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share-the-damn-bed · 6 months

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JANCYWEEK2023 | day two: looks

even in a crowded room, all i see is you

#jancy #jancyweek2022 #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #the little way that they are solely focused on one another... always in their own bubble <3 #also my jancy week is going to be two weeks 🙃

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leslie057 · 1 year

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JANCYWEEK2022 day 3: love languages

gift giving, physical touch, acts of service, words of affirmation, and quality time

#jancyweek2022 #strangerthingsedit #dailystrangerthings #strangerthingssource #stranger things #tvstrangerthings #jancyedit #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #romancegifs #jonathan x nancy #gifset #*edit #tw: dead animal

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vanweezer · 1 year

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jancyweek2022 day 1

prompt: lyrics or healing

t4t jancy to kick things off! jancy healing from both their top surgery operations and being there for each other <3

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#jancyweek2022 #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things #stranger things fanart #jancy #jonathan byers x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x jonathan byers #nancy stranger things #jonathan stranger things #artings #I LOVE T4T JANCY SO MUCH YOU GUYS!!!!!! explodes #nancy wheeler fanart #jonathan byers fanart #jancy fanart #trans!nancy wheeler #trans!jonathan byers

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wlweyler · 1 year

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their detective/monster fighter duo era for jancy week 2022 ➤ day four: i'll always come back to you or partners in crime

#tw: flashing #epilepsy tw #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy #jancyweek2022 #stranger things #stedit #jancyedit #strangerthingsedit #mine #my gifs #100

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musicalchaos07 · 1 year

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@jancyweek2022 Day 4: I’ll always come back to you or Partners in Crime

This isn’t meant to be taken seriously at all just like the rap sheet these two have.

#These were the ones I could remember #like i'm sure there's more #also I think Jonathan has committed more felonies???#which good for him he deserves to as a treat #jancy #jancyweek2022 #strange things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #nancy x jonathan #I just know he put this song on a mixtap for her like one of the first ones #st video edit

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finvisual · 1 year

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Jancy Week 2022: DAY THREE -- love languages

*plays chasing cars softly in the background*

#jancyweek2022 #jancy #my art #st #stranger things #stranger things 4 #AAAAAAAAAA im glad i was able to put out something for this week!!#(honestly wouldve made more in advanced but iiiii #got really sick the last week or so sooooooo #yeah ^^;)#plus i actually made this at the start of october #and SOMEHOW restrained myself from posting it until now lmao #anyways rambling aside: this was very much inspired from this like #behind the scenes photo of this old movie that one of my mutuals posted forever ago??#and i always swore i would draw something like it for jancy #and now here we are! <333 #love they so muchhhh 💜💖💖💖💖#i think i originally made this for sundays prompt?? since i had a lyric attached to it-- but i forgot sO!#DOMESTIC BLISS IN THE AFTERMATH HERE WE GOOOOOO #could also be 'stay with me until i fall asleep #because lbr #they deserve to rest after all that shit tbh #even if its stolen moments here and there

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jonathanssweatercollection · 1 year

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JANCY APPRECIATION WEEK 2022:

Day Three – November 1st –> Love Languages or Mystery

the different types of love i think jancy encapsulate

#jancyweek2022 #strangerthingsedit #jancyedit #nancywheeleredit #jonathanbyersedit #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #my gif #my edit #mine #guns

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woobienation · 1 year

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She's got a light around her And everywhere she goes A million dreams of love surround her "She's Got a Way" by Billy Joel Jancy Week 2022: Healing & Lyrics

#jancy #jancyweek2022 #stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #I am soft for soft rock #with gentle earnest healing lyrics #billy joel

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marbleshape · 1 year

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i know it’s not the 2nd in america but it is over here and i dunno WHEN i’m gonna wake up so here’s day 4 of @jancyweek2022 !!!!!

“i’ll always come back to you” - especially after a shitty day at work

#jancyweek2022 #jancy #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

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lunar-years · 1 year

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For @jancyweek2022 Day 6: Sweaters/Woven or Domestic Bliss

#jancyweek2022 #jancy week #Jonathan Byers #Nancy Wheeler #stranger things #stranger things moodboard #I’m reposting because my earlier one isn’t showing up in the tag!!! idk!!

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stoprobbersfic · 1 year

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something to look forward to

for @jancyweek2022 day one: lyrics

spoon: something to look forward to

So many things we could say So many things we could let get out But let stay in instead Some things are best left unsaid

She had a whole speech prepared.

She’s been practicing it in her head for days now, for weeks, from over the desks in the school newspaper office and to the passenger seat of the Winnebago they stole. A carefully crafted lecture about honesty and communication and how he’s not nearly as mysterious as he thinks, and they’re a team, aren’t they, whether they’re fighting monsters or applying to college.

