#LESBIAN ERICA IS SO REAL

[rucow]

i rewatched the 2004 film and immediately drew this afterwards bc im a lesbian and the outfitting in that end scene altered my brain chemistry 👉👈 close-up under read more :)

sorry to make her cry but she was an emotional wreck anyway so<3

[canopicfemme]

if gothcleats becomes canon you will never hear from me again. i don’t think it will bc they said awhile ago that they won’t do pc/pc romance but…..yk. scary is a LESBIAN like gothcleats is a lesbian and her bi bestie they do NOT kiss. (this is /lh if you like gothcleats please do not murder me ty ty)

[hitlikehammers]

Rockstar!Eddie Leaves What He Had With Steve Behind in Hawkins 💔 to Chase His Dreams 🎸

(so why is it that he’s back in Steve’s bed Hawkins every couple months for ‘very pressing reasons’ that are straining Steve’s heart honestly anything but? 🫤❤️‍🩹🥺)

NOTE: this was originally a fill from @eddiemunsonbingo AGES ago, and I’m only bringing it over here NOW because something for the @steddielovemonth is going to be posted soon that is a standalone in its universe, but also very much a sequel to it ♥️

Steve really does try not to think about it in terms of…time.

Maybe that’s foolish. It’s mostly denial. Lots of it isn’t reliable anyway: the score his body keeps isn’t accurate, war-time left over from too many near-misses with a fucking alternate dimension but the popping in his joints and the ringing in his ears and the white hair he pulled out of his scalp and stared blankly at in the sink for a good twenty minutes: those are real things, but they don’t chart the passage of days, of hours, months and fucking years with any real meaning.

It’s been four years. Roughly. Depending on what the start point is. Whether it’s that Spring Break. Whether it’s the first winter. Or the spring after, when Robin begged him to go with her—there’s still time. She still begs, because they still talk given the thread inside them stays tied unbreakable to one another, oblivious to miles between. Maybe it’s measuring from the graduations, the kids—only Erica’s left at Hawkins High, now, though Steve gets calls from the whole bunch of them, Eleven the most, which was maybe surprising, then it’s a good split between Dustin and Will, another surprise. Max calls enough but her calls are calls, with a weight most of the others lack. Lucas’s calls aren’t super frequent but always long, mostly because he talks around the point forever, whatever the point happens to be. Even Mike usually ends up on the other end of the line once a month. It’s…that could be where the time starts from.

Or it could be the summer, that first summer. The one that taught Steve what it was to have a heart just to fucking break it.

Could be that. Impossible to say.

(It’s been 3 years, 7 months, and 14 days. Steve had only counted in retrospect, in the wreckage left behind, because while he’d known there was a deadline in it, to it all, he’d thought he could be enough. That he could change a mind. He’d thought…

Foolish things. Bullshit. Didn’t matter. Could be any fucking date.)

But since the point's come up, and it’s front of Steve’s mind, his least favorite (most favorite) place to find it: he hadn’t expected it. Robin liked to say she saw the signs but. Steve hadn’t watched it happen in slow motion because there wasn’t a single goddamn slow thing about it. Which was…for whatever it was worth, Steve knew falling fast and hard and with everything he was had maybe failed him every time, thus far, but at least he knows that for him?

That means it’s real. He’s all in. He might not be met equal on the other side of the equation—hadn’t been yet, maybe wouldn’t be ever, but he wasn’t having any luck trying to fucking change that fact so, learning to work with what he had was the best he could do. And he had love. He’d never been able to name it to himself so far: not before, and certainly never since. But.

Figuring out the sexuality thing had been a not-bathroom-but-definitely-floor talk on the shitty Family Video carpet sometime around November of ‘85. Slow days, idle comments, and Robin’s suspiciously-but-reliably-gentle-when-the-need-was-dire hand to his shoulder to say no, no: actually wanting to kiss people of any gender wasn’t really…the default Steve had always expected it had to be. How could anyone look at, say, Harrison Ford and not think, oh yeah, I would at least suck his face?

Turned out probably at least half the people on the planet. As in the straight guys and the lesbians. Steve had spent the majority of three days on that disgusting fucking carpet, open to close, popping up to ask Robin if she was sure because what about—

She was sure. And eventually, through a couple of needs for deep breathing and a handful of assurances that it was okay to cry—he appreciated that, but he kept the crying to his room after these long-ass shifts and if Robin stayed for some of those times, that was because she was half his head, half his heart, and she knew what he was going to do sometimes before he did.

They did end up on the floor of his bathroom, a clean one for once, at one point. Maybe because they both held to tradition. Maybe because Steve had largely come to terms with the mindfuck of yet another piece of his world, his self unravelling and rewriting itself, and thought the vodka in his dad’s liquor cabinet was a good way to celebrate. The label was entirely in Russian and Robin had been practicing on hers, said she was pretty sure it was the good shit.

Sometimes you can drink enough of the best shit on an empty stomach, though, and still spew the whole of it up.

Steve sometimes does think he drinks his dad’s best liquor that way on purpose, though. Delightful going down and yeah, it sucks to chuck it up but. The idea that it’s ultimately wasted feels…right.

Anyway: Steve had settled with it all by New Year's, and while he’d hosted the rugrats who could only blabber about their latest campaign with their epic DM, and he’d kissed Robin when the clock turned, well. It felt like a new start, a fresh page.

Something that had the chance at being a good thing.

And nothing much happened in the two-and-a-half-months that followed save for finally catching a glimpse of the D&D god who ran their little club while he was idling in his car to pick up the shitheads, this legendary DM who did not make Steve jealous one tiny bit and who was cool and was edgy and was so fuckin’ cool, Steve, did we tell you got cool he is?! and Steve had said language as monotone as he could before he squinted as out came all the metal and the ink and he’d said your club president dude is Eddie goddamn Munson and he should have kept his mouth shut because the amount of talking that ensued left him with a headache the size of Montana; but.

That was really all that happened until about…mid-March.

Then Spring Break happened.

It could be argued Eddie and Steve grew close enough to pass the acquaintances benchmark, ended up as at least tentative friends on top of necessary battle mates as early as the Upside Down. Whatever reason Eddie gave, he jumped in after Steve. Whatever speech Steve landed on, he didn’t want Dustin orEddie hurt.

It could be argued Steve wasn’t paying attention and didn’t stop in time and landed in the land of Tentative Friends You Wouldn’t Mind Added Benefits With after the…at least after the way Eddie leaned in close and his lips we so red and he called Steve big boy and…

Yeah.

When Steve carries what may or may not be Eddie’s still fucking corpse out of the Upside Down—he can’t tell, every time he tries to check again his own heart's too loud, his own breaths too shaky—but by then, they’re family. Bound in blood. Steve would die for him, like the others. He won’t let him die, if he can fucking help it.

Between him and Max, Steve almost crashes, breaks. Steve’s there when Max’s fingers twitch and he laughs with tears in his eyes and hands over hands and tells her he loves her and he’s sorry and he’s there, tries to talk around the letter he opened and resealed without evidence because Steve knows some tricks too, okay, and her words had broken him but now he could live up to what she thought she was leaving behind, could make sure she had every goddamn thing she thought she was giving up in spades, to roll around in in abundance. He was going to take care of her, whatever she needed. Whatever it took.

Her lips had quirked and the doctors called coincidence, don’t get your hopes up but; Steve knew Max. That was all her.

And there were more tears, he let her fucking feel them; he fucking hoped she’d notice, and remember, and give him so much shit.

Eddie takes longer, pulls out of the woods enough to exhale a few days later, and the way Steve slips out to find the hospital chapel, the only goddamn place he won’t be found by anyone he knows, and bawls his goddamn eyes out?

It’s family, and it’s love because it’s family but…it’s been so quick. It’s been intense, and that probably speeds it along but…

Shit. Shit.

That’s when Steve knows he sets a new goddamn record for himself and falls hard and heavy and stupidin, like, a week and change. Jesus Christ.

It’s in the recovery that they build something though. Something that’s not trauma or terror or the threat of imminent death. Steve spends most of his hours between two hospital rooms listening to progress reports and taking notes and the kids gravitate toward Max—Dustin would have been the outlier but Steve knows he’s not ready, and so he gives his own updates just to his brother when he drives him home after visiting hours—but that means Steve’s Eddie’s most common conversation partner. They talk about bullshit. Steve defends a-ha to the last breath he has. Eddie’s rendered speechless for a second and then frantic when challenged to pick his favorite band. Again when it’s his favorite song, from his favorite band. And again when it’s his favorite song of any song, ever at all. Steve's heart swells in the watching. He’s foolish enough to bask in the glittering of Eddie’s eyes when Steve indulges in talking, scene by scene as guided by the master in the bed beside him, about what his opinions on Star Wars really were. And then guided by no one, just invited to share what his opinions are on the last movie he saw and loved: which was Weird Science, the last movie he watched in a theatre because he and Robin had gone to face their fear or some shit after Starcourt and it was easier than he’d expected. Eddie listens, and nods, and asks if they can rent it when he’s out, before making sure to add  but you should really have a new choice like, eight months later, man, you work at a video store.

