most recents;Ā helping jonathan sleep betterĀ [ST],Ā an unanswered questionĀ [ST]Ā
whatās trina up to ?
current mood. tired...so tired -_-)
current song on da mind. mercury and bad habits by steve lacy
currently watchinā. shameless & greyās anatomyyy -__-
LYRIC OF THE MONTH!!!
excuse me if I lied, I forgot I said that. can you forgive my tongue? I'll show you where my head at. I don't think I'm the one, but I could be your girlfriend 'til retrograde is doneĀ ā mercury, steve lacy
ą¬ā”š²ļ¹please keep in mind this is a blog catering for black readers. not all my work is tagged asĀ āblack!readerā but note that all of them are made with darker skinned people in mind. i do not mind if youāre non-black reading my work in the slightest :p thank you all sm for the support <3Ā ā teetrina
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: cw. angst-ish ; lowercase, established relationship, beta reads for cucks, we freeball like grown MEN
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: note. short drabble about going to college w/o jonathan. yknow, bc school seasons back hehe. (and iām going to...coll..col...eg.. *throws up*)Ā
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both of you knew it was bound to happen. going to the same school was just wishful thinking, only one of you could get in and leave the other behind. but it was a reality both of you and jonathan prepared for.
doesn't make it any easier.
tonight is your last night in jonathans bed. itās 3:35 in the morning and youāre cuddled close to your boyfriend. youāve shed a few tears and now his shirt is stained with them. sniffling you look up to him, he doesnāt say a word. maybe he secretly fears that once he speaks the waterworks will begin to fall.
but jonathanās decided heāll be the strongest one for the both of you. even if the heartache of not being able to see you for what seems like an eternity is beginning to set in.
itās an awful feeling. four years? so much could happen. will either of you be strong enough for long distances? that's a question neither of you wants to ask.
ājonathan.ā you break the silence. he mumbles a āyeah?ā right back.
āwill you miss me?ā a dumb question. real stupid. maybe you just want the reassurance, maybe jonathan knew that too. āso muchā he whispers back.
you suppose that his answer is meant to make you feel better. but it doesnāt. it makes your heart sink even further and your eyes begin to burn with hot tears threatening to spill. youāll miss him too.
maybe itāll be best to break up, is a thought that has circled your mind one too many times. it probably crossed jonathanās as well.
youāre leaving hawkins for four years, leaving behind everything for four years, leaving jonathan for four years.
youāll be back for the holidays; thatās what you promised. you were determined to keep it, of course, jonathan had little doubt that you wouldnāt. but the thought of drifting away because of your soon-to-be busy life settles a deep fear in you.
which will be easier? breaking it off now or living through the slow and possible inevitable pain of letters and calls becoming less and less frequent?
you take your chances.
ājonathanā¦. do you think we shouldāāĀ you cut off, not wanting to finish. he doesnāt want to answer. despite the uncertainty of the situation, you decide to close your eyes and take in everything. him, mostly. for the last time most likely.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: note.Ā sorry for all the jonathan stuff it will happen again.
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by the end of the day, jonathan's almost always so tired. juggling school and college applications as well as the stress of whatever bullshit hawkins throws at him is enough to tire someone out. or land them in psychiatric care; something jonathan probably needed by the end of this.
but not even life will grant him the joy of sleeping, so of course, jonathan lays there in bed restless. thank god youāre right there next to him to keep him sane and provide all the much-needed comfort this poor man deserves.
you almost always know when jonathan gets like this; heāll lay in bed as if heās a corpse. on his back, stiff as a board, with his arms folded over his chest staring straight up at the ceiling.
the best way to approach him when he gets like this is to simply roll over to face him and gently place a hand on top of his own. jonathan wonāt say anything, but youāve caught his full attention. his breathing slows and heāll turn his head towards yours.
