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LONNIE BYERS. Nancy would honestly kill that man if she thought she could get away with it. He had done so much harm to a group of people that Nancy had grown to love like her own family, it made her blood boil. The way he’d treated Joyce. His emotional abuse towards Will. The physical abuse towards Jonathan. How he’d returned during Will’s disappearance for the money, and not out of any kind of genuine concern for the family he’d left behind. For a man who technically held the title of ‘father’, he didn’t deserve it. Especially not when that title came with such WONDERFUL sons as Jonathan and Will. Not even famous do-nothing Ted Wheeler was as horrible a partner or parent as Lonnie had been. As Lonnie always WOULD be.

Nancy sighed gently as Jonathan stepped closer, leaning into his palm on her cheek as her eyes met his. “… We’re alright.” she confirmed, giving him a tiny smile before leaning up to close the distance between them with a kiss. To be honest, her head was still kind of SPINNING - just an hour ago, she’d thought the two of them were truly over for good. To have him back, to know he still LOVED her? Was slowly setting in, clicking into cognition as more minutes passed by. “I’m … I’m really glad you came home.”

Jonathan pulled in a breath through his nose when Nancy leaned up and kissed him, almost melting against her, even though the action was brief. Her words made him feel much light. When he first saw her an hour ago he thought the world was crushing him but now? Now he had to hold onto her to keep from floating off the floor. He smiled down at her, his arms around her as he kept her close, “I’m glad I did too,” he chuckled. “And I’m staying,” he nodded. “Y’know when I can...I’m....I got offered a job with, uh, with the paper in Indianapolis and...it’s kinda far, but I can work from home really...just have to take pictures and mail em and show up there on Mondays through Wednesdays...but I can be here the rest of the week.

“If I take it,” he shrugged a shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her gently, “I mean I did get an offer from Hawkins too,” he smirked. “Teaching job,” he laughed, the tone one of disbelief. “Photography and English,” he dipped his head, nodding. “So uh...would you wanna...I dunno...stay here...with me?” he lifted an eyebrow.

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Nancy had almost forgotten how much Jonathan relied on NON-VERBAL reassurances when he was scared or uncertain. Hell… most of his existence was non-verbal. He talked so little, but said SO much with his carefully chosen words. And yet mountains of paragraphs wouldn’t move him the way she knew the brush of her hand or a kiss would. He’d told her that when they first started to get close; people don’t always say what they’re thinking. He put very little stock in what actually came out of people’s mouths, but relied on his observation of their actions.

After all, Lonnie had probably talked a good game about CARING for his family. But the abuse, drinking, and absence spoke volumes to the contrary. So Nancy immediately readjusted her stance, trying to wash away any sign that she was angry with him… or that she’d ever doubted him. Her hands lightly played with the longer strands of his hair at the back of his head, listening with a sympathetic nod of her head.

“… We’re all SCARED, Jonathan. Being with someone is scary.” Nancy replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Especially after going through what we have.”

Jonathan practically sagged against her when she stepped closed and readjusted her stance against him. He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly when she said they were all scared. He sighed through his nose again before he pulled back just enough to look down at her, frowning a little. “Yeah I know everyone is scared but...” he shrugged, “not everyone grew up with Lonnie Byers as their dad,” he rolled his eyes at the word. ‘Dad’ was the last thing he’d ever describe him as. There were animals who were better fathers than his.

He lifted his hand and cupped the side of her face, his thumb moving across her cheek as he sighed again. “So are we....” he trailed off and shook his head a little, “are we alright?” he asked, leaning forward, talking into the same air, his forehead almost touching hers. “Or do we have to...talk more?” he murmured.

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Nancy’s jaw DROPPED.

