#so i'm also so happy to hear you think i portray him well 💕

[crystallizsch]

Hello! I would like to say that your art my favorite in the entire fandom, I don't know how to describe it but it just feels the best 💃 The way you draw the characters is very nice, Jamil is one of my favorites and you have his personality captured very nicely! Anyway, I hope you have a good day and I hope a lifetime supply of your favorite food drops from the sky for you 🤸‍♀️

AAHH THIS IS MAKING ME CRYYY ANON

i've never received a compliment about my art like this before so that's such an honor to hear 😭💕💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST (*chucks this out here as another thanks*)

[the-lark-ascending69]

your nancy wheeler whump is incredible, ty for the food

— sincerely, a nancy wheeler fan who is also a whump enjoyer

About this post, I think.

Omg anon hiii i'm so happy you liked it!! 🥰🥰 Nancy is such a whumpeable character, maybe because shes so broken inside already 💕 she's just a scared wet cat who needs to be wrapped up in a warm blanket.

A few headcanons for youuuu 💕💕

Robin's parents will be out of town for a few months (they're visiting family far away), so she has the house all to herself, and since the Wheelers are gone and Nancy has nowhere to go, that's where they take her.

Steve and Robin spend a long time looking for the Wheelers. They make a hundred phone calls a day but they keep hitting dead ends. The Wheelers left Hawkins shortly after Nancy was "confirmed" dead, and Mike quickly lost contact with his friends. Finding them has become impossibly difficult, and Steve and Robin worry that they'll never get to tell them Nancy is alive. Nancy misses them like crazy.

The party gets involved super quickly - Lucas, Dustin and Will, as well as the two new kids, Max and El. The boys all cry when they see Nancy, and to Nancy it feels like having siblings again, three new little brothers to try to fill in the space left by Mike and Holly. Max and El just want to help - they're excited to finally meet Nancy Wheeler, Mike's famous sister - he never shut up about her. He always talked about how smart and brave she was and how nothing has been the same since she died. Nancy was a bit surprised to know Mike said that about her, and it only makes her cry. She misses her brother so much.

Max in particular spends a lot of time with Nancy. She helps take care of her when Steve and Robin can't.

Will makes a lot of drawings for Nancy, and she keeps them all by her bedside. She particularly loves the one portraying her family - Mom, Mike, Holly, yes, even her dad.

Nancy experiences a lot of ugly withdrawal symptoms after having been on drugs so heavily for so long. Lots of vomiting and headaches.

Hopper gets involved in her case. She tells him everything, and he begins his investigation. He visits every now and then - it's in his nature. Up until two years ago, he was a father without daughter, and Nancy is a daughter without parents and a sister without siblings. It's only natural when El shows up at Robin's house to spend more and more time with Nancy, happy to have an older sister figure, even if she takes care of Nancy more than Nancy takes care of her. And it's only natural for Hopper to visit a few times a week to ask how she's doing and make sure all her needs are met.

Joyce is overjoyed to hear she's alive, and soon joins Steve and Robin in their search for the Wheeler's new number. She brings food whenever she can and instantly takes on a motherly role in Nancy's life. She agrees that it's best for Nancy to stay at Robin's for the time being, since Joyce and Jonathan spend a great deal of time at work and she'd be all alone for most of the time, but she plans on taking her to live with them when Richard and Melissa Buckley come back.

Jonathan awkwardly tries to help as well - he's often busy with work, but he stops by whenever possible to see if she needs anything. Nancy appreciates that.

Nancy hates appearing weak, but she's set off by the smallest thing - the party's boys hi-fiving each other reminds her of the way soldiers raised their hands to hit her. Steve's loud laughter reminds her of the way the general used to laugh when she cried. Out of the house, she's terrified of needles and hates getting blood tests or vaccines, and going to the dentist is paralyzing - the clattering of the instruments on the metal tray, the shapes of them so similar to the ones they used to rip her nails out, the horrible feeling of foreign objects in her mouth... she has two reactions to these things: she either freezes or she breaks. Freezing includes being almost completely non-verbal, trembling slightly but obeying every order. Breaking includes a lot of crying and panicking.

Her sleep schedule is all messed up - sometimes she can't sleep for more than three hours. Sometimes she blacks out for 18 hours straight. She can never seem to go to sleep and wake up at the same time every day, and she often suffers from nightmares.

She likes cuddling with either Steve or Robin, or even better, both of them. Sandwiched between the two of them, she almost feels like a little kid sleeping between her parents.

Robin really really really didn't like bathing Nancy, or helping her dress up. It feels like she's taking advantage of her. She feels the same when she shares a bed with her. Steve is the one to largely take care of Nancy when it comes to those things. They're still dating, technically, though at this point Nancy can't say she feels love for him. She clings to him because he's familiar, and he loves her, and he makes her feel safe. She appreciates him and cares deeply about him, but if she's honest with herself... she can't love him. She can't bring herself to say that to Steve, of course - after everything he's done for her, she just... tries so hard to convince herself she loves him in the way she's supposed to.

