anomaly shouted being a little brat.

"Geez, we get it, man. You wanna rule the world." Miles sighs being exhausted, he swings toward the villain.

Right in the moment, the anomaly lift his the laser gun at Miles, the Spider-man in black and red quickly uses his electric powers with the palm of his hand to struck the villain's abdominal area. "AHHHH! YOU CHEATER!" The rookie anomaly shoot his laser gun at Miles.

There was a loud explosion on top of the abandoned building causing all the Spider-men to look over from the abandoned warehouse. "Miles!" Gwen shouted as the team quickly finished up tying up the henchmen and rush over to the building.

The massive smoke slowly cleared out. "Ughh, what happened?" Miles slowly his eyes feeling a massive headache, "Ughh, my head. Where am I?" He felt small little body slowly moves on all fours, "Huh? What?" He saw everything being four times bigger than him, then he looks down seeing brown curly fur covering two tiny paws.

He tries to gasp in shock, instead the sound of barking came out of his mouth. "BARK! BARK!" What?

"Hey wake up!" He barks out loud. He quickly went over to the knocked out villain seeing the shiny metal showing his reflection. "WHAT!" A loud shrill bark came out of him, his large Honey brown eyes widen.

He's a little fluffy cloud fur ball of a brown poodle, he jumps with his four little legs in shock. "Oh shitshitshit! I'm a dog! Somebody help! Help!" The little brown dog barks in cute little yelps like one of those puppy toys. His tiny body would hop every bark.

"Oh no, I need my watch. Where is it?" He panics realizing his Gizmo is missing from his paws, he quickly rushes back to where he was knocked out. "My watch!" He found it seeing how it's a bit big for his paw.

His furry brown paw placed the middle of his bracelet of his Gizmo, saw it automatically matching to him. "Oh, it fits! Thank god for Lyla being so damn smart!" He prance around at his mini watch on him, he didn't need to worry about glitching out.

Then a large shadow looming over him, "Hmm?" The small brown dog looks up in fear for the moment seeing the large figure floating up on a hoverboard.

"What's dis?" The large slim figure dressing in a Cyber punk style with long dreads filled with golden and silver cuffs and some bright purple beads. His voice dark and deep that sends chills down Miles' little body.

He remove his metal Prowler helmet with a push of a button. His faced revealing a slimmer very chisel Hobie Brown with Heterochromia eyes; left eye bright Purple and the right eye dark brown almost black. "What do we have here?" His hoverboard disappeared as he landed on the building roof, his heavy boot thudding sounding very heavy.

Miles' ears twitched at the heavy thuds with metal accessories clinging and jingling against each other. He met this Hobie through Miles 42, supposedly the Cyber-punk was known to be a Copycat Prowler so he can get away with stealing. The punker is a well known in the underground criminal groups being highly respected with his works and an excellent inventor.

"Hahaha," He went over to the knock out villain, "Hmm, looks like he's been taking care of." Hobs, which Miles likes to call him, pulls out a Spider Society net to capture the anomaly. Then his metal claws tap on his own Gizmo to send out to Miles 42, "Hey," His rasp deep voice sends another tingle through Miles, "I found'em. Looks like yur twin knock his ass out, but he ain't around, cuz."

This Hobie Brown had more of Brooklyn accent to him. Miles sat down with his head tilted being amazed by the differences of Hobie 42 and Hobie 138. The little poodle staring at Hobs talking to Miles 42.

"He's not my twin! We're variants!" Miles 42 said as a matter of fact, "Anyway, I told his team about it. Send me the coordinates and let him know to get back to Spider Society."

"He's not here," Hobs stood looking dark and alluring with his physique making him look like a model. Miles is practically drooling at how hot Hobs is looking from his angel, his eyes fixated at his tight black tank top showing off his well toned body, those visible abs with tattoos all over got him hot and bother.

Goddamn, he's so hot.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THERE! Ugh, whatever. I guess he went home. I'll let his friends know." Miles 42 hung up with a bored toned.

Hobs let out an amusing chuckle, then he turns his head over to the little dog. "Now, the question is... what are you doing here, little one?" He picked up the brown puff ball being so gently with his metal claws.

Miles shivers for the moment then he barks, "Help! Help! I turned into a dog!" His little puffy tail wags in panic, his cute puppy face and big eyes got Hobs thinking.

"Cute..." Hobs' eyes gleams at the adorable dog, then noticed the watch, and said, "What's dis?" His metal claw tap on the watch of the paw.

"Arf! Arf!" The dog quickly bite the metal claw in defense. "Don't break it!" Miles being protective of his Gizmo, this is life or death here!

Hobs arched his eyebrow, "Alright. Alright, I won't touch it." He pets the dog's small head, "I'll take you back to my pad." He jumps making his hoverboard appeared below his feet, hovering in mid-air.

Miles huffs being too exhausted to try to communicate to him. All his energy wasted from the fight, and his small body seems to be weak from all the moving around. Hobs saw the dog yawns before lowering his head down. "Tired, huh? You must be hungry, too." His claw gently scratch the dog's neck, he put on his Prowler helmet back on him.

Hobs took his leave with the small brown dog back to his pad, it's on a secret penthouse up on some raving club. He had his own invention lying around, the place looked like a wore down penthouse with a touch of Hobs' punk style. Miles never saw his home, yet it's exactly how he imagines it. Hobie 42 placed the brown dog on an old couch with wore out leather, some of the sponge popping out.

"I guess, he can't get away from the old life." Miles thought to himself, he figures the punker had the same background like Hobie 138. Probably homeless for a while before he had this lifestyle.

