#Argyle Reader Insert

[skittlesfics]

hii i wanted to request a argyle x byers!reader where he’s like obsessed with her and he’s all nervous when she’s around and she’s shy but she also likes him

so will, jonathan and eleven try to get them together and its all fluff (sorry for my bad english btw)

i love your writing!!!

Thanks for the request, and patience! I was writing this as a drabble/series of drabbles but this one really got away from me. Hope you enjoy! name: bewitched pairing: Argyle x Byers!Reader word count: 2951 content/warnings: she pronouns. silliness. fluff. some egregious pov switching near the end -

“No way, man. I can’t drive her alone. She’ll cast a hex on me or something.” Argyle said, throwing both hands up defensively. Jonathan raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“A hex.” He challenged. He knew that Argyle hit the bong a bit hard sometimes, but this was by far the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard from the other boy’s mouth, especially considering he didn’t even know about El’s powers.

“Yeah, man, another one! Your sister has some witchy shit going on.” Argyle wiggled his fingers to demonstrate his meaning, waving them around for emphasis. Jonathan watched him with pursed lips, still skeptical.

“Dude. Argyle. What are you talking about? Another hex? Witchy shit? She’s my sister, and she needs a ride to work later.” Jonathan wasn’t normally the type to get pushy when asking for a favor, but his best friend was truly not making any sense this time. Sure, you sometimes wore your eyeliner a little on the thick side, but that didn’t make you witchy.

“No, man, I’m serious. Like, dead serious. She did something to me last time I drove her alone. She like… whispered something right as she was getting around the van and BOOM!” He clapped his hands together for emphasis, the sudden noise making Jonathan jump, “I can’t stop thinking about her! At first I thought it was just because the van still smelled like her perfume, but nope. Someone ordered her favorite pizza toppings and I caught myself arranging them the way she likes them before I remembered it wasn’t for her.”

When Jonathan didn’t say anything, he continued, “Then I saw her favorite flowers in this neighborhood I was delivering to, and I started slowing down to pick them! I see her everywhere dude, in everything. I’m telling you, she cursed me.”

Jonathan stared as his friend, slack-jawed as he tried to deflect his painfully obvious curse into some sort of magical phenomenon. If Argyle wasn’t staring at him so earnestly, he would have laughed. He wanted to laugh anyway, but in a disbelieving sort of way. In a, am I really going to convince you that you’re in love with my baby sister kind of way.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a curse, Argyle.”

“Dude, are you listening? I can’t even talk around her anymore, man. I get all tongue tied, like, I just don’t know what to say. Or I know what I want to say but it never comes out right and she just gets this sweet look on her face and laughs. Doesn’t say anything, just laughs.”

Oh, he had it bad. Of course, Jonathan and the rest of the population of Lenora Hills, California already knew that Argyle had a crush on the Byers sister, but Jonathan had just laughed it off until now because it was Argyle and you were you and it was nothing serious. This was sounding serious.

“What if Jane rides with you?” Jonathan offered, glancing back at the house. He couldn’t miss his scheduled phone call with Nancy again, and his car had been giving him too many problems to reliably get you to work anyway.

Argyle hummed, considering.

“Come on, dude, please? She wouldn’t dare do anything in front of Jane, you know. She’s way too protective.” Jonathan knew he shouldn’t feed into it, but he needed this favor.

Argyle sighed but acquiesced, finally.

“Fine, but only if Jane rides with us. And no witchy shit!”

-

You drummed your fingers nervously on your lap as Argyle drove, something inoffensive playing quietly over the radio. He was uncharacteristically quiet, and you weren’t sure if you had done or said something to upset him. Under normal circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have asked, and with El being oddly insistent on riding with the two of you today, you certainly had nothing to say.

“Your hair looks good today; did you do something different?” El called from the back, surprisingly chipper. You turned your head to raise an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled at you, “Don’t you think it looks good, Argyle?”

You turned to look at Argyle, and caught his gaze when he glanced over at you. You offered him a confused smile, but he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

“Uhhh, yeah, dude. It looks good. Looks great. Pretty.” He offered, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he rambled, “Pretty… hairy?”  You giggled; you couldn’t help it. Argyle was always so adorable when he was tripping over words. Somehow, it made whatever he settled on even sweeter. Pretty. Hairy. You shook your head fondly.

