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20s! she/her every time I have a new obsession you’ll hear about it backonyou on ao3🤓

[saddls]

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[mikejane]

Hey. It’s gonna be okay. As a wise man once said we’ve got shared trauma. So what’s a little more, right? 

[thechanglingchronicles]

reading bughead fanfic in the year 2026

[lu-dlc]

[japril]

[doopydew]

Uncle Byler.. so cool..

[reluctantbylerblog]

nancy being hyperindependant due to her trauma about barb, and jonathan being the one person she lets herself be vulnerable around to the point where her character in s4 is clearly struggling from no longer having a confidant (something which jonathan does not struggle with, as seen with his friendship with argyle) actually makes her the female character that least needs an independence arc imo.

taking away the one person who actually helps her unburden herself misunderstands jancy and why they work so well together. jonathan is exactly the kind of person nancy needs (empathetic, kind, quiet strength) and nancy is exactly the kind of person jonathan needs (fearless, ambitious, a force to be reckoned with) because they both posses qualities the other person lacks, in perfectly complimentary ways.

I think it's no surprise that this couple is the one who got broken up, seeing as they're the couple that most challenges the gender norms of the time (and which are currently gaining traction rn).

[share-the-damn-bed]

so smitten ♡

[mikesbasementbeets]

Jonathan Byers & Nancy Wheeler in -> Stranger Things 2.06: The Spy

[shared-looks]

Darling speak to me (but don’t you say a word)

Chapter 3 out of 5 (probably) out now!

For jancy fic week day 2 — December 1987 - May 1989 (a day and a half late, but we ball). In all honesty, this whole fic fits into this category. Chapter three is January - April 1989.

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

There is a Jonathan Byers shaped hole in Nancy’s heart.

It has existed for over a year, carved out in a room with liquified walls. Perhaps it's tucked inside her missing shoe, drowned and buried in solidified goo. Forever concealed, never to be rediscovered.

Yes, the hole has existed for quite some time. At this point, it's almost something Nancy has grown used to. A dull ache; as though every time her heart beats in her chest, it’s entirely too aware of the fact that it’s missing a piece.

But for these past two weeks, ever since Jonathan walked away from her, leaving her heartbroken and confused on a bathroom countertop, it’s like the hole has come alive. As though it’s stretched and grown, taken over her chest entirely. Every time she moves, every time she breathes, it pains her. Throbs and aches. Maybe Jonathan had carved out another piece of her heart when he left her behind in the bathroom; maybe it's simply grown on its own, each fresh thought of him to cross her mind eating away a new chunk.

Read the rest on ao3 now <3

[deadbranch]

Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

[shared-looks]

I was so locked in for jancy fic week and I’m being serious but I’ve gotten just the worst, most painful sinus infection I’ve ever had, and nothing is finished😭😭 I keep trying to write but it’s just so bad

[throttlegainwell]

Do me a solid, if you wouldn't mind. Please reblog this if you would consider yourself someone who enjoys (and, dare I say, talks about) Jonathan Byers.

[shared-looks]

My beta (roommate who doesn't really know anything about writing or fanfic in general, but whom I trust explicitly) won't be able to read over my new chapter in time for jancy week and its making me doubt every single decision I'm making writing-wise🩷

[shared-looks]

Writing a scene and thinking "oh, it'll just be a short little something", but then the characters just have so much to say to each other??? I can't make them stop??

Like this is literally not me, this is #them

[shared-looks]

I love writing dialogue so much when I can make it like... annoyingly accurate and awkward. Like yes he would pause there and he would fumble his words, and yes he would start a sentence and then pivot to something completely different mid-thought. And yes they would stay completely silent for like 10 awkward seconds before someone says something because they feel they have to.

Me and my ellipses and em-dashes against the world fr

[shared-looks]

Was supposed to write this entire weekend, and then I got the nastiest cold... #pushingthrough for jancy week (trying, at least)