She’d never, not in a million years, ever considered that his father would have anything to do with this. YES, she knew he had a lot of issues surrounding that relationship (or lack thereof), but … she thought he’d gotten over it or something. Which made her feel instantly like an idiot, because NO ONE just gets over having an abusive and absent father. Of course those kinds of things would be on his mind forever. Murray had seen it right away, even only knowing Jonathan for a handful of hours. Trust issues, he’d called them. Nancy had assumed that was a reference to his lack of friends. Or even to the fact that he didn’t trust her enough to let himself be with her. But maybe… maybe, she realized for the first time as she felt her heart practically sink to the floor boards, MAYBE it wasn’t just other people Jonathan didn’t trust.

Maybe he didn’t trust HIMSELF either.

“Stop it.” Nancy murmured sweetly in response, shaking her head no as she looped her arms around his neck. She tugged Jonathan into a tight hug, all her earlier anger having melted away into utter affection. “You are NOTHING like him. And never will be.” she promised him softly in his ear, peppering the side of his neck, his cheeks, anything she could reach with kisses to try and reassure him. She then pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, smiling sadly as she lifted one hand to stroke his cheek. “And I know that because I LOVE YOU.”

Jonathan blinked a few times when she wrapped her arms around his neck and told him to stop, sighing through his nose. His arms went around Nancy’s waist, pulling her to his chest as he buried her face in her neck, listening to her tell him he wasn’t like his father. And he hoped it would stay that way. He practically melted into her when she pressed every piece of skin she could find, chuckling a little through his nose before he pulled back when she did, looking down at her. He turned his head and kissed her palm a few times.

He bit back the comment, ‘my mother loved my dad too, but he still turned out the way he did.’ He furrowed his brows a little before he brought his eyes up to look at her, “I love you,” he said back to her, his voice quiet. “I love you so much, Nancy I...I get scared I’m gonna screw up....I’m always scared I’m gonna screw up and it’ll be the worst thing I’ve....done and I just want to be someone you deserve...”

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BOGGED DOWN?

Nancy’s jaw hung slightly open in shock, as if he’d just slapped her. Was that seriously what he thought she was? After all they’d gone through, the FUNDAMENTAL ways they’d changed and shaped each other over their years together… that she would see him as a cumbersome weight rather than her very ANCHOR to the EARTH? It was infuriating. It was insulting. Did he really not understand, even after everything they’d said and shared, what he was to her? The singular and IRREPLACEABLE position he held in her world?

“So what, then? What exactly did you WANT me to do? What was your BIG VISION for me?” Nancy challenged, that combative side of herself emerging with full force. She jumped down off the counter, marching the few steps he’d taken backward so he was mere inches from her angry face. “That I’d… I’d what, start dating guys like BILLY once you left? Tommy H?” she asked, knowing full well that the answer was no but unwilling to say so. Se wanted to just be ANGRY right now. About all that wasted time, the future he’d laid out that they could’ve shared but had been taken from her without her vote. Instead she’d been ALONE, keeping one eye on Hawkins and the other wistfully on New York.

“Are you KIDDING ME with that crap?” she asked, shoving him slightly in the chest. “Jonathan, I didn’t WANT anyone else. I never did. What would EVER make you think I would?”

Jonathan furrowed his brows and he blinked a few times, shaking his head. Why would she say that he’d want her to date someone like Billy or Tommy H.? “What? No. No, I’d never want that, Nancy I...” he stopped, knowing she was upset. When Nancy pushed him he stumbled back a little. He sighed through his nose, his shoulders slumping forward. Defeated. “I’m sorry,” he whispered quietly. “Nancy I just...” he shook his head and shrugged again, trying his hardest to disappear into himself.

He ground his teeth together, “Because I’m Lonnie Byers’ kid!” he shouted. He knew he was louder than he should have been. He sighed heavily. “You don’t deserve to be....” he growled, “I thought...I thought what if I turn out like him?” he shrugged. “What if I...I go off to college and I fail or, or I get caught up in something that I shouldn’t and I turn into him? What if I went away and...started...drinking because of the stress and I made some...stupid mistake and I just..” he trailed off, his eye welling with tears as he clenched his teeth. “I didn’t want the opportunity to...to turn into him...and I didn’t want to hurt you if I did...”