“Thanks, but it’s really nothing different. Just showered.” You shrugged, teeth immediately finding your bottom lip. Listening to Argyle was easy, but talking to him was something else entirely. He was always just so calm, so self-assured. You were so in your head about everything that you worried it would scare him away if he caught onto that.

You could feel his eyes on you, briefly, but neither of you said anything else. You thought you heard a quiet sigh from the back seat, but when you looked back, El was just staring out the window. You weren’t sure why she had wanted to come along anyway.

The drive to your job was nothing special, just flat desert for miles. Sometimes you would be daring and try to pull a rant out of Argyle, but with El as an audience, you didn’t dare. You would usually quietly remark on something innocuous and he would latch on, turning it into a full on rant or story that would leave you in stitches. Without that, this was just… awkward.

Your salvation came in the form of the small diner you had been waitressing at appearing on the horizon. The drive to work had never felt so long.

Argyle pulled into the ‘No Parking’ zone and you gathered your belongings quickly, flashing a smile as you hurried to exit the van.

“Thanks for the ride, drive safe!” You waved your goodbye and hurried inside, glad to be free of the lingering awkwardness.

You found yourself thinking of Argyle for the entire first half of your shift. The way he said pretty before amending his statement. The brief eye contact you had made, his pretty brown eyes meeting yours. The way he hummed softly along with whatever was on the radio, even when he clearly didn’t know the song. You were glad that you could at least be friends with someone like him, since you'd never been able to work up the nerve to say something that might change that into something more. 

-

Back at the Byers house, Will swung his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed, listening intently to El and Jonathan as they each filled him in on their side of the story. Internally, his brain was whirring. If only Dustin and Mike were here, this would be easy. They were good at meddling. Even Lucas would’ve known how to drop the right hints in the right places. Without those three, though, they would need a friend. But first, Will needed answers.

“Let me get this straight. You want to hook your best friend up with our sister?”

That was exactly what Jonathan wanted, it turns out.

-

You knew from the very beginning that your siblings were planning something.

Will had always been terrible at lying to you, and Jonathan always got this weird look on his face when he was planning something he didn’t want you to ask him about. Still, it was El that provided the final nail in the coffin. When she suddenly became very interested in what you were wearing to the drive-in that evening, you knew for sure.

“El, it’s just the drive-in. No one will even see me!” You protested, putting away the miniskirt your mother had bought for you during one of her rare “you’re young, go be young! Take advantage of it!” phases. You had never managed to convince yourself to wear it out of the house, not wanting the extra attention it would bring.

El snatched the skirt back from the top of the drawer and dropped it back onto your bed.

“Exactly, wear it.” She insisted stubbornly.

The two of you glared at each other over the clothes. You thought to call her out, the words ‘Friends don’t lie’ just at the tip of your tongue, but you simply huffed and gathered the clothes instead.

First Jonathan had announced a last-minute plan to take you to movie, and then Will was suddenly super excited about a movie he had never mentioned before, as if Will was even capable of being excited about something without talking your ear off about it. Now, El was being weird about your clothes, and of course your mother was all for whatever would get the lot of you out of the house, so long as Jonathan was there to keep a keen eye on everyone. If the four of them had aligned against you, you had never had a chance in the first place.

“Fine, I’ll wear the skirt, just let me get dressed.”

El flashed you a smile on her way out of your room that did nothing to make you feel reassured.

They were clearly planning something, but what? It wasn’t their style to embarrass you in public, despite the way you felt as you tugged on the miniskirt. (The top, thankfully, was full length.) There wasn’t much they could even do at a drive-in. Certainly nothing that involved you. It didn’t make any sense.

At least, it didn’t make any sense until you walked downstairs to see Argyle standing next to Jonathan at the door, talking animatedly about something that had happened on the last stop of his pizza delivery route.

“…And that was it. I told her that Surfer Boy Pizza only accepts cash payments and she slammed the door. Didn’t even come back for her pizza, so I figured we could add a fresh pie to our snacks instead of letting it go to waste. It was your sister's favorite toppings, too. ”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the sound of his voice even as you tugged at the bottom of your skirt, struggling to force it to cover any more skin.

“Oh, you’re coming, Argyle?” You asked, finally swiping your purse off a chair to hold in front of your legs.

You missed the look Argyle gave you, eyes wide, mouth half open, scanning the length of your bare legs. No one else missed it, though, and they shared a knowing look before Jonathan broke the silence.

“We figured both cars would be more comfortable. I’m taking these two, so I figured you could ride with Argyle.”

