#steve: *nervous bisexual laughter*

[steviewashere]

For the kiss prompt....Steddie and 40 please because I saw it and had a burning need for it!

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Okay, this one is far less angsty (I'm hoping) than yesterday's, lol. But I appreciate this prompt a lot. <3

Number 40: "Because the world is ending."

Tags: Season 4, Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Slight Love Confession, Steve Harrington has a Bisexual Awakening, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Lives, Last Minute Promises, Protective Steve Harrington

💕—————💕 There was a weight in the way Eddie’s vest laid on Steve’s back. Something that nailed him to the floor, kept him under the clouds but above ground, that anchored him to existence. It provided a sense of security that Steve hadn’t felt in…three or more years.

But there was something about Eddie’s gaze, too, that provided that same amount of comfort. Just one glimpse, one stupid little sentence about lost loves, one panicked nervous fit of laughter—it was enough to make something inside Steve squirm. The same thing he kept away in his own Pandora’s box, deep inside the crevice of his chest behind sinew. It’s where Tommy existed at one point, maybe a few other boys from elementary school. He knew what it was, the pull in Eddie’s gaze. Or, really, the magnetism that Eddie’s eyes held.

It made Steve want to stare back. Made him want to stop the world’s rotation. Made him want to find a way to reverse time, prevent all the evils of his life, find Eddie sooner. He wanted Eddie the same way mosquitos yearn for amber light. Icarus to the sun. Something strong, invasive, all consuming.

Love, he realized. He wanted love from Eddie.

Which makes it all worse when they’re going over game plans. Eddie going with Dustin. Dustin going with Eddie. Nancy and Robin going with him to the Creel house. Max and Lucas and Erica being all too far. There was that pull. A protective surge. Flames in his veins.

It was all so stupid. So careless. Everything they chose to do. The way Eddie knew about some gun store. How his body read nonchalance, but the way his hands shook when pointing out what kind of weapons they could find there. Steve wanted to reach down and wrap his own hands around Eddie’s, squeeze them still, bring his knuckles to between his eyebrows. Do something silly. Like kiss them or kiss Eddie or carve a spot behind his ribs and force Eddie inside of there.

That magnetic pull is back full force once they’re right side up in the Upside Down. Dustin’s a whole four inches shorter than Eddie. Covered in scrap and a hood. And he looks childish, dorky, how he should have been the last several years. Yet there’s a matured gleam to his eyes that haunts Steve, even as he stares it down. And when he glances to Eddie, looking reasonably the same—immature and dorky—green vest that isn’t zipped up, DIY’d leather jacket, ammo belt, and a pair of ill-fitting shiny boots. Steve can only wonder what it would be like to see Eddie not here, not in these circumstances, in his usual appearance. How more…beautiful he’d be if he weren’t so damned afraid.

If Eddie weren’t staring at Steve with something like goodbye. He forces himself to turn away, to stop looking, to stop wanting when there’s no sure presence of tomorrow. It’s like he’s being gifted a litter of kittens, being told not to get attached. Except, he’s already come up with names and collar colors and places where he could put beds. He’s got an idea of where Eddie would be soft if Steve could touch his skin. What nicknames would make him flush and what petnames would make him melt. Steve doesn’t want to be attached, but at the same time, he doesn’t think he ever had the choice.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie calls to him.

A crunching step forward. Steve forces himself frozen to his spot. His back tenses, shoulders hiking, the axe on his back brushes his hair. It’s cold, the metal is solid and real and sharp. His hands are shaking and his eyes are burning and there’s an iron grip around his lungs. Stomach turning and lurching and falling straight to his feet. He doesn’t turn, not yet. Not with the stern and sudden confidence to Eddie’s voice. Don’t get attached, he’s not yours to keep, a voice echoes deep inside him. I want him. I want him, though, that’s not fair, and that’s the petulant part of him. Something he thought he lost when he knocked on Jonathan Byers’s door.

He expects Eddie to continue, but he doesn’t. The rush of blood is loud in Steve’s ears. There’s no other voices. No other sounds. He’d think that the demo-creatures would’ve sounded off by now, but there’s nothing. The weight of everything, he realizes, is behind him.

Over his shoulder, Eddie’s eyes are fierce. No longer pulling on Steve’s arm, rather squeezing him tight by the shoulders, hauling him into his orbit, pressing their bodies and souls tight. Steve is startled and stirring and flippant. He shouldn’t leave. Doesn’t want to. Not when Eddie is…Eddie is what he wants.

And while his eyes are fierce, they are checking out. Somewhere else. And yet, they’re here. For Steve to fall into. And for him to cradle the sure absence Eddie is preparing to make.

“Make him pay,” Eddie’s voice demands. It’s neutral, neither loud and overbearing nor soft and assuring. His voice is a grenade, ring pulled but hammer still intact. Steve wants to pick it up and place it inside his chest. Wants to obliterate at the impact and sound.

He swallows. Wavers. Nods. And turns away.

But he doesn’t take a first step. He just stands, caught between worlds and passions and full body aches. A shiver crawling up his spine and into the back of his mouth. He swears he tastes it, decay. Something leaving and rotting, just as Eddie’s footsteps begin to retreat. To dissipate. Steve doesn’t want to forget the sound.

Without much on his mind, without any preamble or warning, Steve whirls back around. Stomps inside Eddie’s dusty footprints. Their shoes aligning to one another, the same size. His eyes burn lasers into Eddie’s back, but neither of them stop moving. It’s not until Steve is nearly at the front door to the Munson’s trailer that he’s able to grasp to something. His left hand wraps around Eddie’s right forearm. Gripping with the force of hippopotamus jaws. And he tugs Eddie to him. To face him.

Eddie’s eyes look to him in trepidation. There’s something else, like he’s realizing he’s been caught. An apology forming on the tip of his tongue. Before he can part his lips to say anything, Steve takes his right hand and forces his fingernails to indent into Eddie’s cheeks, squishing his lips to be slightly puckered, and drags him towards his face.

Their noses meet first. Soft and tantalizing. Breathing the same air. Steve, for a moment, can smell Eddie’s breath. And he doesn’t care, that neither of them have brushed their teeth in several days. That they’re tasting each other’s rot and stale words. He doesn’t care.

Slowly, he leans the rest of the way in. Pressing his lips to Eddie’s softly. Just soaking in their warmth. How dry and chapped and splitting they are. Pushes in more firmly, fluttering his eyes shut at the sensation. Breathing in gulps through his nose. Messy and wet on Eddie’s lips, but all the same a: ‘The world is ending, so nothing matters, but you matter and my world will end otherwise.’

And when he pulls his head back, he notices that Eddie wasn’t responsive at all. He wasn’t, but Steve doesn’t feel rejected, for once. Or negated. Or pulled taut and snapped in half. His chest glows with a low-level warmth, radiating between them like a candle’s near-dying flame. He digs his fingernails out of Eddie’s skin and cups his cheeks instead. Like protecting that little bit of light melting away at them. He opens his eyes, met with bewilderment and silence and fear and curiosity and…yearning. But also, there’s something shining back on Eddie’s face like a dream has just come true.