The small brown dog watching with his Honey-brown eyes at Hobs removing his gear, he saw the burned mark from his shoulder to his forearm being covered in tattoos. Miles stood with his tail wagging at the long sleeves of tattoo, then saw Hobs removing his black tank top wanting to be shirtless.

Miles watches him reveal his fine abs and pecks, he got to see a belly button piercing with a green gem stone on it. "Oh GODDAMN!" His tail showing his excitement more than anything.

His little dark nose smells weed, beer and cheap cologne from the punker. Hobs ties his long dreads in a low lazy ponytail, then he went to the kitchen to get his yesterday takeout. Then he heard loud barking, "Hey, guys! Miss your pops? Hehehe, I bet you do." Hobs had two large Rottweilers in another room with a dog gate to prevent from going into his space. "Sorry, we got a little guest. I'm afraid you'll tear him up."

Miles peaks to find these massive scary dogs barking so loud, he quickly hid in one of the cushions. "Awe, man. I can't fight them. I'm so tiny!"

Hobs petted his boys before giving them kibble and mushy meat from a canned for dogs. "Here you go!" He saw his dogs going crazy for their meal. "Hahaha, good dogs."

Then he put his cold takeout in a microwave, his eyes glances over the small dog. "Almost forgot. Here."

Miles look at the small doggy bowl filled with wet mushy meat and kibble. "Uhhh, no thanks!" He's not eating dog food, his paw pushes the bowl away from him and he huffed.

Hobs arched his eyebrow, "You don't like?"

The brown puppy turns away, he curled himself into a ball. Hobs shrugs, "Alright, but don't come crying to me for food." He gave the bowl to his two big dogs. Then he got his warm up takeout, it happened to be Chinese food; chow men, fried rice with some spicy chicken and beef with broccoli. The punker went to sit on his couch and put the television on to watch a movie called Alien. His plastic fork dig through the chow mein, while he lift some noodles to his mouth.

Miles' nose wiggles, "Awe, is that Chinese food!" His stomach growled at the delicious smell, "Mmm, I love Chinese food. Share some with me!" He quickly went up to Hobs with tiny paws on his knees.

Hobs hears whimpering sounds, he looks at the brown dog with those cutely eyes staring at him. "What?" He chews his beef and broccoli.

"Please, can I have some beef!" Miles whimpers with his tail wagging as he tilt his head.

"Oh, I see. Sorry, pup. In Hobie's crib, dogs don't eat human food. I told you to eat your own." Hobs said, he sat down hearing the small whimpers and cries.

Miles wanted Chinese food and he will get it by any means necessary! So he began to get closer to Hobs' face, "Arfff."

Hobie sat down staring at his television, he sighs why is this dog so darn cute? "Hmmm..." Normally, Hobie 42 is the alpha and firm with his dogs, but this little pup.

"Arrrooooo," The brown dog whimpers so more, then hops on his lap to lick the punker's face. Hobie stares at the brown poodle's big gleaming eyes.

Hobie sighs, "Alright. Alright. But only today you're getting this. Tomorrow is pure kibble." He pets the dog's head, "Hmm what should I call you. We got time to name ya."

"Ohh yeah, scratch me there." Miles' eyes twitches enjoying a good scratch. He happily barks waiting for his food.

"You're a little spoiled, eh? A brat I would say."

"Hmm?" Miles turns his head at Hobie with pout, "No, I'm not!"

When the punker took some beef to feed the small pup, he saw the brown dog quickly eating most of his take out. "HEY! I said you can have a little- Awe, never mind." He let the dog eat the rest of the Chinese food not even being bothered by it. "Looks like I'll spoiled you."

"Arf!" Miles happily ate before he jumps on the couch with tail wagging.

"Looks like you need a bath." Hobie took the small dog getting ready for a bath.

The two sat in a warm tub enjoying their bubble bath. Miles happily rest his head on Hobs' chest seeing two nipple piercings. He felt his body being scrubbed down. Hobs chuckles, "Good dog."

"Mmm, he makes a great dog owner." Miles felt his body so warm and toasty by his bath. Sleep caught on with his eyes being super heavy.

When he got his body dried up, he saw Hobs wearing a white towel wrapped around his thin waist showing off a bit of his happy trail. "And he's such a fine man, too." Miles couldn't help but watch Hobs changed, he got to see everything and he means EVERYTHING! "Wow, he's packing!" Miles had to admit he does like hair down there, and the tattoos on Hobs' butt is so appealing to him.

Hobie saw the dog watching him put on his boxer, he arched his eyebrow at the dog. It felt like the dog was staring at him a bit too long. "He's a dog, Hobs." Though he wonders... he glances at the shiny watch on the pup's right paw.

Then, the punker put his dreads in his black bonnet, and went through his drawer, "Hmm. I might need to put a collar on you. Hmm, red and black or white or black?" He holds two dog collars in different colors.

"Do I have to? Think Miles. Think! This is crazy, but we must be smart here." Mile didn't like the idea of wearing a dog collar, "If I end up running off to God knows where, someone will put me in a shelter!" He sighs through his nose unaware of Hobie 42 watching him, "Looks like I'll be a dog for a while... unless tomorrow I can try to talk to Hobs about this- if I can!"

"Heh, it's a bit weird... you look like you're actually thinking about this." Hobie chuckles in amusement.

The brown dog quickly put his paw on the black and red collar. "Alright, nice choice. You know, you remind me of someone... someone with a great smile and cute eyes." Hobs went to put the dog collar on the little poodle.

"What? WHO!" Miles felt his tail wagging faster and faster, "IS it me! Or Miles 42 or someone else!"

"Hahaha, looks like you're curious on who, I can't give you away my secret." Hobs went on with a deep chuckle. "But I will give you this, he reminds me of a pretty Sunflower."

