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Staff Room Crushes -Peter Ballard

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female Reader

Summary: Breaks in the lab bring not only gossip but confessions of hidden feelings

Warnings: Fluff, Peter struggling with his feelings, Bad Coffee and snacks, Accidental confessions, Flustered Peter, both Peter and reader have feelings for one another

Word count: 1.9k words

A/N: This was requested by @rebel-blue who asked for: Peter Ballard plus #19 “I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else.” from the prompt list. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys this! This is my first time writing Peter so it’s a test run.

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Drumming your fingers on the table, you stole a look at the clock on the wall, seeing that only a solid four minutes had passed since you last checked.

Breaks at the laboratory never felt like real breaks. They felt like timed moments of madness sitting alone in a bleak white room with shitty coffee and even worse food. Occasionally others would join you in sitting and waiting to return to normalcy but most would rather spend time walking around like a trapped animal or attempting to have casual conversations with one another.

You sipped the coffee you held in a white mug, the mug in question almost perfectly blending in with the white orderly outfit you wore and walls. The coffee tasted bland and off as you forced yourself to swallow, placing down the mug onto the table.

The door opening brought your attention finally to something else so you wouldn’t have to stare at the god-awful white walls and listen to the ticks of the clock. A woman appeared wearing a similar outfit to you, beaming once she saw you sitting stiffly at the staff table. She walked over fast, her heels clicking against the floor as she did.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Lisa greeted as she sat across from you, helping herself to the box of stale treats that sat upon the table. “Mhm, you won’t believe this.” She spoke as she bit into a pastry.

Lisa amazed you. She was always positive and perky despite being a prisoner at the laboratory the moment she stepped foot onto the grounds. She knew everyone and seemed to know everyone’s business. At first, you found her unnerving due to the positive energy but now found her energy much needed to combat the dull and even grim energy that roamed the lab halls.

“Oh? Please tell me what I simply won’t believe.” Your words were nothing to her as she finished her treat and leaned towards you. “Mary and David, you know them, right?” She grabs your wrist as she talks, “Linda says that she saw them together. Like together, together.” You can’t help the look of confusion that crossed your face at the news. “But I thought Mary was married?”

“So did I! But Linda says that she saw them being closer than just friends. Now I know I shouldn’t say this but.” Lisa’s voice drops to a whisper, “Is it really that bad? I mean we are kinda stuck here for God knows how long. Do you really think she’s ever going to see him again?” Her words cause you to pause and frown.

Lisa was partly correct. Anyone who became an orderly or even a nurse was trapped in the laboratory. Any family or spouses you had, you had to leave behind entirely to commit to your job. You knew Mary wasn’t going to see her husband again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be for years and years. Who knew if he would even be alive when she could. Or if she would be alive.

“Well, I guess congrats to her for finding some happiness in this place.” You finally speak after a ghost of a minute.

Lisa lets go of your wrist to steal a sip of your coffee, face scrunching up in displeasure as she does. “That’s awful. I can’t tell what’s worse, the amount of sugar you added or the coffee.” Her words causing you to roll your eyes in response.

“Is that all you have to tell me? The paper must be dry today.” Lisa snorts at your words before placing down the dirt water you had to call coffee. “Actually...” Her voice grows in pitch, immediately causing you to squint your eyes at her in distrust. “Lisa. Whatever you are about to tell me, better not make me walk out of this staff room.” You warn the woman who has a Cheshire grin on her face.

“Supposedly you have yourself an admirer. John told Linda, who told me, that he saw Peter watching you. And from what he said, it isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at you.” Her words cause your cheeks to grow warm as you lean back in the squeaky staff chair.

Your feelings for the tall blond man were well known across the staff. You couldn’t even count the dozens of times you had been caught simply watching him as he did his daily tasks. You weren’t even sure what about him stole your attention, or why anytime you and him shared brief words you found yourself breathless and suddenly so aware of everything around you.

Peter was so perfect it unnerved you. No matter the time of the day you found yourself finally getting a glimpse of him, nothing about him was out of order. Not a single stray hair out of place nor a single wrinkle on his pristine white shirt.

But maybe that’s why you liked the man so much. Despite how he perfectly blended into everything the lab represented and was, you still couldn’t get him off your mind. He always lingered in the back of your mind as you cleaned or even while you prepared to turn in for the night.

“Peter watches everyone. There isn’t much else to do when we are stuck in the same cycle everyday. Remember he works directly with the kids. Dr.Brenner probably wants him to be aware of everything around him.” You grabbed your mug and placed it away from you both as you frowned. “Yeah but-” The staff room door opening cut the conversation short as you both turned to glance at who had entered.

Sure enough, there was the man of the hour. Peter almost seemed surprised at the presence of you two but quickly masked it with a polite smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He questioned, tone curt and polite.