Steve takes a sharp, quick inhale. Whispers, “Don’t be a hero.” He’s already said it, he knows that. But…Eddie was never going to listen and he should’ve known that from the get-go. “Don’t be stupid,” he continues, “and you come back here. Come back to me.”

“Wha—“

“Come back to me,” Steve urges. “I want to know you. And I want to have you. I want to…I want to need you all the time, you understand me? Come back to me, all in one piece, away from danger. Or else I will kill you myself.” He nods once. Swipes his thumb over Eddie’s still jutting bottom lip. “Promise,” he demands lowly, “promise I can see you again.”

Eddie’s gulp is loud between them. His breath puffing hot and cold over Steve’s fingers. But his voice has lost all ferocity. Going soft and controlled and loving. “I promise, Stevie,” he murmurs, “I promise I’ll find you back here.”

Steve nods one more time. Short and affirmative and final. He draws his hands away. Zips up Eddie's vest. And brings them back to being limp at his sides. The very foundation of his being shakes. “Good. And I like that. I like that name, Eds. Call me that again, promise.”

“Promise,” Eddie echoes.

“Not a goodbye,” Steve feels the need to say.

“Just a see you later,” Eddie states. And there’s an honest tone to him that settles all the frayed nerve endings inside of Steve. Before he gets the chance to turn back, Eddie gently cradles his face in turn. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Just for luck,” he murmurs, “be safe.”

There’s a weight in those words, too. Steve tethers to them.

And they ring out at the final blow to Vecna, as the flames engulf on all sides of the house. When they return to one another and all that’s wrong is a splash of ugly dark blood on Eddie’s cheek.

They’re safe. The world will always end, but they’re safe.

💕—————💕 Kiss Ask Game <3

[corrodedbisexual]

No more unicorns for Eddie Munson

Steddie | E | ~6.5k | AO3 link

For Kinktober Day 7: Virginity

Featuring: Loss of Virginity, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Gay/Virgin/Bottom Eddie Munson, Confident Bisexual/Sweetheart/Service Top Steve Harrington, Tender Sex, Communication, Porn with Feelings, Dorks in Love, Laughter During Sex, Boys Kissing, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, POV Steve Harrington, Minor Steve Harrington/OFC

When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas. *** Steve deflowers Eddie, and he's incredibly soft and gentle about it. Because Eddie deserves his first time to be absolutely perfect.

Snippet below!

When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session that got rather steamy at some point and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas. 

As if Steve hasn’t already been walking on clouds for the past month, overjoyed at the fact that he finally got to touch and kiss the boy he’d been so helplessly infatuated with that he just had to take a chance, and pray that he hadn’t been reading into things wrong. (Who ever came up with “God hates queers”? Eddie Munson kissing him back that nerve-wrecking night a month ago is proof of exactly the opposite.)

Eddie must have misinterpreted his brief stunned silence and absolutely goofy grin, because he starts to squirm away, averting his eyes, and Steve has to tighten his hold around Eddie’s waist to keep him from escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Steve purrs, and Eddie’s already flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. (He always blushes when Steve calls him that. Damn, now that Steve thinks about it, that should have been an obvious clue.)

“I dunno,” Eddie mumbles, rubbing a palm across his eyes. “Anywhere. Somewhere you’re not laughing at me, preferably.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Steve replies softly, tucking a strand of Eddie’s unruly hair behind his ear. His fingers linger on the earshell, tracing its shape, and Eddie absolutely melts into the touch. “We can take things slow, if you want. But you don’t need to worry about this. It’s not a bad thing, Eds. It’s great, in fact.”

“How the hell is me being a lame 20-year-old virgin great ?!” Eddie stares at him in disbelief.

Steve’s smile turns into yet another grin.  

“‘Cause I get to blow your mind.”

“Oh my god, of course you’d be cocky about this,” Eddie groans, rolling his eyes, but fails to conceal a giddy smile on his lips. 

Steve can’t resist pressing his mouth to it. Eddie’s so, so fucking cute when he smiles. 

One kiss turns into another, and another, and soon they’re back to where they paused when Eddie spoke up; this time, when Steve slides his hands into Eddie’s back pockets and draws him closer, makes him grind down, Eddie doesn’t pull away. He just groans and rolls down again, without Steve’s guidance, and breaks the kiss to stare down at Steve, panting, pupils fully blown.  

“Fuck, Stevie, I don’t wanna take things slow,” he blurts out, immediately ducking his head to hide behind the curtain of hair, but Steve tugs on his chin to make him look up again. When Eddie does, he cups his cheek, strokes his thumb along the cheekbone gently.

“Okay," Steve says. "If you’re sure.”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle. “Totally sure.”

“Okay,” Steve says again, his thoughts slightly hazy with horny anticipation. His brain is momentarily flooded with images of getting Eddie naked, laying him out on his bed, kissing and touching every inch of his skin; he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the prospect. He pats Eddie’s thigh twice, barely concealing his impatience. “Lemme up, then. Let’s go upstairs.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open.

“Oh. Right now? ” He points with a finger.

Steve blinks and frowns, wondering if he misunderstood. 

“I mean, unless一”

“Nonono, now is good.” Eddie nods rapidly. “Totally cool. My schedule’s free today.” He snaps his mouth shut and drops his head back, groaning. “God, I’m a moron. How the fuck did I land you again?”

Steve chuckles, nuzzling at his neck. 

“By being really hot and irresistible.” He doesn’t need to look up to know Eddie’s blushing again. “But also, not a moron at all.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s chin, then finally pushes him gently to land on the couch beside him, and stands. 

Eddie looks up at him, slightly dazed; he’s fidgeting with his rings, always a dead giveaway of his nerves. Steve grins and holds out his hand, bowing slightly. 

“May I have this dance?”

It’s definitely the right move, because after a brief stunned silence, Eddie bursts out laughing, dropping his head as he takes Steve’s hand and lets himself be pulled up to his feet.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

[It wasn't supposed to be this long, whatever this is. Enjoy!]

Eddie has always been a tactile person, but he ramped it up after Vecna. Not only does he hug people tightly as he says goodbye, but he also plants a kiss on each cheek. So, after they all finish hanging out at Steve's house, he escorts them out the door. Eddie hugged and kissed them all, him being the last to leave because he lost one of his rings and couldn't find them. Eddie says goodbye to Steve last and hugs him tightly. He goes in for a kiss, but Steve moves his head, and their lips brush together. They pull away at the same time.

Steve: What was that?

Eddie: *panicking because he hasn't told Steve he's gay and crushing on him* Oh, that's how I kiss all my best friends. Just ask Gareth.

Steve: *clueless and happy that Eddie considers him a best friend.* That's cool. *Pecks him on the lips* You're my best friend too. See you later, Eds.

He proceeds from then on to make sure that no one else sees him say goodbye to Steve. It's easier when he's hanging out with Steve alone. He almost let it get too far one day after they hung out at his trailer. They had just wrestled, Eddie trying to stop Steve from leaving. Eddie wasn't sure how he managed that without getting really happy, but he did it. Breathless, Steve headed towards the door, pecking Eddie's lips goodbye as he did so.

Eddie: You call that a kiss?

