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WHAT IF I CAME BACK HERE................. WHAT THEN

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“Oh... Nancy?”

As Joyce turns around, she’s completely caught off-guard by the presence of the younger girl... so she only has a second to blink away her tears, and try and pretend that she hadn’t just been crying. It’s probably useless, of course... the redness of her eyes gives it all away, and she suspects that she looks like a mess, too. It could be worse, though. At least Nancy hadn’t caught her in the middle of her breakdown. 

“I’m- sorry.” she apologises, her voice just a little hoarse, and smiles. “It’s good to see you.”

@petitewheeler​ ( starter! )

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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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                      — ❝  I  WANT  TO  FINISH  WHAT  WE  STARTED   ❞

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As she opens the door to her house, Joyce can’t help but be a little surprised to see the face of the girl standing before her. It’s not a bad kind of surprise, though. After all, Nancy is always welcome in the Byers house.

Stepping back to welcome her inside, Joyce gives her a warm smile.

“Nancy! Come on in. I’m sorry about the mess.”

@princesswheelers​ (starter!)

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byersoldest

                  His head hung low & his breathing was soft & steady, deep & long. Alone, somewhere in his room, he sat, the music blaring out softly within the room ( the classics – his favorites, including Bowie, Queen, The Clash, & more ), his head absently bobbing with the music’s rhythm. He doesn’t hear her – not until she was already right beside him & he leans over, turning down the music ( not fully, it gave some background noise ), giving her the chance to speak. His brow raised & he just gives a small shrug of his shoulder, glancing between her & some random spot in the room. ❝ Yeah… I know, mom, ❞ He doesn’t speak with such confidence & assurance, indicated his actual thoughts. He finds himself to lean over & rest his head onto her shoulder – silently craving some sort of affection from his mother ( especially while she wasn’t busy ). ❝ I know… It just feels like you’ve been too busy. ❞

“Oh, honey...”

Joyce’s expression softens, a sad look in her eyes, and she finds herself putting her arm around him. ...It’s a painful answer to hear, because she knows that it’s true. She’s been so busy lately that it’s no wonder he feels like he hasn’t been able to talk to her.

Déjà vu hits her - she remembers a similar conversation they’d had before. Back when Will was still missing... It still makes feel ill to even think about that time. She’d thought she’d been supporting Jonathan better since then, but... has anything really changed? Has she been there for him?

“I know.” she says. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” and she rubs his shoulder, softly. After a moment, she speaks again. “But you can talk to me now, if you want.”

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replies are done but now I gotta get some more icons :’)

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I was busy today because it’s Easter, but I’ll be working on replies/starters and such tomorrow! ;w;

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please   /   reblog   like   this   if   you’re   still   an   active   stranger   things   blog   so   i   can   follow   you   !

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i mean obviously i’m distant. i’m a thousand miles away; obviously it’s tense there’s nothing else to say. i am so loosely connected in a couple different ways and i might not act like it but i think i love the taste.                 IND. SEL. head canon based; canon divergent NANCY WHEELER written by moony.

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Now’s probably the best time she’ll get.

So softly, and taking care not to disturb him, Joyce sits down by her eldest son’s side. It takes her a moment before she starts to speak, but when she does, her voice is gentle and kind. She’s been wanting to talk to him like this for a while, but... she’s hadn’t quite found the opportunity until now.

“Hey... you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

@byersoldest​ ( starter! )

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꧁poetry sentence starters꧂

from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin

 “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” 

“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” 

“ who robbed you of innocence? ” 

“ who was your first? ” 

“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ” 

“ the pain will always be there. ” 

“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ” 

“ you get what you allow. ”

“ i was never what you wanted. ” 

“ i was just the one you settled for. ” 

“ you’re an experience. ” 

“ meet me here. ” 

“ you were never the one. ” 

“ this was never love. ” 

“ you were simply necessary. ” 

“ i had to be hurt by you. ” 

“ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ” 

“ i hope you find the truth. ” 

“ and that’s how they control you. ” 

“ our version of living feels more like death. ” 

“ i understand you. ” 

“ i was forced to survive in your absence. ” 

“ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ” 

“ you’re always apologizing. ” 

“ one day I’ll stop listening. ” 

“ we grew apart.” 

“ we stopped trying. ” 

“ i’m trying to get better. ” 

“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ” 

“ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ” 

“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ” 

“ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ” 

“ it’s not your fucking fault. ” 

“ you can’t change a man. ” 

“ the thought of being in love is blinding. ” 

“ bargaining using sex.  either way you get screwed. ” 

“ the memories hurt the most. ” 

“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ” 

“ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ” 

“ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”

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starter call! like this post for a starter from joyce.

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“But God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there’s a chance that Will’s still out there!

Hey there! This is a new independent RP blog for Joyce Byers of Stranger Things. If you’re interested in interacting, would you consider giving this post a like and/or reblog? Thank you so much! ♡

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I’D CRAWL THROUGH HELL…

                                                                   if it meant I could keep you.

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tag drop.