It was so heavy handed that you couldn’t even think of a legitimate reason to protest. You couldn’t say that you didn’t want to spend time alone with Argyle. Not when it wasn’t true, anyway, and certainly not when Argyle was still trying his best not to look at you all mystified.  You could already see their plan playing out before their eyes, so you just smiled and went along with it, pretending not to notice the looks they shared over your shoulder.

-

What you didn’t expect was for the three of them not to show up at all. The two of you had found a good spot at the drive-in and laid out all the snacks, but the movie was starting and Jonathan’s car still hadn’t pulled up. Sure, he had car troubles sometimes, but this felt too convenient. Too intentional.

Being alone with Argyle wasn’t anything new to you, but the tension tonight was. He had always been a little nervous around you. He would talk a little too fast, laugh a little too loud, stare a little too long, but this was different.

He idly spun the spark wheel on his lighter back and forth, eyes focusing somewhere in the middle distance despite the movie playing on the screen up ahead. You tried your best to focus on From Beyond instead of the boy sitting across from you, but the repetitive rrrrrrrrrt sound drew you out of the movie enough times that you gave up, your eyes falling instead to an imaginary loose thread on your skirt. Anything to stop yourself from staring.

You wondered if he knew this was a setup. And if he did know, what did he think about it? Was he embarrassed, angry, uncomfortable? You supposed it would be too much for the boy you had been crushing on to feel the same way, especially when he was your big brother’s best friend. Especially when most interactions with him involved him doing favors for said big brother. The insecurity bloomed in your chest and you grit your teeth to keep it at bay. Maybe your siblings had read the whole situation wrong, maybe you had read the situation wrong.

“I’m not sure they’re coming.” You said quietly, picking at the hem of your skirt in a way that drew Argyle’s eyes back to your legs again.

He forced his gaze away, lighting his lighter proper to watch the flame dance in his hand before extinguishing it. When he didn’t respond, you frowned.

“Argyle, are you upset with me?” You asked, instead.

That got his attention. He looked up urgently from the lighter, eyes meeting yours across the spread of snacks in the van. He had the audacity to look like he was the one hurt, eyebrows high with concern.

“What? Dude, no!”

You frowned, unconvinced. He hadn’t even bothered to light the joint tucked behind his ear, and if that didn’t mean something, nothing did. His eyes lingered on the curve of your lips and you scooted forward, pushing the pizza further into the van so that you could get closer to him. He tensed, not quite freezing, but not relaxing either. You chewed your bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed now that you were next to him. How could you confront him when he was looking at you like that?

“It just, like, worked too well. You can stop now.” Argyle said after a moment. Your gaze snapped to him, but he was looking off again, still fidgeting with his lighter.

“It worked?” You asked, voice soft, unsure. He shook his head, long hair spilling messily around his shoulders.

“Dude, the curse. The hex. You know what I mean! You can stop it now, I already liked you before. You barely say anything, but all I can think about is you. Some guy ordered your pizza toppings and I started spreading them out the way you like. I see your favorite flowers and I want to pick them. I don’t know what you did to me, but…”

He sighed, trailing off as he realized you were staring, a smile playing across your plush lips. He didn’t explain the rest, you should be aware of your own curse. Still, your face was flushed a pretty pink and he had to force himself to look away. To fight the urge to reach out and touch you – to kiss you. He had never felt this way, and certainly wouldn’t without you doing whatever it was that you had done to him, right?

For weeks, his thoughts had been nothing but you and now that you were sitting all pretty in front of him with rosy cheeks and that impossible skirt on, he was confronted with the full force of whatever it was that he was feeling, had been feeling for a while. Maybe even before the curse.

“Argyle…” When you said his name this time, it was like music, and he could feel himself sinking further under your spell. You could have asked him anything, could have asked him to do anything, and when he opened his eyes and found you beaming at him he felt something clench in his chest and knew that he was lost. Everything he had done to avoid this had failed. He was utterly and completely at your whim.

He didn’t realize that he was leaning in until you were already kissing him. It was the slightest brush of lips, but it sent electricity down his spine and Argyle knew that he could never go back. You started to pull away, an excuse already falling, stuttered, from your lips, but he pulled you back in, lips seeking yours eagerly.

