#cleryc

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

cleryc asked:

“When’s the last time you slept?”

Max looked down at her wrist, as if she were looking at a watch. Calculating the amount of time since she was able to sleep last. “It’s Thursday? ... I think I slept Monday? Three days ago?” She was no longer talking to Will, but herself. Trying to remember the last time her body was more exhausted than it was afraid. Three days, it had been three full days, and she was getting there. Dull blue eyes, made their way to Will, widening at the realization that she just admitted to him how long it’s been. Normally she avoids the question. The art of distraction is something that she is not lacking in.. -- but right now, she was too tired to notice, before it was too late. 

“No.. -- uh..” Now she was trying to backtrack.. Will was smarter than that though, she wouldn’t be able to pretend the previous words never left her lips. “... I’m fine Will.. Really.” It was a lie, but maybe he’d believe her? Maybe he wouldn’t notice the bags under her eyes. The slouch in her back. The way her feet were dragging as she walked. Maybe she looked fine? 

“When was the last time you slept?” Now she was attempting to turn it back to him. 

[pcrfectstorms]

Will Byers ( @cleryc​ ) gets a starter from Mike Wheeler!

            The tension was palpable since the incident at the roller rink, Mike knew he has been an asshole; if anyone else spoke to Will the way he did, he would have have lost his shit. He hates how different everything feels, hates that Will left, that he lost him all over again, of course it wasn’t his fault, none of it was, but after he left Hawkins nothing felt okay. He wasn’t good at talking about his feelings, sooner bottle them up and push them down, letting it spill out in anger and bitterness for the emotions he doesn’t know how to express. No one ever taught him. Communication, something that was practically taboo in the Wheeler household, all his dad did was work and drink and sleep, his mom cried a lot, when she didn’t think anyone was listening. Which only reinforced that idea in Mike’s head that emotions were something you kept private; something you didn’t burden anyone else with, something to be ashamed of.

        It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to Will, he did, he missed him in ways he could never have predicted and that was just the problem wasn’t it? He’d drunkenly cried to Billy about it once, when he’d picked him up at 1am, drunk and bruised and feeling more than a little sorry for himself. Confessed things he didn’t understand, things he hated about himself; that made him feel dirty and wrong for feeling. Things he had never admitted aloud before, because what they meant terrified him. And he had a girlfriend. Guilt compounded on top of shame that left him angry, and confused, and another twenty different feelings he couldn’t even put a name too.

   They’re in Will’s room, bags packed, ready to make a break for it, and this weirdness between them, it’s killing him. He doesn’t know how to say what he wants to, his words always come out rushed, and awkward, but he has to say something,  “Hey uh -- we should like, talk about what happened, at the roller rink -- I was kind of an asshole.” an admission that doesn’t come easy, hands clasped tight in his lap, white knuckles as he braces himself for whatever is to come from this conversation. “You never called either, and I dunno - I guess, I was mad at you, which is stupid, but I just - you left again -”

[cursedtcwn]

Closed starter || @cleryc​ ||

     Curiosity fills her veins as she walks through the aisles of a store that Joyce had taken them to. She’s no stranger to the decorations and the lights of different colors housed in boxes, but the tradition falls upon her. She does not understand what the true meaning of the holidays are, as every time one has happened, she has faced her monsters in the Upside Down. She has fought the bad guys and won, despite ending herself in isolation.

     “Christ..mas.” She says the word; once, twice, three times as it falls around in her mouth. It’s strange, despite saying it again and again, but it’s meaning has nothing for her. There’s no hold on it. Nothing comes to her in an emotional stand point. Still, she reaches out, running fingers carefully over a plate with a turkey upon it. “Thanks...giving.”

     Gaze shifts over to her found brother, Will, and she offers him a smile. The smile is warm and caring and welcoming, always wanting  him to know she’s here. She loves him. He is her family and she would be lost without him. “What does it mean?” There’s a small tilt to the left side of her head. She wants to know. Wants to know what the emotional connection is. Wants to know what it means to him.

     “What are the tra-trad-traditions?” The last word is a struggle for Eleven, despite how far she has come in her learning. Despite how far she still has to go, she wants to know. Wants to quench her thirst for curiosity, as she’s heard Dustin say in the past and she knows that Will can explain it to her.