He whirled Steve around and kissed him hard on the mouth. He didn't stop until he realized what he was doing and pulled away. Steve didn't question it, figuring it had been a while for him. It all came to when Eddie checked out a video with Robin while Steve was in the back. Dustin was helping out behind the counter, having gotten a part-time job there. Keith decided he had spent too much at Family Video and put him to work. Eddie had given them both a hug and a kiss before turning to leave. That's when Steve came out from the back.

Steve: Hey, what about me?

Eddie: *suddenly nervous* Oh, I didn't realize you were working, Stevie. Sure thing. *He tries to kiss his cheek*

Steve: *laughs* What are you doing? *Grabs his face and kisses him hard.* See you later, Eds.

Flustered, Eddie waves nervously and leaves. Steve turns to Dustin and Robin, their mouths hanging open.

Steve: What?

Robin: Why didn't you tell me you're dating Eddie? I am hurt. . .of all people. . .

Steve: *nervous laughter* I am not dating Eddie. Why would you think that?

Dustin: Ugh, maybe because, I don't know, YOU KISSED EDDIE ON THE MOUTH. Dude, you know we would be cool with that. We love you.

Steve: No, that's how Eddie kisses his best friends. I am one of his best friends. Just ask Gareth.

Dustin: I have seen Eddie say goodbye to Gareth many times since Vecna and he has, not once, KISSED HIM LIKE THAT!

Steve: 🥺 But Eddie said. . .why would. . . Does Eddie like kissing me? . . . 😳 Do I like kissing Eddie? But I like. . . Wait, am I like that thing you said? What was it? Bilingual?

Dustin: . . .Bisexual?

Steve: *snaps his fingers* Yes, that!

Dustin: ☺️ I think so, buddy.

Robin: Man, you buried yourself so deep in the closet all so Eddie wouldn't stop kissing you that you needed Dustybuns over here to pull you out? The straightest of all your kids?

Steve: . . .shut up.

Later that evening, Steve found himself knocking on Eddie's door, and when he opened it, Steve walked in without saying anything. He closed the door and pulled Eddie into a kiss, then pulled away.

Steve: . . .hello. *leans forward to whisper in his ear.* I know you don't kiss Gareth like that.

[re-bec-ca-ann]

Chapter Update: The Babysitter and the Metalhead

Chapter Snippet: “Rob,” he croaks out. “There’s no way I’m gay. I like boo—”

“Don’t you dare say it.”

The laugh he chokes out turns into a quiet sob. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him but it’s like a dam is breaking inside of him. 

“Oh, Steve. D-don’t cry. You’re the strong one, remember? I’m the emotional disaster. There isn’t enough room for both of us,” she jokes, stroking his hair. 

The laughter that spills alongside the tears is welcome. Steve doesn’t know where he’d be without Robin. Always bringing humor—well intentional or not—to tense moments. Regardless, the nervous energy that’s humming through his veins drives him to move off the bed and pace the carpeted floor. 

“Steve, hey, look at me.” He doesn’t want to, but he does. Robin’s eyes are soft, worried, safe. “Maybe, maybe you’re bisexual,” she suggests. The confusion on Steve’s face must be easy to read because she’s quick to elaborate with a small huff. “It’s when someone likes both guys and girls, ya dummy.”

Something akin to hope and relief blossoms in his drowning chest, alleviating the pressure. “That’s a thing? That’s… allowed?” He croaks out. 

Pairing/Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Word count: 13,328 (Chapter 5/?)

Tags: slow burn, eventual smut, eddie munson lives, bisexual steve harrington, opposites attract, nerds/dorks/boys in love, fluff and angst

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[x-reader-writer]

Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.

[hugsandharrifield]

Harrifield College Ficlet AU#7

A Nice Day- Steve X Dwight Modern Day College AU Wanted to do a little comedic/sweet bit before getting back into the drama. I hope you enjoy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a super nice day out the temperature was cool but not too cool, the sun was shining and the campus was abuzz with activity. Steve was sitting in the campus quad just taking in the weather lazing about and daydreaming.  It was little into late afternoon and he was leaning against one of the bigger trees just relaxing. He didn't really have anything to do today having only one class early in the morning.  

He was waiting in anticipation to go to dinner with Dwight tonight, he had made him promise that he would let Steve take him out tonight to give him some time away from his paper for his Astrophysics class. Dwight was a pretty studious guy and Steve knew after dating him for a while that he gets pretty stressed when he's all work and no play. But he also knew that when Dwight started he tended to just not stop.

Steve never really had that problem, sure it might seem lackadaisical but you gotta smell the roses sometimes. He probably will get into a bit of a push and pull with Dwight about schoolwork tonight getting him to take a longer 'Break' with him.

While musing all this Steve's phone rings, he's startled and picks it up immediately. "It's your boy Steve what can I do for you?"

"Honey! It's good to hear your voice how are you?" Ohhh it was his mom.

"I am doing good mom. How are you and dad?"  Steve said casually rolling his eyes getting into the mode where he answers his moms questions without thinking.

"I'm good honey, your dad has still got that sprain in his ankle but he's otherwise good." Steve sighed, his dad despite getting older kept insisting on doing stuff that a guy 20 years younger wouldn't do. "So any plans for tonight sweetie?"

Steve wasn't really thinking when he said "I'm just going on a date tonight."

"A date? Awww who's the lucky girl?" His mom nosed in immediately.

Oh crap! Steve had just been so relaxed that he hadn't thought about what he was saying.... What should he do. "Sweetie you there?" He was slightly panicked.

No!, he wasn't going to make Dwight feel bad by hiding him. the poor guy had a rough dating life as is from what Dwight told him. "Yeah sorry mom, just got distracted for a sec, His name is Dwight." He braced for impact.

"Dwight?... Him?" it sounded like his mom was digesting those words.

"Yeah I'm sorry I .... guess I should have told you sooner but I was worried about what you would think. I'm dating a Astronomy Major named Dwight, he's .... adorable and i think i might be bisexual." Steve felt nervous as hell.

Silence.... "Mom?"

Laughter comes from the other end. "Bisexual? Are you sure your not gay? I mean your father was convinced you were straight cause of Nancy, and I was firm that you were gay. I am not sure how this pans out for our 20$ bet."

"What?!" Steve croaked "you had a bet?"

"I mean you and your obsession with your hair and your looks? I mean sure Nancy... but it's not like you and her were going to last.." His mom just spilled this like it was super natural for them to be having this conversation.

"Mommmm.." He whined  "Really."

"So is he cute? When do I get to meet him? How long have you been dating? Do I get to invite him to holidays?"

"Oh my god mom! Yes he's cute, when I can convince him to meet you, 5 months, and lets not get ahead of ourselves." Steve was blushing and flustered.

"Well.... that's good, maybe it counts that I get the 20$ if your in a relationship with a guy for that long." She seemed to be musing.

"Listen mom I got to go I am picking him up for dinner tonight." Steve tried to dodge.

"Okay sweetie, you have fun, I am so happy for you." his mom cheerfully chirped  "Don't worry about your dad he'll get over it. Love you honey."

"Love you mom." He hung up. Steve leaned back against the tree and kind of laughed. That wasn't as bad as it could have been.

It was near enough time that he could go pick up Dwight so he stood up and walked twoards Dwight's Dorm.