“No! I mean, no. I was just leaving. I gotta get back to work anyways, always on the clock.” Lisa was quick to stand, throwing you a look as she did. “I’ll see you later (Y/N), It was nice seeing you as well Peter.” Lisa was quick to say her goodbyes and all but flee the staff room leaving you alone with the man.

You couldn’t help but blink in shock at the now empty chair. Shock soon took over as you realized she had all but abandoned you with Peter.

“May I?” Peter’s question brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to see him gesturing to the now empty chair Lisa had once sat in. “Oh yes! Go ahead. It’s the staff room after all.” You quickly cringe as you accidentally state the obvious.

If Peter had noticed your stumble, he chose to ignore it as he sat himself down across from you. As always, he looked perfectly put together. Nothing out of place.

A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks to fill the space.

“So..how's your day going?” You asked the blond man across from you who smiled at your question.

“It’s going fine so far. It’s only about noon?” He pauses to glance at the staff clock, “Yes, only noon. The kids are taking a small break before attending to more lessons so I decided to spend my break here. I wasn’t expecting company though.”

“Oh, I could leave, if you want to be alone?” Peter shakes his head at his words and waves a hand. “No, In fact I’m glad you’re here. I feel like we never get to have time alone.” You feel the warmth return once more, his words immediately causing your brain to turn.

You begin to fidget, running your finger against the table in a line repeatedly. “Yeah, we both are pretty busy huh? Me cleaning this whole place and you working with the kids. I’ve seen you with them, you are great with them. Not trying to be creepy or anything...” You trail off feeling shyness begin to creep on you.

“I could say the same to you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “I’ve seen you talk to them when you think nobody is looking. The younger children seem to adore you.”

“Oh, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was. I can’t help it; I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. I used to babysit the neighborhood kids when I was a teenager. My friends couldn’t believe I’d rather spend my nights after school watching toddlers or screaming five-year-old’s.” You chuckle as you speak.

“That’s good though. The kids need positive interactions between everything. And with how you seem to brighten up when talking to them, I would say it helps both you and them.” You both share a kind smile at his words. “They always get so happy when you enter to clean and give them that smile you always do. You don’t fake liking them and you don’t show fear towards them.”

“Of course not. They are just kids at the end of the day, they need kindness as they grow. I know Dr.Brenner doesn’t want us interacting with the children outside of professional acts, I just can’t help it. Rather it be just a smile at one of them or a small conversation, I’m not going to ignore them or treat them like how some of the other staff does.” Your nail tingles as you finally release your finger from the cycle of a line.

“Well still, it’s good what you are doing. It’s risky but I’m sure the children can’t help but get excited anytime you enter the rainbow room. That smile of yours no doubt making their day. I know it makes mine.” His words make your heart pound in your chest.

Peter’s expression changes to one of almost shyness, a look you had yet to ever see on his face. “Although I must admit, I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else that isn’t me. I know it’s silly as you are simply smiling at the children or even other staff, but I can’t help the jealousy that fills my mind.” Peter speaks as if his words don’t carry the weight of dozens of apples falling from a tree.

“Excuse me?” You found yourself whispering as your face grew boiling hot at the sudden words from the blond man.

“Oh, would you look at the time? I must be returning back to children for lessons.” His words are fast and rushed as he speaks, panic outlining them. As you steal a look at Peter as he stands up, you catch sight of his flushed cheeks. The red staining them almost like a paint splatter.

“Peter wait-” “I’ll see you soon I assume?” He questions as he all but throws himself away from the table and towards the door.

You knew if anyone walked in, you and Peter would be a sight for sore eyes. The shock painting your features and the red exploding on his face would no doubt be a pair the staff would never get tired of gossiping about for months.

Mouth unable to form words, you simply nodded as he opened the staff door.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

“Goodbye Peter.” You respond as he all but runs out of the room, leaving you sitting at the staff table in shock.

His words replay in your mind as you bring a hand up to gently touch your cheeks that were flushed with warmth. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you as you replay his words non stop in your mind.

Wait until Lisa hears about this.

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Tumblr removed my Peter fic from the tags so I'm gonna try to repost it hopefully tommorow. So I guess keep your eyes peeled for a Peter fic tommorow!

#stranger things #peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard

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Got two fics coming up, not sure when but they will most likely get posted together. If I manage to finish them both, they will probably be posted side by side. Not sure the date yet so keep your eyes out for them

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Can I get Eddie with #5 (gender neutral pronouns if possible) 👀

Hi hun! It has been done and posted :) it's here I hope you enjoy it! <3

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School Muffins -Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Undercooked school muffins bring love

Warnings: Nothing but Gareth being a homie and Eddie and Reader awkwardly flirting with each other

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: This was requested by Anon with prompt list, they requested #5 with Eddie Munson: “If i ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” This is my first time doing a prompt so hopefully it’s not to bad. If you enjoyed this, I have requests open both for prompts and everything else

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“This is chicken scratch. Gareth, how can you even read this?” You questioned as you pushed your way through the crowd of students all flooding out of class. Dodging elbows and stepping over feet, you peered down at the paper in your hand again.

