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#Joyce <33
ihavemanyhusbands · 2 months
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hiiiii 🫧 with Richie please?? <33
Hiiiii Joyce <33 yes!!
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You were on your knees, precariously perched on the kitchen counter. Your arm was stretched up as you tried to get a can from the top shelf of the cupboard, your fingers barely grazing it.
You and Richie had just recently moved in together, and you were still getting used to the layout of his apartment. Of course, he was taller than you and could reach things easily, but it was an inconvenience at times.
Still, you didn’t want to bother him at all times to get things for you, even if he insisted. You had to be at least a little independent, right?
“Damn it,” you huffed, tongue at the corner of your lips with the effort.
You managed to get a bare hold on the can with two fingers, and you pulled it back little by little towards your hand.
“Come here you son of a…” you began to say, but as if the can had the power to be offended, it suddenly slipped from your grasp and fell right on your forehead.
“Fuck!” You yelled, hands immediately flying to your face as the can loudly clattered on the linoleum floor.
Miraculously, the contents didn’t burst out of it, so that was at least one win for you.
“Babe, what happened!?” Richie said panickedly, hurrying into the kitchen.
“I dropped a fucking can on my head,” you bit out, still holding your forehead with one hand.
He sighed with relief and held his chest at the fact it wasn’t something worse, like somebody breaking in. His heartbeat began to slow down.
“God, you scared the shit out of me,” he said. “I thought I’d find you passed out on the fucking floor or something. Why didn’t you call me for help?”
“Because!” You burst, irritated. Then you sighed raggedly, not wanting to fight over something dumb. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m getting a headache.”
He approached, nestling his body between your legs as you turned to sit on the counter.
“Let me see,” he said, gently removing your hand. “Oh, there’s a little bump already. You’re like… like a unicorn, babe!”
You frowned, glaring at him as he laughed. You batted his hand away, only making him laugh harder.
“It’s okay,” he crooned, trying to appease you as he cupped your face in his hands. “Come here, I’ll kiss it better for you.”
You closed your eyes as he planted a featherlight kiss on your forehead. You smiled, your annoyance and ache diminishing some.
“Thank you, baby,” you said. “Much better, but maybe some frozen peas and advil will help too?”
“Yes, of course. Coming right up!”
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yourelosingains · 1 year
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#still not over how good the casting was for the byers family
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a stranger things ask game !✨
[h*rringroves, romantic stobins etc dni ty]
one. favourite season?
two. favourite character?
three. favourite character in the party?
four. favourite older teen character?
five. favourite adult?
six. favourite episode of all time?
seven. favourite episode in season 1, 2 and 3 respectively?
eight. favourite ship?
nine. byler or mileven?
ten. who’s the best dressed character (in your opinion)?
eleven. which season had the best ending?
twelve. favourite quote?
thirteen. have you ever played d&d before?
fourteen. have you ever played a game on an arcade cabinet before?
fifteen. which would you prefer: skateboarding or roller skating?
sixteen. favourite deceased character?
seventeen. do you think will is going to have powers?
eighteen. what’s your opinion on season 4 so far?
nineteen. jancy or ronance?
twenty. favourite emotional moment?
twenty one. do you believe the rumour that will and el may become rivals?
twenty two. favourite hopper/el scene?
twenty three. who has the best hairstyle throughout all the seasons?
twenty four. opinion on the new characters eddie, vickie and argyle so far?
twenty five. favourite mike/will scene?
twenty six. favourite ice cream flavour?
twenty seven. favourite movie/tv show that stranger things was inspired by?
twenty eight. do you think the show would have been better or worse if they kept their plans for eleven to die at the end of season 1?
twenty nine. opinion on jopper?
thirty. do you think lonnie byers will make an appearance in season 4?
thirty one. when was the first time you watched stranger things/how long have you been a fan?
thirty two. opinion on kali and her gang?
thirty three. what do you think would have happened if el stayed with kali?
