STRANGER THINGS
Writing Cards
Joyce Byers x Black!Afab!Fem!Reader
Relationship to Joyce: Steve’s Older Sister and Joyce’s well known friend
Stranger Things 3 Spoilers!! ⚠️
TW/CW: Slight mention of an age gap, age gap (Reader is 25 and Joyce is 43), Reader being flirty, slight allusion of sex, nervous Joyce, mentions of Will Byers
Wc: 808
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Christmas time with the Byers is always fun. Your parents would leave for a family vacation, that you didn’t bother to attend, and you’d Christmas all alone by yourself. So, you set your trip out to the Byers’ home. You were a fond friend of Jonathan, you being a few years older than him and also being well known with Mike and the Gang; but one person that really sparked your interest was Joyce. You knew that it was wrong in so many ways like her but how could you tell Jonathan that? He’s your close friend despite his curiosity in smoking pot with Argyle. He was like the little brother you never had.
You agreed to help Joyce this year with Will‘s Christmas project by helping make Christmas cards for the teachers in his school. All you two had to do was help him cut and paste the different stickers and shapes that was going to be used for the card. Will gave you the task to run to the general store to pick up the needed items. Coincidentally, not really, Joyce happened to be working a shift there. The wind howled as you got out of Steve’s car that you borrowed, as he was already at Will’s house to help decorate too.
The bell above the door jingled and you ventured into the store. It was empty per usually and even Joyce wasn’t at the front of the counter, so you assumed that she would be in the back. You hunted for the supplies and you walked through the aisle. You spotted the brown-haired woman and decided to spook her. She was restocking some Christmas tree ribbons when you crept up behind her. “Boo!” You whispered as you attacked Joyce with a sudden touch of her hips.
Joyce screamed as she turned around to see who attacked her. “Jesus R/n! You scared the crap out of me.” Joyce yelled, her face flushed once see saw you laughing at her reaction. “I didn’t think you’d get scared that easily.” She rolls her eyes at you and keeps stocking shelves. “What brings you here?” She questioned as you followed her to keep the conversation going. “Will sent me to get the stuff for his project.”
“He did? What time is it?” She said as she rushed to finish what she has to do. You looked at the watch on your wrist and it read 7:35pm. “It’s 5 minutes ‘til 7:40.” You said as you handed her your items for her to ring up. “Okay. When you head back can you tell will I’ll be there as soon as I can?” Joyce says as she hands me my bag. “I will. See ya soon Joycie.” You joked before heading out.
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You’re about half way done helping Will when Joyce comes into the house, bring a cold breeze of air with her. “Will! Hey I’m sorry for coming in late honey. Did you eat dinner before R/n helped out?” Joyce says as she pulled off her coat and shoes off at the door. “Yeah mom.” Will responded while he still finished putting a sticker on a card. “Okay. R/n and I can finish this up for you. It’s getting late and you have school tomorrow.” Will groans and tries to protest but Joyce gives him a look and he goes to his room.
“Sorry about that. He hates when he has to go to bed. Uh mind if I help?” Joyce says awkwardly. “Yeah. Will showed me a specific way on how to cut out the stars.” You demonstrate how the stars should be cut but she fails at doing so. “Here, I’ll show you.” You stand up behind Joyce and let your hands press against Joyce’s; your breast pressed against her back while you helped her guide the scissors along the paper.
“There. That looks much better.” You whispered in her ear before you moved your hands off of hers and back to your seat. “Hey, um thank you again for helping out. I don’t think I would have gotten it all done in one night.” Joyce says, a rosiness quickly spreading across her face. “No problem. I’d do anything to help.” You flirted. You could see Joyce shift in her seat under her your glare.
“I think I’m about done now.” You told Joyce after cutting your last shape. “I think so too.” You both cleaned up the scraps from the table and made sure the shapes didn’t get lost. “I suppose it’s getting late. I should head home. Steve’s probably wondering where his car is by now. He treat it like its a baby.” You gagged. “Yeah. Thank you again.” Joyce says as she walks you towards the door. “ Hey, uh would you like to have dinner some time?” Joyce stammered.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
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