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───୨ৎ─── QUIET IN THE LIBRARY II N. WHEELER X FEMME!READER
summary: your tutor can't help but get distracted by your short skirts and rude demeanor, resulting
content: popular!reader, femme!reader, rich!reader, smut, mouth covering, minor breath play, sub!reader, public sex, grinding/dry humping, one use of good girl, not at all proof read i'm sorry wc: 30473829 note: femme!reader and tutor!nancy will return...
nancy wheeler taglist: @yyunju
nancy tried to control herself, she really did, and yet the second you walk into the library, wearing a tiny little skirt that'd be sure to get you dress coded if you weren't rich enough to have teachers not want to be on your bad side, any sense of composure goes straight out the window.
"so what are we doing today, wheeler?" you begrudgingly ask, sitting down opposite her. the way you lean over to get a peak at her book only serves to push up your cleavage, and nancy swallows, silently begging herself to return her gaze back to her notes.
she's been tutoring you for the better half of two months now, ever since she was told to by the principle. there's absolutely no way she would ever volunteer to spend time with you, the school's resident mean girl, of her own volition. maybe she hasn't gotten over the way you insulted her sweater the first day you met, or maybe she hates the way her stomach flips when she sees you, but she's only agreed to help you in order to look good for college applications, and you, despite initially protesting, had no other choice but to let her. your parents might be rich, but they can't pay their way past you failing ever single class.
"english literature," nancy mumbles, still staring at your chest.
"are you looking for your notes in my tits or are you staring for another reason?"
nancy snaps out of it, cheeks flushing a shade of red at the realisation that you noticed. if anything, and certainly judging by your smug expression, you were purposely trying to make her look.
"your outfits are... distracting," she grits out once she's composed herself. every session is the same; you show up in something remotely revealing and nancy keeps her composure for roughly five minutes before slipping off to fuck you somewhere scandalously public.
"wanna do something about it?" you smirk, cocking your head at the nearby bookshelves. "i seem to have left.... whatever book we're reading for class at home, so i suppose we'll have to go fetch me another one?"
nancy knew this would happen, so she tucked another copy in her bag before coming here. she could slide it over to your side of the table and be done with this whole conversation. even though you'd most likely resist at first, you'd eventually open it up to whatever page she instructs and get on with the work, no doubt complaining the whole time. or, she could pretend.
"you forgot your book again?" nancy chooses the latter, standing up from her seat. "fine, let's hope they have another copy."
the second you enter the secluded classics section, nancy is on you, pushing you up against the shelf without any remorse for the way the books dig into your back. her lips meet yours in that rough, punishing way you like best, her hips moving against yours.
"what happened to....getting my book?" you try to be cocky, but your words falter as nancy's kisses trail down to your neck, sucking at the soft skin there. in fact, your whole facade does. without nancy pressing against you so hard, you doubt you'd be able to stand.
when nancy first discovered this side of you, it opened worlds. you can act indifferent and above everything, but the second nancy asks you to jump, you'll respond with 'how high?' the complete power trip it gives nancy is intoxicating, to see you reduced to such a pathetic mess for her and her only.
with all the kissing and pulling at clothes, you find yourself with your shirt half unbuttoned, and your hips slotted against her thigh. just to try it, you slowly grind, a hand grasping her shoulder when you do, so hard you swear you break a perfectly manicured nail. it's the best sensation you've ever experienced. "oh, oh shit, nancy...."
"you like that?" nancy scoffs, but she places a hand on your hip anyways, guiding your motions against her. as much as she hates to admit, she likes it too.
"don't care, so...so good...gonna—" a loud moan slips past your lips without permission. thankfully, the library seems to be mostly deserted today, otherwise you'd surely be in a lot of trouble already.
"quiet," nancy hisses. you might be popular, but nancy isn't sure the librarian is going to let lesbian sex in the classics section slide. when you continue to moan, nancy has no choice (or at least she tells herself that) but to cover your mouth. "that's more like it."
just from a bit of grinding, you're already so close. nancy has half a mind to mock you for it, but instead she uses her thumb and index finger to cover your nose as well, completely unable to lie to herself that it's to keep you quiet this time. it's exactly what you need to push you over the edge, reaching your peak with a muffled sob. "good girl," nancy softly whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple so light that, in your daze, you can't be sure if you felt it or not.
you sag against her, head resting against her shoulder in a temporary moment of tenderness. then, once you've recovered enough, you whisper in her ear, and despite not being able to see your face, nancy knows your smirking when you say, "i know you brought another copy in your bag."
i am devastated and currently with 0 motivation or want to write anything stranger things related. maybe if the finale isn't too shitty i will gain motivation again
wtf is wrong with those people writing will x fem reader? can't gay men have anything now? i absolutely despise everyone who writes will with a fem reader in a non platonic way. i literally just saw someone writing smut with him. like, it's wrong in so many ways, what the fuck. he's a highschooler AND gay. like, just stop.
