[ let it be known that nancy wheeler is very aware that she should have taken the day off from school. the whole week, technically, but her rut seems to be at its worst today, enough that it's almost impossible to concentrate. not just for her, but the people who are unfortunate enough to be near her for any extended period of time. she must be giving off pheromones or- or whatever, she's still learning about all of this. it's not super common, this- this thing she's dealing with, at least not in hawkins, so it's been nearly impossible trying to navigate it all, especially when her body brutally betrays her like this. she just wants to get through the day! but luckily she's only been distracted by her own inner bullshit, and not the scent of somebody else.
well, up until lunch.
it hits her like a gut-punch as soon as she steps outside, like when she steps into a room right after her mother spritzed some kind of flowery perfume, and she stalls in her steps for a moment to try and recover gracefully from it. she tries, anyway, but she obviously looks startled enough that people felt the need to laugh. shit. shit. since jonathan moved in the fall, she doesn't really have anyone to eat lunch with her, so she usually just ends up alone on the bleachers, but right now her feet are carrying her towards that scent. away from the bleachers. away from anything, mostly, she's realizing as her mind insists she heads towards the back of the gym, to that stupid alleyway where literally nothing good ever happens. she'd be running if she wasn't mortified by the fact that she wants to be running. what the hell-
there's usually no cars back here except for the old janitor's pick-up truck, but after a moment she recognizes the dark blue car that's still running, driver-side door open. she forces herself to stop in her tracks, hand reaching out to brace against the brick wall to her right. no, no, no- ]
No, no, no- [ the scent is stronger now, too strong, and it's entirely because her brain just connected the dots, the scent to a person, and her stomach turns even as her pupils blow wide with need. she hasn't even actually seen him yet, because maybe he's trying to resist this the same as her, but she knows he has to be here. that he must be in heat, that he must have been drawn here to the school the same way she was drawn out to this back parking lot. there's a part of her that wants to beg, a please, get away from me, but her alpha tendencies are going pretty apeshit at this point, so all she really manages is a growl, quiet and focused.
she needs to wake up, shake this off.
god she needs to fuck somebody like, three days ago. she doesn't really sound like herself when she speaks up again ]
Where are you? Stop hiding from me.
[ NO WHAT WHO GIVES A SHIT??? ( she gives a shit ) ]
for kegger;
well, up until lunch.
it hits her like a gut-punch as soon as she steps outside, like when she steps into a room right after her mother spritzed some kind of flowery perfume, and she stalls in her steps for a moment to try and recover gracefully from it. she tries, anyway, but she obviously looks startled enough that people felt the need to laugh. shit. shit. since jonathan moved in the fall, she doesn't really have anyone to eat lunch with her, so she usually just ends up alone on the bleachers, but right now her feet are carrying her towards that scent. away from the bleachers. away from anything, mostly, she's realizing as her mind insists she heads towards the back of the gym, to that stupid alleyway where literally nothing good ever happens. she'd be running if she wasn't mortified by the fact that she wants to be running. what the hell-
there's usually no cars back here except for the old janitor's pick-up truck, but after a moment she recognizes the dark blue car that's still running, driver-side door open. she forces herself to stop in her tracks, hand reaching out to brace against the brick wall to her right. no, no, no- ]
No, no, no- [ the scent is stronger now, too strong, and it's entirely because her brain just connected the dots, the scent to a person, and her stomach turns even as her pupils blow wide with need. she hasn't even actually seen him yet, because maybe he's trying to resist this the same as her, but she knows he has to be here. that he must be in heat, that he must have been drawn here to the school the same way she was drawn out to this back parking lot. there's a part of her that wants to beg, a please, get away from me, but her alpha tendencies are going pretty apeshit at this point, so all she really manages is a growl, quiet and focused.
she needs to wake up, shake this off.
god she needs to fuck somebody like, three days ago. she doesn't really sound like herself when she speaks up again ]
Where are you? Stop hiding from me.
[ NO WHAT WHO GIVES A SHIT??? ( she gives a shit ) ]