if i was an animal and i knew i was being observed and researched i would do something super fucked up. but only once. never again. ruin their lives. keep them guessing.
listen i know we all love steve “completely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surprise” harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read “they made a horror version of rocky?” in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of “he knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about it” as a trope, love it excellent well done
but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing that’s a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didn’t know the right thing to say? what if he can’t keep her safe because he doesn’t know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says
and listen she’d never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks it’s very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her aunt’s house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks she’s not looking.
she doesn’t notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she can’t just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when she’s looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasn’t worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.
so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person she’s ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, he’s only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.
but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, that’s ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.
(and maybe she’s not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because she’s been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and she’s seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)
Paralyzed
As your shift in the daycare came to a close today, something triggered a terrible panicking trauma response in you. You've locked yourself in the storage closet in an attempt to get away from it all. When Sun eventually manages to get the door open, his heart breaks at the state he finds you in. Cue 4k words of ensuing caretaking and comfort.
“Sunshine? I know you’re hurting right now… but you need to let me in there with you so I can help…”
A faint rattling comes from the locked doorknob, shortly followed by silence.
You barely hear it from where you’re slumped, back against the far wall of the pitch dark supply closet.
You haven't been having any sort of memory loss, have you?
Idk if it's just me or if other transmascs experience this but it's so bizarre to me how I consciously hate being called a girl -because I'm not one & I'm pretty sure I never will be- but there are certain situations where my brain automatically categorises me into being a 'girl'.
It's like:
- *insert percentage/statistic involving girls* - oh yep that is/isn't me
- "Girl experiences" - yep, most of the time I have or had them 100% etc.
- "Things girls need to look out for" - oh what do I need to look out for
- "There needs to be more 'x' representation for young girls" - yep I needed more of that too as a kid
Etc.
But not for things like:
- "Girls in STEM" - nah not me ever regardless of career I chose, I'm not a girl
- "Girls look for 'x' in partners" - not me I'm not a girl
- *insert moodboard for female outfits* - not me not a girl
Etc.
Or sometimes it's just that I automatically categorise myself as a girl as I know the people talking are.
It might just be because I don't pass and get misgendered constantly that causes my brain to do this, or it could be because I grew up being told I was a girl/grew up as one and so it's what my brain knows but it usually causes dysphoria when I catch it.
But Idk why my brain does it and I hate it.
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I am fine, I am completely Normal about this
Not "I always knew I was different", not "I thought it was normal", but a secret third thing: it never occurred to me to think about whether it was normal until I was forced to, usually in a cruel way
I’ve been on a Soulmates kick today and just saw a fic where Steve has two marks - one for Robin and one for Eddie. And it’s got me thinking.
Of course, he doesn’t know who his marks are for. He only knows that they’re two people because they look so different. Soulmarks show up where you and your soulmate will have the first skin-skin contact, and they have the words they will say when that happens written in their handwriting.
Steve has one covering his palm, the handwriting is small and sharp, all angles and no rounded edges. That one says “Steve, we need to run”. It seems scared, the wording, but he refuses to think about it. The other mark he has is covering his left hip, curling like someone was holding him from the side. This handwriting is completely different from the other one and is best described as chicken scratch. It’s big and messy, letters flowing into each other like the writer didn’t even pick up their pen between each stroke. That one says “I got you, just lean on me”. It seems less scared but there’s concern laced in the words that helps Steve feel less alone when he’s laying in bed late at night. That’s the only time he ever lets himself think about his soulmates, during the day he avoids it like the plague. His parents are soulmates and they barely speak, so soulmates can’t be all they’re cracked up to be. After Nancy never makes one of his marks tingle and burn he tries to give up on the idea entirely, figuring he can go on without a soulmate and be with Nancy - but then she breaks his heart and those late nights are all he has.
His first soulmark changes when he’s stuck underneath Starcourt mall the summer after he graduated. He had been working with a girl, Robin, who barely tolerated him on a good day and now she’s been sucked into his shitty world. When the alarms go off in the bunker he barely has a second to react before Robin is grabbing his hand and yelling at him, “Steve, we need to run!” His feet start moving and he yells back for her to be careful with his arm, even as he feels the tingling burn cover his palm and in that supply closet, leaning against the door next to Robin they make eye contact. In that short second of connection he knows that she felt it to, that he’s just found his soulmate and despite his fear he’s so happy that it’s her. Later, after they had both puked up their guts and he had confessed to having a crush on her, Robin told him about Mrs. Click’s class and Tammy Thompson and how she’s sorry that he’s stuck with a soulmate who can never love him back. Steve blinks and suddenly his two soulmarks make so much more sense.