She actually quite enjoys Robin's company, and in part, she'd prefer it if it was her doing all of this for her. Robin can't bring herself to refuse when Nancy asks. They've slept together many times, Nancy cuddled into her chest. It makes Robin's heart ache, but she pushes those feelings down - creep, she thinks to herself. Freak. Pervert. Last thing Nancy needed was a person she trusted secretly lusting after her like a... like the dyke she was.

Nancy realizes she's not having a nice dream at the end of her first day after being rescued. She's drinking a cup of tea with Robin, talking about mindless things - Robin just wanted to make her feel comfortable and she supposed keeping it simple would be best, so she tells her about band and the time she passed out during a school play audition from the nerves. And Nancy looks down at her cup, feels its heat in her hands and the sweet taste in her mouth, and the soft texture of Robin's clean clothes on her skin. She hears the crickets outside, the creaking of the wooden floorboards when Robin paces, and it dawns to her that she is free. She suddenly breaks into tears, and Robin freaks out - calls Steve - and they both try her best to comfort her. Nancy hugs herself - she wants her mother and brother and little sister, it breaks her heart to know they left, that they thought her dead. But somehow, in Robin and Steve's arms, she feels warm. Safe, for the first time in years.

[rollercoasterwords]

I learnt about the existence of this fic a while back but I didn't knew if I was going to be able to handle the parts on that house and his parents and surprisingly I was able to keep together? But Regulus? Everytime they're relationship broke a bit more my heart break to you portrait the relationship very well wich only means it make very sad. But it was so good

And I'm enjoying this fic so much I love the way you Sirius's thought process around his queerness, how it was all there but he just ignore it till Remus kisses him and then he just goes around it without being able to name it, bc of how he was raise and is painfully to read but necessary in a way

I have been enjoying this lasts chapters where Sirius is kind of letting himself feel and trying to understand why he feels they he is feeling and now he is very confuse about the whole Chris thing , but he is getting there

I'm so excited for the summer chapters! I'm excited to see how he is going start feeling comfortable with his queerness and now he is going to be able to thing about how lovely his Moony is without any restrictions.

Thank u so much for this fic :)

ahhh thank u for taking the time to write such a long message haha!! i’m so happy to hear that ur enjoying the fic, it’s been a real labor of love so it means a lot to hear that other people are loving it too 💕 i know u aren’t actually asking any questions in this but i’m probably gonna write a long response anyway just bc i love to talk abt this stuff haha

exploring sirius’s home life + relationship with regulus was one of the main reasons i wanted to write this fic and it definitely felt like a balancing act between wanting to portray an extremely horrible and abusive situation but also not wanting to get gratuitously graphic. sometimes i’m still not sure i got it entirely right, but that’s just the nature of writing i guess!

and omg yes regulus and sirius!! definitely one of my favorite things to write, i wasn’t really anticipating how much i’d have to be trying to get into regulus’s head to write their relationship when i started but now i’ve spent so much time thinking about what he would have been thinking/feeling throughout the years that he almost feels like the second main character to me (even though he doesn’t show up too much in the actual story)

the internalized homophobia was another aspect of sirirus’s character that made him so compelling to me and another thing i was really excited to try and write; it definitely hit close to home because i grew up in a conservative religious environment and really wasn’t able to fully come to terms with my own sexuality until after i got to college. i think it can be understandably difficult to really empathize for marauders fans who have had the good fortune to grow up in more open and accepting environments, and especially from remus’s perspective it sometimes comes off as sirius being selfish and cruel. while i do think he was being selfish during 6th year, i don’t think it was in the way many people seemed to interpret, so i really wanted to try and show how being raised in a homophobic environment, especially one as violent and abusive as sirius’s, creates these very deep-rooted mental walls that can take a really long time to break through. it doesn’t erase the hurt he caused remus, but it helps show that the situation wasn’t necessarily so black and white, especially because remus was simultaneously hiding and holding back a lot of things.

and yes, now we’re finally getting some semblance of self-acceptance with summer coming up :) i’m doing my best to keep it realistic with the tension between his internalized prejudices and his realization that being queer isn’t necessarily the broken thing he thought it was; hopefully it works! i’m so excited to share w u all, i know the summer ‘77 chapters are a lot of people’s favorites 💕

[hypmicdaydreams]

Hi congrats on 100 followers. I'm glad I found your blog!

