#jancy fic

[jancys-blue-bayou]

Fanfiction masterpost

New masterpost of all my Jancy fics. Latest at the top.

A Little Bit Better - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan with Barb's parents after they've gotten justice for Barb in s2. Also a Lonnie situation. Hurt/comfort, fluffy.

Point and Shoot - Read on Ao3 - Nancy supporting Jonathan's interest in films and filmmaking through the years and helping him get into NYU. With assistance from Max and Will.

The Place to Be - Read on Ao3 - Set post main story and going into the epilogue. Nancy and Jonathan talking on the phone all the time while she's at Emerson up until she drops out. Where does she go then...?

The Un-Break Up - Read on Ao3 - Fix it fic for the finale set right after the final battle. Nancy and Jonathan talking stuff out.

Commands - Read on Ao3 - Smut where Nancy and Jonathan are at Enzo's for a date and Jonathan gets turned on by Nancy yelling at the snooty waitress (a blast from the past).

Honesty - Read on Ao3 - Fix it fic of THAT scene in s5e6. Allowing Nancy and Jonathan to really talk and work stuff out. Canon divergence.

Growing Up - Read on Ao3 - Series of scenes following Jonathan growing up, navigating his home and social life, finding his hobbies and dreams. Angst and fluff.

The Princess and the Knight - Read on Ao3 - 12 year old Nancy and Jonathan playing DnD with the Party.

Turn Towards This Time - Read on Ao3 - Post s4 Argyle going back and salvaging things from the Byers house in Lenora – and getting Jonathan to be honest with Nancy and reconnect.

Safekeeping - Read on Ao3 - Drabble, Jonathan needs clothes post s4, fortunately Nancy stored all his sweaters in her closet.

It's Mine Now - Read on Ao3 - Nancy protecting the Byers family from Lonnie. Set between s2-s3.

This Is New - Read on Ao3 - Drabble, Karen POV on her finding out about Jancy's relationship, set post main s2 story.

Guardians - Read on Ao3 - S5 canon divergence. What if Karen and Ted didn’t survive the Demogorgon attack? Angst, hurt/comfort and family bonding.

Lines of Communication - Read on Ao3 - Set between s4 and s5. Nancy and Jonathan having the talk they need to have and then Nancy telling Steve off like he deserves.

The Weirdest Part – Read on Ao3 – Multichapter canon divergence starting from the end of s1 where Steve doesn’t have his sudden heel face turn so Nancy and Jonathan fight the Demogorgon themselves and then get together in a different way.

Sweaterhearts – Read on Ao3 – Nancy keeps stealing Jonathan’s sweaters for herself, leaving him with nothing. Fluff and smut.

One Night in New York – Read on Ao3 – Future fic, Will and Joyce coming to visit Nancy and Jonathan in New York during their college days. Mainly Nancy and Joyce bonding and Byers brothers. Fluff.

Robbing Uncle Sam - Read on Ao3 – Canon divergence post-s4. Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Lucas and Max rob the gun store to stock up for fighting Vecna.

Superglue and Twizzlers - Read on Ao3 - Childhood Nancy and Jonathan featuring Mike and Will. Fluff.

The Tapes - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan by accident turns Karen onto Bowie. Fluff.

Being There - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan comfort each other after nightmares and have an important talk about the future. Hurt/comfort.

Calm Before the Storm - Read on Ao3 - Standalone sequel to Together, picking up straight from the s4 epilogue as Nancy and Jonathan navigate the rest of the day, talk with everyone including hashing things out with Steve, before finally being alone together. Jancy + Jancy and whole team bonding.

Preparedness - Read on Ao3 - Post s4 canon divergence where Max isn’t in a coma. Nancy and Jonathan take Max and Lucas out for driving and shooting lessons. Jancy + Lumax bonding and fluff.

Together - Read on Ao3 - Fix it fic of sorts set during the s4 epilogue letting Jancy have the real talk they really need to have. Also Nancy and Cali crew catching up.

Breakfast Boy - Read on Ao3 - Drabble about Nancy noticing that Jonathan matches the kitchen. Short little fluff.

Graves - Read on Ao3 - Jancy with background Lumax post-s3. Nancy and Jonathan visits Barb’s and Bob’s graves, and finds Max at Billy’s. Bonding, emotional hurt/comfort, angt and a little fluff.