His lips were chapped, and he tasted vaguely of burnt weed and pineapples, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind when your hand was bunching up the bottom of his shirt, finally getting what you had wanted but had never dared to ask for. All the car rides spent yearning, all the diary entries with his name scribbled over, all the things that you had been too shy to say out loud; crystallized right now before you in the form of the boy with his lips on yours, smiling into your kiss, holding you close even when you had to pull away for air.

"If you're under a spell, what's my excuse?" 

And then he was laughing, everything that he had been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling out as he crushed you to his chest, words failing him as you took the chance to press kisses against his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. 

He still wasn't convinced that you hadn't done something, changed something, but he couldn't find it in himself to care when you were this close, fighting a smile as you leaned in to kiss him once again. A guy could get used to being bewitched.

[theapangea]

Missed You Too

Missed You Too

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You finally kiss Steve.

A/N: Ok this is one that I posted on AO3 after the end of the last season. Obviously I had to write something good for Steve because they do my boy so dirty!! HE IS NOT SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE!! Hope you enjoy my loves <3!!

The past week was a blur. You didn’t expect your first college spring break to end with you racing back to Hawkins to see the aftermath of what Venca…? One…? Henry…caused. You didn’t want to entirely believe that the Upside Down still existed, that the gate was still open after you all fought so hard to close it time and time again. That’s why you chose to leave Hawkins in the first place, moving across the country to get away from the horrors of that small town. 

But when Jonathan, Will, and Mike show up at your door, pleading for your help to find Eleven, you couldn’t just turn your back on them, not then, not ever.  

You didn’t even know that Joyce, Eleven, and the boys moved to California shortly after you did. No one bothering to stay in touch, mostly you didn’t bother to stay in touch. Almost like you intentionally separated yourself from the people you were closest to. You would never admit it, blaming the lack of communication on school. 

The truth was, you didn’t want to be part of Hawkins anymore. You didn’t want to fear for your life. The scar that Hawkins left on your soul made you paranoid, made it hard for you to live a normal life. Always looking over your shoulder, always ready for a fight. 

The drive back was like riding a bike, you could drive it blind folded if you had to. Everyone thought it would be best if you drove the last bit as Jonathan was barely able to stay awake at this point. The tall, full trees lined the only road in and out of Hawkins. Car after car rushing to escape the town as disaster stuck only nights before. 

Passing shelters, destroyed homes, police and media, all lining the streets trying to make sense of the situation. If only they knew the truth. 

The car swings around the curb, braking suddenly outside of the Wheeler house. You never thought you would be here again, at least not in this lifetime. Pausing, white knuckling the steering wheel as you hear the van door slide open. Mike, Eleven, Will, Argyle and Jonathan exiting the vehicle to be reunited with loved ones again. You take your time getting out of the pizza van, not sure if you wanted to see them, not sure if they wanted to see you .

Finding yourself staying by the van with Argyle. He was new, didn’t know about Hawkins and was thrown into this mess similar to how you all were. How could he continue to want to be part of this? Your gaze drifts down, your chest heaving rapidly. Your feet glued to the ground, unable to move from your spot. 

Closing your eyes, trying to regain a sense of self. It shouldn’t matter that you left then, it should only matter that you are here now . Some relief washing over as you repeat that you are here now, you are here now, you are here now. The held breath releasing as you scan the scene in front of you, the warm breeze picking up making you draw the wild strands of hair behind your ears. 

You watch as Mike hugs his mom, her eyes tender and soft, thanking the gods for him to be returned safely, stating how he is never allowed to leave home again. Her hands never leave his body, afraid that if she lets go then he will disappear without a trace again.

Jonathan approaches Nancy, both unsure of their relationship, both yearning for a solution - but still they hug, the sweet embrace almost made up for the long, angry phone calls and the absence spring break trip. 

Jonathan told you all about his Nancy problems, hoping you would be able to help. He didn’t like your answer of honesty and communication, joking how you were never honest with your true feelings for a certain Hawkins boy. Quietly commenting that you should have made a move a long time ago to get him to move on from Nancy. 

After all this time, you couldn’t believe he was still hung up on her. But maybe he was supposed to move on. Move on to someone who he spent all his time with, to the person he’d drop by at their house unannounced, to the girl who was so tired of the neverending nightmares that she did everything she could to move as far away as possible. Even if it meant breaking the heart of the person she was supposed to end up with.

