SYNOPSIS . you finally have time to be with nancy outside campus. she plans a very stupid yet fun idea for both of you to do: setting the fun and light atmosphere she was trying to achieve. though all of that's meaningless now that both of you get stuck in a sticky situation.
PAIRING . internalized homophobia!nancy wheeler x fem!reader
WARNINGS . NOT PROOFREAD. angst, mentions of men (specifically steve), doomed yuri, homophobia (nancy’s indenial), societal issues, situationships suck
a/n: guys be warned … this might be so corny. and it’s my first time uploading my work! so fingers crossed that u guys would like it
“hello?” you knock on the wheelers’ door, your hand playing with the strap of your bag.
you see the door open, revealing a very happy nancy wheeler. she shrieks, “you’re here!” and pulls you for a hug.
“yes. i’m here.” your words get muffled, getting squished by her tight hug.
she pulls back, and tells you to come in. you enter her house after closing the door. she waits for you and holds your hand, “follow me, i have a great plan.”
nancy guides you to the way of her room, sprinting. you haven’t seen her this excited before—atleast until now. she’s rushing like she’s chasing her physics teacher to submit her thesis on time. maybe because it’s your first time hanging out with her other than being in school.
once you both arrive the room, she immediately locks the door. you tlit your head, “do you really have to lock it?”
she walks away from the door, “siblings tend to spy. especially mike.”
you shrug and turn to look at her bedroom. it’s… pretty. the walls are light pink and the other parts of it are covered with picture frames: big and small, and a tom cruise poster. her items are neatly organized, just like how you’d imagined.
you then look at her bed, seeing clothes on top of her teal bed sheets you would never expect nancy would own. slightly over-sized suits and ties, sunglasses, with leather jackets.
“you own these?” you ask her, a bit taken aback.
“obviously not.” she chuckles at how your jaw drops. “i borrowed it from my dad, which leads us to my plan.” she takes the leather jacket, waving it at you.
“uhh..” you trail off, still confused. “yeah, don’t know.”
nancy sighs, but her smile is still wavering. “you really are a slowpoke. what i meant is that we’ll dress up as boys.”
she throws the leather jacket at you, and you catch it, stumbling. “so, dress up! let’s see who can be the next perfect hunky man in hawkins high.”
you grinned, “oh, i think this will be only a challenge for you.”
nancy gasps in mock-offense. “wow, you think I can’t be handsome?”
“come onn. a pretty lady can’t possibly be a manly jock.” you giggled, trolling her to see that pout she’d always do whenever she gets annoyed.
“oh, i’m so going to prove you wrong.” she crossed her arms, her face leaning close to yours.
“sure, whatever you say, wheeler.” you whisper, copying her movements.
“ugh! okay, let’s focus and actually start.” she leans back, smiling widely as her excitement explodes in her heart.
a few minutes later and you both are actually focused on winning this stupid game that nancy thought of. you’re at the left side, trying to copy that tom cruise poster by eyeing on it time to time.
for nancy, she’s trying to slick her hair back—trying to style it the way steve harrington would. she mutters, “god, who knew styling men’s hair would be hard?”
“i don’t think so at all wheeler. but keep going, i guess.” you answered, giving yourself a pat in the back for being a step ahead.
“you’ll live!” you put on the leather jacket you caught earlier, finalizing your outfit.
nancy rolls her eyes playfully, huffing at how complicated her hair’s becoming.
“show me, wheeler!” you shout, your hands catching the padded shoulders of her suit to keep her from turning away.
nancy shrieks and laugh, “no! i look stupid!” turning away from you.
“come on! let me be the judge of it!” you chuckle, and finally nancy turns around to look at you.
she’s… wow. manly looking, atleast.
she tied her hair into a bun, leaving on her side bangs. the bun’s covered with a fancy hat, perfect for her outfit—a dark brown suit and tie. her pants big on her, the black belt holding on.
you opened your mouth—then held your laugh—swallowed it and replaced it with a smile. “ugh, don’t look at me like that.” she flushes her face, like this wasn’t her plan in the first place. but little did you know—you were getting lost. this was supposed to be dumb joke—yet you’re staring at nancy’s transformation like the world stopped.
her eyes slowly blinking at you with that cute pout she does. “this is weird”, you thought to yourself. why is your heart beating so fast? why is your breath hitching? it’s like you’re drawn to nancy’s male version.
if you did have to think and imagine about it: a boy version of nancy wheeler—clean, organized, hair absolutely spent precious time on, clothes with different shades of pastel, and smart. what if that guy shows up to you at class and asks for an extra ballpen with that same sweet tone nancy has? what if that guy makes great essays and has a small notebook of mental notes about you just like how nancy does?
you’d fall in love with him.
but he’s not real. he doesn’t exist. and that’s a bummer.
“you actually look handsome.” you chuckled.
“and you, look like tom cruise on a budget.” she pointed out, smirking.
you wear the cool sunglasses, your eyebrows wagging at her. “i’ll pretend you didn’t say that.”
you both then go to the mirror, making poses, doing ‘manly’ dialogues and creating scenes like you would see in an action movie. nancy plays the music on her boombox, then suddenly you guys are on the bed, bouncing, dancing—acting crazy.