Whenever you can I’d love to have a couple headcannons or a imagine of Will Byers x male reader where the reader is 012 and has electrokinesis (the power to manipulate electricity) and he has trouble controlling it whenever he’s feeling an intense emotion, for example… making out with will? Like things are getting hot and steamy and then BOOM all the lights in a 100 foot radius are blown.
I think it would be so cute!! :) thank you
𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒
な • らぶ will x 012!male!reader who can control electricity headcanons
─── 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 male!reader ( obviously ) , looots of fluff , let's pretend the byers stayed in california for longer </3
彡 ❀ . 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 AHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH🥹 this is such a cute idea and i loved to write it !! thank you for your request <3 this is shorter than usual, but i hope it's good :,)
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will never thought he would find someone like el, someone who also had powers and managed to escape from hawkins lab. so when he first saw the tattoo on your wrist in california, he almost thought he was seeing things.
that was the time will knew he had to get rid of his usual shyness and go talk to you. poor guy, got so nervous when he noticed your tense expression at the mention of the numbers marked on your skin, until he further explained things—without saying a lot, in case you weren't trustworthy.
and to his luck, you were more than just trustworthy, you were also happy to be friends with him. that's when will found out you had electrokinesis!
will didn't expect it, but he was impressed when you managed to turn off the lights of the classroom you two were currently hiding together with just your mind.
things escalated and you two quickly became close friends, and then boyfriends. it just happened so naturally, the day you two first shared a kiss—and the lamp on will's room almost exploded—could be the best day of your life.
will always gets worried seeing your nose bleed after using your powers since you rarely use them willingly, usually it being activated after overwhelming emotions.
you try reassuring him it's fine and you're used to it, but will is still going out of his way to wipe away the blood with a tissue, gentle hands holding your face as he does that.
making out sessions are a big no no indoors—unless you want poor joyce to change lamps every single week.
you have to constantly apologise to people for accidentally blowing up random lamps whenever will holds your hand in public, making your heart speed up in your chest.
will gets so amazed whenever he does see you using your powers on will—pun intended.
sometimes you might get nightmares from your past, having to be one of those lab rats in the hawkins lab wasn't easy. so will is always ready for when you might start having a bad episode
it's usually pretty noticeable, as the lights might begin to fade out a bit or even flicker—usually you try to control the latter since you know the history will and his friends have with the lights flickering.
when that happens, will is more than ready to stop everything he's doing to comfort you. he knows how bad it is to relive those memories, and he hates seeing you suffer.
な • らぶ after seeing you walking around hawkins school, mike didn't expect to see you at a party.
─── 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 ftm!reader (although it's not really mentioned ) , reader teases mike , use of yn once , mike is awkward but he's trying his best
彡 ❀ . 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 hello !! thank you for the compliment , i'm glad you like my writing <3 i didn't know if you wanted them to kiss or something, so if you want a continuation to this you can send another request ! please enjoy it <3
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“come on, mike. you'll like him!” dustin insisted, trying to convince his stubborn friend to meet the new student. the boy knows how mike can be when it comes to meeting new people—like max a few years ago—but he can't let him win the battle this time.
“why do you want me to meet this guy so much?” the words were almost spat out of his mouth, a very clear disinterest in dustin's idea of meeting his new so called 'friend'.
“because,” he begun, stepping closer to mike, tugging on his sleeve to make the boy lean down a bit, “you have never seen someone like him.”
“who even is him?”
“him!”
in that exact moment, dustin pointed over to someone, a little too exaggerated for mike's liking but it wasn't important to point that out right now. not when you were there—walking through the halls as if you didn't care about what anyone thought.
“... woah.” dustin snickered at his friend's reaction, shutting his mouth when he received an annoyed look from him.