Miles felt his who body turned red being super flustered, "SO it is me!" Hobie 138 likes to call him, Sunflower from time to time. His small tail keeps wagging.

Hobie patted the small dog's head, "Okay, enough of talk. I got a big day tomorrow. You need to rest on the couch."

"Couch? No, this bed will be fine." The little poodle rushes to one of the large pillows to lay his head and his small body wiggle down the thick quilt being ready.

"Looks like you decided to stay here with me. I'm a bit touch, little pup." Hobs couldn't help but laugh. This dog is cute. The punker went over to his side of the bed to sleep.

Miles watches him slowly fall asleep the moonlight hit him like he was a majestic prince even with all that piercings on his face. Hobie had piercings on his bottom lips, one septum piercing, two on his left eyebrow, and so many on his ears. "He looks so godly like this." The brown dog slowly went up to snuggle against Hobs feeling his warmth, he's such a heater.

The dog curled up on the young man's chest finally taking his own snoozing. Miles can worry about this another day.

(Part 2)

[c1ittorus]

i found the post i made on my old blog that ended with a biphobe telling me to go off myself bc i called myself gay lmaooo

[pickled-flowers]

It's my birth right as an asexual to be irritated all the time

[jacquiarno]

It’s Bisexuality Visibility Month (also Suicide Awareness Month), and the biphobia has been constant and intense, even in our own bi spaces, mostly from fellow LGBTQIA+ people.

Bi women have been told they are tainted for being with men, that we are dirty and dick obsessed. We’ve been told we are perverted fetishists by both cis and trans lesbians, with even gay men joining in on the insults, with one even threatening violence towards bi women if they come near lesbians. We even got told we deserve to be abused, raped, and murdered by our male partners because that’s what we deserve for dating men.

Bi men are being accused again for being HIV carriers, with gay men saying they are only good for sex because they will end up leaving them for women. One trans man said he would kill himself if a man started dating a woman after him, not leave him for one but just start dating again and that person being a woman.

I haven’t seen insults directly about non-binary bisexuals, but I’m sure there would be and a lot of hate lumps us all together. All this hates stings me but I can’t imagine the pain of all this for non-binary, trans women, and trans men dealing with it all, and it makes me so disappointed and angry that fellow trans people in this community are hurting them.

Pride Month a lesbian wrote “I wish god would eradicate all the bisexuals” while another wrote “For Pride Month let all the bi people disappear” with both having thousands of likes and comments agreeing. Now during Bi Visibility Month, a non-binary lesbian with feminist in their profile posted “Happy bi visibility month, I hope they find a cure soon ���”. While continuing to mock us after.

Our allies and so-called LGBTQIA+ advocates have been silent and have even participated in bierasure, laughing at us when we point it out, saying “It’s not that serious.” “Lol the bis are getting upset over nothing again”. Only the bisexual advocates and pages have spoken out against the hate.

The B in LGBTQIA+ is suppose to be for bisexual but this community says and treats us as awfully as the bigots do to all of us. Bisexual is the sexuality that is attracted to two or more genders, that we have the ability to love anyone regardless of their gender. But we’re treated as greedy, perverted, hyper sexual, unfaithful, which from bigots you understand and usually brush off, but from those within the community who go through similar prejudice and should understand, sharing the same ignorant mindset.

These spaces are suppose to be our safe havens as well, but are just as dangerous. We try making our own spaces and even that is invaded by these people, we are beyond exhausted. We need the other members of the community that aren’t biphobic to speak out more and shut these people and this hate down. Because the lack of empathy from this community is frightening and all this in-fighting will allow the bigots to pick us a part more easily.

[katierosefun]

need more loser bisexual representation need more loser bisexual representation need more loser bisexual representation no more fun flirty bisexual people only bisexual people who sit there in quiet anxiety because people are pretty and panicky bisexual people who should not be allowed to pursue romance bc they’re such cringefail losers and unsettling bisexual people who try way too hard to be confident and then fall flat on their faces for it

[epicdogymoment]

once again rubbed the wrong way by friends who unintentionally reveal that they dont really engage with my masculinity in any real way and see me as nonbinary (female-lite)

[moonmoonthecrabking]

the fun part of having like very cishet very christian guy friends is that, sometimes, because they don’t really Get queerness, they bring up queer issues A Bit when it isn’t on topic (in a “fully straight” context). and when you have enough conversations with these guys it gets to a point where you go “dude i know you’re probably some sort of homophobic but it’d be really funny if this Meant Something Different”. like why are you flirting with a bunch of guys As A Joke and bragging about sleeping with them? why are you bringing up sodom off the top of your head when i think i know how you’re interpreting that passage? why do you have such a fascination with trans people? (note: these are three seperate guys.) and i really do want to ask: do you want to have an open and honest conversation on these issues and why they’re on the forefront of your mind?

[mila-carat]

Even INI noticed that Takumi and Yudai's hug scene was a little bit "🤨🏳️‍🌈?" and to be honest i'm glad I'm not the only one...

[spacedlexi]

okay fine !!!! be the change you wish to see in the world or whatever 🙄

i desperately need to be part of an active violentine server. this would fix me i think

[lewisvinga]

fashion help | charles leclerc x fem! reader x alexandra saint mleux !

summary; how charles, y/n, and alexandra came to be all because of y/n wanting to help a clueless charles in a mall

warnings; ?? none i think

word count; 635

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested !

masterlist !

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“Alex! These are cute too, no?” Y/n questioned as she ran over to a pink dress and a matching red one beside it. The couple were searching for a matching outfit for an art exhibit event which led them to the large department store in Monaco to find outfits.

