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Surfer Boy Pizza Delivery

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

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Word Count: 1,721

Summary: Even in your spacey state, still, all you wanted was your girlfriend.

WARNINGS: Drug use (weed), sexual themes, angry Nancy

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It was weird.

The sensation of your body feeling like it was floating up in the clouds while simultaneously sinking deep into the soft cushions that pilled into the back of the yellow delivery van, like a rock into the sea.

Sweet, earthy smoke fogged up the haphazardly covered windows, trying in vain to stop anyone from finding out the happenings going on inside. That same mist floated through the air, making it stuffy with every inhale, only furthering the feelings that racked your body.

That was, until the hazy peace was rudely interrupted by the trunk being thrown open, revealing an angry brunette.

"There you are," she seethed, speaking as if she knew from the beginning but still didn't want to believe what she was seeing was, in fact, the truth. Not that you noticed any of that. The clear anger that masked her face went unnoticed by you in your drugged-out state.

"Nance!" you yelled out happily, throwing your arms apart, overjoyed to see the girl who carried your affections like they were a gift. Almost smacking Argyle with the back of your hand as you did. With her hands upon her hips, Nancy found herself wishing that you had, knowing that the "peace and love" man was the whole reason you were in this position. If he were anyone else, she would have spitefully said that he had orchestrated this entire thing.

However, she knew better than that. Having been around the boy enough in the such short time of them meeting each other, to know he didn't have a conniving bone in his body.

"Come on in here," you requested, leaning forward to grasp at her hands, trying to guide her into the back of the cannabis-scented van.

"No. Absolutely not," Nancy said, shaking her head vehemently. Planting her feet into the nature-covered ground outside of Hopper's cabin, stopping your weak attempts from getting her any closer into the vehicle, "If I come back smelling like marijuana, my parents will flip."

"You're gonna smell like it anyway, just from being this close," you teased her lowly, mouth brushing against hers in your further attempts to get her into the back of the van with you, knowing how hard it was for Nancy to deny your lips when you did this. However, in your high state, you failed to realise just how pissed off the petite girl was, "So, why don't you just hop on in here and spend some time with me, huh?"

At this point, you had forgotten about Argyle entirely.

Nothing against the long-haired man, you were just so out of it that you couldn't focus on more than one thing at the moment, and you were incredibly okay with that being your beautiful girlfriend.

But you were soon alerted to his existence once more as he scooted his way ned to you and out of the van, bidding you both a goodbye with, "See you brotachios later."

"Bye, Argyle!" you called after him as he headed off to probably go find Jonathan while Nancy continued to glare daggers at you.

"Good luck, my dude!"

Now that got you to furrow your brows momentarily in confusion, ticking your head to the side before moving back to beam over at Nancy.

"Hey, baby."

"Y/N. What the hell are you playing at?"

"What? I can't call you 'baby' now?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You groaned lightly, finally figuring out what she was talking about, pressing your forehead into hers, hands still encased her wrists.

"Baby, please don't be like this."

"'Don't be like thi'-"

Before she could finish her angered sentence, you cut her off, only to continue your prior begging.

"Just come in here, please? We can have some privacy. You can yell at me all you want in here."

"I think I'll yell at you all I want from out here, thank you."

"Oh, Nance, just-" Releaseingher wrists, you instead, grasped at her waist, using your new-found leverage to begin tugging her into the back of the pizza van. "Come on in here."

"No, Y/N- I swear- Christ."

Once the curly-haired brunette had crossed the threshold, you gave one final pull, dropping back as you did, only to land in your lap with a surprised yelp.

"Y/N," Nancy scolded, hands upon your chest as she looked down at you with hard eyes and curved brows.

All the while, you dopily smiled up at her like she had hung the stars in the sky.

"Hey, baby."

"I swear to God, Y/N, when you come down from this, you're going to be in for a world of trouble."

With a hum, you replied, "Sounds like fun." Finishing it with a flirty wiggle of your brows.

"You won't find it fun when it's happening," Nancy spoke with a sarcastic smile.

Another hum sounded at the back of your throat, taking in Nancy's glorious body from where it sat upon your pelvis. This position reminded you of all the times she was in it before, when she would look down at you with the same want in your eyes right now. Passing your hands up and down her sides.

"You know what would be fun to do right now?"

Nancy's eyes grew wide, head turning to the side at your insinuation.

"No. There is no way I'm doing anything like that with you in the back of this van."