Two Photographs - Read on Ao3 - The story behind the photographs of Nancy and Jonathan that are shown in the Byers house in season 4. Jancy fluff feat. Joyce. Oneshot.

Eggs Over-Easy - Read on Ao3 - Will sneaks a boy into his room for the night. Byers family (including Nancy) fluff.

If You Fall - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan gets there just in time to bring Nancy out of Vecna’s trance when no one else can. Jancy with some Steve, Robin and everyone else pretty much. Oneshot.

Dreams and Obligations - Read on Ao3 - What if Nancy had flown to California in the beginning of s4? Nancy and Jonathan (and Joyce) having some important talks about the future, dreams and obligations.

Do you remember? - Read on Ao3 - Jancy reminisce about how long they’ve known each other, talking old memories through the years from kindergarten and up.

Being okay - Read on Ao3 - S3 missing scene fic picking up from right at the end of the hospital fight scene and following Nancy from that to when they and the kids are at Hopper’s cabin the next day. Hurt/comfort, fluff, light angst.

Opals and mixtapes - Read on Ao3 - Set around Valentine’s Day between s2 and s3. Joyce helping Jonathan with getting a gift for Nancy, and Nancy meanwhile turning to Will for help with her gift to Jonathan. Fluff.

Indecent thoughts - Read on Ao3 - Early relationship smut, Jonathan having trouble with how to handle all he feels when he’s around Nancy, and Nancy confessing she had ulterior motives with inviting him over for movie night. Fluff and smut.

Chemistry - Read on Ao3 - Smut outtakes from The Real Shit, detailing smut scenes that was left out of that fic for ratings reasons. Multichapter.

Bravest brothers - Read on Ao3 - Nancy, Jonathan and Will bonding over nightmares and a new revelation of Will’s bravery. Fluff, comfort and bonding.

The things you said, the words you used - Read on Ao3 - Collection of mini fics prompted on Tumblr, chapters varying between fluff/comfort/pining/smut. Feat. Jonathan and Nancy in all, and Will, Karen and Ted in parts.

I Saw Nancy Kissing Santa Claus - Read on Ao3 - Nancy asks Jonathan to dress up as Santa Claus for Holly, which he does after they’ve also spent Christmas together at his house with his family and El and Hopper, exchanging gifts and I love yous.

Fans of Thumper - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan and Nancy dress up as Thumper and Miss Bunny for Halloween, and help the Partywith their group costume chosen by El.

You are - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan comes home in a bad mood with low self-esteem due to a shitty professor at college belittling him. Nancy wants to make him feel better and tell him everything that makes him awesome. Smut and fluff, aka smuff.

Cheaper than therapy - Read on Ao3 - Nancy is worried about how Joyce is dealing with everything after season 2, so she goes over to the house with a gun and a plan to make her feel better. Nancy and Joyce bonding, Jancy fluff. Oneshot.

A real expert - Read on Ao3 - Will’s POV after the events of season 2, as he happily witnesses Jonathan and Nancy’s growing relationship and his friends being happy together. But gradually he notices a not so favorable personality change in Dustin caused by the toxic advice Steve’s dishes out in season 2. Finally fed up with how Dustin treats Max and other girls, Will asks a real expert on girls to talk to him: Nancy. Oneshot.

Sounds - Read on Ao3 - Smut. Jonathan reflects on the amazing sounds Nancy makes as she goes down on him and he returns the favor. Smutt and fluff, aka smuff. Oneshot.

Everything you could - Read on Ao3 - Lonnie drops by the Byers house when Will and Nancy are the only ones there. Nancy puts herself in danger to protect Will and Lonnie gets his ass kicked by them both and Jonathan. Angst and violence but much more hurt/comfort and fluff. Oneshot.

Not just when the world is ending - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan’s POV right after the cabin exorcism and gate closing as he tries to do everything for his family while at the same time falling even more in love with Nancy, who’s there by his side through it all. Also Chester the dog is alive in this. Early relationship fluff and comfort. Oneshot.

Shirt full of memories - Read on Ao3 - Future fic. Jonathan is giving away some old clothes and wants to get rid of his white thermal shirt he wore in 2x06. Nancy doesn’t want him to and wears it herself while thinking back to their first time together. Then Jonathan comes home. Smut and fluff aka smuff.