thirty four. do you think will has a connection to the upside down?
thirty five. opinion on elmax? 
thirty six. do you think they shouldn’t have faked hopper dying and brought him back?
thirty seven. if byler is something you believe thats going to happen, how do you think they’ll handle it?
thirty eight. top five favourite songs in the soundtrack?
thirty nine. opinion on billy?
forty. opinion on lumax?
forty one. why do you think the byers moved away?
forty two. opinion on the wheeler family?
forty three. favourite animal character?
forty four. what are you going to do in the wait between volumes 1 and 2 of season 4?
forty five. have you read any of the graphic novels/comics/additional content?
forty six. do you think the show would be any different if they kept the original town name of montauk instead of hawkins?
forty seven. favourite parent/child dynamic?
forty eight. do you think hopper would be a good father to jonathan and will if he comes back and him and joyce get together?
forty nine. do you think mike is gay, straight, bi or other?
fifty. top five absolute fav things about stranger things in general?
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zoramones · 4 months
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[ FEBRUARY 6TH, 196O ]
After forty days of silence...
SMIT:  I don't know how to live with myself anymore, Bev. I-I've ... killed people. (...)  A lot of people.
BEVERLY: (MELANCHOLY)  I killed someone. D'you forget why we're here?
SMIT shoots her a glare of displeasure. Not funny. His expression conveys, but his eyebrow is quirked up as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. It's not usually in his wife's nature to make a joke like that. Something that crass seems to come out of his own mouth most of the time.
SMIT:  Yes, but—  (he scoffs) the guy you killed deserved it. Plus, (...)
He stares at the cigarette butt between his fingers after pulling it away from his lips. His gaze is hard and judging. Contemplative as he chuckles bitterly to himself.
GUILTY. Smit Eubank knows he's as guilty as sin can be.
SMIT:  Self-defence, remember?  (...)  Mine was never in self-defence.
NOW, HUSBAND AND WIFE SIT IN SILENCE. The gentle breeze soothes the fear of what they left behind ...
Their peace is only temporary...
BRITTLE BONES / STRANGER THINGS (2023)
Preview to the overture
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sunflowersand-bees · 1 year
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tws in the tags
we all know about will running away from lonnie (fuck him) to mike's house or hiding out at his house to avoid his father, but have we considered the possibility that joyce dropped will off at the wheelers' to save him from lonnie?
imagine lonnie calls from the bar, or a friend does, he's too drunk to drive home, so joyce needs to go pick him up. she knows that bad things happen when drunk lonnie is home, so on her way she stops by the wheelers', apologizing to karen about the short notice.
maybe sometimes she drops off jonathan too. he didn't have many friends, so he didn't exactly have regular sleepovers, but the wheelers' had a girl his age. she hoped that they would get along well. they didn't really, but that was okay. as long as her boys were safe.
sometimes though, she didn't get as much of a heads up for when lonnie would come home, reeking of alcohol. she sent the boys to their rooms, hoping to minimalize any interactions that they had to have with their drunken father, who, in his inebriated state, was hardly the same person the was sober.
(this was a lie. this lonnie was always there. lurking in the corners. joyce had seen it before. lonnie had gotten in a couple fights in high school, always off campus. it was brutal. alcohol really brought the worst out in him.)
sometimes lonnie didn't care when the boys left the room. other times, he'd call them back, saying that he wanted to say hello to his kids. jonathan would be the first one to walk over, will behind him, like always. joyce would be hovering right beside them anxiously. she didn't want to directly defy him, since he would twist that back on her if she did.
he would study the boys. if he found anything wrong--"you've got marker on your hand" "stop looking like you're going to cry, boy"--he would lash out. sometimes it was a backhand, sometimes a slap. occasionally a fist.
the first few times, joyce had been caught by surprise. later, she learned his tricks. she was ready. she would step forward, intercepting any blows. better that man's wrath fall upon her. she would rather die than allow anything to hurt her boys.
it wasn't ever anything serious. he always backed off after she stopped him, unflinching.
he grew more and more irresponsible and drunken. one time he was so drunk, he couldn't remember who he was.
that was the breaking point for joyce. "get out."
hours, several smashed bottles, and a suitcase and some car keys thrown into the dirt later, they were free.