"I just want a little kiss, baby," you spoke lowly, shaking your head side to side, trying to tease her into kissing you.

"I'm not kissing you where everyone can see," she referred to your friends, still busy cleaning up the hidden away cabin and venturing the woods, setting up booby-trap alarms. Through the still-open trunk of the yellow van. "I still can't believe you did that in front of Argyle. I mean, I know he's lax on pretty much everything, but what if he had reacted badly at what you did? If he wasn't stoned out of his mind, he might have."

"Oh, please," you scoffed with a roll of your eyes, "That boy has more colours to him than JCPenney."

Nancy squinted down at you, trying to decipher your made-up expression.

"What?"

"Nance, about five minutes before you opened that door, he got finished telling me about the time of how he blew Jonathan in the back of this car. He gives Fruity Pebbles a run for their money, babe."

Ignoring your second descriptor of how gay the pizza boy was, Nancy reacted to the news of her ex-boyfriend having his own fun in the very van you had pulled her into.

"Okay, I'm definitely not kissing you in the back of thing van now."

"Oh, baby, come on. Don't do that," you whined, watching as she struggled against your body, trying to move and exit the vehicle.

Quickly, before she could remove herself from your lap, you pushed yourself up with one hand, the other coming to cup the back of her neck, pulling her down onto your lips.

After a few seconds spent kissing you, Nancy pulled away, with her nose wrinkled in the cutest way possible and pursed lips.

"You taste disgusting."

"Yeah, but I kiss amazing," you countered, brushing your thumb across her cheekbone, easily pulling her into another kiss.

Nancy's hands were wrapped up in the chest of your shirt, holding you in place as if you would suddenly sink through the van and out of her grasp. Given your experiences over the years, you couldn't blame her. At this point, you don't even think something like that would surprise you. Just like the brunette resting upon you, you kept her pressed against your body, hands holding her hips, soon rounding her to hug the girl to you, one hand threading into her hair just as her tongue slipped into your mouth.

You moaned softly into her lips, adoring the feeling of her satisfied smile in reaction to the noise.

When air started to become an issue, you pulled away with a smirk, peering up at the brunette with hooded eyes, a rasp to your voice when you next spoke.

"Even though I taste disgusting, you still have no issue sticking your tongue down my throat."

Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes once more, not wanting to admit that you were right, even though you knew, full well, you were.

"Don't flatter yourself. I got used to it after a while."

"Aha. So, does that mean I can get you to smoke with me someday?"

"Not. A. Cance," she stated, leaning down to teasingly rub her nose against yours, smiling the same way.

You also knew that to be true.

Nancy wasn't the type for drugs. Even if it were something as innocent as weed. Not that she would -Truly- judge someone for using it. That didn't mean she had to like it. Especially when it involved someone she cared for greatly. She didn't want you to develop unhealthy mechanisms to cope with the things you have seen and done. Be that with alcohol, drugs, or something else. Nancy never wanted you to go through any hardships in life if they could be avoided.

"We still need to have that little chat when you sober up. So don't think that this is my acceptance of you smoking this yourself, the brunette warned, using her leverage upon your chest to push herself up, exiting through the open trunk, ready to get back to work.

"Now, come on! Just because you're high doesn't mean that you can't help me board up these windows."

"I can't use heavy machinery while under the influence. What makes you think I can use a hammer and nails?" you question, poking your head out of the back of the van, trying to get out of your task.

You should have known better than to think that that might possibly work against the Nancy Wheeler.

Spinning on her heels, the girl spoke to you as she continued walking backwards towards the cabin, "Then you hold the boards. And I'll do the hammering."

You groaned, stumbling out of the van, following after Nancy up the steps of the cabin. Wishing that you were back on those soft cushions, with your girlfriend, laying across your body, with her soft lips upon yours.=====

[giant-rat-goop-monster]

Whereas your room is just covered in crap, which you will clean over your dead body. So, when she comes over, you just shove a pile of clothes off of your bed gesturing down to the space with a, "A seat for the queen."

Surprisingly she likes hanging out in your room better than hers, even tho it's a fucking biohazard.

Literally. More than once she has seen you drink from a cup and go, "Ooo, that's old."

nancy wheeler obsessively cleans her room before inviting u over and still says, “sorry for the mess”, like the singular t-shirt she left on the bed is going to offend u

[giant-rat-goop-monster]

Good for them.

Good for them.

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