Groaning, you crumpled the paper, adding more creases and wrinkles to the already ruined paper. “I’ve seen better writing from Eddie.” You called back to the male behind you that was worming his way through the student body. “That’s rude, have you seen his writing? If my writing is chicken scratch, then his has to be baby scribbles.” Gareth spoke as he appeared beside you, pulling the paper ball out of your hand.

“You made it worse, look what you did.” He waved the paper ball around for a moment before shoving it into his pocket with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

After avoiding an elbow to the face, you pulled Gareth with you into the school cafeteria. Only letting him go when he showed interest in what was being served for the day.

From where you stood you began to squint, as you peered over the multiple faces of the cafeteria before landing on a familiar face. “Found Eddie. Looks like Jeff is already there as well. Oh wait, did you grab me something?” You questioned Gareth as he turned around with his tray.

“Want the muffin? It’s a mystery what flavor it is.” He spoke as you both made your way to the table where the rest of the hellfire group sat. “Sure, the worst thing that can happen is it being undercooked.” You grabbed the muffin off his tray, unable to hold back the noise of confusion at the texture of it. “I was wrong, very very wrong.” Disgust outlines your voice as Gareth snorts at the expression painted on your face.

“Look, it’s your prince charming.” Gareth teased as you both neared the table, earning a rather rough elbow in the ribs for his words as you felt warmth flood your face. He glared at you as you both sat down in your respective spots.

“I think my dog ate some of my dnd dice.” Was the first thing you heard as you tuned into the conversation. “What? Jeff, you let Pippin eat your dice?” You ask in disbelief as you turn your attention to him.

“I didn’t mean to let him. He somehow got into my room; I think my mom let him in.” He pauses to eat some fruit salad off his tray. “He ate my D4 and D8.”

“I’m sure (Y/N) will give you a spare set, they always have them.” Turning your attention to Eddie, you almost jumped out of your skin as you realized how close he was. “Won’t you?” He speaks once more with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, yeah I can. I always have spare sets on me.” Eddie’s hand suddenly landing on your shoulder made your heart start pounding in your chest so hard, you swore it was going to rip out of your chest and flop onto the dull table. “Our (Y/N), always prepared for anything.”

As the table went back to talking among themselves, Eddie’s hand was still glued to your shoulder without any signs of moving. Taking a deep breath, you dared to let your eyes wander to Eddie once more.

“Hi.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him.

“Hi.” Eddie copied.

A heartbeat of silence passed over you two before you remembered the disgusting muffin in your hand. “Ever eat these?” You blurt out to the metal head beside you.

“A muffin? Yeah, I think I’ve had a few in my years.” The warmth appears once more as Eddie snickers at the clear panic on your face. “No, I meant like a school muffin. Obviously, you’ve had a muffin before, who hasn’t? It would be weird if you hadn’t before, not calling you weird-” You pause as you steal a look at the male who has a soft smile on his face as you ramble.

“I’m going to stop now.” Eddie shakes his head and moves his hand to instead wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you closer. “No no, please continue. Tell me more about the great school muffin and how some haven’t journeyed to have them yet.” He teases quietly.

Biting back the embarrassment flooding your veins, you chose to clear your throat as best as you could before holding up the muffin. “I mean, I don’t blame them. It has the texture of slime.” You bluntly state which gets a snort in response.

“Then how did the school muffin get into your inventory, dear merchant?” Eddie questions with a slight head tilt, reminding you of a puppy seeing something new for the first time.

“Gareth The Great was kind enough to give it to me, payment he said for all my wares.” You play along with the Hellfire Club leader.

The group had decided rather early on that you were the ‘Merchant’ of the group due to always having replacements for lost dice, lost pencils and whatever else the group needed. You could name dozens of times off the top of your head that someone had lost a dice or unfortunately had left them at home.

“Payment he said? I never knew you required payment. Had we all been using your wares without the worry of payment?” You snicker at his words before shrugging. “I didn’t want to lose my best customers; it would kill my business.”

You both laugh at the exchange for a few moments before falling into a comfortable silence.

“I guess I need to think of a payment for all the wares I’ve used over the years.” His fingers drag themselves along your shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. You always do.” You place the disgusting muffin onto the table, ignoring the feeling left on your hand and the warmth strangling you.

A gentle tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the club leader with a “Yesss?”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

Ignoring the pounding in your ears, you turned to Eddie with a smile.