“These are quite cute, amor.” Alexandra quietly says. One hand was interlocked with her girlfriends and the other ran down the fabric of the dress. “The fabric isn’t the greatest but-“

She turned to look at Y/n but she was seemingly distracted, staring at the men’s side of the department store.

“Why is he grabbing those blue pants? They’re hideous.”

Alexandra followed where Y/n was staring and saw a confused brunette looking through the racks of clothing. He held up a pair of patterned blue pants which the Art student had to admit was hideous.

“Maybe he’s shopping for a friend?”

“Then I have to help him! If someone gifted me those pants I’d be offended.”

“Y/n, no-“ Before She could finish her sentence, Y/n was already walking towards him.

Alexandra loved her girlfriend, she truly did. She just hated sometimes how extroverted she was and was willing to go up to a stranger to tell him about his poor fashion choices. She hesitantly shuffled behind. She was already preparing to apologize to her girlfriend when she suddenly heard the mystery man thank her.

“Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. My friends always say I’m bad at this.” He says with a chuckle, causing both Alexandra’s and Y/n’s hearts to skip a beat. “But thank you. I didn’t quite catch your name?”

“I’m Y/n and this is my girlfriend, Alexandra.”

“Charles, it is a pleasure to meet you both.” He smiled as he shook their hands. Any other man would’ve probably been shocked at Alexandra and Y/n’s relationship, which was common because men always hit on them, but Charles was different.

Both girls were bisexual, so they weren’t new to romantic feelings towards the opposite sex. But they had been dating for a few months and only had feelings for each other. Until the confused-looking Monegasque caught both of their attention. Even Charles felt intrigued, noticing how Alexandra stared at him or how Y/n’s touch lingered for a second too long when shaking his hand.

There was a tension that fell over the three of them and neither could quite decipher what it was. Y/n cleared her throat after a few seconds of silence had passed.

“Good thing Alex and I have good fashion taste.” She said with a smile. With one hand she holds onto Alexandra’s hand and with the other she grabs Charles. “Now, looking at you, I think these would fit well.”

Her girlfriend gave the Monegasque a look before they both laughed at Y/n’s enthusiasm about what pants style and what color looked best on him.

Hours had passed by the time the girls finished picking out a whole new wardrobe for Charles, although it felt like it was just a few minutes.

“I’ve got to thank you both. I really do appreciate the help.” Charles said with a smile, the three of them walking out of the store with bags in hand.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m a fashion major so this is kind of my thing.” Y/n said with a smile.

“She just really likes to help people.” Alexandra nudged her girlfriend’s side as she chuckled.

“Are you two busy?” Charles suddenly asked, “I’d like to treat you both to lunch as a thank you.” He wore a hopeful smile as the two girls shared a glance.

Y/n being the most straightforward one, linked one arm with Alexandra and the other with Charles. “Well, lead the way!” She exclaimed with a laugh and the rest was history.

[visenyaism]

tyrannical king maegor dashboard simulator

🐉queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived her nephew the King Aenys I Targaryen. Her son King Maegor I Targaryen has returned to the capital to claim his father’s throne.

💫 sevensent Follow

crusty incest king died. FLOP!

💫 sevensent Follow

wait MAEGOR?

🥔 bowlofbrown

this job fucking sucks. finished my shift and i cant even clock out because i got lost underneath the site.

#dark as shit down here #never working construction again

💌 maidens-smile Follow

i literally cannot believe how many supporters of m*egor i see on my dashboard every day when he is literally flaying and torturing so many seven-blessed poor fellows just for practicing their religion and saying incest is bad??? he’s literally outside my city waiting to burn us all to death DNI if you support him

🪨 dragonstoner Follow

🐉 queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived the High Septon. He previously denounced King Maegor and his wives as “the abomination and his whores,” and passed shortly after Dowager Queen Visenya and King Maegor flew their dragons to the gates of Oldtown and threatened to burn the Starry Sept.

🪽 maegors-wins Follow

i for one think “the cruel” is a bit unfair given how he has done so much to uplift women’s voices and free us from religious tyranny like. named the first female heir in westerosi history? improving the infrastructure in king’s landing? decentralizing the power of the faith? he literally loves gay people so much he married three of them?

🦓 zorse-deactivated7849

op what does that eleven inch necromantic targaryen dick feel like because if you keep riding that hard I’m pretty sure it’ll rot off

🔮 tyanna

in seven days you will begin to cough

#twelve. btw

🐉 queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived her great-nephew Aegon Targaryen, henceforth to be known as “The Uncrowned.” Her son King Maegor I Targaryen has slain him and his dragon Quicksilver over the gods’ eye for trying to usurp his throne.

🌞 ullerihardlyknowher Follow

why is this always how i find out how do you know this before even cravings moste popular

#also what the fuck is going on up there

🪰 florian-and-jonquil-on-nymerias-ship Follow

guys the oversexualization of king maegor is so problematic and insane considering he’s not only shy and married as a 13 year old but also is literally neurodivergent (has CTE)

🤲 aegonfort-top

🤲 aegonfort-top

lost my left hand for posting this

#it was kind of hot though

🗣️ towerstower Follow

was not into targaryen rule at all but if we are going to do it it’s kind of fun that we are being ruled by a super powered animated blood corpse and his circle of freaky bisexual witches and also his mommy instead of like. a normie who also fucks his sister

🫀 imasharpknife Follow

seven hells you people would fuck a k*nslayer if they had valyrian silver hair

🐦‍⬛ raventooth Follow

during these trying times when our king is accused of depravity and tyrannies abound throughout the land we must remember the most important truth: the brackens are still a people spawned from the lowest of the seven hells

🐎 brackennation

KILL YOURSELF. Lord Gonzo Tully himself AS YOU KNOW literallyyyyyy gave us the right to move the boundary stones over the tributary. but i wouldn’t expect a blackwood to acknowledge basic laws and rights you’re just too busy doing blood sacrifices to your nasty heathen tree god.