Thinking about you - Read on Ao3 - Nancy thinks about Jonathan in the shower. Then Jonathan goes down on her while fully clothed. Then more stuff happens. Smut.

Trust and honesty - Read on Ao3  - Jancy after their first time at Murray’s laying awake talking about them and their feelings.

Mercy - Read on Ao3 - Jancy steal a pair of Hopper’s handcuffs and use them in the bedroom. Smut and fluff (aka smuff) as well as Jonathan introspection, comedy, Byers-Hopper (+ Nancy) family fluff.

I love you - Read on Ao3 - Nancy loves Jonathan. All of him. And vice versa. Humorous smutty ficlet.

Looks and sensations - Read on Ao3 - Nancy goes down on Jonathan for the first time. Smut. Oneshot.

Graduation - Read on Ao3 - Smutty oneshot. Flirty Jancy celebrate high school graduation with a bang (sry).

Twenty Questions - Read on Ao3 - Oneshot with cute tipsy Jancy playing Twenty Questions.

Love you looking at me - Read on Ao3 - Smut and Nancy introspection on self-confidence and attraction.

Good study sessions - Read on Ao3 - Modern AU smutty oneshot. Jancy in college, distracting each other with sexting. And more.

A perfect match - Read on Ao3 - College oneshot centered around a medical emergency. Angst with a happy ending. Jancy bonding and Nancy bonding with Joyce and Will.

Curiosity - Read on Ao3 - Smut/fluff/introspection/humor. Nancy and Jonathan make a sex tape. Stuff ensues.

It’s not how you say it - Read on Ao3 - Slight AU where Jonathan has a stutter which infuriates him but Nancy doesn’t care and just supports him.

The Hallway Closet - Read on Ao3 - Nancy teases Jonathan under the dining table until they just have to peel away. But things do not go as planned…

Happy to see you - Read on Ao3 - Smut. Nancy helps Jonathan relax after a long day at work. + What happens the morning after…

Between the three of us we’ve got it covered - Read on Ao3 - Joyce can’t make Jonathan feel better, so she calls Nancy for help. Jancy fluffy angst comfort plus Nancy and Joyce bonding.

For the record, I had made plans to woo you - Read on Ao3 - For day 8 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Valentine’s Day. Jonathan’s plans are spoiled by an accident, so Nancy surprises him instead. Fluff and smut.

Lazy morning - Read on Ao3 - For day 7 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Fluff. Jonathan wants to make breakfast. Nancy wants to stay in bed, and for him to stay there too.

Patrol Duty - Read on Ao3 - For day 6 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Canon compliant. A suggestion for a possible opening scene of season 3.

It’s been a whirlwind - Read on Ao3 - For day 5 of Jancy Fanfic Week: AU fic. Vietnam war correspondents/60s journalists AU. Multichapter.

This kind of aggression - Read on Ao3 - For day 4 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Smut fic. Jonathan’s angry about Carol and Tommy harassing Nancy. Nancy takes him into the darkroom to blow off some steam.

The things he’s witnessed - Read on Ao3 - For day 3 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Comedy fic. Mike’s POV on Nancy and Jonathan being all over each other in their budding relationship.

Awkward people who like each other and black coffee - Read on Ao3 - For day 2 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Cliche romance trope. Coffee shop AU, feat. awkward Nancy and Jonathan, and a meddling Barb.

Rings, diplomas and eloquent speeches - Read on Ao3 - For day 1 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Anything goes. Jonathan proposing to Nancy on college graduation day.

Rings, diplomas and eloquent speeches - Read on Ao3 - For day 1 of Jancy Fanfic Week: Anything goes. Jonathan proposing to Nancy on college graduation day.

Movie night - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan’s movie date gets cancelled, fluffy movie night at home with Joyce, Will, El and Hopper ensues.

Normal is boring - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan deals with some insecurities on their first official date.

Do you think it’s over? - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan and their scars. Drabble, post-Mindflayer exorcism.

We’ll figure it out - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan having a baby. Multichapter.

I could go anywhere with you - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan take an impromptu road trip. Multichapter.

Photo booth - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan at the mall. Fluffy drabble.