Steve was mostly just focused on Eddie more than implying, of his own volition, that he wanted to have a movie night.

Eddie’s released before Max, largely for mobility reasons, so they both go to visit her now. Robin’s put on the night shift when they schedule their movie night and Steve immediately moves to reschedule but she says no, she’s seen it, make Eddie suffer this time. So it’s just them.

They sit closer than they have to, on the couch.

And it’s little things that build from there. Max’s physical therapy is a government secret, like some fancy space-age protocol that has real hopes to put her on her feet again so she needs a ride, and while they could take turns, Steve and Eddie just take turns as to which vehicle they hop into to drive her. They stay when she needs them—not when she asks because she’s Max and she never asks—but it ends up three days a week back and forth and during: together.

And a lot of nights, for a movie or a smoke or a nightmare or a pulled stitch before they’re all taken out: together.

And shifts where Steve doesn’t even bother to bring his own lunch because Eddie Munson, unpredictable and wholly forgetful super-super senior—who Nancy and Hopper and most of all Joyce convinced the School would be finishing his final senior year at home save for tests, and only that once he was cleared by his doctors—that Eddie Munson brought Steve something every single time he worked. A burger, a chili dog, chicken fucking nuggets. A PB&J clearly homemade and cut diagonal.

So yeah. It starts out how it does when Steve’s in trouble. But it builds like…Steve’s never known before.

They kiss in May. Maybe so that it’s not their first, and a total cliche, when Steve kisses him for graduation behind the bleachers.

The sleep together after graduation, high on the thrill of it, and that’s maybe a cliche but Steve could not give a shit less.

And then they're EddieandSteve, only to find out they have been for a while; and this is just something a little deeper, a little bit more.

In ways that mean everything.

Looking back, Steve knows Eddie never minced words about his plan to leave Hawkins in the fall. With a mixtape and a prayer if I have to, Stevie-boy, he’d said once even, and Steve had laughed.

He’d fucking laughed.

So he’d known.

But July bleeds into August and Steve…Steve’s in love, okay, for real in a way that he’s never felt before. Right in a way he’s never felt before. He kinda just…overlooks it. Because Eddie seems to be at least on the same wavelength. Touches him first, reaches for him first: wants him. Looks at him with not just desire or attraction but…something no one’s ever looked at Steve with before.

And so he hopes. More than hopes.

But when Eddie starts packing, Steve can’t breathe.

He buys a set of luggage and goes home to start the same, has half of his not-excessive possessions shoved in when he realizes:

He’s not invited. Eddie’s never asked him to come.

Looking back, he’s afraid he wasted too much of those last weeks. Scared of giving too much away, the hurt from so many sides and the heartache that’s already taking root, but also: the way he clings, but tries not to make it obvious.

Fuck; but of course it was gonna be obvious, and how much energy did he waste, how many opportunities slipped by, because Steve was trying not to give away that Eddie leaving—to get away from a town that hated him, to try and make a real go with his music, to be anywhere without Steve so he could live out the dreams that predated Steve, that Steve had no place in—to try not to give away that all of it; it’d fucking destroy him.

Steve doesn’t know, to this day, how he stood and let Eddie kiss him breathless out the driver-side window, how he waved until Eddie was out of sight. He doesn’t know.

Kind of like he doesn’t know how he fucking keeps doing it.

Eddie throws tapes to every radio station with Van Halen or other top-played bands written on the insert in sharpie like that gives nothing away, and sneaks a demo in every underpaid delivery boy’s hands to record executives as he drives to the West Coast, sends Steve postcards what seems like has to be every goddamn day, filled up with his rambling until there’s no space left, has to draw lines around Steve’s address to make it clear where the damn thing’s going lest it get confused. Like they’re SteveandEddie still. Like only…only the things that changed after graduation are gone.

Steve sobs after about a month of it all, grateful and resentful, hateful and still so goddamn full of love it’s sickening. Literally, it makes him feel nauseous. He…

He keeps every postcard.

When one of them comes to say some idiot in San Francisco accidentally played Corroded Coffin on what’s apparently an important station, and Eddie got a letter in response from one of the labels, he says he’s coming back for the boys, they need to be ready. Steve knows he’s not one of the boys, but.

Eddie wouldn’t have told Steve he was coming if it wouldn’t matter to Steve. And maybe Eddie wasn’t in love with him anymore, maybe never was in love with him.

But he’d be lying if he said he thought Eddie didn’t love him. In a different way. A…you-don’t-get-to-come-with-me-but-I’d-still-want-to-see-you-when-I-stop-back kind of way.

And Steve…Steve’s not a fucking monk or anything. But even Robin doesn’t try to push him when he finally just tells her what he feels, lovesick and pathetic as it is:

I gave everything I had to someone else, and it’d be different if I wanted to back, to give again, but…I don’t.

I don’t want it back, not from him. Not if any part of him, wants to keep any part of it.

And because she’s Robin, she knows he means something else when he says ‘it’. And because she’s Robin? She’d push if she thought it was worth it.

She just holds him, and that’s really the best thing he could ask for.

But it becomes a thing. The boys go with Eddie, and they record new shit to impress...whoever. And they do. They come back for Halloween, because Eddie loves it. The label’s dragging its feet, but they’re not deterred, they’re energized. They come back for Thanksgiving because Wayne loves it—except he doesn’t, Steve knows that, Wayne actually hates trying to make a bird and Eddie had lamented more than once that they ended up with lunchmeat cut into cubes one year when Wayne was particularly frustrated with the process. They go out East, and try a few studios in New York. They come back for Christmas.

Eddie spends most of his time with Steve. Steve doesn’t fucking fight that; wants it…like…

There’s nothing to compare how he wants it to. Nothing exists that fits.

Eddie spends most of the time that he spends with Steve, though?

In Steve’s bed.

And here’s the thing: Steve had a decent amount of experience to compare to, but once they’d fallen into a rhythm, got past the awkward bits, the learning curve? Sex with Eddie had been a goddamn revelation. Not just because he was a man—after he’d left, Steve had forced himself to try, and dispelled that possibility quick as hell—and now?

Now, it’s like they never stopped. Every fucking time, it’s like they never stopped.

Steve’s not surprised in the slightest that he remembers every give and tell of Eddie’s body—of course he goddamn does—but that Eddie doesn’t miss a beat in touching, sucking, licking, worshippingSteve’s? That’s insane. That’s…

Unexpected. Every time it’s unexpected and every time Steve’s shown he wasn’t forgotten when he probably should have been. Eddie’s building a life that doesn’t include him.

He’ll only get in the way.

But Steve is selfish and stubborn and maybe it’s often, like almost strangely so, but it’s only a week or two at a go so he tells himself he’s allowed. He tells himself that it felt like making love in the beginning because Steve was in love, and that it still feels exactly the same because Steve…Steve never stopped.

Steve is still just as goddamn in love.

So yeah. Steve sleeps with Eddie and it’s like…it’s like rationed air. He gets a regular taste and he gets to keep breathing.

And it’s okay. Probably more then. Because he gets Eddie—even a little bit. Even just in scraps. When he has Eddie?

He has him, even for moments that were never made to last.

It’s Easter, this time. The band put out their first record in January. It’s doing really well. Eddie’s over the moon. Someone called about a magazine cover for a publication in Cleveland that’s apparently kind of a big deal, Alt..something. Steve will buy every copy in a fucking 100-mile radius. 200 miles. 500—

It’s Easter. Eddie didn’t lament not celebrating it after Spring Break in ‘86 but he’s back every year now. And if it’s just…come to mean something, or maybe did then and circumstances won out against it? Steve will be here. Steve will be comfort and a reprieve or a hot as hell romp with a familiar body, Steve will…

Yeah. Steve will do whatever’s needed. Wanted. Anything.

Pathetic.

But so much better than nothing.

Case in point: they’re both naked, sweat mostly dried, sharing a joint and it’s comfortable. It’s quiet and gentle and put up against sitting alone on a weeknight, not with Eddie?

It’s heaven.

“So when’s the dream happening?”

Steve looks cross-eyed toward his lips; he hasn’t smoked this thing long enough to have heard wrong. He squints up at Eddie, whose chest he’s laid out on, confused. Offers him the smoke but he waves it away.

“The dream?” Steve asks finally, when Eddie doesn’t seem to want to answer on his own.

Eddie looks at him weird. Not weird for its own sake but like: like he’s staring into him, and then like he’s disbelieving, but then also like he’s seeing him for the first time.

That kind of weird.

“Getting the fuck out of here,” Eddie answers like it’s obvious. “White picket fence. Little nuggets.” He spreads his hands as wide as possible without tossing Steve from where he lies. “See the sights.”

And Steve’s response is immediate. Doesn’t even require a thought.

He laughs. Like, ugly-laughs.

“Man,” he shakes his head as he catches his breath, and passes the joint off this time with purpose, not an offer or a choice as he snorts a little; “that’s not the dream.”

When Eddie doesn’t grab the smoke, Steve finally looks up. Eddie…

Eddie looks like what Steve’s always struggled to understand the word ‘poleaxed’ to mean. He thinks it might be this.

He looks…like something stuck him through the gut. Slapped him silly across the face.

