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appleshipping (gameverse edition) ❤️💚

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Congratulations for 3k!! That’s amazing!!

I was wondering if I could do a 🐌 with

“You’re my only friend” and

“Can you stay a little longer?”

With Nancy x fem! Reader?

Love your works! And again, congratulations on 3k lovely! ❤️❤️

thank you :) and ty dearly for giving me the opportunity to write for nancy <3

warnings: drinking, implied reference to nancy losing barb etc, drunk confessions - im not really fully awake rn pls excuse if this is complete nonses - also its too long for a blurb but shhhh

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Nancy's search for you ends in the upstairs bathroom of your classmates house, just as the panic of losing you has begun to make her breath feel hallow - she really has grown to hate high school parties.

"(Y/n), there you are," She exhales shakily in relief. "I was scared there, when I couldn't find you."

You're sitting in the bathtub, red cup hanging from one hand, knees pulled up to your chest. She can see the tear stains on your cheeks as you blink up at her, lips slack with surprise. Slowly, she steps into the bathroom, setting her own drink on the edge of the sink and locking the door behind her.

"Are you okay?"

"Sorry, Nance," You manage, recovered from your surprise, "I didn't mean to worry you, I just needed a minute."

Nancy frowns, concern flickering back to life in her chest as you sniffle softly. Self consciously, she freezes on the spot, debating her options.

"Okay…" She nods slowly, "Can I help? I can leave if you like-"

"No, no, don't do that," You plead, voice slurred just a little from whatever is sloshing at the bottom of your cup, "Can you- Can you stay for a little longer?"

Nancy smiles in relief at not being sent out into the party again, nodding as she carefully climbs into the bath with you, settling in the same position, mirroring you. You let out a sheepish laugh.

"Happy graduation day, Miss Valedictorian," You joke, holding your cup up to her in mimic of a toast, "I can only imagine this is exactly how you planned to celebrate your academic accomplishments,"

"Well, I always meant to spend it with friends," Nancy smiles, nudging your foot with her own, "So, it's not too far off,"

Nancy watches your smile fade, eyes flickering from her own. You twirl the contents of your cup for a moment before lifting the cup to your lips. You wince as the drink slides down your throat and toss the cup across the bathroom.

"(Y/n)," Nancy starts again in concern, "Are you okay?"

As you meet her eyes again, its with a new, indecipherable look in your eyes that almost startles Nancy.

"You're my only friend," You confess in a whisper barely audible over the muffled thumping of the music below you. "Do you know that?"

Nancy has no response. You twiddle with the thread on your sleeve, brows pulling into a pained expression that makes Nancy lean forward to place a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing in reassurance.

"You know you can tell me anything, (y/n)."

And, infuriatingly, you do know it, and a drunken confidence mixed with the giddiness of watching as her thumb traces comforting circles against your knee, takes over you.

"You're my only friend," You repeat, gulping, "but I'm terrified that I like you as something more… I like you, Nancy."

Nancy's hand goes slack on your knee, and a laugh escapes you, far more bitter than the lukewarm remains of your cup. Her lips part with no words to leave them.

"I know," You agree with her dumfounded expression, "but it's been cruel, all these years of watching you and Steve, then Jonathan… and now high school is over and I- I'm going to lose my only friend, but I needed you to know."

It's such a big confession, and it sits there in the space between you as the music continues downstair, though you worry your heartbeat is even louder.

Then, just as your ready to clamber from the bathtub in embarrassment, Nancy shuffles closer, tugging herself towards you with her hand on your knee and settling on her knees, between your legs. She lifts a free hand to cup your cheek, thumb grazing your skin softly as she smiles at you. Your heart stutters, breath escaping you in a startled gasp.

"You're drunk, (y/n)," She sighs softly, shaking her head slowly, "So I won't let myself feel too special tonight… but if tomorrow you still feel the same, and this isn't just some last attempt to cling to high school, then I'll tell you all about how I've liked you forever too."

Nancy grins to herself at your star struck expression, standing slowly as you process what you've heard. She steps out of the bath and holds her hands out towards you, tugging you to your feet and guiding you from the tub. And a grin finds your face when she doesn't drop your hand.

"C'mon," She says softly, "Let's get you home, lover girl."