A teacher’s perspective - Read on Ao3 - Mr. Clarke’s POV on The Snow Ball. Feat. Jancy and all the kids.

The red hue of the dark room - Read on Ao3 - Fluffy Nancy and Jonathan spending time in the darkroom.

Baking and spying - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan bakes while the party watches with mixed emotions.

Enter at your own risk - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan cares for Nancy during her period.

Chaperoning - Read on Ao3 - Jonathan POV on before and after chaperoning the Snow Ball with Nancy.

I’ll handle it - Read on Ao3 - Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy post Mindflayer in 2x09.

Late night groceries - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan in college doing some late night grocery shopping.

What a Pleasant Surprise - Read on Ao3 - Nancy and Jonathan have an awkward encounter with Karen.

Exposure - Read on Ao3 - Drabble about the morning the papers pick up Nancy and Jonathan’s story exposing Hawkins Lab.

The Real Shit - Read on Ao3 - Multichapter Jancy fic following Nancy and Jonathan through missing scenes in Stranger Things season 2 and beyond.

[bellabuckley]

JANCY THREESOME!!!!!!!

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a short one, started as soon as i saw this req!! hope this itches ur jancy thoughts

threesome, pussy eating, face sitting, cumming inside, cumming on face, unprotected

The dim lamplight in Jonathan’s bedroom feels almost sacred, like the three of you are the only ones left in Hawkins who still know how to want something this badly.

Nancy’s mouth is on yours before you can even catch your breath, soft at first, then hungry, her tongue sliding against yours like she’s been starving for it. Her fingers are already pushing under the hem of your shirt, palms warm and a little shaky as they map your skin. “We’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathes against your lips, voice low and sweet and filthy all at once. “Both of us. Just you… between us.”

Jonathan’s behind you on the bed now, chest pressed to your back, his breath hot on your neck. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just kisses the spot right under your ear, slow and open-mouthed, while his hands slide around to cup your tits like he’s afraid you might disappear if he holds you any tighter. You feel him hard already, pressing against your ass through his jeans, and the little broken sound he makes when you push back against him goes straight between your legs.

Nancy pulls your shirt off with steady hands, then her own, then Jonathan’s. Clothes hit the floor in a messy pile and suddenly it’s just skin. So much warm, bare skin. Nancy kisses down your chest, tongue flicking over your nipple until you arch with a gasp. Jonathan’s fingers pinch the other one in perfect time, like they’ve done this a hundred times in their heads.

She moves lower, pretty blue eyes flicking up to watch your face as she settles between your thighs and licks a long, slow stripe up your soaked pussy. Your head falls back against Jonathan’s shoulder with a moan.

“Fuck… Nancy-”

Jonathan’s hand slides up to wrap gently around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, grounding you while Nancy’s tongue works your clit in tight, perfect circles. Two of her fingers push inside you, curling, stroking that spot that makes your legs shake. You’re already so close it’s embarrassing.

Jonathan’s voice is wrecked against your ear. “Let her make you come, baby. Want to feel you fall apart for us.”

You do. Hard. Your thighs clamp around Nancy’s head as the orgasm crashes through you, hips grinding against her pretty mouth while Jonathan holds you through it, murmuring soft little praises that make you dizzy.

Nancy crawls back up with a shiny, satisfied smile and kisses you so you can taste yourself on her tongue. Then she’s straddling your face, lowering her dripping pussy onto your mouth with a shaky exhale.

You don’t hesitate. You lick into her like you’re trying to ruin her right back, sucking her clit and fucking her with your tongue while she rocks her hips and moans your name like a prayer.

Jonathan doesn’t wait. He kneels between your spread thighs, lines his cock up, and pushes in slow and deep in one long stroke. The stretch is perfect. He bottoms out with a broken whimper, forehead dropping to your collarbone.

“God… you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, voice cracking.

He starts fucking you in steady, deep thrusts that push you harder into Nancy every time. The room fills with wet sounds, skin slapping skin, Nancy’s soft gasps and Jonathan’s helpless little noises every time you clench around him.

Nancy’s thighs start trembling around your head. “Don’t stop, fuck, right there, I’m gonna-”

She comes with a choked cry, grinding down on your tongue as she shakes apart. The sight of her falling apart above you sends you spiraling again, pussy pulsing around Jonathan’s cock so hard his rhythm stutters.