“Robin, I have another soulmark. I don’t… I don’t think you were ever a romantic soulmate for me.” He watches the relief and, maybe even, joy cover her face and she launches herself at him in a hug, squeezing him tight and he returns the favor completely ignoring his own pain.
The other soulmate comes over 8 months after meeting Robin. He was so grateful for having her in his life but he still wanted that other piece, he loved Robin and she loved him but he wanted romantic love too. Unfortunately for Steve, just like with Robin, his other soulmark was triggered when he was fearing for his life. He had just been dragged through Watergate and made into a chew toy for a bunch of demobats. Steve was just trying to catch his breath when they all heard the bigger hoard approaching and he knew he had to run. He made it surprisingly far before the pain of each step started to settle in, his feet dragging more and more and his pace slowing when someone moved in beside him, wrapping one arm around his back to settle his hand on his hip. Eddie grabbed the arm closest to him and dragged it over his shoulders, giving Steve a grin. “I got you, you can lean on me.” This only made Steve completely trip; the sudden onset of tingling burning at his side so close to his currently bleeding wounds had his left leg collapsing under his weight.
“Why does this always happen when I’m in danger?” Eddie froze and then a laugh burst forward.
“That makes so much sense with context. C’mon let’s get you somewhere to sit and we can talk more when you’re not bleeding over me.”
When he and Eddie got to Skull Rock, he and Robin made eye contact and he watched her eyes flit down to where Eddie’s hand was on his side. Her eyes grew about three sizes and he just shot her the best grin he could. He didn’t care that he had been bleeding all over his soulmate for the past few minutes - he had gotten blood on Robin when they found out that they were soulmates, so it seemed fitting for him to be doing the same to Eddie.
Years down the road he would look back and laugh at the drama surrounding him finding both of his soulmates. Eddie even joked that the universe gave him two to make up for his shitty parents, and Steve wasn’t going to argue.
I love folklore so much because depending on the location and era it comes from it's either the most terrifying concept or the dumbest thing you've ever heard
people will bring up the fictional murder as if i had anything to do with it or could stop it. like i’m not aware. “you know this freak KILLS people right?” man what do you want me do about that. i’m not his keeper. he’s funny to observe. and also not real
sorry for being so weird it's my first time being alive
hi, I'm not sure if you're comfortable with writing about this
but, if you're willing, could you maybe write some headcanons about Sun and Moon comforting a reader who's being sexually harassed?
<33 love your content
⚠️ —⊱ Protection Protocol ⊰ || Sun/Moon with a Reader who is Being Sexually Harassed
╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Daycare Attendant, Sun and Moon (FNaF: Security Breach) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Sexual Assault/Harassment (Non-consensual kissing, groping, unwanted advances, etc.) – Please DO NOT read if this topic makes you uncomfortable (the person who assaults you in Sun’s is one of the kid’s mothers while the person in Moon’s is a male coworker – the Reader still uses gender-neutral pronouns in both) Genre: Headcanons/Scenario, Sensitive Content, Angst (Hurt/Comfort), Romantic or Platonic Relationship Word Count: ~2,800 words Request: “hi, I'm not sure if you're comfortable with writing about this but, if you're willing, could you maybe write some headcanons about Sun and Moon comforting a reader who's being sexually harassed? <33 love your content” Author’s Note: As a survivor of SA myself, I actually like writing about topics like this – it just makes me feel better and gives me control over a situation that I didn’t have IRL. I know not everyone is comfortable with stuff like this, but I did enjoy writing it nevertheless. Thank you for requesting and I’m very happy that you enjoy my content. ♡
Remember, sexual harassment isn’t strictly physical – both of the scenarios I write in this have physical harassment involved to some degree, but verbal harassment on its own is still harassment. If you are being sexually harassed by anyone anywhere, please reach out and get the help you need.
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☀️: The day was coming to a close now and the children were being picked up by their respective guardians. You were currently entertaining a kid whose parent had yet to show up as you both played a simple game of Go Fish while Sun did his usual tidying up after such a long day. You loved the kid in question, a very polite and gentle child, but their mother could be a bit… intense sometimes. Whether it be flirty comments or running her hand up and down your arm, it was certainly something you didn’t particularly appreciate.
fuck you *dies and doesn’t rot*
animals that are poisonous but not venomous are so funny they’re like “you can eat me and I can’t stop you. just know we’re both going to die”