“What d’ya mean?” And it’s just three words, one that’s a cheat, and he says it slow enough to take an age.

Steve breathes out, and then, if he’s gonna be honest, and if he has to keep holding the damn thing anyway, decides to take another drag before speaking:

“Figured out what the dream was, inside the dream,” Steve says, wondering if he’ll get away with the vagary; knowing he won’t.

“All we see or seem?” Eddie jokes a little, but it falls flat, his tone eerily kinda…strained but hollow.

“I like poetry.” Steve smiles up at him, soft, and offers the joint again straight to Eddie’s lips. He takes it this time.

“It was about family. It was about stability, not,” Steve shakes his head, stops talking half-assed around the lungful he’s holding, and lets it out slow; “not in a place, fuck, not in a house, but,” a person he doesn’t say, but he hears it in his head; “it was about sharing it.”

And that's it. That’s the simplest, most straightforward truth. Steve doesn’t think there’s anything complicated, or offensive in it. Hard to swallow. Even if he’s come to terms with it. Is mostly at peace with it.

Which is why it’s weird, that Eddie feels suddenly rigid beneath him.

So Steve turns, and braces his hand on Eddie's chest for balance, and frowns when he doesn’t even have to push down to feel the way his heart’s a fucking riot.

“What?” Steve asks, gentle; Eddie’s face is a portrait of conflict, of distress and Steve can’t fucking figure out why, they just came like four times between them and are sharing some very nice Cali weed—they’re nestled close, they’re together, it’s…

Eddie’s quiet, his breath disconcertingly steady for how his pulse pounds, and then he breathes out slow before covering his face:

“I don’t think I can fuck this up any worse than I already have, so,” he mutters, dejected for reasons Steve can’t even guess, then he laughs, humorless, shakes his head:

“Let me try, I guess.”

Steve frowns, uncomprehending, until:

“I’ve been in love with you forever.”

Steve thinks the world stops. His heart does, at least. Suspended. Silent so he doesn’t miss a syllable.

“And I told myself,” Eddie bites at his lip, worries at the bottom swell; “end of that summer, from the very first, I said: don’t ask him to come with you, even if it breaks your heart,” and oh god, oh god after all this time: Steve doesn’t think he’s projecting to hear the genuinely broken heart in those words for just remembering.

“Don’t ask him to settle, you’re not even in the same universe of what he wants,” fuck, what lies Eddie’s saying; did he believe them? Has he always—“what he needs.”

But Eddie is everything he needs, always was, will always be—

“You’ll never have the picket fence. You can’t give him his nuggets. You should never be trusted to park a Winnebago.”

They could have had a shitty studio apartment. They could have had the kids in college. They could have run the BMW until it died, or sold it to put toward a better van for equipment. They could have—

“You’re selfish, Munson, you’re a rat fucking bastard but,” Eddie’s still going, heart still hammering under Steve’s touch even as Eddie swallows hard and fails to smile, looks ill with the attempt like it hurts to try: “you love him too much for that.”

Oh. Oh god.

“It didn’t break my heart, though,” Eddie clears his throat and glances away, to the ceiling, eyes too bright: oh fuck; “broke my goddamn soul,” and a tear falls, and Steve can’t help but wipe it away, and kiss the track. Even just once.

So he does.

“When I saw you again that first time back,” Eddie starts again, voice rougher and shakier as he reaches a hand for Steve’s. “I could have asked the boys to fly out, the execs offered, but,” and this time, the attempt to grin is more successful, like a weight’s lifted from it: “and you smiled at me, it felt like,” and when he shakes his head this time it’s for disbelief, but the kind that comes with awe; “and when we slotted back together like we’d never been apart, it was…”

Eddie’s voice trails, but it cracks at the end—Steve doesn’t know which does more to stop his words.

He’s grateful, relieved, when they come back. He’s powerless but to give when Eddie touches his cheek so gentle and breathes:

“And I had to tell myself again, and again,” he murmurs, stroking Steve’s skin like he’s precious: “you love him too much to take his dream away from him.”

“What did it matter?” Steve can’t help but ask, no malice in it, just the need to understand. “You had your dream, you have—“

They have a contract. They have an album climbing the charts. They’re not just on their way—they’re there. The only next step is to get bigger, and bigger, and—

“Dreams within dreams, wasn’t it?” Eddie murmurs close to Steve’s cheek, where maybe he’s pressing to be close, or maybe he’s hiding a little, so Steve strokes his hair because he can either way and relishes how Eddie leans, melts into it like always. “Inside the dream?”

Steve nods, more to encourage more words. More Eddie.

“Break my dream open and there’s you with me, every step,” Eddie whispers, his lips warm on Steve’s skin. “Break my heart open, same damn thing,” and that causes Steve to shudder, and his heart to pick up now, too. “Both just kinda crumble if you take out the center.”

Steve can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Wants to. Doesn’t think they’re lies. It’s just, he…

“Those,” Steve tries to speak but his voice cracks; he clears his throat and kicks his lips while he tucks Eddie into his neck, under his chin: “those would be good lyrics.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head and nuzzles Steve’s throat with the motion and this can’t be happening.

This can’t be happening, can it?

“No, those words were only ever meant just for you.”

And Eddie kisses the pulse point close to his mouth and holds there, like a sentry and a miser, and holy shit.

Holy shit.

“And I don’t know,” Eddie’s saying more, but it’s pitchy, thready, like he’s barely holding the words together at all; “I don’t know if it’s nostalgia, or convenience, or routine,” his voice breaks again and the sob’s in the word when it comes even if it’s not streaming down on his cheeks: “pity,” and no, no, not fucking ever, how—

“I was never your dream then, and I don’t even know if I can be your inside-dream now, and,” Eddie’s rambling, and he does that when he’s desperate, when he’s overwhelmed and overfull with feeling—and Steve knows that. Steve knows that about him.

Steve knows. Better than he knows himself, Steve still knows him.

“I just want the world for you,” Eddie whispers, stroking up and down Steve’s jaw; “my sweetheart. My sunshine,” he smiles so real and soft and Steve melts, like the heart in his chest starts spilling through his ribs, warm and liquid: “you deserve more than the world, more than fuckin’ me and I,” Eddie shakes his head again, more this time like he’s stopping himself, like it’s a defense mechanism and Steve reaches for his cheeks, broad palms on either side to hold him still because…he doesn’t want Eddie to stop.

Ever.

“Did I ruin it?” Eddie breathes, and barely at that, eyes so wide and swimming and oh, god; “did I—"

And Steve can’t help it. He can’t help but kiss him with all he’s got, even if it couldn’t be all Eddie’s worth in all the world. Steve can’t contain all that Eddie’s worth.

But he can give everything, because this is the man who already has it.

“What the hell was I supposed to be to a rockstar?” Steve tries to talk through his own tight throat, his own growing smile, his own threat of tears bubbling close to the surface. “How the fuck was I ever going to measure up, ever do anything but hold you back when you could have—“

“I come back to you, for you,” Eddie answers immediate; it’s not what Steve’s asking but he won’t lie and say he didn’t want to know, at least a little. “The handful of times I’ve tried,” Eddie shakes his head once now, definitive; “I have always left my everything with you.”

The idea that Steve’s spent all this time feeling empty, and hollow, and missing the best of himself where it lived in the man he loved—the idea he was wrong, that they both were so fucking wrong is…insanity.

“I had a bag half packed.”

Steve doesn’t need to explain further. The noise Eddie makes is pure pain.

“Baby,” he nearly croons, falls into Steve somehow closer, wraps him up tighter; “I wanted to kidnap you in the night.”

“I sobbed in my bed after you were out of sight.”

“I pulled over before the town sign, because I couldn’t see the goddamn road.”

And Steve…Steve doesn’t really have a decision to make about what he says next. What dream he wants; always has.

“I never got rid of the luggage.”

And Eddie hears everything he says in those words, because after everything, Eddie Munson knows him, and…yeah.

Steve’s been kissed in a lot of ways before. By this man in particular, even.

But this: if leaving broke Eddie’s soul, if somehow the lack of Steve somehow did that?

This is…this is the body meeting another body, heart to heart and tasting the way a soul slides back in place. It's Eddie’s hands in his hair like hell never let go and he’s happy about the idea; blissful for it, even. It’s—beyond anything Steve’s ever known. So: yeah.

It’s not a decision. It’s just a fucking given.