[munsontm]

that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal.

Duh, of course, it was illegal. Lots of fun things were exceptionally illegal, taking drugs, underage drinking, arson (in the form of letting off fireworks in abandoned buildings), stealing from the supermarket, and vandalising school property. All things that Eddie had done at one point or another. He still did some of them because life was boring without risk, and he didn't want to lead a boring life, especially since he only had one, which Vecna temporarily ended, but he didn't want to think about that right then.

He threw another Red Vine over to Will (yes, he paid for these ones), his new potential partner in crime, where they sat in the remaining pitiful woodland of Hawkins. Unfortunately, much of the greenery had been taken over by death and decay and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. If Vecna had his way, the whole world would perish beneath the disease, and it was up to a bunch of nerds and kids to somehow stop that. Jesus fucking christ, they were all so dead. Eddie swiftly shoved some more candy in his mouth to soothe the internal dread that flared up. That kept happening; he wished it wouldn't if only to allow him to keep up appearances in front of the others.

"It's not like many folks are still around the town to stop us, kiddo. It'll be like taking candy from a baby. If the baby were an industrial warehouse full of salt. But that's what your sister needs, right? It amplifies her superpowers?" Honestly, he figured they'd be thanked for it in the end if it brought them one step closer to wiping Vecna's face out of existence. And Byers was a great choice to get it on this with because no one would suspect him with his sweet little face and polite demeanour. But in his experience, the quiet kids were always the ones the surprised people the most. There was a lot more to Will Byer's than met the eye. He just knew it. Normal kids didn't survive in hell and make it out to the other side twice. Nah, this kid had badass written all over him, even if he himself didn't get that yet.

Another Red Vine headed Will's way once Eddie saw he was done, and he took one for himself, chewing on it while wild ideas formed in his squirrely head. "We'll be like Gandalf and Radagast going to raid the tomb of The Witch King of Angmar or something for dark artefacts. Ain't that shit hot enough for ya, Byers?" He pointed his finger at his companion, lips curved into a daring smile. "If I clear out all the shit in my van. We could pull a huge fucking haul, dude. Vecna would be pissing his tighty-whiteys---or whatever he wears...flesh, I guess." A shudder ran through him from intrusive images that Eddie did not wish to imagine again. "But my point stands. Illegal or not. Jane is gonna need what we can get her, and I say you're just the man for the job. So what say you, Will The Wise?" Eddie finalised, brandishing one of the Red Vines like a twirly wand.

@cleryc

[proudfrcak]

❛   in spite of everything, you’re still you.  ❜

~~📷~~ He knew things had changed since they'd moved away from Hawkins--- had it been a good decision? at that time, it had seemed like it was. Their family needed a break. But was it better for him? Yes and no...

Moving out of Hawkins had meant moving away from everything he knew. Everything he'd built up the last few months, years....he had to leave it behind. Had to leave Nancy behind. And Will had to leave his friends behind too. It had been hard for both of them.

But--- Will still had Jane....who did he have? no one once again. Until he met Argyle. He learned him how to relax --with a little help---. Mae him help forget about everything for a while.

He didn't touch his camera aymore. he didn't really know why...maybe because it reminded him too much about his previous life. His Hawkins life.

But one thing he didn't want to change....that was his big brother role. Even if he felt like it's also changed a little. Those words meant a lot to him.

"I'll always be me. I'll always be here for you. No matter what".

| @cleryc |

[chiefhcpper]

❝ what if i’m not good? what if i’m the monster? ❞  

quote starters || @cleryc

He can't help the way something in his ribs gives a very sharp squeeze, at the kid's words. He looks down at the young Byers boy, with a heaviness in his heart that reaches up into his weathered blue eyes, too. He's too goddamn young to have seen as much as he has, in his short life. When he was Will's age, he'd been stealing beer and cigarettes from his pa, living and loving without a goddamn care in the world. Will's survived horrors that most of the world couldn't ever imagine, and in that boy's soft heart, he fears he's a monster.

Hopper is nothing short of patient, and sympathetic, as he reaches one gentle hand to settle the weight of it on top of Will's shoulder. He gives him a kind squeeze, willing that some sort of comfort could be passed to him through the touch.