He fucks you through it, hips losing control, chasing his own release. “Gonna come, can I, inside you, please-”

You moan against Nancy’s oversensitive pussy and that’s all it takes. Jonathan buries himself deep and comes with a long, shattered sound, pulsing hot and thick inside you until it’s leaking out around his cock.

The three of you collapse in a sweaty, panting pile. Nancy curls against your side, kissing you slow and sweet, tasting herself on your tongue. Jonathan presses his face into your neck, still buried inside you, arms wrapped around both of you like he never wants to let go.

After a few minutes of soft kisses and wandering hands, Nancy smiles against your lips, eyes dark with promise.

“Round two,” she whispers. “This time I want to watch you ride him while I sit on his face. Think you can handle that, baby?”

Jonathan’s cock twitches inside you again at her words, already getting hard.

You smile, breathless and aching in the best way.

“Fuck yes.”

[leslie057]

i guess jancy really is over :(

hmmmm false!

i understand your sadness but jancy is not over if you dont want them to be. and even if you did want them to be - theyre kinda…not. APPARENTLY the duffers see them getting married in the future or something so. things to think about.

not to mention they had a LOT of adorable content in s5. like so much. so so much. like you, i am unhappy about the finale and aspects of the season but also i think im fine with where they left things. the epilogue is interesting and nancy + jonathans attraction to each other is there. jonathan gets to be in new york and that makes me happy because i didnt expect it🗽

but, in case youre still sad…

lets go the library shall we.

@jonathanbyersphd recently published 65k words of jancy being in love as well as an exes in love fic. i havent finished either yet but i promise you theyre incredible.

@stoprobbers also recently published an “exes” in love fic.

@wanderleave recently published the first chapter of what i know is going to be a VERY yummy story.

@lunar-years recently published this healing jonathan fic and i believe she has some college yearning business in the works.

along with these writers you have @heavencasteel420 and @jancys-blue-bayou and @throttlegainwell and plenty of others. some great ao3 users are verityr and arctic_comet (@arctic-comet)

as for me…

i have this baby fic that im super proud of and maybe soon i can finish my tender exes with benefits story.

but yea, nancy and jonathan are not over, not to me 🦢🦢❤️

[stoprobbersfic]

videotape (jonathan byers/nancy wheeler)

this is one for the good days / and I have it all here in red blue green / in red blue green / you are my center when I spin away / out of control on videotape / on videotape

jancy fic week DAY 5 — immediate future (1989-1995)

call it 1993ish? squint and it could be the same universe as "a love supreme." sorry i'm a couple days late with this, life got in the way.

read it on ao3

He’s not sure what wakes him up.

It’s not a dream, or a nightmare; nothing sends him jolting. He’s just asleep one minute and awake the next, blinking up at the ceiling in the dark.

He takes a moment to breathe, take stock of the world around him. The walkup is a godsend compared to the garden unit he shared the last two years of college — the constant interruptions from street fights and breaking glass as 40s were discarded right into his window well — but the city noise persists no matter how far above ground he is.

He catalogs honking horns (taxis, probably) and the occasional shout penetrating the pane of the bedroom window but not much else; it must be late.

He rubs his eyes, sighing, and stretches out along the cool sheets. Turns on his side to try to fall back asleep and pauses; there’s a dim blue light coming from under the door.

The air in the room and beyond, he knows, is chilly; radiator heat comes in waves, boiling when it’s running full tilt, but when it decides to ebb it’s freezing. He snags a sweater off the chair in the corner behind the door and pulls it out before he pads out, barefoot, further into the apartment.

The light is coming from the living room and now that he’s in the short hallway he can hear a hint of sound from the television too.

It’s not a show; there’s no laugh track or live audience applause, and there’s too much silence for it to be a late night rerun of The Simpsons. Not the news either, as there’s no steady drone of anchor narration or reporter voiceover.

Jonathan pauses in the doorway to the living room, crossing his arms across his chest and watches.

On the screen the image goes out of focus for a long minute, then sharpens again. It’s Nancy, pale in her pink bikini and hair curly – frizzy even – in the summer heat. She’s surrounded by lush green foliage, the dark waters of the lake behind her making her fair skin stand out all the more. She’s moving in a slightly stilted but still graceful way, arms stretching delicately overhead, waist lengthening.

