A little Jancy season 5 scenario ficlet:
“Are we seriously going to talk about this right now?” Jonathan shouts, digging the axe into another vine.
“Well yea, Jonathan, if we’re going to die I'd like to know” Nancy counters, reloading her gun
“I never said I didn't!” he defends, providing her coverage.
“No, you just trashed all our plans” she accuses, firing off a shot
“I can't believe we're doing this” He complains, swinging the axe again
“What was your plan exactly!?” she questions sarcastically, swapping the shotgun for something more practical.
“I don't know I didn't have one” Jonathan admits, throwing his hands up.
“Clearly!”
“What do you want me to say exactly?”
“Duck” Nancy informs
“What?” he questions, confused
“DUCK!” she shouts, taking aim.
Jonathan complies in the nick of time, as Nancy sprays bullets into the monster.
“You never even asked what I wanted, you just dragged me along like always” he accuses, taking a swing at a demobat
“Like Always!?” she protests
“Yes like always, Jonathan let’s go hunt a monster, Jonathan let’s burn down the lab, Jonathan let’s investigate these rats even
though we could get fired” He mocks, adding fuel to the fire
“Yea well you went along with it” Nancy reminds him.
“Yea and maybe that’s the problem” He argues
“OH you are unbelievable” she screams
“Nance” he calls
“Do you seriously think I don’t know when you’re lying?” she contends
“Nancy” he tries again
“Or when you’re pushing me away for some bullshit noble reason” She chides
“Nancy!”
“And what I’m just supposed to ditch you, settle for some boring guy, and end up like my parents?!” she hypothesizes
“NANCY!!” he shouts panicked
Jonathan tackles her to the ground, cradling the back of her head. She feels more than sees the fire. She holds him a little tighter, reminded of how close to death they actually are this time. The fire dies down and cold snaps back almost instantaneously and he lifts his head quickly to look at her.
“Are you ok? Are you ok?” He questions anxiously
She nods in response and pulls him back down, desperate to keep him in the safety of her arms.
“I don’t know what I’m doing” he confesses quietly into her neck.
“Deja vu” she snarks
“I’m serious, I can’t lose you” Jonathan clarifies, pulling up to look her in the eye again.
“You won’t” she promises, knowing she can’t really keep it.
“I mean if- ” he starts
“Do you want to break up?” she cuts him off
“No. But I don’t want to hold you back” he worries
“You think I'd let you?” She quizzes, raising an eyebrow
“No, but… I don’t know… I’m just… scared” he admits
“Me too” she confesses
“Yea?”
“Yea.”
“I guess we could figure it out together” Jonathan offers, moving some stray hairs out of her face.
“I guess we could,” she agrees, taking his left hand and linking it with hers.
Jonathan seals their compromise with a kiss, cradling her head gently and pushing their scars together. Nancy loses herself in it, in him, temporarily forgetting that it’s the end of the world. All that exists is them, their love for each other, and this moment.
“Seriously?!? In the middle of an apocalypse!?!” Will shouts at them disgusted
“Gross” Mike yells
“That’s true love my dudes” Argyle comments
“Or shared trauma” Jonathan jokes to her softly
“I love you too” Nancy responds, with a small laugh
“C’mon Wheeler, save the world first, make out later” He instructs, offering a hand to help her up
“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent multitasker, Byers” she quips with a grin
“I’m well aware” he states, with a look she can’t help but smile at before raising onto her tiptoes to give him another quick kiss.
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The House of the Fifth always skinned itself over with such airs of civilization, with so many manners and niceties, but they were spirit-talkers, and speakers to the dead. And the dead were savage.
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In the mood to just.. Take. Slamming him against the wall, ripping his clothes off, slapping him when he protests, forcing his legs apart and just taking him there. Wrapping a hand around his throat and another across his mouth so he doesn't make a sound. Just.. Take take take
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An Unsexy Post About Censorship
Sooo...gumroad is shutting down NSFW content sales because of Stripe and Paypal. This is also why Wishtender has been down as well, if you weren't aware. And why Patreon is also cracking down on anything remotely kinky.
(If you're wondering why your favorite FICTIONAL sexual content isn't allowed on most platforms, it's payment processors.)
Please be extra kind to anyone who works with NSFW content right now, whether it be art, writing, audio, photos or video. Whether it be tasteful erotica, or the kinkiest BDSM porn you can think of, we're all in the crosshairs right now.
And, judging by trends from these past few years, this is only going to get worse.
Support NSFW creators where you can, whether by tipping or buying our content (where you still can) or just helping boost content on sites where algorithms want to drown us out.
Call representatives where you can and complain about payment processors acting as arbiters of what YOU are and aren't allowed to pay for and enjoy.
This may be about porn right now, but censorship of this caliber doesn't just stop with porn. Any transgressive (read: non-conservative) media is fair game.
Fight against it where you can. Support creators where you can.
Art is important. Reflections of our sexuality are important. We don't want a world where people aren't free to make or see the things they love and enjoy.
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