He whistled happily and walked through the hallways so happy. He knocked on the door to Dwight's dorm room. "Heya Handsome it's me."

He heard shuffling and moving around and a croak "Just a second." After some more rustling Dwight opened the door. His hair was disheveled his face was all red and puffy.

"Babe? You okay?" Steve was concerned he grabbed his boy into a big hug.

"Yeah... I'm.... Yeah..." Dwight kind of sound strained and tired. "I just got a visit from my ex today."

[tinynebula]

"so what? you did it" stony plz

a thousand years later, here it is:

His heart was beating a million kilometers per hour. His fingers felt cold and trembling. The pit of his stomach began to tighten with vertigo. The severity of what he had done slowly dispersed in his consciousness, like adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He dropped the phone violently and left it on the coffee table. He threw himself on the chair and closed his eyes, counting to ten.

There was no turning back. Of all his stupidly impulsive decisions, this one took the jackpot. Oh no, wait until Pepper finds out. She was going to skin him alive, oh shit.

(watch for the cut, mobile)

Tony got up from the chair abruptly, walking in circles around the chair. He approached the huge picture window of the apartment, and observed the city somberly, feeling like a movie character, brooding into the distance. The city was noisy, chaotic, gray, familiar. An entanglement of circulations and crossed roads, high walls to the sky, eternal itineraries. Chaos in its purest state, chaos from which creation is born. He had rarely thought about the longing for anonymity, the idea of being one of the bunch.

Being born in a golden cradle had opened infinite doors, given him the opportunity to get up one day and decide that he wanted to build a colony on Mars and virtually no one could say no. But the power that money gave him was a double-edged sword.

In the same way that growing up on the spotlight had transformed him into a circus act, dominating the political field from the shadows had been something his father had been expert at, but never Tony. No, Tony was a showman, pragmatic. Politics and bureaucracy were very far from his interests.

But what he had just done? Political suicide. There was no way to recover from this. Humiliation poisoned him inside.

A few soft heels sounded in the distance. With a sigh, Tony turned to see Pepper enter the room.

She took one look at him and all her anger melted.

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Don’t-” Tony cut her. “I don’t need to hear it. It was impulsive and stupid and now I regret it. Can we focus on how to solve this, please?”

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head. She arranged the papers she carried in her arms and sat down in the chair next to Tony’s computer.

“Read the people’s answers, Tony. No, no, listen to me-” Pepper insisted strongly before he could interrupt her. “Take a second to read what most people, your fans, are responding.”

There was no denying it, Tony was scared. He had been in the act for years, he was not ready to let go. No, that was a lie. He had been ready for decades, but he did not want to face reality and the consequences of abandoning it.

He sat next to her and with a knot in his chest and opened his twitter account, where less than a couple of minutes ago he had furiously announced to the world that he was bisexual. And in the most subtle way possible.

Iron Man @tonystark · 8m ago

How about a rainbow suit for pride month?

5,6k replies  594k retweets   1,3M likes

↩ MAGA @repusa  · 5m ago

you heard it here first folks, iron man is a cock sucking faggot

83 replies   48 retweets   309 likes

↩ Iron Man @tonystark · 3m ago

Yes, and I’m very good at it. Almost as good as I am at kicking idiots like you in the ass.

87,5k replies   986k retweets   3,8M likes

“Ok, I admit that I could have handled the situation with a little more tact …”

Pepper refreshened page almost furiously and began to scroll trough the responses.

“Tony for God’s sake, listen to me and look at the responses of the people.”

↩ staaaacy @lifeaspuppy · 3m ago

omg iron man is queer?? My fav avenger is queer??? This is the best thing to ever happen in 2018

↩ Jonhy @firstgrop · 3m ago

iron man proving that 20gayteen is here to stay

↩ NAT FOLLOWED @avengerstan · 3m ago

GUYS FJKGHDSJ TONY STARK IS GAY?? OR BI OR PAN??? OMG!!!!! I’M SO HAPPY FOR HIM

↩ Iron Daddy @starkinghero · 2m ago

sfdhjds i’m crying of happiness my idol is a gay idiot like me

↩ Fred @threedaysout · 2m ago

i mean we been knew but I’m so happy Tony came out

There were hundreds more like that. Some were indecipherable for Tony, but he got the positive vibe from the majority of the replies. The deep anxiety in his gut didn’t fade away, but he did feel relieved. He looked up and found Pepper smiling at him.

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Two things: it’s 2018, the political morality is dominated by allies of the LGBT community, and the internet is the domain of the community. If you had said this at a press conference, the result would have been different, because you would be giving the media the monopoly on how they build the narrative. But on twitter? People dominate the narrative.” Pepper said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Tony frowned.

“I had not thought about it that way …”

“Tony, you have 85 million followers on twitter, you must know your audience!” She rolled her eyes, but her smile was fond.

“Honestly I don’t care, I use twitter to throw up what comes out of my mind.”

Pepper started laughing.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty….”

“Hey! I’m a smart person!” Tony was outraged. He was a genius!

“I would call it more selective intelligence…” she kept saying, and he looked at her with resentment. Tony knew she was right, but he’d never admit it. “I have to go to a meeting, please do not provoke another scandal before we clarify this one, yes?”

Reality fell on Tony’s head like a bucket of water.

“What are we going to do?”

Pepper tilted her head.

“You could simply tweet again, say the truth in an honest and clear way. But don’t fight anyone. Please.”

“No promises.”

“Tony…” she said like a warning while picking her stuff from the table. While she was leaving she passed her hand through his hair, and he sighed.

Tony contemplated deleting his account altogether for a couple of minutes. Nervous, he looked around the notifications section, and noticed one in particular that caught his attention:

Steve Rogers @captainamerica · 2m ago

All of you people saying nasty stuff about @tonystark get in line, I’ll fight you one by one.

9k replies  35k retweets   76k likes

Tony started checking the answers. People were going crazy, answering with insults and laughter, but the vast majority were supporting Steve in his mission to fight homophobes.

Tony could not stop smiling.

He started writing a new tweet:

↩ Iron Man @tonystark·1m ago

hey, @steverogers I’m supposed to be the knight in shining armor, but thank you for defending my honor.

22k replies  173k retweets   830k likes

In less than 30 seconds he got a response:

↩ Steve Rogers @captainamerica · 1m ago

how about you thank me with dinner?

42k replies  802k retweets   1,6M likes

Oh shit.

Tony’s heart stopped for a full minute. He stared at the screen, stunned. Did… did Steve just ask him out? And come out on twitter?

Oh… oh damn.

The replies started to appear.

↩ NAT FOLLOWED @avengerstan · 1m ago

Did Captain America just came out of the closet????

3 replies  498 retweets   758 likes

And of course, Steve’s insanely fast response:

↩ Steve Rogers @captainamerica · 1m ago

So what? He did it. I can do it too.

9,2k replies  504k retweets   1M likes

Of course, Tony thought fondly, everything is a competition for him. But it fell good to have someone to take the punches with.