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The young girl felt her heart beat faster as he said it back— ‘I love you too.’ She let out a breath, finally //relaxing//, because now she knew. A soft smile played on her own features until it grew, quiet giggles escaping her lips as he seemingly kissed her entire face. Her hands found the sides of his face and she kissed him back, slow kisses turned into eager and excited ones. She was still wearing her smile as his forehead rested against her own, her blue hues searching his. Her cheeks blushed to a soft red as he said it again, using her full name, as if he could sense that she needed more reassurance than most.

“I love you, Jonathan Byers,” she whispered, not wanting to break this moment. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner… I just, I got //scared// that, that you wouldn’t //love me// back…” Her words fumbled as she tried to explain, but she guessed she didn’t have to //ruin// the moment by expressing how unworthy of love she felt sometimes; how she felt like a //danger// to love, because she could break a heart while collecting the fragmented pieces of her own. Now, it was too late. Now, she knew for certain that she loved the boy with the camera more than she ever thought possible. She felt //exposed// though, like a nerve. She had just handed him her heart, as glued back together as she could make it, and she was //hoping// he wouldn’t drop it. “Jon, I, I just want you to know that I’m not—I’m not going to //hurt you//,” she whispered, her own silent plea of ‘please don’t hurt me, either.’

Jonathan grinned and shook his head, “You don’t have to be sorry,” he chuckled. “I know you’re scared....I am too,” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her gently. “Why wouldn’t I love you back?” he asked, shaking his head. “You’re Nancy Wheeler,” he chuckled. “You’re....the most beautiful woman in this town...Hell you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and you’re smart...and talented, and amazing,” he whispered quietly. “I should be the one who was worried....” And he was, he wouldn’t lie to himself.

“I’m....Jonathan Byers,” he shrugged a shoulder. “I’m a freak...I’m weird and...I dunno..” he trailed off as he sighed. “I know you won’t hurt me...and I won’t hurt you either,” he shook his head as he leaned in and set his forehead against hers. “I promise.” He smiled down at her, leaning forward and kissed her again, nuzzling her gently.

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Sorry for my absence, I’ve been sick -_-...

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Months had passed—since the shutdown of the facility, Barb’s funeral, the town having to resume to a state of //normal//— and Nancy was //mostly// okay. She still had her nightmares, and her night terrors, but things seemed okay to her. And Jonathan helped her through //a lot//.

But sometimes, she felt //insecure// and //nervous// whenever she thought about their future together. She knew she loved him, but she had yet to say it out loud, because she couldn’t risk //losing// him. It didn’t help that she was //terrified// of him not loving her back.

As she lay next to him on his bed, in his house, she turned onto her side a bit, her eyes focusing on him, wanting to memorize every little detail, from the definition in his chin to the dimples on his cheeks, and the way his hair fell just lightly into his eyes. She smiled, her body shifting closer to his. Her heart was racing, but, in the calm of the setting afternoon sun, with the hum of one of his records playing, she felt so //at peace// and //overwhelmed// with how much she admired him.

“Jon?” she asked in a soft whisper, a light pink blush brushed against her cheeks. She looked down for a second before meeting his eyes, searching them as she found the courage to say what she’d been wanting to say for //months// now. “I— I just wanted to say that… that I love you.” Her words fell softly and a little quickly. This was //big// for her, and she could only hope he would //reciprocate// her feelings.

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Jonathan sighed as he stretched his arms over his head, groaning as his back bowed off of the bed for a moment. He turned over and reached for the cassette player behind him. He flipped the tape and pushed play before he rolled back to facing Nancy, a small smile playing over his face. He still couldn’t believe his luck. How had he managed to be lucky enough to fall in love with Nancy Wheeler, and have her like him back? He reached out and brushed some of her hair off of her cheek, curling it behind her ear before he put his hand back under his head.