“Well, I need my payment somehow, don’t I?”

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Prompt List

Opening requests for prompts! I’ve never done this before so I am super excited to do this! There isn’t many at all, as this is only my first time. But hopefully you all can have fun with it. The Prompts are under the cut!

The characters that can be requested are: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Peter Ballard, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers and Chrissy Cunningham. I write for the older teens/young adults so if a character you want to request isn’t on here, don’t be shy to request them and we’ll see what happens :D

You’ve got a little mascara stain...you wanna talk about it?

Of course I’m crying! I thought I'd lost you

I thought...I thought you were better then that

I saw you. I saw you two together.

If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?

I wish you loved me as much as I loved you

It’s always my fault, Isn’t it?

Why does it feel like this is goodbye?

I’m afraid of losing you, okay?

Can you look at me? Please?

I can’t do this without you

Don’t go where I can’t follow

If this is the end, I’m glad I get to be here with you

I love you more than I did yesterday

Why can’t we stay here forever

I’m not letting something as simple as that separate us

And for many generations to come, our love story will live on

So what? You’re still my (Name), idiot. I don’t care about what they say

I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else

I don’t want your help, I want you safe

I just want you to be happy. Whether that’s with or without me

I can’t believe it took me all these years to realize how I truly feel about you

God, just, put us all out of our misery and admit it already

I think dying by your side, when we’ve lived a long, happy life, would be the best way to go

I can wait a thousand lifetimes for you

I’ll find you. Okay? I promise you, whatever happens, I’ll find you, and we’ll be together, and everything will be good again

I like myself a lot more when I’m with you

What do you know about loving someone

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone

I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes

For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever

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Without you- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the battle in the upside down has its effects

Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 9, Sadness, Crying, Angst, Unspoken Love, Struggling to cope, I am sorry, Mr.Munson being the best uncle ever, That damn necklace.

Word Count: I am not sure, I am sorry

A/N: So this is being fastly written during a firework show. This might not be my best work as i didnt know how to end it and man I'm not gonna lie, I was tearing up super hard writing this. Here, you guys might need this. *Hands tissues out*

Two days.

It had been two days since the attack on the Upside Down and Vecna.

Two days since you lost Eddie.

You still couldn't get the sounds of Dustin's sobs out of your head when he told you the news. Everything felt surreal as you pulled Dustin into a tight hug, needing something to keep you grounded as you slowly realized that you may have not died during the battle, but a part of you might as well have.

"Would you like water?" You softly asked a man and his daughter sitting on a cot as they both turned their attention to you. They both took cups before thanking you, allowing you to move on.

Being without Eddie felt wrong. You had always followed him, no matter where he went or what he did. You were his shadow. Everything was wrong without him. Nothing was making sense anymore. Waking up didn't make sense anymore.

You knew you shouldn't but you blamed yourself. Maybe if you had been with him and Dustin instead of Nancy, Robin and Steve you could have done something. Maybe Eddie would still be alive if you had been there and done something.

But you knew the real reason why you felt such a burning hot anger and shame towards his death. Why it burned so much.

You never got to tell him the truth. You had promised yourself that after the battle, when everyone reunited that you would tell Eddie the truth. The truth you had been hiding since you were both in middle school.

You were in love with Eddie.

You weren't sure when you had fallen for the metal head, but you knew as the years went by, you just fell deeper and deeper in love.

You knew you weren't the best at hiding your feelings. Gareth and Jeff knew about how you really felt about the leader of the Hellfire Club. They always tried to give you opportunities to tell him but you always denied, telling them you couldn't risk ruining what you had with him.

You were content with spending the rest of your life as his best friend. Just to avoid doing anything that would ruin your relationship. You would bite your tongue for the rest of your days anytime the green monster would creep up your spine when Eddie would discuss a girl he was interested in.

You would take any tears and nights spent crying over him with a smile.

The pain was worth it as long as you could still have that smile of his directed at you.

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice brought you out of your thoughts as you turned around, nearly dropping the tray of water at sight of the person speaking to you.

"Mr.Munson?" You questioned, shocked at the sight of the man in front of you. You had heard he was looking for Eddie. Putting up posters for his nephew that was never coming home.

Turning around, you gently put down the tray of water on a empty table space before turning to face the man.

"Did you know Eddie was dead?" His words cause your jaw to fall open in shock as you process his words. A moment passes as you stand there wordlessly.

"Yes, I did know." You stumble over your words as the man sits down on the cot behind him. You rub your sweaty hands on your pants as you move closer to him.

For a moment, he closes his eyes. Taking a deep breath before shaking his head.

"Did you ever tell him?"

"Tell him what?" You asked, deciding to play stupid, feeling the burn fill your eyes.