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watcha reading?

here we go! I went a long stretch where I wasn't reading much fic at all but I've been catching up lately (the past week fjdkslj) (I've been tagged in this a couple times I think but I can't recall by who I've just had this draft in progress for a while I'm SORRY :/ )

Anyway, It's About Old Friends by @fragilecapric0rnn - endlessly complex and such a feast of character dynamics and the way they shift and change and grow over time, I cannot recommend this one enough, it's the post-UD When Harry Met Sally AU that you NEED in your life

god has never loved a woman the way I do by @judasofsuburbia - the second part in a wild west au series that is so full and real and unbelievably tender that I simply don't know what to do with myself about it. For both parts (Steddie pt. 1 and Ronance pt. 2) there is so much beautiful rumination on the nature of choice for these people and the simultaneous risk and worthiness of choosing each other like. help me???

and they were roommates by @yournowheregirl - I've only read the first part in this series but I can't wait to dive further into it. Ronance finding that no matter how nervous they were to actually go after each other there is actually so much natural simplicity to touching and feeling and kissing and!!!! joyful PWP for the girls it's what they deserve

never made it to graceland by @cheatghost - beautifully, gorgeously, perpetually ominous first chapter with such perfect Eddie-isms and Munson Family Moments and prose, just the first chapter alone has me feeling deeply fulfilled while still so ready for more. I am a lover of "the world ended but we're still here" and this is already giving me that in DROVES please join me in scratching at the walls about it

I Look to You to See the Truth by @sharpbutsoft the Erica Sinclair coming of age in her freshman year of college-slash- lesbian self discovery story of my DREAMS featuring your favorite idiot4idiot steddie and dearest robin and overall what a delight from start to finish

P.S. if you read and enjoy any of these, spread the love by letting the authors know! the community of fandom thrives when we talk to each other 💜

open tag for anyone who wants to join in on this! say I tagged you and share your newest faves with us, I wanna see 'em!

[himbosandhardwear]

Sneak peek at my next story: Rockstar Eddie, fresh out of rehab, looking to keep his nose clean, returns to Hawkins for some down home realness. Instead he receives temptations beyond anything found in a syringe: single dad Steve Harrington in a cable knit sweater.

Enjoy!

His poor nerves, fried from trauma and years of uppers, jangled under his skin at a sudden frantic knock at the front door.

A muffled, “Wayne? You home?” came next.

Eddie crouched down and skipped over to the door. Someone was trying to peek through the side window, so he flattened himself against the wall opposite and hoped they gave up and went away. If not, he'd use his coffee mug as a weapon.

He quickly chugged the dregs to empty the cup, which was probably the dumbest thing he could've done, seeing as he then did a spit take all over Steve Harrington, and the baby strapped to his chest, when he opened the door without warning.

They both squinted at him in the aftermath. The baby did some sort of delighted, bubbling giggle.

“I shouldn't have smoked with Chris before I left. He’s always sneaking shit into his weed…” That was the only explanation for the current hallucination.

“Eddie?” Steve whispered. Even though obviously, he was looking right at him.

“Uhh,” he answered, articulate and precise.

Steve absentmindedly wiped his kid off with his sleeve, Eddie noted it was a nice, thick cable knit sweater, but didn't even bother to clean his spotted glasses. “I was looking for Wayne,” he said, not breaking eye contact for a second.

Eddie couldn't look away either. “He's still at work for another hour or so.”

“Shit,” he finally looked away to do that little punch maneuver that tugged his sleeve back, to glance down at his watch, “you're right. God dammit! Sorry, love, you didn't hear that,” he muttered to his kid.

His kid! Eddie screamed internally.

“Did you need…” Eddie had no idea how to finish that sentence.

Steve took pity on him. “Holly usually watches her on the weekends but she's out with Karen doing a college tour.” He had a look about him like that sentence just took him out at the knees. Yeah. Holly should not be going to college, she should be in the fifth grade. “Anyway, I've tried everyone there is to try. Joyce is sick, Claudia is in Atlanta visiting her sister. Wayne was my last hope. I- Shit. What the fuck. Sorry, baby.” He placed his huge hands over her tiny ears.

Eddie gulped. “Sorry, dude. Just me.”

Steve blinked at him. “Could you-”

“Absolutely not.” His stomach clenched in horror. “Are you insane? I just got out of rehab.”

Steve had the decency to flinch. “I know. I, uh, I don't have any other options. My appointment is in twenty minutes and it's going to take a few hours. Could you just watch her until Wayne gets home? It won't be long and she can't walk yet so you just have to make sure everything is picked up off the floor while she scoots around. She's changed, fed, you'd just have to keep her entertained.”

Eddie was still stuck on the ‘I know’ so he hardly followed anything that came after. “No. Take her with you.”

“I can't! It's a fucking MRI, Eddie!”

He couldn't help but to flinch. Why did Steve need an MRI? What was wrong?

His upset was the only reason he felt okay blurting out, “Where's her mom?”

A dry chuckle preceded, “There is no mom. Unless you wanna count Robin for giving birth but she's about as maternal as you are.”

“Uhhhh,” Eddie droned.

“Yes, I know she's a lesbian, thanks. It was a surrogacy thing. Obviously. Anyway she's been in Chicago for the last six months. And not having to babysit was part of the agreement. We're wasting time. I know you can do this. You handled Erica Sinclair, you can handle Abby.”

He glanced down. Abby. She got Steve's brown eyes. God dammit. “Erica could walk and talk and feed herself. Probably not lick a light socket.”

He cracked a smile, despite himself. “C'mon man. She likes stories. Are you not a storyteller?”

Eddie's heart broke all over again. “I used to be.”

Something broke for Steve as well. “Please, Eddie,” he said but it sounded like ‘You owe me.’

Which…no? Eddie wasn't the one who-

“Look, just come with me to the appointment. You'll only need to hold her while I'm in the machine.”

That reminder was what did it. “Okay.”

He lit up. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” he moaned. “Just let me get dressed.”

“Oh.” Steve only seemed to register then that Eddie was standing there in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers and a tank top. “Right. Uh. I'll just get Abb back in her car seat.”

“Okay.”

They shuffled away from each other, and as soon as the door snicked shut Eddie was on the floor. He didn't have long to wallow, the hospital was like eight minutes away, but he couldn't help it. Not even in Hawkins for a full day and already he was under Steve's spell.

[will80sbyers]

like from the internet I gathered that for part of the GA the show is this thing :

They all hate each other and never talk when we don't see them on screen!!!

Will is whiny and childish and should grow up and stop talking about d&d in a show about d&d

Mike is toxic and homophobic and thinks only about Eleven

El will never be happy unless she's with Mike because she can't be happy without her relationship with Mike

Max is a bitch and corrupting Eleven, randomly, just because!

Dustin is only there to be funny, not important at all to the plot

Lucas hates Eleven because he was protective of his friends from a stranger at 12 and he's also selfish because he wanted to not get bullied at school anymore

Erica is there only to be bitchy and funny and didn't have a whole character arc of her own in s3 that brought her to embrace being a nerd in s4

Steve is the real protagonist of the show and he should have any girl he wants even if she's a LESBIAN or she doesn't love him

Nancy is a selfish bitch that doesn't care about anybody else

Jonathan is useless, just useless, never did anything for the plot at all

Argyle only there to be funny and didn't help anyone this season

Robin is annoying because she has a strong personality

Vickie is annoying because she doesn't have a defined personality yet and acted like a human being by talking too much when she's nervous

Joyce and Hopper are just there to pay the bills and make out and the Russia plot was not important

Billy is a poor misunderstood soul and did nothing wrong and was not racist

Vecna? he's lowkey right and they should all die and he's also a poor guy, so misunderstood

I ask myself on the daily what the fuck are y'all watching because this sure as hell is not Stranger Things 😂

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

just a rhyme without a reason

by doriangrayscale

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & The Party, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington & Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler Character: Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Wayne Munson, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Jason Carver, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, and ptsd, Slow Burn, Homelessness, Self-Harm through Self-Sacrifice, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 4 Rewrite, Steve Harrington Whump, No beta we die like Barb, Pining, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, light period-typical homophobia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Vague Suicidal Thoughts/Ideations, liberal use of echo and the bunnymen, Pre-Season/Series 04, I did mention angst right? Words: 78,139 Chapters: 12/12

Summary

The mall is destroyed. El’s lost her powers. Billy’s dead. So is Hopper. Steve is probably fucked up mentally for life, but what else is new? Steve has a pretty good thing going. He has kids to take care of, an awkward lesbian to advise. Max needs a big brother. Hawkins is his home, and Steve can’t just leave. Not while he’s still needed. He knows one day he won’t be. But for now, it’s enough. Or: the Harringtons sell their house before the real estate market goes belly-up. Hawkins has been going downhill for years, anyway. His parents give Steve a choice: move with them and finally take that job at his dad’s company or get left behind. For Steve, it wasn’t much of a choice at all. He may not have a house anymore, but his BMW’s backseat has served as a bed plenty of times already. No one has to know. The party has enough problems to worry about. Or: Eddie Munson worms his way into Steve’s sorry little life months before Vecna rears his ugly head. Or: Steve Harrington, a character study.

[gnomey22]

The Party Crashers as Failtopia

Failtopia, a hyperfixation I've had for nearly two years, and in those two years, has consumed almost all my waking thoughts. Party Crashers, a hyperfixation I've had for almost as long, and has been consuming me even more than Failtopia in recent weeks.

Of course I'm going to merge them together somehow! And I have a talking point in mind: Which members of the Failtopia cast it best as the Crashers? In, like, an animatic or something. I'm not talented enough to make that real, but maybe someone else is.