“Nancy?” he asked back just as quietly as she’d said his name. He waited for her to answer, his eyebrows up, hoping to encourage her to continue to say whatever was on her mind. His heart leapt up into his throat at her words, unable to stop his eyes from widening. He wondered briefly if he’d been hearing things. “I-I love you too,” he said back, smiling more, the corners of his eyes scrunching up. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips, sighing against her as he cupped the side of her face. He pulled back and rested his forehead on hers, “I love you, Nancy Wheeler.”

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stranger things month | day twenty two: favorite family dynamic

↳ the byers family

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Nancy HATED doing this to him. She always had - as teenagers, she’d cringed internally every time she had to force Jonathan outside of his comfort zone. Well, not always. It had taken the events of 1983 to show her just how difficult articulating his thoughts was for Jonathan. How uneasy OPENING UP made him. She still recalled that afternoon in the dark room, how he’d nervously slid his hand over his mouth while he struggled to offer the simplest of apologies for the photos he’d taken of her. It was clear, from that day forward, that he was already doing and saying about as much as he COULD, just for her. Trying to speak when he’d rather be quiet, making himself tongue-tied when she was at a loss for words. To ask for more always felt greedy and manipulative. And yet Nancy knew she’d be up at night if they never discussed this, if she didn’t hear the words directly from him that would silence any lingering doubts or heartache.

“No.” Nancy frowned, shaking her head no. Her gentle curls bounced from side to side, framing the mournful expression on her face. “Because for the last three years … I haven’t UNDERSTOOD WHY.” she told him, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Not why you left, I WANTED you to go to New York. But why … you thought you had to leave me behind in order to do it.”

Jonathan let out a long breath through his nose again when she wanted to know why he hadn’t let her go with him. He clenched his teeth and shook his head, “Nancy I...” he tried again. Tried to get his thoughts into an order that he hoped wouldn’t hurt her or make her thing that he didn’t want to be with her. It was honestly the only thing he’d wanted for a really long time. “I didn’t want you getting...bogged down with me,” he shrugged.

“There’s a...lotta...different guys in college and I figured you’d....wanna meet someone who doesn’t have...trust issues or....a family that’s...like mine with everything that we went through,” he murmured, his voice quiet as he furrowed his brows, his eyes down as he spoke. “I’ve always wanted you, Nancy...I wanted you to come to college with me...for us to....get a tiny place in the city or....something, I dunno.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took a small step backward, “I just...I wanted you to have a choice and not feel like you had to stay with me because we moved across the country and you had nowhere else to go...no one else to be with..”

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ALWAYS the gentleman, Jonathan Byers. Never dictating how far or fast they went, always checking in with her to make sure this was what she wanted. Even when he was pressing himself up against her in a way that would make most gentlemen utterly aghast. Nancy was glad to see that this particular aspect of his personality hadn’t changed in the three years they’d been apart. Mostly because it reminded her, now that the fog in her mind from his kisses was lifting, that they’d BEEN APART FOR THREE YEARS. As much as her body was aching to feel his against hers once more, to tumble back into that safe cocoon under the blankets with him and KNOW herself again… making out in the kitchen did not catch them up. Nor did it have the conversation she knew they needed before they fully resumed any kind of exclusive relationship. While she knew, based on those kisses, that there was still a LOT of love between them? There was also a lot of hurt. Three years worth. They’d never stand a chance of surviving if they didn’t deal with that first.