She repeated it every morning when she woke up and every night before she fell asleep. Ready to go, so that when she saw him again – and despite all the fear and the buzzing panic of his disconnected phone line she knew, in the pit of her stomach the center of her heart, that she would indeed see him again, she would – it would be the first thing out of her mouth.

And then she does, and it’s not.

Not just not the first thing out of her mouth, it’s suddenly gone entirely. Her feet are dangling in the air, his arms tight around her waist, and she can’t remember a single goddamn syllable.

And she keeps not remembering. Open-mouthed like a gasping fish, half sentences and emotive squeaks and his name, she has lost all her words and she’s not sure if she is furious about it or she wants to cry.

Well. Both. Almost certainly both. And also neither, because while he’s promising her he’ll tell her everything and she’s nodding, nodding, trying to hurry up this little soliloquy that he has the audacity to be delivering instead of her, she just wants to just press her face into the dip between his shoulder and chest and breathe him in and never speak again.

Around them there is so much talking, so much noise. Her mother, admonishing Mike. Dustin, telling Will and El about Max. Steve and Robin, awkwardly introducing themselves to Argyle and making their excuses to leave. Her father, distant, wondering what the hell is going on out here.

Arms tight around each other once more, she presses her face into Jonathan’s neck; they are the only two keeping silent.

The morning after they rid Will of the Mind Flayer, they hid underneath Jonathan’s covers, sunlight cast an odd orange as it filtered through his flimsy curtains and flimsy sheets. It had made him look a little sunburned, she’d thought, as she examined the blurred shadows on his cheekbones and the slits of his eyes, still heavy with exhaustion and swollen from crying. They were searching her face, as if there was a clue hidden in her skin that he could find if he just looked hard enough.

She’d opened her mouth to say something, to assure him or confirm that yes, she had meant what had happened in Illinois, yes, she had meant what had happened at the cabin, yes, she had meant what had happened after they’d collapsed into bed the night before, but he stopped her with a thumb to her lips. Shook his head, slid his eyes in the direction of the door behind him.

In her shocked pause she heard the sounds behind the pressed wood barrier; his mother’s door opening and closing, the careless stomp of young feet to the hallway bathroom, the clatter of the kitchen cabinets. Muffled through walls and bedding, but there nonetheless. This cocoon was the last space for just them.

His eyes had met hers again and he’d smiled. And to her surprise she‘d found, perhaps for the first time, she could read that smile like a large print edition book. It was wide and unguarded, bright as the sun, practically shouting the same words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Steve had needed so many words from her. He abhorred silence, filled it up with chatter incessantly like too-long a pause would put him in danger. She had helped him fill it up without protest; maybe she felt the threat of it too. Maybe she knew, in the back of her mind, if she let the silence into their relationship it would quickly expose the great gaping gulf she felt growing between them. But she hadn’t realized how much of a habit it had turned into for her too, filing up the lonely parts of her soul that used to be filled by Barb, that she wanted to feel filled by Jonathan.

People don’t say what they really mean, he had told her the year before, when you take a picture, it says more.

And for the first time she’d understood what he meant by that.

He must have seen in it in her face that morning because that’s when he’d opened his hand, sliding his palm along her cheek and his fingers into her hair to pull her into a kiss. And she hadn’t needed to say anything at all.

In her driveway, in the cool March air, his arms loosen around her and she wants to protest, wants to tell him no, she wants to stay in this little cocoon of him, of them for longer, that she’s not ready to let him go just yet and let the whirlwind of words around them rush back in, but it’s too late, there is a small gap between him and she has no choice but to move slightly back and look up at him.

He opens his mouth, his lips curving to form the start of her name, but she moves faster. Presses her thumb to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

His face his obviously tired, his cheek rough with stubble and the bags under his eyes deep with whatever has happened to him in the past week. And maybe whatever that has been – and he will need to tell her, yes, and she will need to tell him so many stories as well – is too distracting for him to remember. For an instant she worries that he won’t understand; that while this memory is one of her touchstones, perhaps for him it was just a passing moment.

She may not remember exactly what lecture she was planning to give him, but the worry at its core has not abated in the least.

And then a tension in his cheeks smooths out and his pupils dilate, and she knows he remembers just as well, too.

His lips are spreading beneath her touch into a smile like the one she saw that morning, and she slides her palm along his cheek and pulls him down for a kiss.

So there’s something to look forward to

#jancy #jancyweek2022 #jancy week #jonathan byers x nancy wheeler #jancy fic #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #oh spoon my beloveds #kill the moonlight is an album full of jancy feels i swear to god

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share-the-damn-bed · 1 year

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