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countdown to stranger things 4
day six (02/05) – favourite brotp –> jonathan and joyce
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weirdo09 · 1 year
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pairing: el and dustin<3
even though dustin is much too prideful to admit it, he’s had a huge fear of thunderstorms since he was little. unfortunately for him, a thunderstorm was scheduled to happen later in the dark, gloomy evening.
since, his mom wasn’t there, he decided to phone someone to hang out with during the storm. the first one to pick up was el and he thought well “maybe she won’t judge?” so after arranging some things, dustin was off, biking to the hopper-byers residence.
when he got there, what greeted him was a warm hug and smile from joyce, a bear hug from hopper, a smile from will and a wave from el. joyce asked” what brings you here, dustin?” he replied with a nervous chuckle “i, uh just wanted to hang out with will and el since my mom’s out of town for a bit.”
“oh, ok then, do you want to stay over?” “ah, yea sure if that’s ok” then hopper chimed in”of course, it is, kiddo” ruffling his curly, light brown hair(his hair’s beautiful 😍.) “does your mom know you’re staying over?” “oh, yeah, yes, definitely.”
after a few hours of watching TV with will, to catching up, laughing up a storm, inhaling dinner(well, only dustin :) ) then came bed time
a few minutes after everyone was sleeping, the first boom of thunder arises, startling dustin awake. dustin starts to panic a little and goes over to will’s bed to try and shake him awake
after that didn’t work, he decided to go to el’s room ‘maybe she’s still up’ he thought. so, he tiptoed to el’s room and to his surprise, her door was halfway open. (three inch minimum🥹) he then knocked softly on the door and heard a whisper of ‘dustin?’ from el
he slowly opened the door and there was el, under the covers reading what seems to be a Wonder Woman comic. “uh, hi?” dustin said quietly “hi.” el chirped groggily. another boom of thunder was heard and dustin quickly jumped. el tilted her head slightly to the side and just barely whispered “are you scared?”
with that, dustin scoffed “what? no where’d you get that from, i’m not scared.” “oh, ok then why are you here?” el questioned “i uh couldn’t sleep so i decided to go and see you.” dustin said nervously then el said “so you want me to read to you? to help you sleep?” “um, sure.” he said rather faintly
so, he gently got on the bed with el and sat next to her. when he was comfortable, she started reading. soon, he was feeling sleepy so el turned off her table stand light and said “goodnight” to dustin. once he’s closed, her’s start to as well.
@adorewillbyers @adoremaxmayfield @thebylerfiles @thefandombringer @robinlvr @/adorebylercore
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gayofthefae · 2 years
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El said Will wouldn’t let her see what he was painting, right? I’m envisioning adorable siblinghood. Maybe an endearing “get out of my room I’m painting” or two. Trying to sneak a peak. and she doesn’t but gets his brush accidentally and gets paint sprayed on her shoes. Just...them. <3
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andallthatmishigas · 2 years
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
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I just skipped through my snap memories and I found the day I watched Stranger Things for the very first time!!!!
It was December 8th 2017!
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if Jonathan byers dies, i will be in my room for at least a month balling my eyes out, screaming, throwing up, everything. he is everything. i will die with him.
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ihavemanyhusbands · 3 months
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🥀🪦🏚🛒
Joyceeee ❤️🫶🏽 thank you for asking!!
🥀: what song breaks your heart?
Coming In and Out of Your Life by Barbra Streisand
Lmaoooo it has accompanied me thru a break up and phewwww it’s sad (but love it)
🪦: do you wanna be cremated or buried?