First off, the one that comes to mind immediately, Chi as Eevee. I barely even need to explain this one, they're both autistic, and they both live for pure chaos, even at the expense of things going horribly wrong for everyone else, or even themselves! Only difference is that Eevee is very straight, and Chi is very not straight, but they both like women, so it's fine. I also think Chi would love the Sophist outfit

Next, the other one that came to mind pretty quickly, Erica as Nick. Mainly inspired by the animatics depicting Nick as Lucina, which Nick himself really liked, so using a swordswoman to represent Nick is already a good move. In terms of personality, Erica gets pissed at everything, and so does Nick, so that fits well enough, no need for further explanation. As for their orientation, works in the same way Chi Sophist does, they both like women, and that's all which can be reasonably determined.

Moving on, for Vern and Nick's dynamic to be represented properly, the two characters must be argumentative with each other, so I'm thinking Mar as Vern. Overemotional queer guys who break gender norms, and break their own mental health even further, on a regular basis, resulting in mass destruction if they're not careful with it! Vern and Nick's weird married-couple-arguments don't translate as well with a gay guy and a lesbian, but it's funny, so that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

Finally, the one I had to actually think about, Orion as Brent. It's difficult to find characters who would be as absorbed in the mechanics of Mario Party as Brent is, as well as not having a massive ego about it, but the way I see it, Orion's swordsmanship takes a very similar form as Brent's MP skill, and much like Brent, he can definitely be pushed into doing something drastic if he believes he's under enough of a threat, although it's very rare. Orientation reasoning checks out once again because they both like women

I could see a lot of other combinations working, though, with the exception of using C!Fail to represent any of these guys, because the real Failboat has actually collaborated with them, and that wouldn't make any sense

[schrijverr]

A Behind the Scenes of: The Kids Going to College

Jonathan gives insight into the younger members of the party moving out of town and to college.

On AO3.

Ships: jargancy, steddie, byler, elumax

Warnings: minor homophobia mention

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Jonathan starts out the video like usual, however he still looks a little pale as he says: “Hi, I’m Jonathan Byers, the main photographer and editor of A Collection of Queer Photography. Today I’m giving you a behind the scene look of the kids moving to college.”

“Thanks to everyone wishing me the best, but I assure you I’m better now. Argyle has finally cleared me from bed rest,” Jonathan thanks the audience a little awkwardly yet genuine.

“But nothing to strenuous yet,” Argyle speaks up from behind the camera, like always. “I’m keeping an eye on you, baby boy.”

“I know, I’ll take it easy,” Jonathan promises with a soft smile. Then he flips open the book and says: “These are all from ‘89, just after the kids – minus Erica – graduated and most of them moved out of Hawkins as well and most went off to college.”

“We set aside 4 pages for this,” Jonathan explains. “Page 46 is of Eddie, Robin and Steve moving to Boston, while they drove Dustin to Pennsylvania. Then page 47 is of me, Argyle and Nancy road tripping with Mike and Will to Cali to drop them off at college. While is for Jane who stayed behind and page 49 is for Lucas and Max, who stayed close to her. We kind of sectioned it of to create story bubbles that are still connected.”

“So, let’s start with page 47, which has three photos on it. We first have the two that are packing up, then underneath the driving away. Starting with Bound for Boston,” Jonathan introduces.

The first photo that appears on screen is of Eddie, Robin and Steve, who are carrying boxes into the back of the van and Steve’s BMW. It’s clearly summer with the bright sky and their short clothes. Eddie has his hair tied up under his bandanna and Steve has ditched the shirt. Robin just put a box in the van and is wiping the sweat of her brow.

“We were all packing up and helping each other out. I love how casual this photo is. They’re so comfortable around each other and that oozes off this photo. It’s also very much a teenage dirtbag, youngsters getting out of town photo, which is exactly what this was for them,” Jonathan says.

He goes on to explain: “Out of the three of them, only Robs went to college. For Eddie and Steve, Boston was an escape. Eddie was never wanted by the people in Hawkins, always an outsider. He wanted to leave since he got there. Steve was more disowned by the town, reputation slowly disintegrating until there was nothing holding him there and only things pulling him away. Robin also wanted to go for a long time. Lesbian in a small town, never a good combo. I feel like part of that energy is captured in this photo. That refusal to bend to acceptance and just be comfortable together as they pack up to go.”

“I probably read too much into these things,” Jonathan chuckles, a bit embarrassed. “But for me photography is storytelling, these are the stories I see.”

“Anyway,” Jonathan clears his throat. “The one next to it is Leaving Home of Dustin saying goodbye to his mom. He belonged with Steve and Eddie on a page, the two are like his brothers and Robin also took a shine to him.”

The photo is indeed of Dustin hugging his mom, by his feet is his last bag. In the background you can see Eddie, Robin and Steve leaning against the BMW, the van next to it. They all look a little wistful at the goodbye.

“Dustin’s mom can be a little overbearing, though she does it with love,” Jonathan informs the audience. “However, the real story in this photo is how wistful the three in the background look. Of course, Eddie has Wayne and mom and dad also play a big role in their lives. But none of their mothers are there to hug them goodbye and fuss over their well being now that they’re leaving home.”

“It’s a sad moment, but a happy moment,” Jonathan comments. “I love capturing those emotions alongside each other in a photo, it translates really nicely.”

“Then underneath it is the actual going away: Driving East,” Jonathan says.

Driving East is of the BMW, van behind it, both ready to drive off. Everyone is there to wave at the two. Robin is behind the wheel of the BMW, Steve is hanging out of the window waving. In the van Eddie is driving with Dustin doing the same as Steve.

Jonathan laughs: “Eddie was so offended Steve was riding with Robin instead of him. He totally knew it was coming, but he pouted about it anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves spending time with Dustin, both of them do. I think he just had daydreams of driving off into the sunset with Steve by his side.”

“What I love about this photo is that it feel like a victory lap,” Jonathan says. “Sure, they’re just driving off, but there is this excitement to all of them. Like they’re finally breaking free. Like something has finally let them go.”

Then he is quiet for a second, just looking at the photo. Privately, Jonathan knows that what he has just said is exactly what happened. Eddie and Robin both stayed behind for Steve and Steve could not go until he had gotten the kids out of there safely. This was quite literally a victory march, they made it out of Hawkins alive. All of them. That is something to be celebrated.

He shakes the thoughts off and smiles at the camera again as he introduces: “On the next page it’s our road trip, starting with Roadside Sleepiness.”

The photo is of Mike and Will, both asleep curled into one another in the back of a car. There are boxes to be seen behind them.

“I love the movie feel of this photo. It’s such a classic coming of age moment, but then made queer and if you’ve watched other videos, you know I love making things queer in my photography,” Jonathan smiles.

“Filling the Tank is the next one and I took that moments after Roadside Sleepiness. You can still see the two in the background sleeping,” Jonathan points out.

The photo is of Argyle filling the tank, he is smiling as he pumps gas, looking very casual. Nancy is checking a map next to him and Mike and Will are vaguely made out through the window.

“I love watching Argyle and Nancy organizing stuff and being adults,” Jonathan confesses, blushing lightly. “I’ve kind of had to be responsible for a lot since I was young, so getting to sit back and watch them is really nice.”

“You’ll never have to organize anything else again, if we have anything to say about it, buttercup,” Argyle promises from behind the camera, making Jonathan’s blush deepen as he ducks his head, small smile playing on his lips.

“Thanks, Argyle,” he softly replies.

There’s a quiet beat, before Jonathan goes back to talking like nothing happened. One plus side to being an awkward person, is that you get really good at going on after an awkward moment has occurred.

“I struggled a lot with putting in photos of us,” Jonathan confesses. “I documented a lot of our private life. They’re my most photographed subjects, but I’d look at the photos and be scared they’d be perceived as straight, which is ridiculous, I know. But still, a lot of the photos of Argyle and Nancy will have one of them looking at the camera. An extra touch of queer.”

It is a conversation, he’d had with Argyle and Nancy many times over, so Argyle doesn’t comment on it. Those conversations are private.

Jonathan lightens the mood: “Luckily, my partners love me very much and like looking my way, so I have plenty of photos of them looking at me.”

Then he flips the page and continues on: “Now Jane stayed behind in Hawkins with mom, dad and Erica, who was still in high school. She has never been a school kid and college was about as unappealing as anything. She loves working with her hands. She’s been the secretary at their vet’s office for decades now, but they have all these houseplants she cares for. She also knits, crochets, carves wood and makes jewelry. Very hands on person. Her love for all that started with that time in Hawkins when she worked all sorts of jobs. I feel like I captured that in Lawn of Town Hall.”

Lawn of Town Hall is of El, she is in a pair of overalls and a soft looking shirt as she mows the lawn in front of an important looking building. She doesn’t seem very affected by the hard work, smiling as she pushes the machine.

“Jane is such a sweetheart and she can be such a lesbian in her dress sense,” Jonathan smiles fondly. “I really love this photo of her.”

“Now page 49 is Max and Lucas moving away, like I said before, they didn’t want to move too far away from Jane or Erica,” Jonathan says. “It was very sweet of them and I’m very grateful they didn’t leave her behind like that. So, they went to Indiana University.”

“Like page 46 it has three photos. Two of them each packing up and then one of them saying goodbye to Hawkins. It creates a story and I love a good story,” Jonathan explains. “The first one is Getting Older.”