“tom cruise, you having fun?” nancy says in a deep voice.
“sure i am.” you cleared your throat to copy her husky voice, “but watch out!” you took nancy’s pillow and hit her.
“hey!” she gasps, the hat falling off from her head.
“i told ya to watch out.” you giggled.
“that is it, cruise!” she yells in her stupid deep voice. she gets a pillow aswell, hitting you.
the room was now filled with echoes of yells and cries—nancy absolutely dominating and hitting you many times on the face while you try to take cover. “not fair! mr. wheeler!” she laughs evilly, “you started it.”
she continues to strike you, and then you stumble, your heart stopping as you felt like you were about to fall down. but nancy’s fast reflexes grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back up. “i saved your life.”
“after beating me up? i don’t think so.” you raised an eyebrow.
you then sit down, and nancy follows you suit. both of you are trying to get your breath after the pillow fight, the song only blasting up in the room.
“you know, i think you would be a great boyfriend.” you break the silence, muttering.
“really?” her eyes shine. “yeah—i mean, why wouldn’t you be?” you scoffed, your mind already loading up an infinite amount of reasons to use. “you’re serious but can take a break, you aren’t a messy person, you’re not a prick and… you could understand anyone no matter how hard it gets.” you confessed, but nancy’s too oblivious to know that you really mean it. too oblivious to see your hands slightly shaking.
“awhh,” she coos, smiling softly at you. “and if i were a man, I’d immediately fall in love with you and your stupid comments.”
“what?” you stuttered, your cheeks flushing.
nancy’s eyes widen and straightens her back. “no. don’t get me wrong!” she splutters. “i have steve, and i’m happy with him.”
“no, no. i get it. don’t worry.” you force out a chuckle. you couldn’t help but feel your own heart ache at nancy’s words. it was a slap back to reality. where steve’s the one who accompanies her in every hallway, where steve’s the one who brings flowers, where steve’s her tom cruise and you’re the side character no one cares about. it’s a shame to know, even though they’ve been dating since first term.
“yeah, i know you do. i don’t know why I panicked.” she mumbles, shaking her head.
“well, you only panic when there’s a lot in your mind.” you painfully grinned, shaking off that heavy feeling that’s carrying you.
she huffs, “it’s just, me and steve… i don’t think he knows what i want.”
you listen in silence. “it’s like—he thinks he understands me, but really he’s just making things up in his mind and act that i’m okay.”
“well, did you try talking to him?” you questioned.
“I tried.” she pauses, contemplating if she should tell everything or just leave the other parts out. “it just ends up with him and i making out.”
“go dump him.” you advise, and scoot closer to her. “you deserve someone who will love you inside and outside. someone who will listen to you. not cut you off for his own pleasures.” you get her hand, caressing it softly.
“that’s the best thing you can do. free yourself.” you smile.
she meets your gaze, and holds your hand back. “i can’t.” your smile fades.
“why?” your throat running dry.
“i’m scared of..” she cuts herself off. “never mind, forget it.”
“tell me, wheeler.” you gently pleaded, squeezing her hand.
she’s breaking down. her eyes didn’t want to meet with yours, feeling a sense of shame. she can’t admit it, not to you. “i can’t.”
“i’m not leaving you, no matter what.” you reassure her, eyes softening at nancy’s tears building up.
“i just cant.” she blinks, making those tears fall down. “i don’t want to be alone.”
“you’re never alone.” you shushed, pulling her for a hug. she hugs back and buries her face on the leather jacket. you pull back—staring at her glassy eyes. you both just looked at each other, until you pull her by her necktie—to kiss her lips. quickly, and gently.
nancy stays quiet. but her face shows that she’s trying to process everything. her eyes widened, lips slightly quivering at what you did—afraid. “what—“
“i know this might not be the best time ever to confess—“
nancy cuts you off, her lip quivering. “yeah, it is. in fact this is disgusting. i can’t believe you just kiss me.” she immediately pulls you away from her.
your heart feels like it’s about to sink. “i thought you…”
“what? kiss you back? because i have some big crush on you?”
“shit. sorry. i should go.” nancy blinks, she managed to say these last words that sure punched your gut. “just, don’t go near to me anymore.” she breathes out, crying even more.
“i’m really sorry. that was a mistake.” you stood up from the bed.
“just get out of here.” nancy snaps at you.
you take off the leather jacket and put your clothes inside your bag. you ran away from the door with the tom cruise outfit.
there is no more hope left for you. you just had to make things worse between you and nancy.
you conclude you have to go stag for no one can ever see you the same way anymore. they’ll see as the freak who kissed a girl—and worse, steve might kill you in front of everyone and no one would care. the last thing you would probably see is steve’s bruised and bloody fist aiming right at you. you won’t ever see her again.
won’t do study sessions like you both always do. and never see her in drag anymore.
you’ll pine away forevermore, for both versions of nancy wheeler.
