#byersxbrother

[kingofbats]

@byersxbrother replied to your photoset

Why is this something Steve does when around jon?

dskdskf you’re right

[nancy--wheeler]

“I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”

UMBRELLA ACADEMY STARTERS — jonathan || @byersxbrother

Nancy paused in the doorway of the Byers’ home, surveying the damage as Jonathan disappeared into the kitchen. Broken glass on the floor, Will’s blue drawings scattered haphazardly across the room - a mess, like it always was after one of their battles. Having just returned from the cabin to find Steve and the kids NOT there, like they’d promised they would be, Hopper had radioed to say he’d go look for them while Joyce took Will to the bathroom to help him get cleaned up. No doctors this time; at least, not yet. Not until they were sure they knew everything was over, that alerting the medical professionals wouldn’t trigger some kind of action at the Lab. Which left Nancy and Jonathan alone in the front of the house, well aware that their already long night was FAR from over. 

Although Nancy was WORRIED for her little brother, wondering where the hell he’d gone to this time, she was more concerned for Jonathan. Watching Will suffer like that had been had for her; she couldn’t imagine the PAIN it had caused him, to stand there and not be able to help him in any way. The way he’d clung to her, burying his face into her neck as his brother screamed? Had been HEART WRENCHING. Following Jonathan into the kitchen, Nancy didn’t even bother to concern herself with appropriate physical boundaries. Not after last night - not after everything they’d shared in the last 24 hours, good and bad. With his back turned to her at the coffee maker, Nancy wrapped her arms around him from behind and held on tight. Tight enough that he COULDN’T get away from the comfort she was trying to offer him, nuzzling his face into the space between his shoulder blades. 

“It’s OKAY, you know. If you want to fall to pieces. I’ll ... I won’t tell anyone. Will doesn’t have to see. You can ... you can fall apart; I’ll CATCH you.” 

[starbuckskeptic-a]

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@byersxbrother // lyric starters // take me to church - hozier

[barbhclland]

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“You know what makes me feel better when my heart’s broken? Cake.”

[joneshead]

JONATHAN!    @byersxbrother  / ♥sc

"Ever sell your stuff?” A bump upwards of his chin with the question, Jughead couldn’t deny he was curious in the other boy’s work. Perhaps it was just one loner to another, one artist to another. Though perhaps his writing wasn’t exactly fit for the title of art, he considered it somewhere near the term anyways, and it was the creation of something. Of course, Betty Cooper would have been more likely to say something like that, that his writing really was art. Not many people looked at him the way she did, but then, the blonde girl held everyone up with her bubbly smile and bolstering voice, and even he couldn’t deny that it hadn’t had its effect. She was the reason anyone had read his work to date, and maybe just part of why he continued to write when he felt like he’d hit a wall.

“Or d’you just do what I’ve always done, pile it up in shoeboxes and leave them in my closet until I’m tempted to open it again ...”

[secondnell]

@byersxbrother

“I’m sorry,” 

        Nell was ill at ease in the small Indiana town. She was used to new school and new people to talk to, but something about everyone being so close KNIT made it difficult for her to integrate. In normal school there were these pockets where you could integrate yourself - join a club - befriend someone - but here it was as if Nell was on her own iceberg, set adrift in the cold sea. She had her siblings of course, which was why it was so horrifying to her about what happened to the younger Byers boy. 

        “I read about what happened to your brother.” She said gently. Nell shifted in place, it was odd to admit aloud that she had been following the story at all. She knew all too well about how when tragedy struck that apologies fell from peoples mouthes but fell onto deaf actions. “If there’s anything to do to help, if you all need help,” Nell began to babble and she held her history book close to her chest. After an awkward moment Nell sticks out her hand, “I’m - uh - Nell by the way.” 

[rayofsunshinc]

         starter for @byersxbrother

❝Morrissey is kind of whiney,  don’t you think?❞   Steve asked,  as he looked over the cassette that he was holding.   He often put his foot in his mouth,  and this was one of those cases.   He was trying to do better.   Communicate in something other than sarcasm and rude comments.   ❝I mean,  I guess it’s okay to be emotional sometimes.   --   I didn’t come talk to you just to trash-talk your music.   I’m sorry.   The Smiths are kinda cool.❞   He said offering a half-smile.