The photo that appears on screen is of Lucas, packing a box. Erica is sitting next to him on the bed, holding an action figure dejectedly. The camera has captured the moment, Lucas reaches out to place a hand on her knee, a reassuring smile starting to form on his face.

“I love this moment, because it is a moment. Erica and Lucas can be antagonistic and squabble all the time, but they love each other and when Lucas had to move out, both missed each other fiercely,” Jonathan says.

“That action figure is the one Erica used to steal to marry her barbie,” Jonathan points out. “Lucas loved that action figure, but he gave it to her instead of packing it up like he was planning to. If you’ve seen her office promotional videos, the action figure is in the background.”

“The next one is Packing Up when we helped Max pack for college,” Jonathan introduces.

It is of Max taping a box shut, El is seen in the background folding shirts to put in another box, which isn’t closed yet. The two girls aren’t looking at each other, but seem to be working in companionable silence.

“I love the domesticity of this photo. They’re not even interacting and yet you can see how well they work together – literally – and how comfortable they are in each other’s presence,” Jonathan says. “Sometimes the moments where people just exist together say the most.”

“Then the last one is A Kiss Goodbye, from when Max and Lucas left. We left last, but we wanted to have Jane on the same pages as Max and Lucas, so we switched our departures around in the book. We all left in the same four days, so it’s not too warped,” Jonathan explains.

A Kiss Goodbye is taken of the front of a car not yet seen before. Lucas is behind the wheel, smiling softly towards the passenger seat where Max is seated. Max is kissing El, who is leaning through the window.

“That’s Lucas’s car,” Jonathan says. “He bought it with help from his parents as a graduation gift with money he saved up from doing odd jobs in town. He was Jane’s reference into most of her jobs that first summer. Max isn’t allowed to drive and Jane was scared to – she got her diver’s license when she was 31 – so Lucas has been their chauffeur for most their life. He loved that car.”

“I really love the relationship dynamic in this photo,” Jonathan tells the camera. “Lucas has always been very fond of Jane too and the biggest supporter of the relationship between her and Max. That is so important in polyam relationships and I love capturing it.”

“Anyway, that was the behind the scenes of the kids moving to college. Hope you enjoyed it and that it was interesting,” Jonathan signs off. “Bye!”

[lunarrosette]

Dndads pride headcanons

S1 dads & moms

Darryl - bi but like suppressed that shit until the forgotten realms it’s that religious trauma and catholic guilt baby

Ron - Demi-sexual or somewhere on the ace spec and gender wise he’s unlabeled but I don’t think he’s ever really thought abt it but if he did probably genderqueer or just unlabeled

Glenn - bisexual that’s all I gotta say that is a bisexual man

Henry - he uses the queer label and he’s also so trans

Mercedes - she’s so bisexual and trans and her and Henry are so t4t

Carol - lesbian carol is so real to me

Samantha - pan

Morgan - she’s so bisexual

Jodie - canonically bisexual !

Kiddads and their spouses

Grant - gay homo

Nick - trans and bi

Sparrow - aroace sparrow is so important to me when reading him. He’s just so aroace

Lark - demiromatic gay

Terry - bi ace spec and non-binary

Rebecca - unlabeled enjoyer of like all genders but doesn’t like labels

Veronica - Omni

Cassandra - bi and trans

Marco - gay

S2 kids

Normal - so gay so homo perfect rep of cringe gay crushes

Scary - she’s a lesbian she’s such a lesbian to MEEE

Taylor - alloaro (because he should’ve won the poll)

Linc - gay and ace (this especially pulled from https://www.tumblr.com/jayferins/719243480682102784/linc-as-a-character-reads-extremely-queer-to-me-in because it’s so real)

Erica - lesbian

Other relevant npcs

Hermie - bi genderfluid

Scam - canonically bisexual !

Mark - gendequeer

Margarita - ace lesbian (I’m totally not projecting)

Erin - trans fem lesbian

[mermaidsirennikita]

Okay so we know the Benedict Br*dgerton is mid at best, so do you have knowledge of any actual Cinderella retellings that are good and sexy? kthxily

Benedict Bridgerton is honestly... worse than mid lol. One of the top two worst Bton heroes. Second worst, probs.

Unfortunately, I don't really think I do. Fated Mates had a fairy tale retelling episode (would advise listening, FM always has good recs) and I think they said a lot of romances have primordial origins in either Cinderella or Beauty and the Beast, which I tend to agree with. I am and BatB girl, but I do love Cinderella. Sadly, looking at my retellings shelf on GR... I don't have any I *really like* or love.

Eloisa James has A Kiss at Midnight, which is a Cinderella retelling, but I gave it a 3/5. It may work! Her books aren't suuuuper sexy (for me) but they are open door. A lot of people LOVE Eloisa, but I've yet to find one by her that goes above 3/5, and I think we're just not a match.

I think the issue (for me) with Cindy retellings is that they so often cast Cinderella as this poor girl who just neeeeeeds a man to save and notice her. And isn't she LUCKY when he does? Tbh, a real block with me in romance in general is the idea of the fortunate heroine who just caught this AMAZING man, thank God. I really prefer a "hero realizes he's a worm compared to this fucking fantastic woman" book.

I DID just read Her Princess at Midnight by Erica Ridley, which didn't do this (partially because it's a lesbian romance lol). I mean, it didn't blow me away, but it's one of the better Cindy books I've read.

[lighthousegod]

Hello and welcome to my rant from my time on Stranger Things Steddie and Friends Twitter for the past few months.

K I'm really pissed but its fine I wrote this all before the poll thing. Now I just. Can't get rid of it. (Me at tumblr headquarters right fucking now)

Anyway. Sorry for the interruption.

The fact that I've seen several ST fans claim most people who like steddie are fetishizing them is already shitty, but what makes it even more shitty is that they focus on them being two white cis guys fetishized by "white girls".

To reference the two white cis guys first, yeah, you got me there. That really is all those two are in the show. And if you wanna talk representation, well shit! Let's do it! Out of the main cast, we have 3 people of color: Lucas, Erica, and Argyle. Lucas is much too young to be in a relationship with either of them and already has one of his own, and Erica is ten years old. Now, I love Argyle, but he was written to be a comic relief character that had no arc and never met either of them. I think that's a wasted opportunity, Eduardo is great and would've done well as a fully fleshed out character, and there is a conversation to be had about whether that character would've been received the same way Eddie was being a white guy. But the thing is, he was never even CAST as a character who could be compared with Eddie- again, his whole character was "funny stoner." THAT is fucked, and people have definitely decided to ignore that fanon. In fact, Jargyle has become a pretty well known ship! Weirdly enough, the content I've seen of them has majorly been from people who also ship steddie! It isn't as popular as Steddie, though, and I don't think that's ONLY bc of half of the ship has less lore than eddie. There definitely is at least some internal bias us white queer folks should take into account when considering what ships we focus on in media.

However, I don't think that's why it's being brought up. I don't think I read tweets from lesbians with she/her in their bios condemning all us steddie ppl who just ship it because "they're two white guys we can fetishize for being in an mlm relationship" bc they're trying to be good allies. That COMPLETELY disregards that transmasc and nonbinary people (ESPECIALLY transmasc people of color) make a BIG chunk of the steddie fandom. Crazy, it's almost like Eddie was written to represent an outcast and literally GOT TARGETED BY CHRISTIANS and a bunch of people in marginalized communities related to his struggles! Except oh, yeah, that'd exactly what happened. And yeah, okay, he's a white guy and it IS pretty shitty that they cast a white dude to represent outcasts in general, but the people talking shit are watching the SAME DAMN SHOW that has a huge fucking cast and still has minimal representation. Fuck, man, Caleb McLaughlin has faced SO MUCH hate from assholes "fans" as the only black main character. Why the hell are people using that very real issue to back their shitty arguments against a gay ship on twitter?

Again, I wanna preface that 90% of these kinds of comments come from lesbians and bisexual people with she/her or she/they in the bio. I thought yall were COOL with the gay and trans people. Yall ARE queer people. Some of them were even big Ronance or Rovickie fans! YALL. WHY IS FRIENDLY FIRE ON??

A lot of this argument is backed by claims that steddie fans ignore canon queer rep, too, and I just don't understand that.

I know. Robin is representation. I am SO HAPPY to have her, and I'm so happy that Maya pushed for it, and as a transmasc person who was not out at the time and likes girls, I felt very seen when watching her coming out scene with Steve. However, I know I don't fully understand the lesbian experience as someone who likes guys too. I know Robin means a lot to wlw fans, especially lesbians. There have been instances where steddies have co-opted that scene to make it about steddie, and that is not okay. (I've never SEEN this happen, but I've seen people talk about it. All the steddie guys on Twitter that I follow were making it pretty clear that that was not cool and pretty fuckin lesbiphobic. I agree, whoever did that, fuck them. Wlw and specifically lesbian wlw relationships have very little rep and Netflix canceled all their shows and it's super fucked.) But besides this, I actually see a LOT of steddie fans who very much love Robin's character. Most of the steddie artists and fic writers I know are also ronance, rovickie, and/or Buckingham creators. A lot of them are wlw themselves!