❝ ― what you've lived through, kid... it's a hell of a thing, ❞ He begins, keeping his tone low and soft, ❝ you should have never had to experience any of it. Living through things like that...? The upside down, the mind flayer. Having that control and autonomy ripped from your hands... Sometimes these things- leave scars, on a person. Deep ones, that other people can't see. Sometimes scars like that stay open for a long time. Like they don't seem to want to heal. Sometimes we forget ourselves, the way we used to be, because who we became after it all makes the man in the mirror seem like a stranger. That doesn't make you a monster, Will. These feelings, these fears... it's what makes us human. ❞

[wheelrismsarchived]

ive mostly adored from afar, but i love ur nancy and hope we can write/plot something soon!

We must change that! Omg for real. Give Nancy a Will shes protective as hell over, because you know she would be.

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

cleryc asked:

“That was my leg!”

Max let out an ‘oof’, when she fell off of her skateboard, watching it go flying. She wasn’t sure where it would land at first, until it was too late. “Heads!” She yelled, but that just made everyone in the parking lot look up. It didn’t actually warn Will. Normally she was an expert at controlling her board, but right now, she was attempting a new trick. Maybe doing it in a crowd of people wasn’t her brightest idea. 

Ignoring her wounded elbow, she jumped up, running towards Will after her skateboard hit him in the shin. “Holy shit! I am so sorry Will.. Are you alright?” Of course he wasn’t. No one liked getting hurt , especially when they weren’t the one attempting new things. Also if anyone knew how badly it hurt getting whacked in the shin, Max did. “Come on, let me take you to the nurse, get an icepack..” She offered, as she sheepishly reached down, grabbing her board. Sticking it in her bag.

The redhead learned her lesson, for now at least. Eyes boring into Will’s as she waited for him to decide his next move. Making sure he wasn’t limping, it would only make her feel worse.

[cursedtcwn]

Closed Starter || @cleryc​ || From Eleven

     Halloween. It was a holiday that she had only heard of once she had left the confinements of the lab. Brenner never taught them of these holidays that people celebrated outside the walls they all grew up in. When asked about snow, he simply replied that it was something that happened in the season of Winter, depending on the place one lived, they got snow and if they lived in a different place, they had sun and warmth from it's rays.

     Eleven had longed to partake in these holidays after she had heard about them. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Even hearing about one called Valentine's Day had intrigued her. They were new experiences, something she desired to understand. To go through at it's fullest and whatever was attached with it. Christmas outside of the lab? The first one? Spent in a snow covered forest, having learned to find warmth when and where she could, Hopper would leave food for her in a box, one that she could open from the Upside Down and be able to survive until her escape.

     When Doctor Owens had moved her to live with the Byers family, Eleven had wondered once more if she would get to experience these holidays that she had once heard about. She wondered if the Byers celebrated them or perhaps they had different things to celebrate? Either way, she wanted the experience. Wanted to see them in their full. Wanted to partake in their livelihoods they could offer.

     "We care...this?" She questions with a raise of an eyebrow. She's sitting at the kitchen table, one that is thoroughly covered in news papers, with two large pumpkins sitting atop it. A third was sitting upon the bar that connected this room to the kitchen. There were tools in front of her with bright orange handles, the likes of which, she had never seen before and she was filled with curiosity.

     She shakes her head, picking up the serrated knife and looking from it to the pumpkin, a slightly tilt of her head to the left as she tries to understand what exactly she was meant to do here. "You go first." She nods to Will then, a small smile finding it's way over her features. "Then I will follow."

[munsontm]

[ text ] are you drunk? i think i am.

TEXT MEME / ACCEPTING / @cleryc

( sms: gandalf ) i'm about to make some bold assumptions here. ( sms: gandalf ) did you mean to text wheeler? cus I'm not wheeler. ( sms: gandalf ) is this a roundabout way of asking me to pick you up, so your mom doesn't kick your ass? cus i can do that. ( sms: gandalf ) if you're not sure whether you're drunk, and you need to ask. ( sms: gandalf ) then you are actually most likely drunk. ( sms: gandalf ) question time: how much and what did you drink exactly? where are you? annnd are you safe? ( sms: gandalf ) AND did you take anything else? cus if so, I need to know what. ( sms: gandalf ) finally, i won't tell. don't piss your panties, okay? xoxo

[cthulhued]

                                                      ARGYLE.

he stared at the other as he leaned on the side of the van , arms crossed over his chest. the long hours on the road was getting to everyone , he knew this. it was getting to him and damn-- did he need a smoke but he wanted to wait for jonathan for that. “hey--” he called out to @cleryc​ softly. “you okay there , william?” he thought of the kid as a little brother ever since he had gotten closer with the oldest byers. “you need to talk? i always have an ear. i’m am amazing listener.”