“W-wait…” she begged, placing mildly shaking hands on his chest to gingerly press him back. Just a few inches, keeping him VERY CLOSE but far enough to clear her head. She blinked a few times, trying to calm her rapid pulse before sliding her gaze to meet his. “Jonathan, we… I WANT to, I do, but we should…” Nancy paused. God, she was still trying to catch her breath. Had it really been that long since someone had made her heart race like that? “… We should talk. About … what happened. When you left.” she reminded him, frowning just slightly. Nancy KNEW how much Jonathan hated to talk about basically ANYTHING, but in particular he was going to hate this conversation. So Nancy balls her hands into fists on his sweater, keeping him purposefully close. I’m not pushing you away again, her body language screamed. It’s ok… just talk to me.

Jonathan smiled when she allowed him to stay close. He leaned forward, his mouth searching for hers, his lips parting before he reached her. But then she pushed him and he leaned backward, his heart breaking a little as he furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side, confused. But then she said she wanted to talk about when he left. He dipped his head and sighed heavily, swallowing thickly as he looked up at her.

She pushed him away, but kept him close, but she wanted to talk. He didn’t want to talk. He’d changed in a few different ways, but talking about his feelings and when he left, he still wasn’t comfortable with that. “Nancy, I...” he sighed. “Why do I...I mean I don’t,” he ran a hand over his face again, shaking his head. “Why do I have to talk about it? I left....I went to NYU.....can we just...let it go?”

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❝ I figured that much. ❞ A curious raise of her eyebrows now as she finally looked away from the presents towards Jonathan once more. ❝ Oh really? Interesting. Well, I’ll have you know that I didn’t try and snoop into any of them. So. ❞ Nancy gave him a grin as she shrugged slightly. ❝ The mystery is still there. ❞

“Uh huh,” he chuckled as he smiled down at Nancy. He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, “I’m glad you haven’t looked...I’d like a little bit of a surprise if that’s alright with you,” he chuckled. He lifted his hand and brushed the backs of his knuckles against her cheek. “I love you,” He said quietly.

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❝ Hey, I tried no to assume that any of those were mine. ❞ Nancy’s eyes widen in faux innocence as she let her lips curve up into a grin, her hands going to rest against his shoulders. ❝ But, you know… Were there a couple of mine in there, ❞ she inquired, casting a playful glance over her shoulder once more.

“Well they aren’t all for you...some of them are Wills and my mom’s...and the other guys....Eleven,” he gestured toward a couple of the presents. He’d gone all out this year. He’d be eating nothing for lunch for the next few months at work, but it’d be worth it. He chuckled as he looked over at Nancy and shrugged, “There might be a few in there that are yours.”

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Nancy had laughed in response to Jonathan’s reaction. What? It was kind of CUTE, the way things like this could still fluster him after all this time. Even as a senior in college, talking about his brother’s sexuality or their siblings’ opinions on their relationship made him stammer and raise those eyebrows of his straight into his shaggy hair. Jonathan wasn’t much of a talker on ANY subject, so the idea he might’ve gotten more comfortable during his time in New York with any of these discussions hadn’t seemed likely. Nancy, on the other hand, had grown more than comfortable harassing her teenage brother about his love life. She liked Jane; she thought they were cute together. Which of course made Mike furious; anger seemed to be his default setting when flustered, after all. Which OF COURSE made Nancy push the issue harder, returning his torture from her own high school days over dinner and asking seemingly innocent questions that were laced with innuendo until Mike couldn’t take it and had to leave the table.

She’d been so lost in her laughter that she hadn’t noticed the change in Jonathan’s gaze until his lips were already on hers. Their first kiss outside had been sweet; a reunion of sorts, a rediscovery of someone they both knew better than themselves. THIS? This set Nancy’s blood on fire in a way she hadn’t felt in almost five years. Like that night at Murray’s - an instant rush of heat, a loss of control, desperation. Nancy whimpered slightly in surprise, but wasted no time responding to his advances. She wrapped her arms around his back, nails trailing up and down his spine as he switched his assault to her jaw. “Jonathan…” she moaned, trying to get his attention but not having the self-control to ask him to stop. “M-maybe we should… go up to my room…” she suggested, her voice low and her eyes half shut.