He had been sitting on the hood of his car to film, years before he’d ever thought to invest in something as logical as a tripod. That’s why the frame shakes and shudders, because he’s moving around, trying not to burn his legs on the hot metal hood, trying to keep her in frame, trying to tamp down the hard-on growing in his swim trunks watching her move like that.

They had driven from Hawkins to a lake two towns over, wanting privacy and to get out of the oppressive August atmosphere – thick with heat, humidity, grief and fear. He remembers this day. The house was on the market. They were trying to make every memory they could.

She had told him that when she was little, she took ballet. He had made her show him what she remembered.

He counts his breaths and guesses right about when the camera will suddenly tilt wildly, the moment he gives into her cajoling for him to get up and join her. Watches on screen as he comes into view – and they both look so impossibly young, though it hasn’t even been ten years since – and she maneuvers him behind her, shows him where to put his hands on her waist. She’s speaking intently, telling him how to do the lift, and it’s going to go wrong, he knows that too. Covers his grin with one hand as he watches them try and immediately trip, tip over, fall out of view.

If the volume was up beyond the barest hum, he knows he’d hear her laughing.

She had laughed for a long time after that, not the high girlish giggle she turned on for most people but the deep, throaty laugh that only came out when it was real. He had let her until it was all too much, the sound and how bright her eyes were, and he’d had no choice but to press her into the grass, kiss her until her giggles turned to moans, until her thighs locked his hips against her and her fingers pulled, hard, on his hair.

They’d had to check each other for ticks when they got back to his house and he had been so glad no one else was home. They took their time with each other that day.

He knows he’d left the camera running on the hood of the car but the scene has already switched, a hard cut without fanfare (tape was precious then, he did so much rewinding), to the Byers’ living room and an intense game of Trivial Pursuit; them versus their siblings, with Dustin, Max and Lucas too (because Mike, El and Will had all claimed Jonathan and Nancy were so much older, knew so much more than them, that six against two was fair).

He swallows against a sudden lump in his throat, seeing them all together like that. He made so many of these tapes in the months before they’d moved to California, trying to catch every memory, keep every moment for when she was out of reach. What they hold now is so much more loss than he ever expected.

A sniffle comes from the pile of blankets at one end of the couch, and he pushes away from the doorframe.

“Hey,” he says softly, not wanting to startle her, as he comes up around the arm. She jumps a little anyway. “When did you get home?”

“A while ago,” she says and her voice is thick with tears. “Sorry, I was trying not to wake you up.”

“You didn’t.” He sits down on the cushion next to her. “Rough night?”

She just nods and throws herself into his arms, crying in earnest against his shoulder. He gathers her close, rocking her gently and murmuring soothing nonsense into her ear.

Nancy had joked, when she first started her beat after moving to New York, that she was pretty sure everything that had happened in Hawkins had broken her. Covering crime was nothing; once you’ve fought monsters and the American military, it’s all kind of small potatoes. And after you’d seen the things she had, well, compartmentalization was second nature.

Then she’d been sent to a gang shootout in Harlem where the only victim had been a 12-year-old kid on the way back from getting a quarter water at the bodega on the corner. He’d spent days helping her put herself back together after that one.

(“He looked just like Lucas,” she’d told him through sobs, hunched over the toilet and still dry heaving. “The sheet slipped and he looked just like Lucas when they were in middle school, and I couldn’t even breathe.”)

“You’re okay,” he reassures her as he presses a kiss to her temple. Feels the hitch in her shoulders as she starts to catch her breath. “You’re okay.”

“It was bad,” she says into his shirt. “It was bad, a domestic, a murder-murder-suicide and they were so young, and there were so many people there and her sister was just screaming and screaming—”

He swallows hard, a rock in his stomach at her words. Can imagine her sitting at her desk, at her computer, eyes blank and mouth tight as she filed the story, powered down and left the newsroom without a word. Her thousand-yard stare as she counted the subway stops, sidewalk tiles, stairs home. Forced distance to keep herself together until it was safe to fall apart.

“You’re home now,” he tells her, swiping her hair off her cheek so he can try to look at her. “You’re home, and you’re safe and I love you.”