āhiā
āā¦hiā
ācare to tell me what's on your mind?ā you say barely above a whisper, voice still laced with sleep. your fingers gently caress his own. jonathan begins to take your hands in his own and clasps them between both hands before bringing them up to kiss your thumb.
ānothing worth saying,ā
āyouāre not a very good liar,ā you mumble, he chuckles lightly. jonathan stares at your hand while trying to think up an excuse before ultimately giving up.
āyou caught me,ā jonathan shifts to his side, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your head; gently stroking his thumb against your cheeks, carefully pushing any stray hairs peaking out your bonnet back in. ānothing can ever get past you, huh?ā he kisses your forehead with a small smile.
silence fills the room once more. you patiently wait for jonathan to find the words to describe how he feels. a simple, āiām... just tiredā escapes his lips in a hushed tone finally.
you hum in response, moving away from him to open up your arms as an invitation, one jonathan took graciously. his arms wrapped around all of you as he cuddled into your chest, sighting contently once he heard your heartbeat.
you understood what he meant. youāve reached that point as well. there was no need for jonathan to say anymore if he didnāt want to.
and he didnāt. instead, jonathan decided to enjoy feeling your warm embrace envelope him entirely. he felt the safest when he was with you, knowing you were safe and protected, knowing you were still here to hug him just like this.
the feeling of your fingernails trailing paths and patterns on his scalp was oddly calming. it washed a sense of tranquility over his body. he always did like having his hair played with, you seem to always know the spots to trace circles on.
when jonathan closed his eyes, instead of seeing nightmarish imagery of all the freak shit heās had to go through during the past few years, he saw nothing but total darkness. for once, jonathan was happy to see a complete void. he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
ā” ā” okay so robin is the definition of touch starved! you look up the definition & her pretty little face is right next to it! my sweet girl hasnāt had a proper relationship due to hawkins very limited dating pool for her. so when she finally gets to know you, she will attach herself very quickly! even before she decides to actually confess her feelings because, āwow sheās so pretty, I canāt function around her but I would also die if Iām not around her 24/7!ā, is pretty much her whole brain process towards you!
you, being very observant, notice this anyways & her not so subtle lovesick puppy eyes anytime youāre talking to her. having enough of robinās yearning & steveās complaining that robin thinks she doesnāt have a chance after months of your flirting, that both you & steve are practically begging for robin to snap out of her obliviousness & put you both of your misery. you decide to softly kiss her, holding her face & savoring the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, robins mind going hazy as soon as she computes what happened. from then on, you can count of never having a moment of peace, ever.
robin is a genuine sweetheart. she loves to always have a hand on you at all times, whether itās around your waist or on your thigh or holding your hand, she will be there. she loves to link together your pinkies if sheās holding too much in her hands, āI like knowing your closeā, she tells you when she first does it. she loves to rest her head in your lap at the end of band practice & you at cheer, in the backseat when steve picks the two of you up. she tells you that the feeling of you playing with her hair while she lays down calms her, steve rolls his eyes in the front when he hears it, you kick his seat.
robin will leave kisses all over you, if thereās a place her lips have not touched, she will be sure to make sure you know that youāre loved. which can also make her very distracted & lead to other things she loves doing to you. at sleepovers, robin will practically beg to brush your hair for you. she takes it very seriously, carefully taking a section & softly starting from the bottom to the top, making sure to not pull too hard. for every knot she mumbles a soft, āsorryā, & parts your hair to leave a soft kiss on your neck as an apology. she even lets you hold her hand if thereās a particular tough one. robin loves you, sheās well aware sheās clingy, but you donāt mind, so why would she?