//I should also note that Will is canonically gay now and I'm super excited, but truly, I just don't see as much appeal in byler because they're so much younger than me now. I totally love Will as a character, and I was around the kids' ages when the first season came out, but I'm in college now. I relate a lot more to the older kids! I'm real happy to have will as mlm rep and I hope he gets his moment in s5. I just didn't latch onto him and Mike the way I did Steve and Eddie! We all got preferences and that's fine.//

All this to say, I'm just so tired of Twitter, man. I just saw a post about how many cis women who claiming its "ableism" to say they have to be around anyone who identifies as masculine, including queer men, queer mascs, cis men of color, butch lesbians, etc. And I've seen a lot of that lately too. It's just so weird to see someone who identifies as a queer woman talk shit abt a steddie fan with a hellcheer shipper.

(man I can't even get into that rn. Chrissy and Eddie shippers in ST fandom are a whole other bout of drama. I've seen steddies be pretty nasty on the issue toward bi women who ship that bc of age difference, which I never really understood because eddie has no confirmed age?? Like idk how he can be a super senior AND 17 on his missing poster but whatever, I'm not stressing abt that as long as you dont make them have a weird age gap on purpose. Hell, I even thought they were love interests at first, too. But DAMN I've seen some hellcheer people that hate steddie. None of this justification type shit either, they just say "it doesn't make sense" and "I'm scared of steddie" and "they ruined the fandom and eddies character" like bro that's literally homophobia. like oogily boogily gay people jumpscare homophobia. So I just don't talk to those guys usually.)

Whatever abt the straight ppl tho they're never gonna get my weird gay stuff. But what SUCKS is when it's other gay people saying this stuff. Like what about mlm wlw solidarity man? Why do I gotta see a rovickie stan and a hellcheer girl talking abt how steddie shippers are all misogynistic and hate women?? Esp when so many are transmasc?? It's getting weird and TERF-y and I just. I wish we were cool again. ST is abt outcasts at the end of the day, it's why we root for them and relate to them. There aren't even a lot of queer people from the 80s around because of the kinda hatred people like us face. Not to mention racism, ableism, misogyny, all of it. For centuries. The people up top all hate us. We gotta have each other's backs and twitter is making us INSANE instead. God.

Anyway I'm gonna go watch the mandalorian now later losers.

[seradae]

Tethered To You, Chapter 2 [F/NB/TF] [bondage] [space lesbians] [lesbian breeding]

Previous Chapter

Jess slid two lithe fingers into Erica and whispered, "such a nice warm little bunny hole for us to play with. We might even let you cum, if you're good." Erica groaned, tensing around the fingers.

Lou pulled out a stainless steel bunny tail plug and began to warm and lubricate it. They held it in her field of view and grinned before floating down, pressing it into her. "Relax, baby." Jess slowed to a stop while it slid into her girlfriend.

"That's it, good girl," she praised Erica, feeling her shudder as it was fully inserted. She began fucking her again, slowly at first. "What do you think, Lou?"

They looked Erica up and down, slower than they needed to. "Hmm, I don't think she's earned it yet. But I think we have."

Jess sped up, causing Erica to writhe on her fingers. Then suddenly pulled out, leaving her a trembling mess on the wall. "Whyyyyy? I've been so good," Erica whined, fighting again at the tethers keeping her floating right where they wanted her.

Lou ignored her and grabbed a vibrator out of the duffel bag, which had drifted away. They slid it into her and turned it on a low setting, then placed another magnetic tether block in front of it to prevent it from coming out. They turned to Jess and pulled her in, giving her a gentle kiss, which slowly grew deeper. Her nails dug softly into their back as she moaned into their mouth, half real and half putting on a show for her girlfriend.

Lou slid their hand around and found one of her breasts, teasing it as they continued to make out. Her hand traveled down their body and between their legs, her fingers sliding deep into them, causing both to moan into each other's mouths. She broke off the kiss and stage whispered, "if only she could feel how goddamn hot you are right now. She'd cum on the spot."

"This is cruel," Erica whined, while they continued. Lou broke off the kiss and leaned back, parting their legs and looking into Jess's eyes. She pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, before pulling Lou closer and sliding her girlcock deep into them. Everyone moaned in tandem and Erica's eyes grew wide, her blush intensifying.

They fucked slowly at first, making out as she slid in and out of them. Then Lou reached down to rub their clit and moaned as the speed increased. "I'm not going to last long," they gasped out. "Will you be able to hold out if I cum?"

"Yes," she moaned as she continued to fuck their increasingly tight cunt. "Please cum on me!" At that, they couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Jess in with their ankles, the orgasm tensing every muscle. She fought the urge to cum with all her might, being milked like this. She looked at Erica, seeing her eyes glistening and her face a beet red and kissed the air between them.

Once they came down from their orgasm, she looked at Lou, who kissed her deeply again. "Thank you, goddamn. We should do this more often," they said with a grin. "But now, I think you should do what you planned."

She grinned and twisted their bodies around so that Lou could access the tethers keeping Erica's legs in place, and take out the vibrator. She whined and asked, "whyyyyy? That felt so good!"

"I've got something that will feel better, bun," Jess said through gritted teeth as she fucked Lou senseless, using them as her own personal toy. As she got closer and closer, Lou pulled Erica's legs away from the wall the best they could.

As Jess neared her orgasm, she pulled out of Lou and grabbed onto Erica's legs, floating between them and shoving her girlcock deep inside her. She kissed Erica hard as she began to fuck her with abandon, lasting only a few moments before she plunged all the way into her and exploded, her cum filling up her little bunny.

"Mmm, that felt good. Such a nice place to cum, don't you think," she asked Erica, slurring a bit as she recovered, her cock twitching but otherwise remaining still.

"That felt so good, darling, but will someone," she took a deep breath. "PLEASE fuck me!" Jess giggled and kissed her again before pulling out and drifting to her side. "Oh come on," she whimpered.

Lou floated over and repositioned the tethers, holding her perpendicular to the wall with her legs spread. They looked at Jess and she nodded, causing them to dive in. They slid three fingers into Erica's cum-filled bunny hole and their mouth found her clit, as Jess kissed her deeply and felt a guttural moan.

They began to fuck her hard and fast with their fingers, their tongue lapping at her clit in rough strokes. Jess broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes, "are you gonna be a good little bunny and cum for us?"

Erica's eyes widened and then rolled back as the orgasm ripped through her body, her back arching as much as the tethers would allow. Lou sped up even further, pushing her to continue cumming for what felt like hours. She was panting and writhing against her bonds. "That's our good girl," Jess reassured, tweaking one of her nipples as the orgasm continued.

Finally, Lou slowed and eventually stopped, letting her come down before running their tongue down to her hole and tasting the mess they had all made, moaning into her cunt. "God, you two taste amazing together," they said, making Jess blush.

Jess slid her hand up to Erica's throat and gave it a gentle squeeze, asking, "now, who's up for round two?"

[dadswithipads]

As I do with most pieces of media I'm interested in, at the moment I will be reacting. Now I've already seen the movie and the TV show but it's been a couple years since I fully watched the movie scene for scene so.

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE REACTION:

Ew. Sry straighties. She just like 9 y/o me fr. Ethans voice crack. "High school brotherhood" i feel nostalgic for the beginning of High School. Even though mine was sh!t cause of a certain thing that happened in 2020. Okay Ethan says tomorrow but it's like raining outside and it's supposed to be August I'm presuming if school starts that next day? I don't remember his sister's name but frfr.

If they're starting out high school they're just now reaching teenager. Why is she going out alone. She gonna get k!dna££ed. One of my biggest fears. OMG RED HERRING. wtf was that dialogue. Nvm a cringy teen on 2010s internet would say that. Bro just d!ed. Him gagging lmao. Ew the socks. Wtf.

Oh yes, Twilight. Those girls walking in the hallway watching the movie on their phone remind me of when me and my friend in 8th grade just watch Netflix while we were running the mile. The actress is from Degrassi and plays Manny Santos💜 . Awwwwwwww the old phones. Theme song be kicking. Two nuggets and some fries???? And egg. Nice. The high school looks like a camp Lodge. Ah yes. Benny and his projection to be straight. Overly so. Hey yo it's Canadian Corbin Bleu. What kind of student is just wearing sunglasses and a suit indoors.

What is the logo for the coffee on the cup look like a ball s@ck??? Aww they sweet tho. Ethan being caught up and wanting to you know have a reputation and Benny just being goofy and fun. Its just such a entertaining and sweet dynamic. Feels very queer too. As it is. RORY!!!!!!

Why do they both dislike him? He's such a cutie. Benny shut up. KDKDIEJS9SKWOSIS THAT LINE. K but they're obviously lesbians. That Dynamic just from appearance at the beginning is reminding me of Jennifer's Body. Frfrrfrr. Benny lmao. Aw Rory. Rory saying "Think she'll tuck you in tonight?" LMAO. WLW AND MLM. this is such a nerd convo omg. Bro the closet. Spicy today. Blue looks so good with light blonde hair. Slay Rory.