🐦‍⬛ raventooth Follow

as soon as i figure out why balerion is overhead rn im coming over to kill you. btw

🐎 brackennation

wait looks like he’s headed towards harrentown

🐦‍⬛ raventooth Follow

oh cool. KILL YOURSELF

💐 floriansfool36 Follow

hi guys!!! sorry i’m a sennight late posting this, my brother got killed and then one of my other brothers got tortured to death and then my great-aunt died and i ended up having to flee dragonstone for storm’s end and it was kind of scary lol. anyways here’s the update as promised!!!

🌟 maidensgrace Follow

i wish Balerion did get you RPF is literally soooooo problematic. look to your sins op

#daenys the dreamer and nymeria weren’t even alive at the same time????

❤️ lanadelrhaena

i think you did a great job. glad you’re safe xx

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YOU HAVE INTERNET IN THE KEEP???? HIIIII

[quixoticprince]

Yayyy!! Yippee!! I finally get to make one of these!! Art without the text under the cut and some long-winded elaborations:

How long I've been playing: well, it hasn't been a straight 11 years, rather off and on - but I have drawings of these guys dating back to when I was 14, so I'll give it to me. And man I had no business reading the fanfics I was reading back then It's also crazy how this was a super influential media for me in so many ways. It's the reason I ever made a tumblr, it changed the direction of my drawings for a long while, my broken sense of humor (gmod animation memes and yt poops were the brainrot back then), tf2 Sniper changed my god damned gender (rather, it was the inspiration for me to start socially transitioning at 15). This is part of my personal lore that I tend to not admit to 😓

Your main: I've always been completely ass at the game, and I can play flexibly, but I enjoy playing Sniper, and more recently as Heavy. Whenever I'm sitting around somewhere, occasionally throwing sandwiches and attracting Medics, I feel like this:

Favorite character: When I was younger it was definitely Medic, and I think you can tell that he's still up there based on how much I've drawn him! However, since getting back into it, I've felt quite a shift in focus towards Heavy, very strongly. It's unfortunate that he's side-lined in a lot of fanwork, and I think I'm also complicit in this so far - but for me it's cuz, how tf2 works is that it's going to prioritize humor over character and consistency haha, and Medic is just so loud and insane that he's really easy to make fun stuff with. Heavy is a more serious and grounded character, not to say that he's not funny or that he doesn't have his own cartoon slapstick moments! But that aspect of him is what is really really intriguing to me. I love his quiet, stoic, and intimidating character, I like how loud and boisterous he is when filled with bloodlust in contrast! I love his bird story and him getting into wrestling as a child from Poker Night. I love his back story setting, there's so much to extrapolate from a young boy in Russia growing up during WWII, what his parents must have been through before that from the aftermaths of the revolution, all the way to his fathers execution and his imprisonment. I love his strong relationship with his family, his role as an older brother, as a protector, as a man - the way that he performs these roles - and because I personally see him as bisexual - how his orientation intersects with all that! He is incredibly fascinating to me and I wish that he was played around with more to see a lot more corners and angles of these things that I listed! There's way more that I want to say here too but this is getting very long 😅

Character I relate to: It's so interesting that a lot of the characters have very strong, tho maybe dysfunctional, families. Heavy, Demo, and Sniper in particular really speak to me in that relation. From Heavy being an eldest brother (I am also an eldest sibling) the parentification that comes with that, especially with him probably being like 10 years older than his sisters from the looks of it. Demo and Sniper both struggle living up to their parents expectations (although there's a lot of love there from everyone), being disappointments in one way or another (not gonna deep dive into that lol), and the general alienation both of them feel. From Sniper not knowing why he's not like other Australians to Demo being "a black Scottish cyclops." And well, I'm Filipino, I'm queer, and mentally ill so - there's a lot to project there!

Class you want to play as: I find Medic incredibly stressful to play as but I find the idea of battle medics incredibly funny. However I usually find myself rushing around madly trying to cater to everyone, and I'd like to just not give a shit and just start stabbing people with a saw lol

Favorite ship: "I just like the dynamic" - The dynamic:

No but fr, they're really compelling to me, I'd probably need a longer more thought out post as to what I like about them and I was already going crazy up there ^ Overall tho I like that they're practically built for each other in terms of mechanics, really plays into my desire to spiral into intense codependency haha. I also think that Medic's drive to cheat death and hide behind meat shields plays really well into Heavy's desire to be a meat shield and a protector, and how nice it is in turn, that Medic can grant this man who's been around death, starvation, and war invulnerability. (He outsmart boolet, yknow?) They're also depicted together a lot and I like how much they enjoy each others company, and bring a lot of joy to each other. It's beautiful to me :'^)

Character you like to draw: What can I say! Medic is handsome! He is very fun to draw and easy to make memes and shit posts out of!

