{ 22 } Hi! Welcome to my blog where I write fanfiction or whatever else crosses my mind. I tend to hop around in communities and im slowly working on a masterlist. Requests are open so don't be shy!
So I know I've been MIA on this account but I've had alot going on in my personal life and things I'm preparing for. Also writers block hit me like a truck. I couldn't write anything and it drove me up the wall. But I have some good news, I am out of my writers block. Thank God. I apologize if this post is long in advance.
I am also opening requests in regards to the show, The Sandman as it's what got me out of my block. I'm not sure how many requests I'll accept but I know after a certain amount I'll be shutting down requests just to catch up.
Obviously certain things are not allowed (Should be understandable what is and what isn't) and I don't just write strictly romance either so you can get creative while requesting! I'm also open to writing gender neutral as well along with just about anything else. I also do wlm and mlm. Whatever is preferred.
I'm writing for just about anyone in the show as I'm open to different things and different experiences.
Three examples being: Dream/Morpheus, Death and Desire
I look forward to any requests I receive! If you aren't sure about requesting them using the request box, you are free to private message me if thats more your preference as well.
Hey everyone, I know I've been semi radio silent recently but I have a lot going on right now but I'm working through it.
On the plus side, I'm working on Staff Room Crushes part 2 along with a few other works so I'm not sure when they might be posted, it might be a bit of a spam depending on how many things get done but I pinkie swear I have stuff being written. Thank you so much for all the support though and follows! It's insane to see and it makes me beyond happy and I can't wait to get more writing out to all of you. Thank you so much for being patient with me and enjoying what I post. <3
I absolutely loved "Staff Room Crushes!" Reading it was such a joy. If it's alright with you, could I please request a part 2?
So I thought about it, and I really thought about it and you know what, I'm going to do a part 2! Honestly I've always been super shy about continuing any of the fics I post, so I'm glad you requested it! I definitely will start to work on it. I already have some ideas in my head for it, so keep your eye out! <3
Okay, so I found it incredibly hard to choose between my favorites, so I’ll just throw a few requests out if it’s okay. You can do one or all of them, whatever is best for you! <3
Steve Harrington + #5
Billy Hargrove + #27
Eddie Munson + #10
Peter Ballard + #19 (gotta love angst amiright)
Hi hun, I did Peter here but I also wanted to let you know I will be doing the other three as well :D I'm not sure if you want me to attempt to tag you each time or if you want the posts dm'd to you
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.
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
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
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!”
“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.
Thank you for all the support regarding the Nancy imagine I posted! I never expected it to get the attention it did but I'm really thankful it did.
I currently have a few more things in the works, I'm not sure when they will be posted as I have a busy week but I can tease and say one of them is involving Eddie and the other is involving Jonathan.
My requests are still open, so if anyone sees this and has something brewing in their brain, my request box is open. Rather it be headcanons, fic, ect. If you want to see who I'm writing for/my mindset, check out my pinned post!
Stephen King, best romance writer ever -Nancy Wheeler
Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Female Reader
Summary: You can’t keep your eyes off of Nancy as you and the others travel the upside down. Eddie notices and decides to give you a shove, just like any best friend would. Who knew Stephen King was the master of romance?
Warnings: slight slight Angst, Fluff, Humor, a budding love, Eddies potty mouth, Eddie being a wingman, Stephen King’s novels, them ugly bats of the upside down, and slight spoilers to season 4 episode 7 (You’ll know what I mean)
A/N: So I haven’t uploaded on Tumblr in years since I was thirteen, this is my first step back into it. I’m super rusty with this. If my writing style is odd, its just that I’m used to writing on Ao3 and haven’t written like this in years. I’m not used to writing this way/have an odd writing style so apologies in advance! I loved the new season and loved how Nancy looked in it, her outfits were amazing. I’m also figuring out how I want my layout to be so if I switch a-lot of things I apologize. Also! My requests are open so if you enjoyed this, don’t be shy to request anything.
Word count: 942 words
You scowl as you step over a vine, keeping the mindset of the mentioned ‘Hivemind’ Nancy and Steve mentioned. You ignore the noise of disgust from Eddie behind you as you all march forward.
Unable to look at the repeating sights surrounding you like a looming shadow, you instead let your gaze wonder until it landed on the familiar head of hair that was none other than Nancy Wheeler.