Mr.Munson gives a bitter chuckle at your words.

"When you first walked through my front door with him, I was in shock. My Nephew wasn't one that people often approached. And I thought he was going to scare you off or someone would tell you to avoid him. But almost every single day, there you were with him." Mr.Munson opens his eyes and turns his gaze to you, letting you see the red lining his eyes and the tears threatening to fall.

"Eddie couldn't understand it either. No matter what happened or what was said, you never left. You always came back the next day, and the day after. And I knew quickly why. You looked at him like he was the only person in the world." The burning in your eyes becomes too much as tears begin to make their way down your face, staining your shirt.

"I remember when one day, Eddie came home early. He was angry." Mr.Munson gives a sniff. "He went into his room and just screamed and screamed. When he finally spoke to me, you know what he said?" You shake your head, urging him to continue.

"Why couldn't it be me? Why him?" You know you probably look like a mess to anyone witnessing the conversation, bloodshot eyes and never ending tears. "What did he mean?" You questioned.

"Eddie had told me you had gotten yourself a boyfriend. And for some reason, it upset him. The sight of you with someone else, upset him. Scared him. He thought you were going to leave him beyond for your boyfriend. And the thought of that tore him apart." Mr.Munson paused to reach into his pocket, pulling something out and holding it out to you.

"He would want you to have this."

Gently reaching out, you grabbed the item from him. Eyes widening as you realize immediately what it was.

"I can't have this. You're his uncle, you should-" He raised a hand fast, cutting you off. "No, he would have wanted you to have it."

Gently running your thumb over the necklace, you couldn't hold back the sob that pushed past your lips.

Mr.Munson stood up as you fell apart, holding onto the necklace as you sobbed. He gently wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you wailed.

"I wish he was still here. I wish I told him." You choked out, struggling to speak due to the amount of grief consuming you.

"I know." Mr.Munson spoke quietly, attempting to hold himself together as you both grieved over Eddie.

As you hugged him, you couldn't help but look down at the necklace clutched tightly in your hand.

You would do anything to keep Eddie's legacy alive. And that's exactly what you were going to do.

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I have a Eddie fic in the works, might be posted tonight or tommorow. Not sure yet, although I will warn it is very very emotional. I apologize in advance to anyone who reads it, just know I cried to. It does contain spoilers which I will tag in the tags and in the summary/warnings.

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How we doing after these episodes everyone?

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #steve harrington #Nancy wheeler #Eddie munson #lucas sinclair

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I love the jonathan byers fic you just posted!!! 😍

Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it <3

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hey <33 could i request a jonathan byers x fem reader that's very affectionate n bubbly? like reader would try to include him in current conversations, they'd touch his hair n hold pinkies with him, etc <333 tyvm!!

Hi Hun! I posted something like this and I hope you like it! I've never written a bubbly reader before so she might seem more affectionate then bubbly. But this was something super fun to write and tackle. I'm always up for testing new things and this request was something new. But I hope you enjoy it! If its not close enough to what you requested, you can request again :D

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Sweat filled hand holding -Jonathan Byers

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Female! Bubbly! Reader

Summary: If anyone had told you that you would be in the back of your childhood best friends work van with your boyfriend, his brother and his brothers friend trying to prevent someone from bleeding out, you would have laughed in their face. But sure enough, that’s exactly where you find yourself.

Warnings: Blood, Death, Argyle freaking out, Angst and comfort, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Purple Palm Tree Delight, cute hand holding and spoilers for The Nina Project if you haven’t seen it.

Words: 2.7k

A/N: I had to re-watch this episode so much to write this. I apologize if it’s all over and lack’s reader/(Y/N) until much later, I wanted to do something different and this was something to tackle as I am not used to writing (Y/N) with a bubbly personality. I hope you all enjoy this and remember that requests are open! Requests imagines, head canons, blurbs, or even ask me something!

“Shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, Shit!” Argyle Screamed as he drove.

“Keep pressure on it.” Jonathan spoke as the mess of hands in front of him fumbled around to apply pressure to the bleeding out man’s wound. You barely caught the small mumble of “God.” from Mike as you copied the other three.

“It’s not slowing.” “Keep putting pressure on it.” You and Jonathan both cut off Will, attention sucked in by the dying man in front of you. The world around you almost seemed fake due to the amount of blood covering your hands.

“More Pressure. Get the napkins.” Will reached down and grabbed the napkins applying them to the wound while Mike seemed to talk to the wound with a “Come on.” Everyone’s hands fumbled to apply pressure to the wound as more blood was smeared along crimson soaked hands and wrists."More napkins.” Will spoke as he applied more napkins, the amount almost being overwhelming. You ignored the texture of the blood-soaked napkins seeping into your skin, hearing Mike give a small “Shit.” as he realized the blood was not slowing.