Her smile is small and wobbly but it’s there as she returns his gaze, pushes herself up slightly so their mouths can meet. He feels her sigh into the kiss, relax a little against him. Her face is swollen and her mouth is dry, he can feel it, and their lips make a soft noise as they part.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay?” He keeps his voice low and gentle. She’s tender right now.

She nods and gives him enough space to get up.

When he returns with the full glass and a handful of tissues, she takes them and drinks as he settles beside her again, sets it on the coffee table and blows her nose a couple times before tucking herself into him. He stretches them both out along the cushions, awkwardly rearranging the blankets she’d wrapped herself in to cover them both.

On the screen, he and Nancy are sitting at his mom’s kitchen table, playing a very fast and intent game of Egyptian Rat Screw. It’s being filmed at an angle, almost a Dutch tilt, because it was Will who picked up the camera that afternoon and he had never quite figured out how to settle the JVC level on his shoulder.

“Have you been watching home movies all night?”

“No,” she settles her open palm on his chest, over his heart. “I watched Letterman but nothing seemed funny. I just wanted… I just wanted to remember things that were good.”

On the screen he slaps his hand onto the pile of cards, shouts something triumphant. Her face is sour; her mouth is moving.

“Turn it up,” he says. “If I remember right, you came up with some really creative insults during this game.”

She chuckles softly and nearly tips them off the couch reaching across him for the remote.

When the volume comes up, she’s in the middle of telling him in vivid detail exactly what he can do with the pile of cards he’s now holding.

Jonathan keeps his right arm tight around her shoulders and settles his mouth against her hair as they relax back into the sofa, pressing kisses from time to time as the urge strikes.

She keeps her cheek to his chest and absently twists the gold band around and around his finger where their free hands rest together on his abdomen.

The shouts and murmurs of memories settle over them as their breathing syncs up, slows, and they drift off as the sun starts its slow climb over the horizon.

[somepomegranatetea]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Words: 1,443, Chapters: 1/1, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler

Nancy has a metaphorical sheet of notebook paper in her head which she uses to keep track of the various oddities of Jonathan Byers. It’s a fast growing list. She always knew he was weird—because, well, obviously—but he gets even weirder the more time she spends poking around his tiny room or staring at her Physics homework while he goes on and on about shutter speeds and aperture and other shit Nancy doesn’t really need to know. The collected bullet points (so far—she must notice some new little detail every day) are as follows.

[nancysthinker]

Im still believing on jancy when we have a 40 minutes epilogue episode like THEY WILL FIND THEIR WAY BACK TOGETHER IN THE 90s ON NEW YORK OH THEY WILL

[throttlegainwell]

Lust in Translation (5227 words) by throttlegainwell

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Jancy Effect, Phone Sex, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04, Bad Dirty Talk, horny little weirdos trying to make do with a town that taps phones and a mother who picks locks and nosy little brothers Summary:

It takes him a moment to rifle through his memories and find the one that offers an explanation—the one that reassures him that it’s not them that’s not worth trying, but something less all-encompassing, more specific. So much was happening, catching them all up in a blur of motion and rapidly unfolding change—the sad mirror of seasons turning while they pulled up the roots that had just found nourishment for the first time—only to deposit them all here at the end of nowhere with nothing to do. But there it is: Nancy with her head on his shoulder and her toes in the lake at the close of a sweltering, earth-shattering summer of upheaval, asking if he would be open to phone sex; Jonathan reminding her with equal parts regret and squirming embarrassment that the Wheelers have an inconsistent track record where privacy is concerned and he would never be able to look Mrs. Wheeler in the eye again if she picked up the line and heard Jonathan jerking off over her daughter. Nancy’s face had gone a funny shade of puce as she agreed.

“Do you have a better idea?” he asks.

This is for Day 4: Hawkins/Sound, but I'm busy tomorrow, so I'm just posting it now. Please enjoy the silliest thing I've written in the last year and the first Jancy fic I've finished in a while.

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Honeymoon era Jancy, mommy issues, Will Byers being a cutie patootie, PTSD from an abusive father, Steve Harrington making birdcalls, parentification, questionable dark room activities, tragic backstory anecdotes, an actual character arc, unpacking with miss kelly and who could forget a vendetta against Hamburger Helper™️

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