Maybe a weird one but can I get Joyce Byers mom teaching u to cook? Thank you
Hi love <3 and noo, don't worry it's not weird! It's really really sweet :) I loove Winona Ryder so let's goo ^^
El <3
Joyce Byers- a pinch of love
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Joyce Byers
The aroma of garlic and sautéed onions fills the air in the Byers’ kitchen, mingling with the famous 80’s tune blaring from the old transistor radio that sits on the countertop.
The soft, syrupy notes of Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time” play a comforting backdrop to the busy scene unfolding in the dimly lit kitchen. You take a moment to lean against the doorframe, watching your mother, Joyce Byers, expertly chop vegetables with a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me make the best lasagna in Hawkins?”
She calls playfully, her voice riddled with laughter and a hint of sarcasm. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself.
"Yes ma'am. Your co-worker is ready for business!"
You say, playfully and smile at your mom, listening to Cyndi filling the kitchen with beautiful positive energy.
This is the kind of moment you live for—just the two of you, no upside-down monsters lurking around, no government experiments to worry about, just a mother and child soaking up the warmth of a shared moment.
You step into the kitchen, your sneakers squeaking against the linoleum flooring. The walls are painted a soothing shade of pale yellow, adorned with sunflowers—Joyce's favorite. The retro appliances hum softly, and you smile, recalling how she often tells stories of their quirky past when she bought each one.
You take your place at the kitchen island, pulling on the apron she handed you—one covered in cartoon cats that always makes you laugh, no matter how many times you wear it.
Joyce gives you a look of approval as she dusts her hands on her apron, the fabric twinkling with bits of flour and an assortment of spices.
“Okay, first things first-”
She says, leaning closer, her eyes twinkling.
“Cooking is like magic, and the kitchen is our world of enchantment. You’ve got to put your heart into every dish.”
With a quick flick of her wrist, she picks up a clove of garlic, handing it to you.
“Can you crush this for me?”
You nod, grabbing a knife and awkwardly trying to replicate what she effortlessly does.
"Am I doing it right?"
You ask as she looks at you, her eyes full of love.
“Don’t smash it like it owes you money.”
She teases, her laughter ringing through the room. It’s infectious, and soon you are both giggling, the tension of the day melting away.
Joyce pulls out a cookbook from a shelf—its spine cracked, pages stained with a bit of sauce and love.
“This is my secret weapon..”
She whispers, as if sharing a grand secret with you.
“The better the recipe, the more you can improvise!”
As you dive deeper into the culinary journey, she shares with you little tidbits about her childhood, her dreams, and how even the most mundane ingredients can bring family together.
You chop, mix, and taste, dodging flour clouds materializing as she playfully throws a pinch at you, exclaiming-
“The more, the merrier!”
Amid the laughter, there’s a moment of seriousness as she lights a cigarette, the smoke curling up like a ghost.
“Never lose your ability to be silly, sweetheart.."
She says thoughtfully, her voice a blend of bravado and vulnerability.
“Life can be tough, but laughter is the best seasoning.”
You nod, absorbed in her words. It’s these little life lessons that cement your bond, making you realize that cooking is more than just about the food—it’s about sharing love through every layer, every flavor.
"You always know how to make me feel better mom."
You add, smiling to her as she takes another drag of her cigarette.
"Also, does Cyndi help while making food?
You smile, Joyce laughing with you. She sees you're just like her.
As the lasagna bubbles away in the oven, Joyce retrieves a couple of glasses from the cupboard, and pours a splash of grape soda for you both—simple pleasures that feel straight out of an adventure movie.
“Did I ever tell you how I used to dance to Prince in the living room while making dinner?”
She asks, her expression mischievous.
“I think I heard that story, like, a hundred times."
You reply with a smile, taking a sip and savoring the sweetness. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Each retelling brings you closer to understanding your mom—the woman with a propensity for wild hair and wild dreams.
Before long, the timer dings, and Joyce lifts the lasagna from the oven, its cheesy aroma filling the space like a warm blanket. She turns, her eyes sparkling with pride.
“You ready for the best meal ever?”
You burst out in enthusiastic agreement, your heart swelling. Moments like these turn the chaos of everyday life into treasured memories.
As you sit down to eat, laughter continues to resonate between you, a symphony of flavor and familial bond filling the room.
In this cozy kitchen, surrounded by the essence of the 80’s and the unmistakable warmth of love, you realize that you’re learning more than how to cook; you’re learning about life, connection, and family—one delicious meal at a time.
Yaaaaaay women in my requests!! I loved this one so so much. I hope y'all liked it too. I can write anything for any character babes and don't forget- requests are always open and welcome <33
I love you guys so much
El <3
(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)
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