Ā° šŖš ā” šŖš ā šŖš ā” šŖš Ā° robin buckley is embarrassingly, painfully, awkward when she has a crush. in her own words, she is hopeless. the slightest skin contact, whether itās a quick shoulder brush when you reach over to grab a vhs from the display, or you asking her if she could pretty please clasp together your necklace that had accidentally came undone.
robinās breath will hitch as soon as she feels you, palms slightly shaking, & her face flushing red. itās as if she loses all motor function & is put into a daze. her mind is hazy & flashing images of a fantasy where her hands donāt stop moving from any part of you takeover, sheās stuck in a daydream till she hears the sweet sound of her name from your honey lips. her mind wonders if it would taste the same. she stutters over her words as you giggle in total understanding of the power you have over her, though youād never tell her as she still thinks she totally has it under control (she does not).
as if youāve read her mind, you plop the sweetest, softest kiss onto her cheek, a whispered thank you into her ear for being a peach & clasping the delicate gold chain that she just now barely notices gently falls just above your cleavage. humming a quiet āyour welcomeā back since she doesnāt trust her voice enough to not waver at the sight in front of her. you smile at her flustered state and she thinks her knees are about to give out under her, turning back around to finish the task steve had dished out to you & robin. your summer dress twirling around you, not leaving much to robinās imagination as she sees a peek of the pretty pink cotton panties that she knows will taunt her in her dreams forever. she doesnāt have the energy to scold herself because, god, you make it so hard for her to not just fall to her knees this moment & finally confess the love & sins she harbors in her heart & mind for you. each confession wanting to be whispered from her lips as she places the softest kisses against your thighs & as she watches you come undone for only her. her euphoric bubble pops, when steve disrupts her daydream of you to get back to work. a snicker falling from his mouth at his best friendās obliviousness to her disheveled & nervous state. robin knows, she is totally, & utterly hopeless.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: note.Ā just something sweet for the kids ;p was gonna add nancy and robin to this but it got too long and im lazy and tired So. just have the guys i guess.....
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steve harrington.
neck + shoulders
your lips are his number one choice, of course. but your neck is his second favorite. steve likes to have you sitting on his lap when relaxing, with your back pressed against his chest. because he canāt reach your lips easily, steve settles for pressing ticklish kisses against the back of your neck. suddenly feeling his warm lips sends shivers down your spine; you turn around and that's when you realize youāve fallen for steveās trap.
he immediately pulls you closer to press even more kisses against your neck and shoulders, each one making you giggle. you can feel steve smiling against your skin. youāll have to physically push him off if you want him to stop.
eddie munson.
back + stomach.
to eddie, youāre a work of art. sculpted so perfectly like youāre meant to be put on display in an art museum. to him, it feels almost illegal to be able to touch you so intimately; and eddie makes sure that with every kiss you can feel his adoration for you.
he takes his time with you, his touch is so gentle yet firm. most times, heāll have his hands firmly grabbing your hips while eddie lays between your legs, kissing up along your stomach. other times, eddie will start out kissing your shoulders and trail down to the small of your back when you lay on your stomach. his hands gently caressing your skin. no matter what he does, his touch makes you feel like youāre on a cloud. so airy and light, you canāt help but sigh.
jonathan byers.
hands + forehead
jonathanās a simple guy. a little awkward, but itās what makes him cute. he likes cuddling with you in bed, facing you while his hands are intertwined with yours. jonathan has this cute dopey smile on his face, his cheeks are all pink because he canāt stop smiling. heād bring up your hands and kiss the back of them, your knuckles, and the tips of your fingers. whispering how much he loves you while doing so too. heād also do it while listening you ramble on about any topic you had in mind, taking in every word youāre saying as he peppers light kisses to your knuckle. you may or may not get distractedā¦
other times, when jonathanās the big spoon, heāll kiss your forehead occasionally. he wonāt say much though, he lets the simple affection speak for itself. one hand will be pressed against the back of your head while the other is brushing hair away from your face to kiss you better. when heās in a real loving mood heāll kiss the tip of your nose, and both cheeks before finally giving a chaste kiss to your lips <3.
1. FIRST, create a picrew using this maker, and then 2. SECOND take this quiz on how fandom would see you if you were a fictional character.Ā 3 (THIRD) POST YOUR PIC AND YOUR DESCRIPTION IN THE REBLOG!