“It’s not slowing.” Will repeated himself once more as Jonathan turned around, yelling “Argyle! Get us to St. Mary’s.” Somehow still applying pressure to the napkin covered wound.

“I don’t think praying’s going to help that dude man.” Argyle yelled as you felt yourself lean back and stare at him in disbelief. The position was awkward and painful but you didn’t care.

“No, you idiot! St. Mary’s Hospital!” You and Jonathan both yelled to Argyle, you more in disbelief over the man’s words and Jonathan’s more of a command. “No, No.” The man on the floor finally spoke, bringing your attention back down to him.

“What?” You and your boyfriend asked the man in shock.

“No hospital.” His voice was weak, causing your heart to skip a beat in realization.

You knew the man wasn’t going to survive this.

“We’re gonna get you to the hospital.” Jonathan’s voice is steady and calm, causing you to give him a side glance of surprise at his ability to keep together.

“You need to warn..O…Owens.” He gurgles as he speaks.

“Owens, okay.” “The girl.” He continues after Jonathan’s words. “She…She’s in danger.” He continues as you along with the two other boys snap your heads to Jonathan, unsure what to do.

“Okay, how…how do we find Owens?” Jonathan asks.

“Nina. Nina.” His voice was drifting even more.

“Nina. Who’s Nina?” Mike questions as you apply more pressure to the wound, trying your hardest to give the man more time. Even if it’s just a few minutes. “Come on. A pen.” Will speaks as you mentally kick yourself for not grabbing one of those stupid bright yellow pens from work like you always did.

To your surprise, the slowly dying man manages to pull a pen from his pants pocket. “Okay.” If Jonathan is shocked, he hides it with perfection. Meanwhile Mike utters yet another “Shit.” as you all watch the man hold the pen up best to his ability.

Your hands fumble to cover more area as Jonathan scrambles to help the man with the pen. “Here’s the number.” You dare to peek at his eyes, noting the life slowly leaving them. “Number. Number.”

“He wants to write something- We can call this Nina?” Mike and Jonathan’s voices clash as Jonathan speaks to the man.

“Grab a magazine or something. Will, get something.” You and Mike both struggle to apply pressure between the two of you. “He’s really bleeding a lot.” Mike speaks as you both share a look for a moment before Will slams down what appears to be the requested magazines in the area.

“Right here, right here.” Will repeats himself, voice desperate as he tries to get the man to write. “Oh god, we’re losing him.” You hold back the urge to cry as you see the final bit of life slipping away. “Come on. Hey!” Jonathan cut’s in, seeing what you had. “Write the number.” Will begs as he keeps his gaze on the man.

“Hey! Look at me! Hey! Come on!” Jonathan shakes the man best he can. “Hold on!” You and Mike both say in unison, attempting to somehow prevent the man from letting go.

Argyle’s “Oh, shit.” is almost drowned out by Jonathan yelling “Hey!” as he continued to semi shake the man.

“Hey, yo, yo. Wait, wait, wait. Why is it so quiet back there, huh? Yo, is he dead? Jesus, man.” You are all silent as you stare down at the dead man. “Talk to me! Shit!” Argyle speaks again, stress in his voice from the lack of responses.

“We should get off the road.” Jonathan’s words cause you, Mike and Will to look up and see the cars trailing behind the van. “Argyle!” You yell as you remove your hand from the wound, ignoring the dried blood. “Argyle, Ar….Argyle, get off the road, now!” Will yelled as he turned around to look at the long-haired man.

“Shit, he’s dead, isn’t he?” You turn around as Argyle does. “This is real bad.” He continues as his expression mirrors one of shock and fear.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan questions.

“Get off the road!” Everyone screamed at Argyle as the man finally swerved the van off the road.

“Oh man.” Argyle groans as he paces. “Okay. This is not the way it’s supposed to go, okay?” You choose to ignore the man as you shovel dirt to cover the dead man. “Oh man, oh man, oh man. Okay this is so messed up. This is so messed up! This is so messed up!” Argyle continues as you along with the three other boys shoveled.

“Okay. Dude’s probably got, like, a family, kids, you know. All that shit. We gotta go to the cops with this.” You pause your shoveling to stare at Argyle in confusion. “Lay it all on ‘em. Your superpowered girlfriend, bad government dudes. Upside Down dimension planet thing- No!” You, Mike and Will cut him off.

Jonathan puts more dirt into the hole before finally stopping to watch the current situation, semi leaning against you as you both watched Argyle. You ignore the sweat dripping down your neck as you gently run your nails along Jonathan’s back with your free hand. You bite back a smile as you feel him relax against you before pulling away, joining Will in shoveling again.

