#nancy wheeler x reader
… Playing board games with Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy and your boyfriend, Billy.
i’m working on my fics but if anyone has any headcanon/ concept requests for nancy or robin (or joyce because yes pls) then my requests are open :)
also any fics too but they’ll just take me longer to get it is all…
here, we’re together | nancy wheeler x gn!reader
description: nancy never wanted you to come, and now you’re injured in the upside down. she’s beginning to panic, just a little
warnings: talk of injury and blood, low-key descriptions of anxiety and panic, let me know what i’ve missed
(based on multiple requests for protective nancy in the upside down)
a/n:i used second person for the first time let me know if you hate it thanks
You were never supposed to end up in this mess.
You had your first fight over the matter, in fact, and there’s a tight lipped expression on her face as she bandages you up with fabric from her shirt.
“Nance.”
Her brows twitch at the soft, exhausted sound of your voice, but she refuses to meet your eyes. There’s a mixture of guilt and concern twisting in the center of her chest that makes her feel almost like crying, and she’s certain any sign of pain in your eyes will throw her over the edge.
“Nance,” You try again. “I’m going to be fine, you know.”
Nancy isn’t so confident, not as every breath fills her nose with the metallic smell of your blood, and your body trembles under her touch.
“Nancy.“
“(Y/N), let me concentrate.” Nancy says, voice strained with concern. “Y-you’re bleeding out.”
You lift a shaky hand to her chin, forcing her eyes up to your own, and she gulps at the sight of your sunken eyes, and a jolt of panic rushes through her veins.
“I’m not going to leave you, you know.”
Nancy’s brows sink, lips parting in surprise. She’s never understood where you picked up the talent of reading her like an open book, but everytime it takes her off guard.
“It took me far too long to earn the right to call Nancy Wheeler my girlfriend just for a few bats to take that title away from me.” You smile tiredly at her, “You’re stuck with me.”
Nancy manages a small smile, shaking her head in disbelief at your lightheartedness, as if you were moments ago ambushed by dozens of demonic bats.
“I like kissing you too much to die.”
Nancy rolls her eyes a little, returning to tying the makeshift bandage around your injury. She’s relieved to find the bleeding slowing, allowing herself a deep breath for what feels like the first time in years.
“You’re a little loopy from blood loss, I think.” Nancy admits softly, “or the rabies.”
Behind her, Robin folds her arms and warns them again that she’s not joking about the disease, but you’re giggling, though it becomes a cough part way through.
“Maybe.” You agree with an exhausted grin, “but jokes aside, I’m not dying today, Nancy.”
Nancy nods slowly in agreement, because crazy bats and evil wizards be damned, she’d walk to the end of the earth, in any dimension, to keep you safe.
“I didn’t want you involved in this.” Nancy admits after a moment. “I should have fought you harder when you wanted to help.”
“You don’t know me as well as I thought if you think you’d ever have stopped me.” You say, “I’d rather be here, bleeding out, with rabies, than at home, worried you were hurt… at least here, we’re together.”
Nancy considers this, the lunacy of it, and she has the overwhelming urge to kiss you. She cups your cool cheeks gently and pulls your lips to her own, smiling as you chase her as she pulls back.
“You’re insane,” Nancy shakes her head, “and probably right, which is also insane.”
You give her a weak grin and a shrug of your shoulders.
“I’ll take it.” You decide, “Will you help me up?”
Nancy’s smile drops, face returning to her previous uncertain expression of concern. She gives you a long, hesitant look, brows pulling together.
“I think you should rest for a little longer.”
“We don’t really have time for that, Nance.”
Nancy sighs reluctantly, shoulders sinking. She twists to see the others shifting uncomfortably, too scared to admit their agreement. She returns to you with a nod.
“Okay.”
She wraps an arm carefully around your middle, careful of your injuries, and takes one of your shaky hands in her own free one.
“Ready?”
You nod, and begin to push yourself to your feet, a pained groan trapped behind your clenched teeth. Nancy’s brows furrow apologetically, and when you sink into her body, head dropping onto her shoulder, she has blink away the feeling of welling tears.
“I’m sorry,” She whispers in your ear, voice quivering, “I’m so sorry.”
You shift against her, trembling hands finding her waist, holding her for balance. You shake your head against her shoulder, slowly convincing yourself to look up again.
“I’m fine, don’t apologise.” You plead breathlessly, “This isn’t your fault, okay?”
She says nothing, and you give her a look she herself has been known to reserve for Mike, or Holly, a look so comically scolding it makes a small, wet, slightly hysterical laugh escape her lips.
You smile sadly, leaning in to kiss the still present crease in her brow. Her face softens and she nods with a certain degree of uncertainty.
“Okay.”
You pull back from her waist, finally confident in your own ability to stay upright, taking one of her hands instead, and squeezing reassuringly.
“You’re not losing me,” You remind in a whisper, “I’m not leaving any time soon.”
Nancy can still feel that tight, anxious sensation in her chest, and she’s aware of how she has to force the air into her lungs. But you’re giving her a look so soft it’s hard to imagine you’ve been injured if not for your blooded clothes and skin.
She repeats to herself your previous words just as the guilt and fear is making it difficult to move her feet; here, we’re together. It’s a small comfort, but enough.
“I’m not losing you,” She nods, “We’re going to get out of here.”
NANCY WHEELER MASTERLIST
(✿ - fluff | ϟ - angst | ♡ - my favourites)
one-shots:
here, we’re together: ϟ ✿
nancy never wanted you to come, and now you’re injured in the upside down. she’s beginning to panic, just a little