Now you weren’t sure when your feelings for Nancy first started. You thought maybe it started when she smiled at you in the hallways between classes, or maybe when she once sat beside you during lunch and asked about the novel you were reading.
At first you mistook the butterflies in your stomach for dislike towards the girl but after seeing her and Steve Harrington kiss in the hallways one morning, and the staircase of emotions that followed after, you quickly realized what it really was.
You realized it wasn’t hatred, hell it wasn’t even annoyance or distrust.
It was a crush, a rapidly growing one.
For weeks, you spent hours upon hours laying in your bed trying to wrap your mind around the fact of liking Nancy Wheeler. Anytime you weren’t lounging around thinking about the dark-haired woman, you were instead screaming into your pillow. Screaming about the fact that you would never be with her, that she would never look at you the way she used to look at Steve. Or the way she would look at Jonathan.
“Jesus, trying to burn a hole into Wheeler or what?” Eddie asks, dragging you out of your thoughts.
“I am not!” You denied as you stepped over another vine. The man gives a snort of disbelief at your words. “Anyone can see that you are. Hell those creepy fucking bat things can probably even see you.” Instead of speaking, you instead choose to sharply elbow Eddie who in return does it back.
“I’m simply..observing.” Your voice drops to a whisper as you speak, your eyes finding Nancy’s form once more.
Eddie followed your gaze for a moment before giving a dramatic groan. “Why don’t you just ask her to hang out. I’m sure Wheeler won't bite- wait she might. Scratch that.” You shake your head in disbelief at the man’s words.
“Are you Insane? One wrong thing and I'll be the freak of the town- no offense.” Eddie waves a hand at your words, which you take as a sign to continue on your rant. “Last time I checked; she likes boys. Boys like Steve. Boys like Jonathan. Not girls. If I get to close and end up freaking her out, the entire town will flip. She might let me down gently but she might tell someone.”
For once, Eddie is quiet. So quiet it almost unnerves you. The noises from the upside down surrounding you are almost more comforting than the silent mullet having man. “Eddie?” You dare to ask.
“Punch me later.” You raise an eyebrow at his words. “Pardon me?” You utter in confusion as you watch Eddie motion to give him a moment before awkwardly jogging forward and taping Nancy on the shoulder.
They seem to talk for a moment before Nancy motioned for you to come towards her. Ignoring the sweat beginning to form on your palms from nerves, you almost robotically moved forward until you were walking beside her.
“So, Eddie told me you have something to ask me?” Nancy asks quietly as you both step over a vine.
For a split moment, the idea of throwing Eddie to the bats of the upside down sounded pleasant. Hell to you, it almost sounded therapeutic in a way. You mentally made the note that if the upside down didn’t get Eddie, you would.
“Uh…Uh…” You cringe at the sound of you fumbling over your words as you feel embarrassment begin to creep up your spine.
“Stephen King! Did you ever read that book I recommended to you?” You ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you rub your hands on your jeans, trying to ease your screaming nerves.
“I bought it but never got around to it. I assume you have read more of his work since you gave me the recommendation?” She asks, turning her gaze onto you.
“Yeah, I have! I’ve read like Salem’s Lot, Night Shift, The Shining..I’m reading through Cujo at the moment. It’s about this dog and just, I won’t spoil it for you.” Your voice dies down to a whisper as you speak.
Nancy gives a chuckle at your words. You expect her to return her gaze forward but she instead continues to stare at you.
“Do you think..that when this is dealt with, that we could maybe..I don’t know..” She trails off, sounding almost shy.
You stare at her in shock, never expecting to live long enough to see Nancy Wheeler shy.
“We could?” You ask.
“We could rent some of the movies. Family Video might have them and I swear if we watch the movies, you could lend me the books after.” Nancy’s voice was a bit shaky but clear.
“I’d like that.” You whisper to her with a smile.
Nancy mirrors the smile as you both stare at one another, barely reacting in time as you both almost step on a vine.
You both stabilize yourselves before laughing quietly to each other.
“Fuck yeah.” Eddie pumps his fist into the air, watching you two talk among each other while Steve and Robin share a look of confusion. “I did that.”
“Did what?”
No response followed from Eddie as he instead continued to walk forward
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