Yeah no drama club is that emo! The pipeline is there but it's not at the same time. Me and corbin bleu frfr. Awww Rory. Nvm corbin bleu. Frfr. Slayy the mom is always right. Emo music slayy moment Ethan. I don't mean to be the basic white girl but that's all I can say right now is slay. It is a curse. What the frick Benny. That kid is me growinf up fr. Kiss kiss kisss kissss. Erica being taller than Sarah.

Corbin clue. I am too online I'm just expecting the vine thud sound effect to play anytime something happenes.😭😭. Cassie! THATS HER ACTRESS' NAME. He is cute. But erica still a lesbian for that one. Amen Sarah smack that man. Yo that a euphemism?

No way this is outside of his house. LMAO. thud. I know the show likes to show that he has feelings for her or whatever but I really think it's just a weird Crush thing and I feel like they would be way better suited with a brother-sistered anyway for real. Sarah and Ethan would work way better for that. Benny just a goof like Rory but they banish him. Wtf.😭. Justice for Rory. Benny bro stop. Green phone case. GREEN PHONE CASE. 😃. "Im next door" Benny is the girl next door. I don't like the song but antihero by Taylor Swift is stuck in my head right now so I'm going to listen to that and I'll be right back.

Back now. Aw. Benny and Ethan are so close. Like he saw Ethan was upset and immediately dropped everything. Ugh. Slay power gay. Benny YOU the one weirding her out. "She smells funny". Hello if you were me writing this I'd have the grandma like break all her bones doing dance to Revolution when they come back. 😭. Cuz I'm queer it's okay I'm allowed to say this but this boy is raised by his grandma you think he's not gay. He is.

Poor kid. Slay this teen slang. What i like in a show/franchise. I like when it's not talking down to the audience but at the same time it's not like explicit explicit cuz that kind of explicitness gets really annoying for me I like when there's just you know casual stuff you know like stuff that exists in the real world stuff that people talk about not overdramatic look drugs look sex in teen media. Cause her calling him a p£rv is like something that exists but is simple enough to imply understanding about the world.

A publicity stunt only that revolves around you two. LMAO. Benny my son. Me looking for my cats. Aw. They can't run any faster lmao. "Skinny guy coming through". Me fr.

*In Ron Howard voice* "Hey that's the name of the show". Benny being on email mainly is so. Refreshing idk. Its fun to think about. Sarah in her Draculaura era. Corbin Clue could AT LEAST try harder to be interested come on now.

I should just realized the Edward knockoff is also Peter from Degrassi not just Manny's actress. Love Canada. Wtf. Benny lmao. Sorry but that line felt like the opening to a gay pron.

Grandma wake up. Slay bethan hand contact. The bed that easy to move?. "Ryan Seacrest"??????????? Ethan gay fr🌈🌈🌈🌈.

He says notice sign with the restricted area authorized employees only. Lmao?? Aww Ethan smiling after Benny being a goof. That photo id of Rory is so... sophisticated?

RORY MY SON! Aww. Mathletes event lmao? He looks so good in blue. Rory is such a good part of this franchise. Benny sounds like this guy at my school that is like such a gross kid. But its okay cause its Benny and it's different. This is my son. Awwww the eye contact between them here.

Freshmen can't drive lmao. The car looked like it was getting pushed. Sarah save your gf slay. Lmao her "I 💗 boys that sparkle" shirt. Alcohol reference. Gross Benny. Gay reference. Ethana gay panic lmao. Benny too. Awwwwww them dancing. Aww Rory "A wicked hickey" bro no💀. I'm so Gen Z I once again thought there was going to be a thud sound effect after that. Jessie sounds like a nerd. He is so nasally.

Erica lmao. The music too. He he referred to them as girls. That is a queer thing to do. They are queer. Thud. Jessie sounds like a NERD Holy sh!t. Rory my son. Slay Ethan plot. The FX skhahahhahaha. These nerds. Benny. Said. "Wick'" as in Wicked. 😃. Ok.

Bruh the mom just inplied😃... Ok. "Rap music" my son listens to emo music and rap what a bisexual. RORY! love him in blue. No asthma. Lmao. "The big V". "What-what?" 😭😭😭😭 this man. CHURCH. AKDKKDHSHS. That Canadian came in during his "about". I sound like Lucille I'm squealing. Not even laughing just. "AH HAHAH". "Zing" my guy😭.

Dam bro didnt even get a line. Thats so raven. Wiki mention ayy. The looks like such emos. Just in the graveyard in all black with sunglasses lmao. Gross. "Out" was also said slipping that Canadian accent. Drugs lmao. Pretty vague. WOAH WHAT. I hate to Compulsive heterosexuality. Brought his vision right now is just him being a visual learner come on now.

Awww super rory. Gay implied. Ooh Sarah done fell in love. Gross. Rory listens to metal. Amen. Lmao. Aww bethan. Awww thats sweet. 8 year old girls rule the world lmao. Lmao the grandma. Irish dancing lmao. LMAO THE BURN. Bro. Cmon now. Awww she miss her GF.

Why the book just leave? Jessie is gay. He dating corbin cleu. "What a cool show" LMAO. That is illegal Ethan. Ewwwwww what the frick Benny. Smh. It's okay he just want to kiss the female to see if he liked it or not. He still in love with Ethan tho. RORY! Dam she grabbing her a$$. Lmao the cgi. The slow mo omg. Aww bethan moment. Aww. Bro is Ethan crying. Jessie is gay. BENNY! Him yelling "Courage" to go save Ethan. Aww.

Slay Sarah saved by females. Lol Rory and Erica matching. Gay and gay.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Invasion of the Pod People (2007)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Even for The Asylum - a collection of talentless producers and directors who shamelessly trick the visually impaired into buying or renting rip offs of bigger films - Invasion of the Pod People is a low point. For a brief instant, I considered awarding this film an ironic star and then decided against it. There is one scene with some unintentional comedic value but to reach it, you've got to dig through a lot of manure… by hand.

After a strange meteor shower, Melissa (Erica Roby) notices odd behaviour from her co-workers. Her boss, Samantha (Jessica Bork) keeps insisting Melissa bring this bizarre plant home. Could it be connected to the ever-growing number of imposters living among us?

This movie is literally the same thing as Invasion of the Body Snatchers. In the past some of the feeble efforts from the studio have featured what could be described as “original stories” but this is just the same plot we saw before in 1956, 1978 and again in 1993 but under a different name and with none of the suspense or horror. You’ve got the entire plot figured out from minute one - including the ending. Before you argue the same could be said about all the other remakes, keep in mind each new take mixed things up a bit. By being made during the Cold War, the alien invaders in the original represented the red scare. In another decade, the doppelgangers made us think about conformism. The updates featured top-notch special effects or added new elements to the mythology.

To be fair, director Justin Jones does have one noteworthy addition to this now-familiar story: gratuitous lesbian sex scenes. Melissa shows no hints of being attracted to women until four pod ladies start making out inside Samantha’s apartment, tearing off their clothes in a scene that should be erotic but instead makes you feel dirty, like you just watched a real-life hidden camera couch porno. Don’t these women know these images will be out there for display… forever?

The filmmaking is best described as “pathetic”. The lighting is poor. The dialogue is even worse. It’s delivered by non-actors, some of which are clearly reading the script on their lap. You wouldn’t think a low budget would harm this plot. As if on a dare, Invasion of the Pod People proves you wrong. The plant everyone keeps trying to push on Melissa is clearly a big chunk of ginger stuck inside a random pot. They couldn’t even paint it green or something? Do they think we’re too stupid to notice? If you HAD to save money somewhere, cast twins instead of wasting your money on a crappy screen double effect that barely conveys the information you want it to. Human beings don’t act like human beings in this movie, which makes you kinda glad the sinister figures are painfully obvious. Well, I say “glad” but that’s in theory.

Like so many Asylum films, Invasion of the Pod People is an inept waste of time. The scene were the lesbian pod people try to seduce our protagonist makes for some decent jokes about “the homosexual agenda” but that's hardly worth the effort needed to stop yourself from walking away from this ordeal. It’s been a long time since I seriously considered taking the DVD out of my machine and snapping it in half like I did today. (On DVD, December 13, 2019)

[fiction-bks]

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦: ᴡᴏʀᴋᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ. ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ?2ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ. ꜰɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ ɢᴀᴘ. ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ/ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ. ɪᴄᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Sometimes, I pick a book because I am very curious how the author is going to portray a certain character on paper. Sheridan is a very intriguing and intense woman. And Lark is such a sweetheart. This is usually the case with grumpy/ sunshine, but there is a genuine feel to these two that made me love the book so much. Their moments of vulnerability were so beautifully presented that I felt myself stumbling deeper into the emotional world of trying to understand something that hasn't happened in my real world yet. That sense of reflection, I loved it. The family build-up was stunning. Gun did touch everyone in tiny but deeper bits. From Sheridan's family to Lark's family. It was all so well crafted that I couldn't sleep without finishing this book. Those thunder scenes were so adorable and also wow 🔥🔥 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨) 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 17. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 🤗😭😫🥰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 Ps: I think there might be a book about Fiona and Erica. I would love to read it. 🤗🤗💖 #wlw #wlwbooks #sapphic #lesbian #disability https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp34Ub9IaUC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=