Steve was asking him out? Tony’s mind was in emergency mode. He actually had fantasied about asking him several times, but he never had the courage to actually act on his feelings. Steve was always so hard to read, and honestly, way too harsh when he rejected something. Tony had never seen him reject someone romantically, but he was so afraid of humiliation that he had buried his desire. But now? It was all out in the open. Posted on public for everyone to see. It felt good, actually. For Steve to make a show out of it.

Swallowing his nervousness, he replied.

↩ Iron Man @tonystark·1m ago

Oh I’d love to. Is Tuesday night ok?

3k replies  58k retweets   208k likes

[lywinis]

Hi! Can you please write some Capsicoul with pining!Steve? I absolutely love your writing and it's okay if you don't want to. You're one of my favorite writers

Here you go, nonny!

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Steve let his hand hover over his phone, unsure if he shouldpick it up and make the call he wanted to or not. It was funny, coming to termswith himself in this modern age, learning how comfortable everyone was with themselves.It seemed like there were open conversations about being…different.

He found it overwhelming sometimes, what people were talkingabout. But they were talking about it. He even had a word for what he felt hewas – bisexual – and what it meant. It was…nice, really.

It helped, too, that he didn’t have to talk about it,because it was no one’s business but his own; he appreciated the sensitivitythat had been shown in that particular instance. While he hadn’t meant to comeout to Phil at the time, he’d been excited about the prospect of having a termfor what he’d been feeling inside since the thirties. He’d blurted it out, andPhil hadn’t laughed at him at all. Instead, the agent sat him down with allsorts of resources and patiently explained history and terms to him.

He owed Phil a lot; even when he’d thought the agent wasgone for good, there’d still been resources in place for him to peruse, with anote from Phil. He’d thought they might be good for him to read through.

Steve still thought about that a lot, his fingers brushinghis phone’s screen. The Starkphone came to life, revealing his lock screen.Steve sighed.

He had a crush, and it was bad. This was worse than GraceMcKinnon in the next apartment block over – but at least Bucky couldn’t teasehim about this one. Steve’s lock screen was actually the agent in question,during one of their many outings. He’d placed himself at Steve’s disposal,though Steve rarely took him up on things. Still, they managed to meet forlunch once a week or more, with Phil checking in on him to see how he wasacclimating.

The photo was a good one, an unintentional snap Steve hadtaken while trying to write down something Phil had mentioned. His camera hadgone off, grabbing a picture of Phil, his coat off and his shirt sleeves rolledup, talking with animation and gesturing with his hands. Steve liked it, andhad kept it, though he’d never shown the agent his phone after setting hisbackgrounds.

He nearly dropped his phone as it buzzed, startling him.Phil, as though he’d read Steve’s thoughts, was calling. Hastily, he swiped thecall icon and answered.

“Rogers. Hi, Phil.” He sounded breathless and far too eager,and he tried to tell himself to tone it down.

Phil’s voice didn’t help. It sent a thrill up his spine, thehidden amusement there hinting at all sorts of things that Steve didn’t want toname because it wasn’t fair to put that sort of expectation on Phil. But he didlike the knot of warmth that started in his stomach, hearing Phil’s voice.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked. Steve imagined hewas smiling like the day he’d told him to just call him Steve, that same brightand open smile that seemed to shave a decade off an already classicallyhandsome face.

Steve rubbed his forehead, leaning his head back. He reallydid have it bad. He jerked his focus back to the present, with the conversationat hand.

“N-no, you didn’t, I’ve just been really busy today, that’sall.” A lie, but a tiny one. He didn’t really think Phil should know he’d beenspending so much time debating on whether to tell him about this crush or not.He didn’t think Phil would ever laugh at him, but he didn’t think he could bearbeing let down…even gently.

“Well, are you too busy to grab a bite to eat? I just gotback into town and I thought maybe you could use the break.”

“Oh! Sure, I’d love to. Where should I meet you?” Stevetried to remember if he had any clean shirts that looked nice enough to seePhil in.

“Hm, well, there’s Luciano’s on fourth, we could meet there,”Phil said.

“Okay, that sounds great. Should I head out now?”

“Sure,” Phil said, the laughter in his voice making Steve’scheeks flush. “It’s a date.”

The line clicked and Steve stared dumbly at his phone. Itwas a date? Like…a real date?

“I have a date with Phil,” he said, not quite believing iteven when he said it aloud. He tossed his phone onto his couch and went to gofind something nice to wear.

------

Luciano’s was a little hole in the wall restaurant that hadbeen there since the seventies; Phil had taken him once when they’d come homeexhausted from a long mission. There was pasta in plenty, and the owners wereso nice and so pleased to actually meet him (he’d saved their restaurant duringthe Chitauri attack by body blocking one of them into the street), he’d beenback several times since. Steve had a standing reservation there, though heoften got his food to go if the dinner rush was too bad.

Now, he stepped into the restaurant and inhaled, smellingthe rich aromas of meat and tomato sauces, closing his eyes a little. While itwasn’t his normal sense of comfort food, Alessandro and Giulia Luciano treatedhim so much like family that his stomach immediately started growling. Giuliaspotted him from the counter and bustled toward him, smiling widely.

“Steven!” She folded him into her embrace and he squeezedher, her flowery perfume drifting up to his nose. Giulia was a housewife turnedbusinesswoman and her dark hair was in a serviceable twist, her dark eyestwinkling as she grasped him by the biceps and smiled up at him. She andAlessandro loved their food and it showed; both had healthy appetites and lovedthe appeal of comfort food. Steve had a suspicion that she liked feeding himbecause he cleared his plate.

“Hello, Giulia,” he said, smiling down at her. “I’ve gotsomeone meeting me today.”

“Yes, I know, he grabbed a table about ten minutes ago,” shesaid, tilting her head to where Steve could see the back of Phil’s head as hesat alone at a table in the back. “It’s always nice to see you and Philliptogether.”

That just reminded Steve of Phil’s words and he gave anervous chuckle, hoping that his pink flush was hidden a little in the dimnessof the restaurant. He gave Giulia another squeeze and then let her get back towhat she was doing.

He didn’t want to startle Phil, so he called his thanks toher loudly enough that Phil could hear him. As the agent turned, there was atwinkle of recognition in his gaze and Steve suddenly felt overdressed in hiscollared shirt and khakis, even though Phil still had on his suit. Maybe it wasthe fact that Phil had forgone the tie, leaving his shirt unbuttoned at thethroat. Steve couldn’t help how his gaze was drawn to the strip of skin there,heat suffusing his face.

Keep it together, Rogers…

“Hey, Phil.” He smiled at the agent, grabbing a seat acrossfrom him. “Sorry I ran a little late.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Phil said. He took a sip of his wine;Steve knew then that he’d been given leave – Phil never drank on duty. “Ithought you’d be a little while, you said you were busy.”

“Yeah, about that—“ He was interrupted by their foodarriving. Both the Lucianos knew them well enough that their orders wereusuals, and Steve’s stomach growled at the sight of the heaping plate of pasta.He put his napkin in his lap and started to dig in before he realized he hadn’tfinished his thought. Phil looked amused, and he flushed. “…I wasn’t that busy…”

“Oh? Well, thanks for meeting me, regardless. I wanted someactual company instead of the usual tired jokes after a mission. Everyoneneeded the rest.” Phil toyed with the stem of his wineglass, drawing Steve’sgaze. “Adult company, you know? I feel like team dad more often than not.”