[proudfrcak]

❛   i don’t want to let go. i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❜  

~~📷~~ This was always gonna happen--- he didn't know how no one saw it coming. When it came between him and his brother to play bait, Jonathan was always gonna be the one stepping up. There was absolutely no way he was letting Will do this. End of story.

He'd given everyone a hug, receiving their words of encouragement, of bravery, of goodbye--- even if that last word wasn't uttered from anyone's lips yet. It was blatantly obvious.

He left Will for last. for obvious reasons.

There was a big sobbing sound when he wrapped his arms around his little brother. He couldn't identify if it came from him or Will---probably from both.

"It's okay. It's gonna be okay", Will would still have enough people to fall back on if this all went wrong. Their mom, Eleven, Hopper, his friends,....He was gonna be okay. He was sure of it. His hold tightened, then he pulled back a little, hands grabbing his little brother's arms, fingers digging into his skin. His eyes locking onto his brother's, "it's not goodbye, Will", a very small smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "I'll be back, okay?"

He doesn't say "I promise", because he doesn't want his brother's heart to break if that promise would get broken. So he leaves it at that. And hopes he really will be coming back.

| @cleryc |

[pcrfectstorms]

@cleryc

Crazy together but because they’ve been playing the will-they-won’t-they game all through senior year

(started drawing the first slide based off astrobi’s incredible fic but then it got out of hand)

[pcrfectstorms]

so it's most midnight by me, and i just wanted to made a little sappy post... i came back to tumblr in january of this year after a three year hiatus in the euphoria fandom where i reconnected with some of the best folks i've met on this hellsite ( @redemptioninterlude @notcruel @killjoysanonymous looking at you lot, and honorary mention to my bestie @liiabilities who i will dag back to tumblr in 2023 just you wait & to @kitkween even thought you left tumblr dot com earlier this year ily and your always stuck with me ) the first half of this year was full of late night sunday's screaming at you guys and the rest of the week decompression from the episode and talking about our unhinged but often accurate as fuck fan theories, it was a fucking pleasure to come back to such a precious wee group of friends.

then as the year went on, i eventually made this blog and got knee deep in the stranger things fandom, which was warned about getting into (lmao lor when do you ever listen, they can't be worse than riverdale, right? wrong.) but i don't fucking regret a second of it because i have met some of the best people , who i am lucky to call friends, who, while we might not always speak daily you have all made this wild little corner of the internet we all call our own a wonderful place to be, and are the reason i stuck it out in this fandom, and will continue to in 2023! special mention to @usawfulfew @clockworkfm @temporarywiin @tthehair @kingsnack @eddie @cleryc who i have had the pleasure of getting to know better over the last couple of months, you have all made my 2022, and can't wait to see what 2023 brings for us all!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY MUTUALS, I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR Y'ALL DESERVE IT ♡♡♡

[zoomingupthathill-moved]

cleryc asked:

“Am I in your way?”

His question caught her off guard. Had she made him feel like he was in the way? Fingers gripping the straps of her backpack tightly. Will had been gone for a while, maybe Mike, Dustin, and Lucas didn’t tell him what was going on with her? Max would write to him here and there, pretending that everything was fine -- maybe that was where she went wrong.. If she were being honest , she wasn’t expecting him to return, so letting him think she was the same Max that he left -- well it was the easiest thing to do. 

“No.. I , i’m just not sure what you’re doing? Did you need to go by? Did you want to walk to class together?” She couldn’t just shut him out immediately, she slowly had to ease him into it. The others got that courtesy, he deserved the same. 

“No -- you are not in the way Will, I was just surprised that you were waiting outside my classroom, and not .... Mikes, or El’s..” 

[wheeling]

was alex also cleryc?

yep. unfortunately.