Definitely cremated. We always return to dust regardless and whatnot.
🏚️: where do you feel most at home?
By the ocean, listening to the waves, or in the silence of the forest! So, nature mostly.
🛒: what do you carry with you always?
My phone, obviously, but also im a chapstick freak like for some reason i always have at least 4 in my purse (and i literally used to collect them as a kid lmao)
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magicalmyu · 1 year
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nothing bad ever happened to them
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bestjoycestan · 1 year
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microdosing vulnerability by sharing my favorite song with someone which is vague enough that someone has to know me well to pick apart why it’s my favorite
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gbhbl · 1 year
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Horror Movie Review: Trick or Treat (1986)
A bullied metal head obtains a mysterious demo record of a recently deceased hard rock star with startling consequences. Featuring rock gods Gene Simmons and Ozzy Osbourne.
Trick or Treat is a 1986 American horror comedy film, directed by Charles Martin Smith. Starring Marc Price and Tony Fields, with special appearances by Gene Simmons and Ozzy Osbourne. High school outcast Eddie Weinbauer is writing a letter to his hero, heavy metal musician Sammi Curr. A vulgar and infamous superstar, Sammi is a hometown hero of Eddie’s town and an alumnus of Eddie’s own…
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goxinsane · 1 year
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{ @ghostsxagain }
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For Joyce, every morning started the same-- upon entering the dining room, she was greeted by her father whom instantly rambled on about the weather, once she sat herself down. Even if that was the only conversation they had in the mornings, she never questioned the routine that formed quickly after he slipped into retirement. She had the best relationship with him, so, he was great company. Joyce was relieved to hear that today would be blessed with the warm sun (considering the last few days of the opposite), all evident by the smile that formed on her lips as she devoured her cherry toaster strudel. With this information, she pulled her phone out from her pocket and saw the exchange of texts crossing her screen--- clearly her teammates got the memo and chose to take the opportunity to gather at the park to practice in preparation for this weekend’s baseball game. Using one hand to text that she would meet them there, she wiped her lips with a nearby napkin with the other and eventually excused herself. 
“I’ll be home by dinner.” Joyce announced before giving her father a kiss on the cheek, prior to slipping past her mother and hearing a disapproving ‘tsk’. Swallowing hard, she felt a ping of guilt. Her eldest sister was six feet under ground, as of a good five years, and knew it would hard on everyone--- including herself. Although both of them had been distant to one another, Joyce wouldn’t have found enjoyment in baseball if it wasn’t for her. Though her other hobby of thrift shopping for vintage pieces of clothing wasn’t the eldest’s ‘cup of tea’, in reality, the sport was their only common ground. At least she wasn’t completely alone, even if she would never return to the creek. And that was fine by her.
With rummaging around the house for her cleats, mitts and bag, Joyce eventually left the house  to travel to the park-- on foot-- within ten minutes. She had on casual clothes because it was practice, and for her, her uniform was still in her pile of dirty laundry. Whistling a familiar tune, she strolled down the path and towards the baseball diamond, spotting a bunch of familiar faces. And for the next two hours, the girls pitched and whacked numerous baseballs all while exchanging playful banter, but not without taking the odd break. It was a great start to a day! 
“Cherry, head’s up!” As her nickname slipped from a teammate’s mouth, her brain registered it before running to catch the flying ball in her mitt, like a wannabe pro. As it kept flying throughout the air and towards the public path, she skidded forward upon unscathed knees, and caught it, successfully. However, carelessly, she turned around (with the ball being priority over her dirtiness and impossible knee injury) she went to toss it back and instead hit a guy, straight and square in the back. Bad aim did not go hand-in-hand. With doe-eyes, Joyce got up from her spot and went to retrieve the ball and more importantly, immediately apologize to the stranger. She couldn’t blame it on the fact that a hot woman walked by-- it was clear adrenaline and unawareness of her surroundings. “I am incredibly sorry about that!” 
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