“Well, there’s something to be said for being daddy,” Steveblurted, then almost dropped his fork as the connotation hit him. He chanced aglance at Phil and saw him smiling, then started to shake his head. “I didn’tmean it like—“

“Hey, it’s okay,” Phil said, grinning. “You’re okay. I knowwhat you meant.”

“I’m sorry…” Steve said. He wanted to hide. Good gravy, hestill wasn’t good at this. “I should know better. The term was in use back inmy day in the same way, I should have known. Sorry.”

“Hey,” Phil said, reaching out and putting his hand on Steve’swrist. He wondered if the agent could see his heartrate triple, but he managedto keep from blurting out anything else stupid. “You’re all right, Steve. Ipromise I’m not gonna be the one to judge you. Trust me, I’ve put my foot in mymouth plenty of times.”Steve turned his hand over, taking Phil’s. It was the bravest he’d ever been;he hadn’t even gotten up the gumption to kiss Peggy. That had been all her, andhe’d loved her for it. But now, it was his time. He took Phil’s hand, lookingdeep into laughing blue-grey eyes.

“I wanted to thank you,” he said. “For…for being patientwith me.”

“Of course,” Phil said. He shook his head. “You don’t everhave to thank me for that. I just want to make sure that you’re happy andhealthy. That’s part of my job.”

Part of his job. Right. Steve let go of Phil’s hand, feelinghis heart constrict a little bit.

“Sure, Phil,” he said. He didn’t feel so hungry anymore. Heused his fork to toy with some noodles.

“Are you all right?” Phil peered at him, and Steve suddenlywanted to be anywhere else. “I feel like I killed the mood a little bit.”

“Ah…you didn’t.” Steve bit his lower lip. Like a bandaid.Rip it off, get over the rejection. “I was doing some reading of the things yougave me, remember? The stuff on…sexuality, human rights, the Stonewall Riots?”

“Oh! Yes, I remember,” Phil said. He leaned forward, hisattention focused entirely on Steve. That made him feel a little better. Nomatter what, Phil had said he wouldn’t laugh. “Did you want some more stuff?”

“Well, yes, but…can I get resources on bisexuality?” heasked quietly. “I didn’t have a word for it back then, but I like…both genders.Um. Well, I know that’s not the right term for it…”

“I think I get what you’re saying,” Phil said with a smile. “I’llget you what I can and try and dig up some more for you. I’m glad you’relearning more about yourself.”

“Me too,” Steve said. Phil hadn’t laughed at all. In fact,he’d seemed really proud of Steve. That was…that felt nice. He didn’t feel sobad now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” Phil said. He made finger guns at him, their littleinside joke; the first time Phil had used the colloquialism, Steve had beenconfused. Now it just dragged a half-hearted smile from the super soldier.

“What do you do with a crush you’re pretty sure is nevergoing to happen? I never did figure that out.”

Phil considered, his brows knitting as he thought. It wascuriously adorable, and Steve had the urge to smooth the wrinkle between hisbrows with his thumb, but he refrained.

“Honestly, I’m not that brave, but if you think they wouldtake it well, I don’t see what you’d have to lose by telling them.” Phil tiltedhis head at Steve. “You’ve been thinking on this hard, I see.”

“Mm.” Steve didn’t give him a real answer this time, justput a forkful of pasta into his mouth so he’d have an excuse not to talk. Afterchewing and swallowing, he gestured at Phil. “So how’d your excursion go?”

Phil thankfully changed the subject.

------

As they were heading back to their separate vehicles, Philstopped him. Steve could see Lola just ahead, and he was parked a little behindPhil in the lot. He didn’t want to keep him any longer than he had to, so hewasn’t trying to make much conversation this time. Phil’s job was to help him.They were friends but it wouldn’t be more than that.

“Steve,” he said, his hand on his arm turning Steve to facehim. It was as natural as breathing and Steve hated himself a little bit forit. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

Steve took a deep breath. He might as well get it out in theopen.

“Not really,” he said. “I just…this has always been hard forme. I know it’s your job to hang around with me, and I just—I really like you alot and what I said about crushes is true because I’ve never really known whatto do. Especially when it’s a fella and it’s just…”

He sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair, mussing it.He felt like dirt and he was gonna just…go back to the compound and sleep. Thatseemed like a good idea.

Phil taking his hand brought his attention back to thepresent. The agent squeezed his fingers gently, his eyes warm and kind. Stevetried to brace himself.

“Steve,” Phil said, and the tone of his voice made Stevemeet his gaze. Phil wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even disgusted. Hell, he lookeddownright thrilled. “That’s the nicest thing someone’s said to me all week. Iwas joking about the date thing, but…”

When Phil closed the gap between them, Steve let him. Philmight have been the one to start the kiss, but by god, Steve gave as good as hegot, one hand cupping Phil’s jaw and pulling the agent against his chest. Theyparted, breath mingling in a sort of soft daze, Phil grinning and Steve alittle weak in the knees.

“Can we do that again?” Steve mumbled. He could feel Phil’slaughter as well as hear it, and he could honestly say he hadn’t felt this goodin a long time.

“Sure,” Phil said. “My place or yours?”

“I don’t care,” Steve said, leaning in to catch Phil’s lipsagainst his own again.

[corrodedbisexual]

Good things come to those who wait

Steddie | E | ~9.9k | AO3 link

Part 4 of Steve Harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening series

Featuring: Porn With Plot, Smut, Fluff, Morning After, Developing Relationship, Communication, Laughter, Banter, First Date, Flirting, Holding Hands, Cuddling, Dom/sub Play, Traffic Light System, Orgasm Control, Teasing, Laughter During Sex, Masturbation, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Spit Kink, Come Eating, Phone Sex, Blow Jobs, Post-Coital Cuddling, Confessions, Relationship Negotiation, Boys Kissing, Falling In Love, Dorks in Love, Gay & Inexperienced Eddie Munson, Soft Dom & Bisexual & Confident Steve Harrington, POV Alternating, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy, Robin Buckley is very big brained, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Dialogue Heavy, Seriously these boys just can't shut up, Subspace, Subdrop, Crying, Eddie goes through sub feels neither of them understand yet

"Be a good boy for me and hold off until I see you again.” Eddie’s entire body feels like an electric shock went through it. His dick twitches helplessly. “You want me to…” Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. “To not touch myself all week?” *** Eddie tries to make it through a week of sexual frustration. Steve makes sure that his obedience was worthwhile. In the meantime, the boys keep growing closer, intimately and emotionally.

Snippet below!

The phone keeps ringing as Eddie swings the bedroom door open and jogs towards it, awkwardly adjusting himself before picking up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie can’t help the joyful smile that tugs on his lips.

“Hey, Stevie.” He grabs the phone off the wall and makes sure the cord isn’t tangled around the furniture. “Hang on, just gonna… drag the phone to my room… one sec.”

“You sound a little winded, baby. Been working out?” Steve’s tone is teasing, and Eddie feels his cheeks burn.

He shuts the door again, drops the phone on the bed and flops down next to it.

“Uhhh… something like that.”