[genderisareligion]

While Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj are having very public beef and while I really appreciate Megan's talent for what it is I wanna take this time to spotlight my favorite unproblematic female rapper who's been at it 10+ years whose lyrical mastery alone deserves 500% of the fame Megan and Nicki have:

Angel Haze

Who also released new music this week and it's 🔥 as usual

Proudly bisexual but prefers and frequently raps about relationships with women, in a deep and meaningful way. "Back To The Woods" (2015) was written after a public breakup and remains my go to heal from heartbreak album

Proudly GNC and I've seen her up close IRL and can confirm she's hot as sin

Not gonna get too into my issue with dick worship in female rap which Megan though I love her is guilty of but Angel here is the much needed antidote. Zero pandering to sex appeal and constantly shitting on men for being worse than her but more famous (she's right). Like I still don't think I've heard her reference dick even once which is a miracle out here

Proudly Native American (Cherokee) and self taught in Tsalagi language

Took Eminem's "Cleaning Out My Closet" and turned it into a brutally honest manifesto about surviving CSA and religious trauma

Fantastic fine artist and painter (always does the cover art)

Can sing her own hooks and kills them

Chill/normal on social media, minds her own business and great to fans (liked several of the comments I've left her)

I really need more people to get into her music, part of why she won't ever blow up like Megan despite (no disrespect it's just facts) absolutely bodying her lyrically is because she's so GNC

If you have a few minutes check out "Gxmes" 🖤

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Quarterfinals, Match 2

expand to see all propaganda received! (wall of text warning oh my god this is a severe cautionary message)

Lauryn Hill:

"she paved the way and was hot as fuck the whole time"

"Girl c'mon. Look at her. You're gonna try and tell me that isn't the most beautiful and attractive person alive? Okay. You're lying but okay."

"if u freaks don't give ms. lauryn hill the respect she deserves..."

"actually one of the prettiest women ever I'm such a lesbian for her. like irl I'm already a lesbian but she is helping"

Damon Albarn:

"Don’t think Damon should be here? Why don’t you get your head checked by a jumbo jet? Maybe you’ll feel heavy metal and calm down."

"If Damon is in the “some guy” category, he’s the heavenly and heartbreaking version. Damon is the sort of significant stranger I’d see on the train out of Colchester but could never speak to, just a face seen in passing yet too radiant to be real. I’d fall in love for an hour and carry the ache for a month."

"Damon sets the standard for me. I think he’s the most fascinating man alive. What I find attractive in Damon is not just his gorgeous bone structure and boyish charm, but how wholly he’s committed himself to music. Damon is an artist who walked the walk: in one of his roughest years with some of his rawest songwriting, he said he was no longer excited by anything except the creative process. He was disillusioned with the celebrity of it all, with his relationships suffering for it, and only wanted to make art: nothing more, nothing less. He would go on to compose film scores, write operas and stage musicals, produce other artists’ records, form collectives to fulfill his passion for world music, and create some of the most globally successful music of his career in a completely innovative format that placed him as the phantom behind the characters. Whenever one band takes a break, he makes a solo record or puts together a supergroup to stay busy. He’s uniquely collaborative and still writes personal letters inviting artists to record with him, and yet can function as a one-man show, acting as a multi-instrumentalist, a singer-songwriter and a producer. He’s been a constant voice of bringing British music to the world *and* bringing world music into Britain. Sure, he’s won Brit Awards and a Grammy among others, but he also has a Guinness World Record and was named an Officer of the British Empire for his services to music; his long work with Africa Express earned him respect even from peers who’d previously dismissed him, and his commitment to support his Malian collaborators in the face of violence earned him the title of Local King in Mali. There is so much talent in the world, but there is truly no one else with a career that looks like Damon Albarn’s. Damon is far more than just a prettyboy to look nice on a magazine cover, but looks are the ultimate point of this tournament, so make no mistake: he was terribly, terribly pretty. You watch him performing in the 90s, you sift through photoshoots and interviews and documentaries, and it feels *cruel* how beautiful he was. If his talent was god-given, so was his face. To put a bow on this thesis: I don’t know if Gorillaz and Damon’s musical universe would be the experimental, globe-trotting, boundary-pushing community affair it is if Blur hadn’t become such a central figure in Britpop and if Damon had not been made such a media spectacle, and I don’t know if Damon would have been that spectacle if he wasn’t so ungodly pretty. The domino effect is that Damon’s cherubic face launched a thousand multimedia art school projects for decades to come."

"I wish I was basically any bloke in the 90s so I could tongue Damon Albarn down. Damon will see a man and ask “is anyone gonna kiss that?” and not wait for a response."

"I have a pillow with his face on it. I sleep with it every night 😊"

"“I’m more homosexual than Brett Anderson, always have been. As far as bisexuality goes, I’ve had a taste of that particular fruit, or have been tasted you might say…” is just the rawest most Shakespearean statement ever"

"he is the ultimate Pretty Boy ™. his glorious golden locks, his electric blue eyes. he is if Princess Diana was a Britpop Dude. he is the Regina George of Britpop. he is if Aphrodite took male form. Zeus would come down to earth to fuck him if he knew. he is a caffeinated orange cat let loose. he is deranged. he is unhinged. you never know what will come out of his mouth. he had sexual tension with every single man who knew him. he pulled justine fucking frischmann. his aura knows no bounds. he is a siren. he is a weird guy. but being so gorgeous stunning ethereal didn't stop him from also being one of the most prolific songwriters of his generation"

"THE MAIN BLUR"

"literally where do i even begin. i could write entire essays on this man. a good place to start would be the beetlebum music video, i suppose. i'll never forget the first time i watched that music video. something in me changed, my brain chemistry was altered, my life was never the same, i view the world a lot differently now. and a lot of the viewing i'm doing is of pictures of damon albarn's face because of boy do i have a lot of those saved. every time i try to look for a photo of something on my phone i can't find it because there's so much damon. okay that's maybe an exaggeration but this man has the most unfathomable beauty ever. his eyes? HIS EYES. god dammit i love his eyes i want to stare at them until the end of time like nothing else exists. i'm so normal about this man (lying) and while i'm usually very shameless about my interests i'm actually incredibly glad this propaganda is anonymous because otherwise. yeah. but the world deserves to see damon albarn's beauty and also hear his fantastic voice because what the fuck. his voice is literally the most gorgeous sound ever produced like bro sounds like that and expects me not to fall in love? i want this man to sing his silly songs and talk absolute nonsense to me until the sun eventually blows out and the world ends. cmon damon girlies let's demolish this tournament i know there are a lot of you."

