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By definition you can't accidentally queerbait. Queerbaiting is specifically using a same sex pair from the show to market the show to queer audiences with no intention of ever following through on a romantic relationship.

There is officially licensed Destiel merch signed off on by Kripke. Teen Wolf had a commercial with the actors for Derek and Stiles draped over each other talking about being "on a ship." Both shows actively used scenes between them as marketing while actively mocking fans for wanting them together. Sherlock has multiple characters refer to Johnlock as a couple, including characters we're supposed to believe are never wrong about human behavior and pushed those scenes in marketing. Then they acted insulted when fans saw them as a couple.

That's queerbaiting.

Done on accident it would just be queer subtext. Done because they had no other choice due to censorship is queer coding.

The specific meaning of the word is really starting to get lost and it's a pretty important one to keep accurate. It describes a very specific phenomenon that was done repeatedly and maliciously for decades and is meant to examine that specifically.

My beloved enemy

Steve frowned. Which one of his jobs wasn't a real job? He'd sat through 5 hours of training tapes just to work at Scoops.

"I don't know what you mean. I don't have any non essential purchases there, except when I buy you movie tickets." Steve said, semi accusatorially. He loved going to movies with Dustin, he wasn't going to stop otherwise he might actually fracture the last wall he had up in his head that stopped him from going fully insane. Still though, don't throw rocks in glass houses.

"Right here, I looked through the last two years of your finances." Dustin grabbed a highlighter and ran it over a couple sections on the paper. "Every about 6 months, you spend 400$. I don't know what the company is, I don't recognize the name but-"

Steve's eyes caught the name, and he most certainly did know.

"No. Out of the question, Henderson. Never. That is essential." Steve snapped, getting a startled look from Dustin, which was quickly replaced by what he could only describe as a hyena esque hunger for laughter.

"What is it?" Dustin asked eagerly, scooching forward in his seat across from Steve at the diner. "Is it embarrassing? Oh, I know. STD testing, right?"

"I'm not the one having sex with everything that moves in my university." Steve shot back, and Dustin just batted his eyes.

"I keep it wrapped, like you told me, Mom." Steve flipped him off.

"It's not testing, okay?" Steve shifted in his seat, snagging his milkshake back from Dustin. "It's...I don't actually have to tell you anything, you know. We're two grown men, two adults, separate people. Maybe, you know, Henderson, it would do you some good to learn boundaries. You've heard that word before, right?" Steve asked, but he purposely didn't meet Dustin's eyes. That was dangerous.

"Mm, mhmm." Dustin agreed, nodding his head repeatedly, looking hooked on Steve's every word. "Of course."

"Friends don't fib, or whatever." Steve told him wearily.

"Not how the saying goes," Dustin responded, before putting his chin in his hands and looking at Steve with piranha like intensity. "What is it, Steve?"

Steve chewed on his lip, eyes focused on the dead fly in the windowsill. That was probably a health hazard. He could probably report that, get the diner shut down, and avoid this conversation for a few minutes at least.

"Steeeeeeve," Dustin called, kicking his shin lightly under the table. "Come on, I'm not going to laugh at you. Not that much anyway. It'll be tasteful."

"I wear contacts, okay?" Steve huffed, finally looking up at him. "I go in every 6 months to get a new pair, plus the drops and solution, everything I need. That money is for my contact lenses."

Dustin looked like his brain was rebooting for a moment. "... Wait, you need glasses?"

He was horrifically near sighted, and had learned to maneuver his house by feeling alone without being able to see solid forms after many a bruised hip. "Yes," Steve admitted, chewing on the word.

"Oh my god," Dustin breathed out, with a surprised laugh. "Steve Harrington is a four eyed nerd."

"I will actually kill you, Henderson."