Anyway, may I request something fluff from kiss prompt about Samatoki x gf "in bedroom" and the reason is "love". Thankyou! ♡

I have no idea what this is lol. You know that feeling when you're laying in your bed and the night is so quiet and still, and you're just aware of the tiniest things, such as your heartbeat or your breathing, and you're contemplating life? Yeah, I tried to go for that lol. Hopefully I was able to portray it pretty well? Anyway, thank you for your kind words and request, and I hope you enjoy 💕

"𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲" with samatoki

-pairing: samatoki aohitsugi x f!reader

-genre: fluff

-summary: nighttime always made you contemplate about pretty much everything, and this time, you can’t help but think of samatoki and how in love with him you were

-word count: 1.2k

it was often during the night that you found yourself deep in thought about, well, pretty much everything. there was something ambient about the night, something that caused you to reflect on your current life and everything up to this point that led to it. some days it’s rather depressing, mentally beating yourself up over some of the stupid decisions you have made or how regretful you felt about certain events, and other times its quite pleasant. above all, however, it was always emotional. 

and tonight was another one of those nights, the ones where you often lay in your bed and mindlessly stared up at the ceiling, unable to go to sleep anytime soon. this time, you couldn’t help but think about samatoki, the man currently holding you in his arms as the two of you lay in bed and the one to whom your heart belonged. the more you thought about it, the more you found your love for samatoki to be so strange. i mean, you were cuddling someone who was a complete stranger to you a few years back, someone you wouldn’t have ever dreamt of dating. 

samatoki himself was a strange figure the more you thought about it; you couldn’t help but think that, especially now as the two of you snuggled against one another in bed. he was a yakuza member, but he was also quite the family man. he had a temper, sure, but he was also pretty chill most of the time. and the way he had an arm loosely wrapped around your waist was a bit too intimate. no one would think of such a tough yakuza guy to be so soft and gentle or to even have a girlfriend in the first place. no one would’ve expected the rash and aggressive samatoki to fall in love or to even be such a good boyfriend in the first place. 

then your mind transitioned to the way he was holding you, which only made you much more aware of the tiniest details. what was even more odd was how his touch made you feel. his arms rested just beneath your top, his hands on top of your stomach, and such direct contact only made you flustered as your attention shifted to that particular feeling. the area around your stomach started to heat up, and you began to feel the butterflies, or perhaps that was only your heart. you could certainly begin to hear the way your heartbeat resounded in your ears and how strange it was beating. this definitely didn’t sound like a normal heartbeat. but oddly enough, you liked this feeling. you loved how gentle samatoki’s touch felt against your skin, even if it was enough to drive a chill up your spine or give you goosebumps. 

love was such an odd feeling, and the way your body reacted was even bizarre. i mean, it certainly was weird how your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat each time he did something, even if it was as small and strange as him concentrating; and it was weird how you always got so happy each time you saw him. man, just thinking of the fact that you were his girlfriend made you feel all sorts of things. how did you even fall in love in the first place? was it a conscious act? you didn’t think so, but how’d your mind even know who to fall in love with? you couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment that you had fell for samatoki. sure you did find him to be quite handsome when you guys first exchanged glances, but it wasn’t like you were exactly in love with him from the getgo. falling and being in love was strange, but it was also nice. you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

and all of a sudden, you started to feel an influx of all sorts of emotions the more you considered it. all your thoughts were disorganized, your mind kept going back to his touch, and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed. you felt grateful to have someone like samatoki, felt happy to have someone that could cause you to act up in this way. you were in love. 

“hey samatoki,” you mumbled, sitting up from your place in bed and letting go of his embrace. you were pretty much overwhelmed with your love for your boyfriend right now, and thanks to the night, you had an urge to express it.

“huh? what’s wrong?” with the way he shuffled and how deep and hoarse his voice sounded, you assumed that samatoki was on the verge of falling asleep before you called out to him. but the sleepy look on his face and the way his hair was already starting to mess up made for a rather cute scene. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit, an action that only confused your boyfriend, which was prominent by the way he raised his brows. to anyone else, he might’ve seemed angry, but you knew him better than that. 

seeing him in front of you, quite sleepy and confused as to what had happened, those feelings of love flared up again. and so, you closed the gap between you two, which wasn’t that big to begin with, and softly kissed him on the lips.

well, that certainly woke him up.  

perhaps your skin still felt much too sensitive from his embrace, but you couldn’t help but feel goosebumps yet again when you felt his lips against yours. there was an almost electrical-like sensation that you felt up your spine, but you liked it. 

“i love you,” you muttered once the two of you separated, giving him a small smile. 

“you damn near scared me,” he scolded, laying back in bed. “thought somethin’ happened for a second.” samatoki patted the empty space next to him, signaling for you to lay down as he once again wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer. it was a bit cute how he loved to hold you as he slept, you thought, but you were also the same way in a sense. before he drifted back off to sleep, however, he grumbled something quite low, but you still heard it nonetheless. 

“i love you too.”

hearing those very words mixed with the stillness of the night and the comfy atmosphere of the bedroom made you feel like you were falling in love with samatoki all over again. you felt the same way as when samatoki asked you to be his girlfriend, that heartfluttering feeling resonating within your chest again. it was a good thing you were faced away from samatoki so he couldn’t see just how flustered his four small words made you. but gosh, they still felt so nice. even if samatoki said those words over and over again, you’d still feel that same heart throbbing sensation. those words never grew old. 

the night with its silence and soft ambience always had you contemplating the smallest things, precedented or not, but it wasn’t always so bad. sometimes, you had to be reminded of the simplest things in life, such as your love for one another. sometimes, it felt like samatoki was all you needed.