"He’s beautiful. He’s a little rat. He’s a sweetheart. He’s a dickhead. He’s a musical genius. He’s a dumb bitch. He’s a jock. He’s a weirdo. He’s real. He’s an illusion. He’s everything. He’s just Damon."

"DAMON DAMON DAMON where do I begin oh jeez I've hyperfixated on this man for a solid 4 years and still going strong. Damon makes me wish that British people are real. That says A LOT. This man created a whole ass ANIMATED BAND WITH A SHIT TON OF LORE as a SIDE HUSTLE??? Not to mention, what other man has collaborated with Stevie Nicks, MF DOOM, Del the Funky Homosapien, Snoop Dogg, AND Beck?! People, we're literally in the presence of a god. And he's STILL GOING. Anyways, TL;DR, damon is so so so neat and cool and he should definitely win this competition. Thank you."

"Okay 90s Damon is The Perfect Boy yes yes, but the people who parrot the Daily Mail and say "he's ugly now" will never understand. I would still suck every drop from him on his deathbed."

"Vote for whoever you want to. But Damon is so pretty."

"i did not spend hours admiring this beautiful man's face on pinterest just to see him lose."

"Damon Albarn just brings me joy. When I'm watching him perform, following along as the camera lingers on and adores his pretty face, I get butterflies like I'm 15 again. It's nice to still feel that totally unguarded giddiness sometimes."

"God let the intrusive thoughts win making Damon. What if he's a beautiful blond twink with eyes like saucers and dick to his knees, he reads Herman Hesse and plays footie and is insufferable about both, he'll be the most prolific musician of his generation and write operas and seminal albums in 5 different genres and also he's gonna be the dumbest bitch alive? He'll also be kinda bi, but only kinda. And send."

"when i found out about his existence, my life was changed forever. i wish i could use him like the hannah montana boot milk pillow and chuck him at the wall so he makes a loud thud"

"Think of the drama and anon fights it'll cause if Damon wins it all! And think of how quiet it'll get after Damon's out. You'll miss him when he's gone, like memories of a noisy house years after it's grown silent. Choose Damon, and keep the messy train chugging."

"Even the Gallagher brothers have the hots for him."

"Kiss kiss I love him also you can't vote for any of the Seattle men they're literally copy and paste it's not fair. We need Brit representation"

"I want to take care of him, I want to provide for him. I need to gauge his baby blue puppy dog orbs out to I can clean them with wood varnish, paint shades of Pantone 320 C in his eyes, spray eau de parfume by dior in them and sew it back into his eyes like that scene in Toy Story 2."

"Seeing as simply filling the page with ‘Damon’ written 10000000 times isn’t going to cut it 😅 may I admit/submit: I DO have him tattooed on my being (no descriptive, is this anon?); he’s inspired somewhat unhinged late night/early morning fandom conversations in which I’ve served as ‘parish’ priest hearing confessions from all manner of folk about what they’d like to do to him/receive from him; sadly I lost an essay where I detailed why the letters that make up his name suit him so well, and described him as the hot caramel sauce to Graham’s cool vanilla ice cream. He’s a faerie princess with a nose that makes people weep and a voice that feels like the warmest home and he gives amazing hugs. He loves trains and chickens and his tuxedo cat. He’s annoying and sweet and somewhat unhinged and his music saves people and all this is on top of that fantastic dick. He’s a dream yet very real and we’re fucking blessed to be on earth at the same time as him, amen"

"Damon Albarn was a beautiful, beautiful boy. The world saw that, regardless of if every individual reading this has the same taste in men; it felt like a truth of the universe at the time. They don't make celebrities that angelic in face and erratic in personality anymore."

"I need to touch his eyebrows, nose and prostate just one time JUST ONE TIME COME ON"

[tinytalkingtina]

Cool Whip

Rating M | WC 1330 | Ao3 link

Tags: getting together, first kiss, innuendo, bisexual steve and eddie, eddie speed-runs a sexuality crisis, inappropriate use of whipped cream, fast burn (these two have never gone slow in their lives), fade to black

Written for the STWG July 28 prompt "Oh. Oh."

Steve stared at Eddie in complete silence.

Eddie fidgeted under his gaze. “So. Perhaps. In this instance, giving into the gremlin that lives inside my head was not the best choice I could have made,” he said sheepishly.

“Really Edward. You don’t say.” Steve was still holding the incriminating weapon, had been since he confiscated it. Every so often he twirled it around in his hands.

“What if you uhhh, did it back to me? We’ll be even?” he offered. “Come on, it’s fine, I won’t even fight you on it!”

“Can’t do that because we’re at my house, not yours, and this was my last pair of clean pants and underwear. So, unless you want to walk around like Winnie the fucking Pooh for the rest of the night, maybe we don’t spray whipped cream down your jeans too.” 

Steve ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I’m going to go take a shower and wash this shit off of my junk now, ‘kay? Just put the ice cream back in the freezer, we can do a movie night together another time, I guess.” Disappointment was written all over his face. Oops, Eddie didn't realize how much he must have been looking forward to watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

As Steve turned around to go, Eddie knew he should let him. Unfortunately, Nosnum Eidde, the impulsive gremlin living in his brain, was still firmly in control.

“Wait, let’s not waste it. Let me clean you up!” He blurted out.

