Mar 27
I want a tired mama Joyce wig.
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I want a tired mama Joyce wig.
Joyce Byers would punch Neil Hargrove in the motherfucking face that’s just a fact. It’s canon.
Joyce: You shouldn’t swear like that in front of her
Hopper: I don’t swear like that either! I would never say that in front of her, I’m not lying!
Rose: *runs by with Jane* Shut up bitch!
Hopper: *wheezes while trying his best to not bust out in hysterical laughter*
Joyce: You were saying?
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I kind of want to see Billy get offended on Steve's behalf. Like there is a big holiday get together and Steve cooks this huge elaborate meal for everyone and they are all joking about finding out who the catorer was and not being able to afford them. Billy, on the other hand, had to watch Steve work himself up to an almost breakdown trying to get everything ready for them all.
Steve was so proud of himself.
He had been cooking for days, slaving away in the kitchen as he made enough food for everyone for their big New Years’ Eve celebration.
Joyce had had everyone over for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Steve insisted he host the next one.
He had made a two pot roasts, perfectly cooked, a mountain of mashed potatoes, a large salad with homemade dressing, stuffing, had made spaghetti squash, a huge charcuterie board, had even made brownies and apple die and gingersnaps and homemade ice cream for dessert.
He was nearly vibrating as he welcomed everyone inside, as they cooed over the huge spread.
They sat down, Hopper and Joyce sitting at the ends of the long table in the elegant dining room.
“Steve, this is delicious.” Joyce was helping herself to the squash. Steve beamed.
“Where’d you get it all?” Mike had his mouth full.
“Oh, I actually went to the city for everything.” Bradley’s Big Buy didn’t have the exact kind of butter Steve wanted, so he had made Billy drive him out to the fancy grocery store in Indianapolis, made him wheel the cart as he smelled herbs and threw expensive cheeses at Billy.
“No, but from where?”
“Marsh Supermarket?” Steve’s brow was furrowed.
“Oh, does your family have like, a cook?”
“Not since I was a kid.” Billy raised one eyebrow glancing around the table. Apparently, everyone thought Steve was incapable of doing anything.
“So who catered?” Steve’s cheeks went red.
“Nobody. I cooked.” Dustin laughed, elbowing Steve.
“Yeah, okay, Buddy.” Steve’s face fell. Billy hated when Steve felt bad, needed to fix it right away.
“Steve spent four days making this dinner.” Billy shoved a big bite of stuffing in his mouth. “Everything’s great, Stevie.” Steve pulled a face, laughing a little at the way his cheeks were bulging.
“Nah, I don’t believe it.” Hopper grinned down the table, shooting a wink at Steve. He was silent for a moment. The chair legs scraped loudly as Steve pushed back from the table.
“Excuse me.” He raced upstairs. Billy sighed.
“You guys, he spent days cooking all this. He’s so proud of it. I know it’s literally the easiest thing ever to make fun of him, but like, pump the brakes.” There was a muttering of sorry, Billy down the table. Joyce stood up, tossed her napkin on the table.
“I’ll go talk to him.” Billy smiled at her.
She knocked softly on the door.
“Steve?” His bedroom door flew open. He was smiling at her, putting on this act right in front of her face. Had tears in his eyes still.
“Hey, Mrs. B. So sorry about that.” She pushed him back into the room, sat him down on the bed.
“Sweetheart, dinner is amazing. Thank you.” He smiled.
“It was no problem.”
“You spent days on it. And we were all so rude. That’s not okay. And I’m sorry.” He gave a big sigh, his face finally falling out of that falseness.
“Cooking is just, it’s the one thing I’m good at. And it kinda hurt that, that everyone things I’m no good at anything.”
“It makes complete sense why that would hurt you. And we don’t think that. I think you’re great at so many things. You’re good at being kind, and compassionate. You’re good at owning up to your mistakes and holding yourself accountable. You’re good at making the people you love feel safe and happy. Just added cooking to the list.” He smiled down at the floor, his cheeks red.
“That means a lot to me. Thank you.”
“Come down whenever you’d like, Sweetheart. But we’d love for you to join us.”
He took a few moments after she left to collect himself, traipsing softly down the stairs.
“Okay, when he comes in, I want fucking smiles, I want specific compliments on the food, and I want them to be from the goddamn heart.” Billy was standing next to Joyce at the head of the table. “He worked his ass off so that you ungrateful bitches could have a nice dinner. Lookin’ at you, Wheeler.”
“What did I do?”
“You’re just pissin’ me off extra today.” Steve laughed into his hand behind the wall. “He should be comin’ soon, so happy fucking faces.”
Steve gave them a second before he came around the wall, squeezing Billy’s arm as he sat.
“Great dinner, Steve. Sorry for giving you shit about it.” Steve smiled at Mike, who was wearing that pained fake smile he often sported at the Wheeler family dinners Steve sat in on.
There was a smattering of apologies and compliments from everyone just as Billy had requested.
Steve at with one hand, holding Billy’s tightly for the rest of the meal.
just a quick one
"I said, what I said!" -Nene Leaks
My 9 year old daughter during s2 rewatch: Hopper shouldn’t tell El she doesn’t have a mum. She could have one. Joyce could be her mum.
Me: well don’t I have some good news for you…🤣