Bastard (Good)
Youāre a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. Youāre a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?
Tagging EVERYONE but especially @magicaltear, @the-beeses-kneeses, @wafflesrisa, @mykingdomforapen, @marbat, @scientistsinistral, @halberdierministerā!
iām tagging myself, hope you donāt mind, vee !!
Deserves The World
Youāre the baby. The little meow meow. The ultimate cinnamon roll. Everyone loves you, youād have to be insane not to. All you want is for your friends to be happy, and you will do anything to make that a reality. You truly deserve everything. Anything I can get you, by the way?
tagging @blckwidowsbf@obviouslyaweasley@pi3rcedk1tty@urwhorecrux@scarjosbitvh + anyone else who wants to !! iām bad at remembering urls, sorry :((
The poor little meow meow. The traumatised one. The one that just canāt catch a break. You have a tragic backstory, and it just doesnāt get better from there. You. get beaten up, sacrificed, nearly die, your crush doesnāt like you back, you develop a mental disorder, almost die againā¦ all of tumblr wants to hug you and then write angsty fanfiction about you.
You're just a little too likable to live. From the moment you were introduced, we all knew you were a goner, not matter how many wanted to keep you. You are the subject of so, so, so many fix-it fics written by crying fans who just want their blorbo back, but you're still dead in cannon.
LMFAOOOOOO???? I MEAN... coincidence i added the halo but fits i guess. i can already see being clowned on for being dead.. like. someone that rhymes withĀ āWilly BargroveāĀ š¤
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: being in love is nauseating. at least to robin, she hates the sickly feeling she gets whenever around you. itās honestly embarrassing. her hands getting clammy, words getting caught in her throat and worst of all, the way you constantly invade robinās mind. all of it sucks, but robin guesses that seeing you constantly everyday during after school hours isnāt so bad. her band practice usually lines up with the cheerleaderās and sheāll sometimes catch glimpses of you practicing your routine when she passes the gymnasium while walking down the halls. if sheās lucky, youāll catch her too and wave at her with that sweet smile thatāll be forever burned into robinās memory. āmaybe having a crush isnāt too badā robin will think to herself.
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: robin likes to paint her nails. theyāre not always done well, but it doesn't matter to her all that much. they end up chipping off anyways. but whenever you do it, they always last a lot longer. maybe because youāre much more careful when painting her nails. itās honestly why robin prefers letting you do it than herself, you always put so much love into anything that involves her. when youāre painting her nails, robin thinks itās adorable when you stick your tongue out or chew on your bottom lip while cautiously painting her ring finger black. when youāre finally finished robin canāt help but glance over to her hands often. every time she sees her perfectly painted nails she thinks back to the memory of you painting them and gets this weird feeling in her chestā¦.steve tells her to stop being distracted and get back to work, but she pays no mind.
ignore me, im inĀ āloving robin buckleyā hours rn
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: imagine robin buckley resting her head on your lap while the two of you sit on your bed enjoying each others company silently. robinās got her eyes closed while you comb your fingers through her soft hair. your nails lightly scratching her scalp and robin lets out a sigh of contentment. sheās got this big smile she canāt seem to get a hold of, her cheeks hurt from it too. she reaches up for your hand and brings it down to her face, pressing it against her cheek. it catches your attention and you look down at your lap just to see robin staring up at you with the warmest smile. she presses a kiss to your palm before sitting up.
āyouāre so pretty,ā she mumbles while caressing your cheek sweetly, her thumb grazing against your bottom lip. robin admires you for a bit before leaning in for a kiss, taking in all your features. her heart swells with love when she notices the gentle look you have in your eyes; staring at her lips before flickering up to meet her eyes. robin can feel butterflies fluttering in her chest, as if sheās falling in love all over again while leaning in for a kiss.
