Open RP Post | tfln overflow

[deadboywalking]

voila, a post for all your general RP needs with my Stranger Things kids! i've got these three lovelies (well, two, but one is at age 13 and age 17-ish) to choose from:

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canon!will, joyce or aged-up!will. probably gonna put tfln overflow here, but otherwise put any starters here or ideas or whatever. just go nuts!

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[mommabear]

[Joyce had been tense at the beginning of the evening, arms crossed tight over her chest, wearing that false half-smile she managed when she was especially anxious. Both her kids had picked up on it, too perceptive for their own good, Will staying close to her like a tiny watchful shadow, Jonathan arching both eyebrows when she mentioned Bob was coming over. Still, her tension had abated with every second Bob was there. He just had that effect on her, gentle and earnest, a rock of solidity in the chaos of her life.

The movie is ridiculous, and Joyce finds herself laughing more than she'd anticipated she would, sitting nestled close to Bob's side. Will had seemed to like it as well, and she even caught Jonathan cracking a grin a couple times. Dinner had been good too, something she hadn't had to worry about throwing together at the last minute, and the boys hadn't grumbled too much about doing the dishes.

Now she's sitting on the couch, wine in one hand, fighting the urge to stand up and go check on the kids for the fifth time. She looks reflexively at the hallway, wondering if the shadows she sees moving are real or just figments of her imagination. Then she looks at the door, waiting for the drunken knock that she got so familiar with when Lonnie still lived here.

Bob's question makes her jump a little, immediately turning red and hiding her face in one hand.] Better, I promise. I'm feeling better. I'm just...I don't know. [She doesn't know if she's more scared of demogorgons or her ex. Both seem equal threats just then.]

i'm sorry i'm slow as molasses lately

[radioshacks]

[ Bob doesn't ever judge Joyce for any of her fears or worries. He thinks it's natural and he adores her all the more for them. He doesn't think there could be a better lady or mom around. He draws her a little closer after she answers, a soft kiss to the side of her head.

There's only so much that he can do to chase the echoes of monsters away. He wishes that he could do more but he'll do his best in any case. ]

It's going to be alright. [ He doesn't promise, of course. Because he's realized sometimes things aren't alright no matter how good a person you are. ]