On the other end of the line, Steve chuckles. Eddie bites his lip and thinks. He’s being ridiculous, really. He doesn’t need to be hiding the truth… right? Not with everything that has transpired between them. But it still makes him agitated and hot all over. You don’t just tell a guy you’ve been touching yourself thinking about him, not in Eddie’s experience. And what if Steve thinks it’s gross?

“Thanks for the breakfast, by the way, that was… like… really sweet of you,” he says instead. “And for letting me sleep in.”

“You’re welcome.” Eddie can tell Steve’s smiling. “I gotta admit, the latter wasn’t easy, considering…” Eddie hears him inhale deeply, and realizes… Steve’s a bit nervous.

“Considering what, Stevie?” He prompts gently.

Steve hesitates for a few more seconds, but when he speaks, his voice sounds more firm.

“Considering I really wanted to ditch work and wake you up instead.”

Eddie grins and clutches the phone a little tighter to his ear.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You were all over me, and you were hard, baby. Wanna know how I’d wake you, if we had time?”

The room is suddenly way too warm again. Eddie can sort of predict what comes next, just from Steve’s tone. And yet, he still can’t fully believe this is his life now. Steve Harrington speaking filthy things into his ear.

“I’d put my hand on you. Rub your dick. See how long it takes for you to stop snoring and open those pretty big eyes for me, sleeping beauty.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie whispers under his breath, squeezing himself through the boxers.

“Would you even wake up?” Steve’s voice continues to torment him. “You seem like a heavy sleeper. Maybe you’d just hump my hand in your sleep until you came.”

“Holy shit. Steve.” Eddie’s erection has barely flagged since they started talking, and now… yeah, it was like there was no interruption at all. He bites his lip as he slips his hand under the waistband again and rubs his palm over his dick, playing out Steve’s fantasy. “I… I don’t know. Maybe.” Feeling brave all of a sudden, he adds, “Maybe you should find out. I could come over on Saturday.” He’d have to move a jam session with the guys to Friday, and come up with an excuse, but it’s doable. “So you could… do that. On Sunday morning. No work. Oh fuck…” He knows he’s panting into the speaker, knows Steve can’t not hear that.

He does. Of course he does.

“Oh wow. You were touching yourself when I called.”

Eddie lets out a winded laugh, hand still working over his dick.

“No shit, have you ever seen me working out?” He bites his lip. “Guess what I’m doing now, Stevie.”

“Oh, I know what you’re doing, baby. Having fun without me again, are you? Tsk-tsk .” Something in Steve’s voice makes Eddie pause. “It’s not fair, you know. When I can’t be there to see you, see how pretty and worked up you are for me.”

Steve Harrington will be the death of him.

“Fuck.” Eddie withdraws his hand and rolls onto his side, still hot all over, and a little embarrassed. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about… yesterday. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m thrilled that you’re thinking of me. Just… be a good boy for me and hold off until I see you again.”

Eddie’s entire body feels like an electric shock went through it. His dick twitches helplessly.

“You want me to…” Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. “To not touch myself all week?” He quickly does the mental math. That’s… five days. Five days of being constantly horny because there’s no way he’d be able to stop thinking about this call.

“I’m not a complete monster,” Steve replies teasingly. “You can do that. Scratch an itch, if you feel like. Just don’t let yourself come.”

“Oh my god.”

There’s no way he’d be able to do that. He’s always had zero patience when it came to getting himself off, but… maybe that’s kind of the whole point. The whole idea is frustrating in the best possible way, especially when he knows Steve’s getting off on this, on controlling him like this.

Eddie wonders how Steve came up with this. Was it an impromptu idea, just because he caught him like this? Or was he planning this all along? Did he fantasize about it? Jesus, he probably did. And he, Eddie Munson, has the power to please Steve like this… It’s fucking exhilarating.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice breaks the silence. “Sweetheart. Talk to me. Color?”

“Green, holy shit. This is hot as fuck. I’m going to die,” Eddie laughs, a little hysterical. “Make sure to put it on my tombstone. Here lies Eddie Munson, who died of blue balls.”

The sound of Steve’s answering laughter in his ear makes Eddie’s insides all warm and squirmy.

“You’ll survive. You want to get your reward at the end of it, don’t you?”

Eddie perks up. “Reward?” He grins. “I’m listening.”

“Nuh-huh. It’s a surprise.”

“But…”

“No buts.”

Eddie sighs dramatically.

“Oh, and Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“Good luck tomorrow. With the job. You’re gonna rock it.”

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[theresourcelibrary]

LZ Granderson for TEDx: The myth of the gay agenda

“In a funny talk with an urgent message, LZ Granderson points out the absurdity in the idea that there's a "gay lifestyle," much less a "gay agenda." What's actually on his agenda? Being a good partner -- and being a good parent.”

https://www.ted.com/talks/lz_granderson_the_myth_of_the_gay_agenda

English transcript below the break

When I was about 16 years old I can remember flipping through channels at home during summer vacation, looking for a movie to watch on HBO -- and how many of you remember "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"? Oh yeah, great movie, right? -- Well, I saw Matthew Broderick on the screen, and so I thought, "Sweet! Ferris Bueller. I'll watch this!" It wasn't Ferris Bueller. And forgive me Matthew Broderick, I know you've done other movies besides Ferris Bueller, but that's how I remember you; you're Ferris. But you weren't doing Ferris-y things at the time; you were doing gay things at the time.

He was in a movie called "Torch Song Trilogy." And "Torch Song Trilogy" was based on a play about this drag queen who essentially was looking for love. Love and respect -- that's what the whole film was about.

And as I'm watching it, I'm realizing that they're talking about me. Not the drag queen part -- I am not shaving my hair for anyone -- but the gay part. The finding love and respect, the part about trying to find your place in the world. So as I'm watching this, I see this powerful scene that brought me to tears, and it stuck with me for the past 25 years. And there's this quote that the main character, Arnold, tells his mother as they're fighting about who he is and the life that he lives.

"There's one thing more -- there's just one more thing you better understand. I've taught myself to sew, cook, fix plumbing, build furniture, I can even pat myself on the back when necessary, all so I don't have to ask anyone for anything. There's nothing I need from anyone except for love and respect, and anyone who can't give me those two things has no place in my life."

I remember that scene like it was yesterday; I was 16, I was in tears, I was in the closet, and I'm looking at these two people, Ferris Bueller and some guy I'd never seen before, fighting for love.When I finally got to a place in my life where I came out and accepted who I was, and was really quite happy, to tell you the truth, I was happily gay and I guess that's supposed to be right because gay means happy too. I realized there were a lot of people who weren't as gay as I was -- gay being happy, not gay being attracted to the same sex. In fact, I heard that there was a lot of hate and a lot of anger and a lot of frustration and a lot of fear about who I was and the gay lifestyle.

Now, I'm sitting here trying to figure out "the gay lifestyle," "the gay lifestyle," and I keep hearing this word over and over and over again: lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle. I've even heard politicians say that the gay lifestyle is a greater threat to civilization than terrorism. That's when I got scared. Because I'm thinking, if I'm gay and I'm doing something that's going to destroy civilization, I need to figure out what this stuff is, and I need to stop doing it right now. (Laughter)

So, I took a look at my life, a hard look at my life, and I saw some things very disturbing. (Laughter)And I want to begin sharing these evil things that I've been doing with you, starting with my mornings. I drink coffee. Not only do I drink coffee, I know other gay people who drink coffee. I get stuck in traffic -- evil, evil traffic. Sometimes I get stuck in lines at airports.

