#byersoldest

                why    do    people    always    ask    that        ?        is    your    glass    full    or    half    empty        ?        the    question    makes    you    want    to    roll    your    eyes    and    snap    something    snarky    ,        like    you    don’t    have    a    glass    to    begin    with    ,        or    it’s    just    fucking    even    ,        byers    ,        i    don’t    fucking    know    .        but    you’re    not    a    complete    asshole    ,        and    jon    doesn’t    deserve    that    .        you    cast    him    a    glance    ,        followed    by    a    puff    of    laughter    .        ❛        i    dunno    ,        half    empty        ?        does    it    matter        ?        ❜

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?”

         ❛   occasionally,   ❜    she   admits    with   a    faint   nod,   shimmer   accented   features   pleasant   in   the   moonlight   while   she   tries   envisioning   what   she’d   be   doing    in   california   in   this   moment.   who   knows   ?   maybe   watching   the   sunset   over   malibu   from   her   bedroom   window,   flipping   through   a   calculus   textbook   or  planning   tomorrow   morning’s   outfit   to   perfection,   another   day   of   the   fruitless   barbie   doll   life.   but   can   she   truly   say   she   lived   in   luxury   when   she’s   never   felt   connected   to   anyone   like   she   does   now   ?   sure,   lydia’s   house   was   fancier   &   her   peers   would   be    at   her   heels   like   lost   puppies   for   fashion   advice   or   rumor   confirmations   but   she   was   on   another   wavelength.   she   was   lonely,   but   ever  since   she   &   natalie   changed   their   scenery   dramatically,   she   has   a   feeling   she’s   found   a   richer   life.  

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               It caught him off guard. The cigarette hovered halfway between nowhere in his mouth. Where once it had been a social vice, now it was becoming more of a real habit. A pack crumpled in his back pocket. Steve crushed it out until there was no more smoke to be seen. 

                         “I don’t,” Steve said. “I don’t hate you. If this is about Nance…” 

               What else could it be about? Sure, he’d said some terrible things in the past–stupid things, things that had no right coming out of his mouth over stupid jealousy, Steve had hoped that Jonathan knew there were no hard feelings. Steve could understand if it was the other way around. If Jonathan hated him because of how stupid he’d been, and could still be at times… it’d make sense. Steve didn’t always like the person in the mirror either. All that faux bravado in high school had been just that. Fake. 

@byersoldest

@byersoldest // it’s real talk with jonathan byers apparently.

                       “Hah, yeah, like I’d know. You’re asking the wrong person.” 

          Steve didn’t think he expected an answer. How could he know when any of this would stop? Even when he was pretending things were normal, he’d still been off. The odd night of sleeplessness, staring at the light shining from the pool through his window and thinking of Holland. Now, there were far more sleepless nights, far more things to worry about. Steve couldn’t close his eyes without seeing something monstrous. Human or otherwise. Funny, how the worst things that happened to him weren’t demogorgon related at all.