Jonathan’s lips continued his pathway across her jaw, making the pattern a few times before he switched to her throat, sighing against her neck. He groaned against her skin when his name hit his ears. Her voice saying ‘Jonathan’ sent a thrill right to his groin, causing him to roll his hips forward. He hadn’t heard anyone say his name like that in a very long time, and it set him on edge almost instantly. He swallowed thickly as he pulled away, his forehead resting against her shoulder, trying to get himself under control.

“Y-yeah,” his breath was a whisper at her skin, unable to make it even. Jonathan’s hands gripped at her hip, fingers curling a little before he pulled back and looked at her, a smile lighting his face as he reached up and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. He was glad that she seemed as wrecked as he did, even though they really hadn’t started anything. His hand cupped Nancy’s face, “I don’t want to....force you into anything...if you wanna...” he shook his head and shrugged, “it’s up to you...”

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With Jonathan standing SO close after SO many years apart, it was hard for Nancy to focus on anything else. Every one of her senses was locked in on him; the weight of his forearms pressed against her thighs, the playful expression on his face, the low timbre to his voice, the light scent of his soap and photography solution that always seemed to cling to his clothes … the slight taste of him she could still feel on her lips from their kiss outside. If she just leaned forward, barely a few inches, she’d have it all over again. It was as if she was wrapped in a bubble of JONATHAN; nothing and no one outside of it mattered. At least, not right now.

Which was why she hadn’t heard the tell-tale sounds of her (NOT SO LITTLE ANYMORE) brother trudging up the basement stairs. Mike had shot up like a weed over the last few years; now he was taller than even Jonathan was, all arms and legs with about as much coordination as a newborn giraffe. Which just made his reaction ten times funnier - arms and legs flying in all directions as he made a show of storming back out of the kitchen.

“He’ll get over it.” she promised Jonathan with a laugh, shaking her head. “The boys are in HIGH SCHOOL, Jonathan. Mike’s been dating Jane since they were 14. This,” she gestured at their positions with an amused grin, “this isn’t new to him. Or to Will, actually. But don’t tell him I told you that. I think it’s supposed to be a secret.”

Jonathan blanched a little when Nancy said this wasn’t new to Will. “What?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting up as his eyes widened. He shook his head, “No...no don’t answer that,” he said as he cleared his throat. “And even if it isn’t, it’s not like you run into your sister and your best friend’s brother in a position like this,” his eyes moved down her body as his heart jumped up into his throat. He swallowed it back down as he leaned forward and kissed her, unable to stop himself.

He sighed against her mouth as he parted his lips almost instantly and kissed her deeply, pulling her lower one into his mouth and sucking gently on it as he pulled her closer to him, his hand on her hip, gripping it, his thumb brushing under her shirt as he stepped closer, grunting when his legs bumped the cabinets below them, but he didn’t care. He tilted his head to the side and deepened it, his other hand at her face, fingers curled in her hair as he sighed heavily before he moved down her jaw line, nipping under her ear.

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❝ you really suck at hiding christmas presents. ❞ her words are casual as she chuckled, an eyebrow raising. ❝ don’t worry i didn’t look too closely. just saying. ❞

Jonathan smiled, “Oh do I?” he asked with a laughter behind his words. “Who says that’s all I got you?” he lifted an eyebrow as he leaned forward and pulled her close to him. “What if that stuff in there is for someone else?”

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a sigh and a soft smile both passed joyce’s lips as she shook her head. ❝ honey, that’s her decision. if she makes you happy and she says you make her HAPPY ? let yourself have that. i for one think you make an incredible couple. i just want you to be careful, that’s all. i’m just SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE. ❞

Jonathan turned even redder, his face hot enough to fry an egg when she said that he and Nancy were an ‘incredible couple’. He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously before he nodded, “I’m careful, mom...” he told her quietly. “You don’t have to worry...”

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