[illuminatethesehcpelessplaces]

closed starter for @byersxbrother

It took Brody a while to find where the boy ate lunch, but he finally found him. “Hey Jonathan,” he smiled as he sad next to him—a hesitant smile, but a sincere one. They weren’t really “friends” but Brody always tried to be as nice to everyone as possible. “it’s really awesome that they found your brother. How are you doing?”

[sawsomeghosts]

@byersxbrother wanted a starter from lydia !

                ❝I was told that I was no longer allowed to wear a veil in class as it was deemed DISTRACTING to the other students. The least I was allowed to wear as an expression of myself was a hat. I don’t know how that’s not distracting but I refuse to let staff strip me down of my RIGHT to wear clothes.❞  She pulled out her bag from her locker, slipping it around her arm securely, and then took the camera out as well, fastening the strap around her neck and letting it rest on her chest.  ❝Have you been taking any photos lately?❞

[justicescreaming]

“D-don’t come in- I’m fine-“ (for Joyce)

���You don’t sound fine,” she called through the door.  “Please, honey, let me help.”

@byersxbrother

[janehopperra]

“I-it’s just a few songs, but ... I thought maybe ... you’d like these ones.” The small cassette is wrapped in brown paper. But he figured it was easy enough to know what it was anyways.

Give Jane Some Christmas Gifts Via Ask!

Oh yes, even Eleven could guess what the gift was. Just judging from the shape of the present and the mention of songs, she could tell that it was a cassette, one developed just for her! Meant for her to try and listen to and ‘jam out’ to when she couldn’t go to the Byers household. Curiously, she tore open the brown paper, and a thankful smile graced her features when her guess was confirmed.

“..Thank you, J-Jon.” It’s a tiny gift compared to the ones that her friends had gotten her, but still, it’s something truly special! It even earned a quick hug from the curly-haired girl, something rare that was only given to those considered her own family, before she quickly ran over to Will to show off her new gift.

[writer-reckless]

@byersxbrother

Rain shattered against the roof of her brother’s car, breaking the empty silence that had been nagging at her for the remainder of her lunch period. After her brother had abruptly left in the middle of their conversation, slamming the door after him, she knew the tears couldn’t be stopped. She had sat in the car, alone, for the last twenty minutes, willing the tears to stop. Honestly she should have been thankful they were silent tears, rather than what they could have been: violent sobs erupting out of her, shaking she couldn’t control, hyperventilating, gasping for air that she didn’t even want in her lungs to begin with. 

She heard the bell and quietly pulled her makeup out. She powdered her nose as she began to collect herself. Isabel Evans didn’t cry, she tried to remind herself. But to no avail, considering Max had single highhandedly ruined her life. Ten years ago, when her now adopted parents had found her wondering around, naked, in the New Mexico desert, her life had began. She did her best not to think about her life before then, but somehow she knew she was different. 

When Isabel was ten years old her parents moved her and her brother to Hawkins, Indiana. This was her home, where she was safe and secure. Isabel Evans, it girl of Hawkins High. Until five days ago when her idiot brother healed someone in broad daylight. Ever since then she’d been terrified. She kept picturing herself, stiff sprawled out on a cold, metal slab. Cut open, being tested and prodded. A shiver rushed down her spine as she shut the car door, heading toward the school. 

Half an hour ago Max admitted to Isabel that he had told this girl he healed the truth about them. That they were different. She didn’t think she’d been able to breathe since he said those words. Fear was consuming her, and she just knew that Sheriff Valenti was going to burst through the doors and take her away, any minute now. 

She didn’t realize she wasn’t watching where she was going, or more likely she wasn’t comprehending her surroundings. She knocked into someone, hard. Her tooth went through her lip as she hit the ground with a thud. 

“Great, you know. That’s just great. Fanfuckingtastic.” She threw her arms up in exasperation, a few tears slipping out. She felt a bit of blood drop down her mouth. “Exactly what I needed right before the homecoming dance, a bruised lip.” 