“see what i mean now?” oh mike definitely sees it. you had this different style that just made it impossible for people not stare. he's not sure if he should call you a goth or a punk, all he knows is that he feels an unfamiliar feeling to go talk to you.
“w–well why should we talk to him? we already have a group and he probably don't even like d&d.” this was an obvious excuse to not talk to you, and dustin wasn't really impressed by mike's behavior, sighing, “mike, look at him. do you really think he won't like d&d?”
even if you did like rpg, how should mike even act when talking to you? should he act cool to impress you? wait, why does he even care about that?
“dustin, let's just go–”
“fine, fine. but you just lost an opportunity to find someone as weird as we are.”
weird. mike wouldn't call you weird.
the best words he could find to describe you would be... cool. different, even. but not weird.
he should just forget about this and go to class like dustin. with a deep breath, he finally turned around to leave, accidentally making eye contact with you. it lasted long than it should've. neither of you managed to look away until dustin yelled from a few steps away
“mike?! are you coming or not?”
that was enough to snap both of your attentions to dustin, to which mike glanced at you one last time before finally catching up to his friend, “yeah, coming!”
wow.
a few days since then has passed and mike barely saw you at school. most of the time when he did manage to catch you roaming around the place, you were either late and running to class, or rushing to go back home.
he figured it's probably because of how people can act towards anyone slightly different. he can't blame you for not wanting to stay at school for too long. honestly, mike found himself trying to find you, not that he'd ever admit that anyway.
and then came the party.
mike absolutely despised those. so much unnecessary noise, teenagers doing problematic stuff that could probably get them in trouble—and that's not even mentioning the worse of it all.
people making out everywhere.
he found it so disgusting he couldn't even begin to describe his repulse to it. unfortunately for mike, his friend, lucas, didn't seem to care a lot of his feelings about the event.
“why do you want me to come? don't you have other friends?”
“mike can you stop complaining for just a second? i just want you to have some fun outside of rpg sessions.” lucas wasn't being harsh on purpose, but he also couldn't tell the true reason as to why he was dragging his friend along, “just try to stay there for a bit, then we can leave.”
“you better hold on to that promise.” he mumbled, crossing his arms as they finally arrived at the asshole's house—a nickname mike gave to the guy who would always throw parties and make fun of mike.
oh, yeah, the promise. lucas promised mike to give him something he'd love as a thank you for coming to the party with him. initially it was called a reward, but mike didn't like it so he changed it.
“come on, let's go inside.” lucas finally said, walking inside the place with so much easy and calm that mike was almost jealous. he isn't that much awkward, but he isn't the most outgoing guy either.
his plan was to just stick next to lucas until he decided to free mike from his suffering. his friend didn't have the same plan.
“i'll go talk to the guys on the pool.” was the last thing he said, not even giving a chance to mike say something about it before disappearing in the crowd of people.
stupid lucas with his stupid new friends. now mike was stuck in this place, alone, with nothing to do and—
“mike wheeler?”
the poor boy's soul almost jumped out of his body when he heard someone call him—by his full name at that. who the hell would know him in this party if not to make fun of him?
he quickly turned his head in the direction of the voice, preparing himself to someone wanting to make fun of him, yet the view he got was not what he was expecting.
it was you.
like, you you.
and you were absolutely stunning.
he never thought he'd find himself attracted to someone wearing layers of belts, lots of black and eyeliner, and here he is. wait, attracted?
“ah, uh—”
“oh, sorry, i haven't told you my name yet. i'm yn.” your voice was... angelical. in a way he hasn't heard.
what's going on with his thoughts?
“n–nice to meet you, yn.” he finally managed to reply, unable to stop himself from looking at you from head to toe, “ah– what are you doing here?”
“lucas invited me. said someone wanted to talk to me but didn't have the courage to.”
huh? why would lucas say that—
wait.
your expression now wasn't one of someone who's nervous. you were holding back a smirk, leaning against the wall with a hand inside your pocket, “someone named mike wheeler.”
“w–what?! lucas is weird like that, he sees things that doesn't exist.” mike blurted out, trying to ignore the foreign feeling inside his chest.
“what things? all he said is that you wanted to talk to me.”
fuck. you got him there.
after a second or two of silence, you burst out laughing, “oh my god, your face.” and despite the embarrassment mike felt, he couldn't help but let out a few chuckles, “it's okay to admit i caught your attention, you know?”
“you didn't caught my attention! i just found you...”
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