What?

“What?” Steve was staring again, this time with eyes wide in confusion.

“Let me…clean up the mess I made. On your body.”

“Eddie I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

It did sound like a joke didn’t it. But if it was a joke, why was the thought sending sparks of lighting along his spine. 

“I don’t. Don’t think I’m joking right now,” Eddie said slowly. “Give me a minute here.”

It wasn’t like his brain had a perfect track record when it let Nosnum have the wheel. Like those times it had told him that he could climb the tallest tree in the trailer park without getting stuck at the top, or point out how hypocritical O’Donnell was acting during class without getting detention. 

But it had also gotten things right on occasion. And with Steve standing so close, it was busy pointing out things Eddie hadn't thought about before: like for example, when Steve chewed on his lips in agitation, they became invitingly plump. And, despite the growing damp spot on the front, those jeans were still hugging Steve's ass perfectly. 

Perhaps most importantly, he wasn't rushing forward to punch Eddie's lights out for insinuating, well. He just stood there with a faint blush coloring his cheeks. In his house, a place currently unoccupied by anyone else, not even Robin. While wearing a shirt that was just on the wrong side of too tight with his hair coiffed for a night out and oh my G-d—

“Steve…was tonight supposed to be a date?” Eddie was shocked the question fell out of his mouth so steadily.

The blush on Steve's face grew darker. “I mean, sort of? Was getting mixed signals from you but—yeah.” He shrugged. “We haven’t been able to hang out one on one since I figured things out. Thought I’d see how tonight went before making a move.”

“Oh. You. You had a plan to seduce me.” Eddie wheezed a little. "You like me like that?"

“I uh, kind of put two and two together about a month ago. Had a really long talk with Robin, and turns out apparently normal men don't want to, you know, make out with their guy friends. Or imagine Harrison Ford holding a whip when he’s all sweaty and—wait, what about you, Mr. 'Propositioning My Friends To Use My Mouth?’ How long have you known?"

“About five minutes consciously.” Eddie said in a strangled voice. “Maybe ten if we consider what I did to your pants subliminal foreplay.”

Steve snorted. The gremlin in Eddie’s brain was convinced this made him even more attractive. Huh, maybe this had been going on for longer than he had realized, if a snort could set him off.

“Not really sure what submarines have to do with Cool Whip, but yeah we can probably count that. Welcome to the ‘part gay’ club man! You’re taking this really well, no offense.” Steve pat him on the back, the brief contact sending more sparks through his veins.

“Yeah, in 1985 I’d probably be doing something destructive right about now.” Eddie agreed. “But the me of 1987 can’t really muster up the energy for another panic attack after finding out about inter-dimensional portals or. You know. Everything else that happened.” Wow, real smooth Eddie, way to kill the mood of whatever fever dream was happening right now.

“Besides,” he tried for a joke. “1987 Eddie has a high school diploma. My brain’s so full of facts there’s no more room for anything else unless we shove it into my mouth and—“ His eyes widened as he caught up with what he was saying. He ducked to hide behind his hair. “Uh, what I mean was, um. Yeah I’ve got nothing to say for that.”

Steve gave another adorable snort and walked closer. “We may have to work our way up to that one, but maybe I could give your mouth something else to put its lips around instead?”

“Dude that doesn’t even—what, do you want me to vacuum seal your mouth with mine? How would we, wait, please tell me that isn’t the secret move you pulled that had all the cheerleaders in school losing their minds over?” Eddie squeaked out.

Steve blushed again even as he laughed. “First of all I only ever actually dated like, three people in high school, I wasn’t as big a slut as rumors made me out to be. And okay that might have sounded better in my head, but in my defense I kind of can’t think of anything but kissing you right now.”

Eddie rapidly nodded his head. “Yes, that’s. We should do that. Please.” After a slight roadblock in which both of them on autopilot tried to take the lead and grab the other’s face, they finally managed to actually press their lips against each other.

And oh. Oh. 

Look, this was far from Eddie’s first kiss. But this was the first time someone still wanted to kiss after seeing him eat eggs with maple syrup on them. Or who knew he secretly slept with his childhood stuffed animal. Because Steve wasn’t angling to get cheaper weed, or trying to get back at his parents by having Eddie knock on the door in his ripped jeans for a date.

Steve knew Eddie’s whole sordid history, and kissed him anyway, holy shit.

The kiss itself was short and relatively chaste. But after they stopped, Steve didn’t immediately lean out of Eddie’s space. Instead he gave the tip of Eddie’s nose a quick peck before resting their foreheads together. A giggle bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest.

Steve rapped his knuckles on Eddie’s head. “Everything okay up there?”

“You like me. Steeeeve Harringtonnn likes me!” Steve smiled softly at him as he cupped Eddie’s cheek in his palm.

“Yeah, I do, you big dork. And I’d love to continue this, but because someone sprayed whipped cream onto my junk, I need to go shower it off before it gets even crunchier because wow, this is uncomfortable.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. “Sorry about that again. But if you want maybe uh, maybe I could join you and actually help clean it off?”

Steve smirked. “I think we can work something out, yeah. Come on.”

Running up the stairs while Steve tightly held his hand, Eddie decided that perhaps this time, his brain might have had the right idea after all.

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Later that evening:

Eddie: "Wait, I was flirting with you the entire Spring Break from hell wasn't I."

Steve: "That was point #1 on Robin's 'Eddie is into you' list."

Eddie: "In hindsight this does explain why she kept saying I could be myself around her last week. I used the opportunity to give her a 2 hour long intro to metal music lesson."

Steve: "Yeah, she said I still owe her for that."

@augustjustice @stellarspecter Come get your fast burn Steddie!