As she picked herself up off the ground she brought her eyes up to meet the person she’d bumped into and sighed. “Oh, it’s you.” Jonathan Byers. She’d done a project with him for English class at one point, though she still knew absolutely nothing about the guy. “Look, I didn’t mean to, okay?” 

[nancy--wheeler]

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i cannot underline or stress enough how MUCH my nancy loves your jonathan. all she ever wants to do is make him feel safe and loved, and try to take some of that weight he insists on shouldering all by himself. i might hate you sometimes for all the angst you throw my way, but it’s just because there is so much LOVE there that it hurts me

[tradedhope]

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             ❛ Okay, so, what do you think about this one?❜  Will asks after turning a few pages in the sketchbook that he had gotten for Christmas from his family. There were quite a FEW art pieces in it already - Some bigger, some smaller, people, landscapes, mythical creatures and then -- ACTUAL people. Like Mike Wheeler. Will, however, right now was BUSY showing off pictures to his brother that he’s drawn of mostly DnD sessions, or quite METAPHORICAL scenarios of what they’ e gone through the past YEAR. Without explanation behind the art, anyway.                ❛ I mean, it is up for IMPROVEMENT, but ---- I ran out of yellow mid-way.❜  The younger brother speaks with a LAUGH. It was one of those times FINALLY, still in the winter break when he and Jonathan could once again just --- BOND. Listen to some music. Talk. Do their BROTHERLY THINGS.

[trustbitchin]

“ Let me help you with that. ”

Johnny be good is her older brother now goodbye // (ACCEPTING) - @byersxbrother

    M A T H is like A I R. For it is S E C O N D nature to her, no focus needed. N U M B E R S upon P A P E R make sense and they C O N N E C T, she can work them like M A G I C. It’s always been E A S Y and she is awfully T H A N K F U L!! 

    But E N G L I S H and G R A M M A R– well, that S U B J EC T is like W A T E R. It can be R E F R E S H I N G and S I M P L E…but if one is not well versed in the concept of L A N G U A G E, then they are doomed to D R O W N in its complexities. El is D R O W N I N G in punctuation and present tenses– U N C E R T A I N and utterly O V E R W H E L M E D. The T I C K I N G clock grows L O U D E R and H A R S H E R, ramming that R E M I N D E R into her S O U L that she’s been at it for H O U R S and she’s hardly finished her workbook. It’s difficult– it’s way too D I F F I C U L T!! 

    D E F E A T E D is the girl who so A N G R I L Y chooses to unleash the M O N S T E R within, grunting as she T U R N S her H E A D abruptly allowing papers to F L Y about the K I T C H E N in every direction– telekinetic and careless. Her A R M S will fold, the F R U S T R A T I O N is R E A L.

‘Let me help you with that.’

    She is far too S T U B B O R N to admit the D E F E A T, even after such a H O R R I D display, “English is stupid.” Instead, she shall be passive aggressive at the subject itself, “Hate it.”

[joneshead]

‘  it’s a long time coming.  ’

CLEOPATRA! 

"You think?” Sarcasm, what was always his tongue’s natural tendency, came off rough and dry as he nearly rolled his eyes away from the other boy. Refraining only to give him a long look, mostly void, he couldn’t say that he didn’t find Jonathan’s presence refreshing. He had a certain perspective on the new kid considering most people hadn’t bothered to introduce themselves upon his strange arrival. He seemed to provide no good reason for his family moving to Riverdale -- at least, not good enough to appease the teenage masses who liked to attach themselves to whomever would give them the juiciest bit of gossip for them to pass along in hopes of being liked by those residing at the top of the social hierarchy. Of course, even the pariahs at the bottom knew what was going on, Jughead Jones most of all. His ears were well attuned to the rumour mills of their dusty high school, and what they had to say about the loner with the camera weren’t exactly kind. Another thing he was rather familiar with.

Brows rose almost dismissively, expression easing into something softer, friendlier. He liked the other boy well enough -- they’d connected on a few things that he knew his other friends misunderstood. “Tell me something then,” he said easily, leaning forward a little. “Why all the ambiguity? You get all clammy whenever anyone says anything about where you’re from. Does this have something to do with Barbara Holland.” A beat, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Yeah, I read the newspapers too.”

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