I look around, and I go, "My God, look at all these gay people! We're all trapped in these lines! These long lines trying to get on an airplane! My God, this lifestyle that I'm living is so freaking evil!"

I clean up. This is not an actual photograph of my son's room; his is messier. And because I have a 15-year-old, all I do is cook and cook and cook. Any parents out there of teenagers? All we do is cook for these people -- they eat two, three, four dinners a night -- it's ridiculous! This is the gay lifestyle.

And after I'm done cooking and cleaning and standing in line and getting stuck in traffic, my partner and I, we get together and we decide that we're gonna go and have some wild and crazy fun.(Laughter) We're usually in bed before we find out who's eliminated on "American Idol." We have to wake up and find out the next day who's still on because we're too freaking tired to hear who stays on. This is the super duper evil gay lifestyle. Run for your heterosexual lives, people. (Applause)

When my partner, Steve, and I first started dating, he told me this story about penguins. And I didn't know where he was going with it at first. He was kind of a little bit nervous when he was sharing it with me, but he told me that when a penguin finds a mate that they want to spend the rest of their life with, they present them with a pebble -- the perfect pebble. And then he reaches into his pocket, and he brings this out to me. And I looked at it, and I was like, this is really cool.

And he says, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

So I wear this whenever I have to do something that makes me a little nervous, like, I don't know, a TEDx talk. I wear this when I am apart from him for a long period of time. And sometimes I just wear it just because.

How many people out there are in love? Anyone in love out there? You might be gay. (Laughter)Because I, too, am in love, and apparently that's part of the gay lifestyle that I warned you about.(Applause) You may want to tell your spouse. Who, if they're in love, might be gay as well. How many of you are single? Any single people out there? You too might be gay! Because I know some gay people who are also single. It's really scary, this gay lifestyle thing; it's super duper evil and there's no end to it! It goes and goes and engulfs!

It's really quite silly, isn't it? That's why I'm so happy to finally hear President Obama come out and say (Applause) that he supports -- (Applause) that he supports marriage equality. It's a wonderful day in our country's history; it's a wonderful day in the globe's history to be able to have an actual sitting president say, enough of this -- first to himself, and then to the rest of the world. It's wonderful.

But there's something that's been disturbing me since he made that remark just a short time ago.And that is, apparently, this is just another move by the gay activists that's on the gay agenda. And I'm disturbed by this because I've been openly gay now for quite some time. I've been to all of the functions, I've been to fundraisers, I've written about the topic, and I have yet to receive my copy of this gay agenda. (Laughter) I've paid my dues on time, (Laughter) I've marched in gay pride flags parades and the whole nine, and I've yet to see a copy of the gay agenda. It's very, very frustrating, and I was feeling left out, like I wasn't quite gay enough.

But then something wonderful happened: I was out shopping, as I tend to do, and I came across a bootleg copy of the official gay agenda.

And I said to myself, "LZ, for so long, you have been denied this. When you get in front of this crowd, you're gonna share the news. You're gonna spread the gay agenda so no one else has to wonder, what exactly is in the gay agenda? What are these gays up to? What do they want?"

So, without further ado, I will present to you, ladies and gentlemen -- now be careful, 'cause it's evil -- a copy, the official copy, of the gay agenda. (Music) The gay agenda, people! (Applause) There it is! Did you soak it all in? The gay agenda.

Some of you may be calling it, what, the Constitution of the United States, is that what you call it too? The U.S. Constitution is the gay agenda. These gays, people like me, want to be treated like full citizens and it's all written down in plain sight. I was blown away when I saw it. I was like, wait, this is the gay agenda? Why didn't you just call it the Constitution so I knew what you were talking about? I wouldn't have been so confused; I wouldn't have been so upset. But there it is. The gay agenda. Run for your heterosexual lives.

Did you know that in all the states where there is no shading that people who are gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered can be kicked out of their apartments for being gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered? That's the only reason that a landlord needs to have them removed, because there's no protection from discrimination of GLBT people. Did you know in the states where there's no shading that you can be fired for being gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered? Not based upon the quality of your work, how long you've been there, if you stink, just if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered. All of which flies in the face of the gay agenda, also known as the U.S. Constitution. Specifically, this little amendment right here:

"No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States."

I'm looking at you, North Carolina. But you're not looking at the U.S. Constitution. This is the gay agenda: equality. Not special rights, but the rights that were already written by these people -- these elitists, if you will. Educated, well-dressed, (Laughter) some would dare say questionably dressed.(Laughter) Nonetheless, our forefathers, right? The people that, we say, knew what they were doing when they wrote the Constitution -- the gay agenda, if you will. All of that flies in the face of what they did.

That is the reason why I felt it was imperative that I presented you with this copy of the gay agenda.Because I figured if I made it funny, you wouldn't be as threatened. I figured if I was a bit irreverent, you wouldn't find it serious. But when you see the map, and you see our state of Michigan -- it's legal to fire someone for being gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered, that it's legal to remove someone from their home because they're gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered, then you realize that this whole conversation about marriage equality is not about stripping someone's rights away, it's about granting them the rights that [have] already been stated. And we're just trying to walk in those rights that have already been stated, that we've already agreed upon. There are people living in fear of losing their jobs so they don't show anyone who they really are right here at home. This isn't just about North Carolina; all those states that were clear, it's legal.

If I could brag for a second, I have a 15-year-old son from my marriage. He has a 4.0. He is starting a new club at school, Policy Debate. He's a budding track star; he has almost every single record in middle school for every event that he competed in. He volunteers. He prays before he eats. I would like to think, as his father -- and he lives with me primarily -- that I had a little something to do with all of that. I would like to think that he's a good boy, a respectful young man. I would like to think that I've proven to be a capable father. But if I were to go to the state of Michigan today, and try to adopt a young person who is in an orphanage, I would be disqualified for only one reason: because I'm gay. It doesn't matter what I've already proven, what I can do with my heart. It's because of what the state of Michigan says that I am that I am disqualified for any sort of adoption. And that's not just about me, that's about so many other Michiganders, U.S. citizens, who don't understand why what they are is so much more significant than who they are.

This story just keeps playing over and over and over again in our country's history. There was a time in which, I don't know, people who were black couldn't have the same rights. People who happened to be women didn't have the same rights, couldn't vote. There was a point in our history in which, if you were considered disabled, that an employer could just fire you, before the Americans with Disabilities Act. We keep doing this over and over again.

And so here we are, 2012, gay agenda, gay lifestyle, and I'm not a good dad and people don't deserve to be able to protect their families because of what they are, not who they are. So when you hear the words "gay lifestyle" and "gay agenda" in the future, I encourage you to do two things:One, remember the U.S. Constitution, and then two, if you wouldn't mind looking to your left, please. Look to your right. That person next to you is a brother, is a sister. And they should be treated with love and respect. Thank you.