“But…But listen!” Argyle grabs Mike. “The bad government dudes are after your super girlfriend, right? Right? Okay.” You watch as Argyle all but flings Mike around like a ragdoll in his hold. “So maybe the cops can help us find out where she is. They’re gonna kill her man. If they kill her, they’re gonna kill us.”

“Hey!” Jonathan attempts to distract Argyle but the man ignores him. “Argyle!” You tried, frowning when you got a lack of a response as well.

“Actually, they might kill us before they kill her.” Both you and Jonathan drop your shovels before moving closer to Argyle and Mike. “I dunno, man.” You watched Argyle’s animated hand movements for a second as Mike seemed to be in shock.

“Argyle!” Jonathan yelled beside you. Argyle let go of Mike before semi walking away. “Actually I don’t know what order they wanna go!”

“Listen to me! Hey! Argyle!” “Eeny meeny miny moe!” “Listen!” What!?”

“Look, I think we can figure this out, okay? We just gotta open our minds.” Jonathan’s words caused you to stare at him for a moment before realization washed over you.

Purple Palm Tree Delight.

“Open our minds? That’s an open grave in front of me, man!” You bite your tongue to hold back the small laugh that threatens to slip past your lips at his words. “Open my mind? What are you talking about?” Jonathan moves closer as Argyle continues to freak out. “Listen. Hey, dude! Hey!” Jonathan grabs Argyle, still shouting. “Just relax, okay?” His words are lighter now, calm.

You stab your shovel into the dirt as you wipe the sweat off your neck, trying to pretend blood wasn’t caked under your fingernails like dirt as you wipe your hands against your jeans.

“Why don’t you just go to the van…and do your thing, huh?” Argyle nods. “Purple Palm Tree Delight.” Argyle chuckles as Jonathan gives a firm nod. “Right.”

Will throws up his arms with a look of almost annoyance before stabbing at the dirt to push more into the grave. “It’s just worn off. I’m all emotional.” “You’re emotional.” Jonathan confirms his words. “Okay.” He turns around and begins towards the van. “I’m sorry.” Argyle apologizes.

“You’re fine.” Jonathan rest’s his hand on Argyle’s back before letting him walk away.

“Jonathan.” Will speaks as Jonathan turns around with a “Yeah?”. “More weed? Is that really a good idea right now?” Will questions, seemingly unsure of the choice.

“Got a better idea to keep him calm?” Jonathan questioned as he moved towards the grave once more. “Let’s just get this done.” You all begin to shovel dirt once more at Jonathan’s return.

You gave a final look to the criss-cross sitting Argyle, leaving him to play with the now empty pizza box as you moved towards Jonathan, noting the spread-out map across the rusted car.

“Hi.” You whispered as you stopped beside him, peering down at the map. He sighs before leaning his body against you. As much as the body heat made you sweat even more under the scorching sun, you melted against him. Automatically linking pinkies with him as you stood there taking in each other's company.

“Burying a body together really is romantic, isn’t it?” You ask, voice light and sweet. Jonathan shifts to stand once more before releasing your pinkie and instead grabbing your sweaty hand with his equally sweaty one. “Eww..Jonathan.” You groan but make no move to let go.

“It is. Maybe we should do this again next week?” He asks as you snort, giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder. “Totally, I’m sure my mother would love for us to become grave diggers.” You give a playful gasp. “Maybe we should be robbers next?” You playfully suggest before tightening your grip on Jonathan’s hand, noting the tenseness of his body.

You nervously lick your dry lips before looking down at the map and looking back at Jonathan. “So, what’s the plan now?” You softly question. You ignore the sweat dripping down your hand as Jonathan gives it a tight squeeze. “I’m not sure. We have to find ‘Nina’ whatever that could be.”

He uses his free hand to wipe sweat off his face before frowning. “What if- what if we don’t find it in time?” He sounds so afraid it catches you off guard. “What if we don’t find it?” He questions once more as he loosens his grip on your hand.

“Jonathan.” He doesn’t look at you as you speak. “Jonathan~” Your voice is now breezy as you speak. He puts his gaze onto you. “There you are. Now listen I’ve never dealt with this before. Hell, if you had told me I would have been in the back of Argyle’s van trying to keep a man from bleeding out like this morning? I would have not believed you.” You wave your free hand around as you speak.

“But I’m glad I was in that van. I’m glad I was in that van and I’m here now.” You grip his hand tightly. “We are going to find Nina. Warn Owens? Is that his name?” Jonathan laughs at your unsureness before nodding. “And we are going to do exactly what we need to. Me, you, Will, Mike and Argyle. We got this. No matter what happens, we are here with you.” You peck his cheek with a bright smile.

He returns your smile, a bit smaller and more nervous but a smile nonetheless.

He leans down a bit, getting closer to your lips-

“Hey does anybody know the dead dude’s name?” Argyle questions as Jonathan pulls away with a sigh.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “He’s your best friend until the sun goes down.” You chirp as you turn your attention to Argyle.

“What?” Jonathan questions as he turns as well.

“The dead dude.” Argyle points down at the pen from before that was now sticking out of the dirt. “I’m making him a headstone.”

“Really Argyle?” You spoke as you laughed in disbelief. “You do realize we spent all morning hiding the body.” Jonathan gestures to the makeshift grave.

“Well, I’ll just write, uh, ‘Here Lies Unknown Hero Agent Man.’ Yeah. ‘Saved Argyle, (Y/N), Jonathan, Will and Mike from certain death.’” Argyle holds the pizza box like a gravestone as he speaks.

“You…You’re gonna write our names on the pizza box?” Jonathan questioned as Argyle shrugged. “They’re pretty common names.” Argyle spoke as he began trying to write on the box.

“Is he aware his name is Argyle?” You giggled as you asked Jonathan who shook his head in disbelief.

“Okay, dude. Uh, do your thing.” Jonathan spoke before he turned around once more to the map, mumbling “Jesus Christ.” Under his breath as he did. You watched Argyle attempt to write with the pen for a moment before turning back to look at the map once more.

You leaned against the rusted car until noticing Will and Mike go walking past you. You and Jonathan both shared a look of confusion before moving towards the two boys. “What are you doing?” You and Argyle asked in unison as you all watched Mike unscrew the pen.

He flicked the opening towards Argyle as something popped out of the pen.

“Oh shit.” You smiled as you watched Argyle hold up a rolled-up piece of paper. “Something fell outta that pen, man.” Mike grabbed it from him and unrolled it. “What is it?” Will questioned as you leaned across Jonathan to peer at the paper.

“It’s the number. We’ve had it this whole time.” Mike announced as he peered at the paper in his hand.

“We got his digits, man?” Argyle questioned as you all stared down at the paper.

“Phone booth!” You excitedly yelled, finally finding one.

“There’s one. Argyle, slow down.” Will spoke after you.

“There’s one what? Argyle asked, unaware of what anyone was talking about.

“Slow down!” Everyone began yelling.

“Stop barking orders.” Argyle whined.

“Argyle! Slow down!” Mike yelled as the van swerved off the road and into an awkward stop.

“Jesus Christ- Christ!” You and Mike both spoke as the van stopped.

“202-968-6161.” Will spoke the numbers as Mike pressed them on dial

“Well?” You questioned as Mike stood there with the phone to his ear. “Is it ringing?” Will followed after.

“No, It’s just making a bunch of weird noises.” Mike replies. “Busy?” Will questions. “Listen to this.” Mike holds up the phone to Will's ear. “That remind you of anything?” It’s Mike’s turn to ask questions. “Wargames.” Will replies as both you and Jonathan go “What?” in confusion.

Jonathan takes the phone and holds it up so both you and him can hear it. Your nose scrunches at the noise on the other line.

“Oh my God, we’re not calling a phone. We’re calling a computer.” Will realizes as you all share a look of confusion.

“Now, I don’t know if Nina’s a computer like Joshua oe Owens’ lab, but Unknown Hero Agent Man gave us access to it for a reason.” Mike speaks as he walks towards the back of the van, pulling the back up. “We just need to find the computer. We find Owens, then warn him. Then we warn Eleven. I just need a hacker. The only hacker that I know lives..” He pauses to spread the map he had taken from the glove department out before pointing at a spot on the map. “In Utah.”

“Wait, Utah?” Both you and Jonathan question. “Salt Lake City, to be specific.” Mike replies.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Will rests his hands on his head.

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why ‘Oh my God?’” Jonathan asks.

“Turn around. Look at what you see.” Will sings as Jonathan groans. “Oh no.”

“NeverEnding Story. That Scared the shit out of me. The Nothing, man? That’s some proper existential shit, dude.” Argyle speaks. “Yeah, I remember watching it with you and needing to walk you to the bathroom.” You chime in as Argyle snorts.

“You can’t be serious.” Jonathan asks Mike.

“If we take the 1-15 north, we’ll get there by morning.”

“Oh, you’re being serious?” Jonathan speaks in shock.

“We’re going to Utah?” You ask.

“I know it sounds insane, but Suzie saved the world last year. Maybe she can save it again.” Mike speaks before grabbing the map and jumping into the van

“Alright, everyone in the weed van!” You yelled as you gently shoved Argyle to hustle to the driver's seat.

Once everyone was accounted for and settled in the van, Argyle began to drive.

“Wow Utah, always wanted to go.” You gave a dreamy sigh before leaning over to rest your head near Jonathan as he sat in the passenger's seat.

“Wait, who's Suzie?”

“I was wondering the same thing.”

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