And there he was…

Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. The green-blue sweater with the rolled up sleeves to the washed out blue jeans hugging his hips in all the right places. The way his hair was so delicately placed, too messy to be considered neat, too neat to be considered messy. His eyes heartbroken, full of pain and anger. Full of every ounce of love that he is willing to give away in a heartbeat. Your soul aching for him. 

His hand placed on the back of his neck, clearly hurt from the unfolding scene between Nancy and Jonathan. Robin’s hand pressing gently on his back, guiding him away. 

You weren’t surprised that he still had feelings for her. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised in any way. He would always talk about her, the way she laughed and talked and smiled. And it made you so angry back then. Realizing that the anger never left. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixated on the ground. Probably hoping to finally disappear. You feel the same. You were two passing ships in the night too afraid to let the other one know you were there, constantly turning off your lights, constantly dropping your sails.

The situation between you both was left pretty rocky. You could never decipher the tension between you both, was it love or indifference? Steve was always there for you and even supported your decision to leave Hawkins, even if that meant never seeing you ever again.

You promised to call each other once a week, which did happen until once a week turned into once a month and once a month turned into dozens of missed calls on both ends. Leaving you both hopeless and alone. Both trying to figure out adulthood without the comfort of a childhood friend.

Before pushing your body away from the car, you look over at Argyle for some sort of friendly relief. After hearing Jonathan complain about you never making a move on Steve, Argyle has been constantly encouraging you since. To not wait for any guy to make the first move, to create your own future. You were surprised at his wisdom.

His kind smile helps ease your nerves as your feet move one in front of the other, your heart beating so loud you can hear it in your ears. The drowning noise of your blood rushing through your body almost makes you want to turn around. Run away like the first time - but you were tired of running. Tired of the ‘what if situation’ that danced between you and Steve. This was your moment and there was no way you were going to turn back. Not this time.

Walking down the driveway, Mrs.Wheeler silently thanks you for helping bring Mike back home safely. Her hand lightly squeezes yours as you pass. Your lips curl, barely a smile forming as your mind is elsewhere.

Nancy watches as you walk by, her body still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms. Her mouth barely parted, maybe she wanted to say something but immediately regretted his decision to make any comment. The strong bond between you both broke when she started to date Steve…then Jonathan. You were civil with one another but you’ve barely spoken a sentence in the past three years. Neither of you wanting to resolve your years-long battle.

Robin’s and Steve’s gaze are on you. Stopping right in front of the pair, realizing you didn’t have a plan once you got to this point. Robin instantly beaming that bright smile that you missed so much. Her hug was intentional, like she was trying to squeeze all the events of this past week out of you. Cleansing you of all the horrors. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling her deeper, knowing you needed her in that moment. Her comfort washing over you, giving you the strength you so desperately needed. She releases you, arm's length away, her smile inviting and safe. 

Your eyes shifting to Steve. Swearing in that moment that he was smiling but immediately covering it with a cough and a snatch on the nose. 

She squeezes your shoulders before walking away, giving you and Steve a little alone time. Even if that alone time was in front of half your friends.  

“Hey.” You exhale, the tension growing between the two of you. The air suddenly still as his eyes studying your face, his fingers twitching every so slightly. 

In one swift movement, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in for a hug. The instant smell of his cologne filling your head, making you dizzy with the smell of home. No words needed to be spoken between the two of you. He was just glad you were safe, finally in his arms.

You missed him. 

Not just this past week, but for the past 8 months. He pulls you in closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. The breath of fresh air was everything you both needed, everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need. 

In this moment, you were his and he was yours. Everything was right with the world. All the trouble of this past week washes away, your minds clearing, seeing a future with only the two of you. 

You both pull back, speaking in a silent conversation. Neither of you know how to respond in this situation. Both of you felt the buzz, the electricity, the love. 

After all this time, it felt like you never left. The feelings for Steve came crumbling back down. You thought this was your chance, your only chance . Your body makes the decision for you, as your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.

Your breath instantly intertwines with his, every inhale pulling him closer and closer. Your other hand balling up into the soft fabric of his sweater as he deepens into you. His hand catching your cheek, his lips soft and warm, gentle yet demanding. The craving of his touch on your skin sends heat waves throughout your body. 

He takes his time, wanting to remember this moment. All the uncertain feelings, all the unfinished conversations, crashing down all around you both. Kissing him was the only way you could tell him everything you had kept in for all these years. 

He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, pure eyes as he whispers, “I missed you too.” 

~~~

I hope you enjoyed!! thank you for reading and supporting me

[fairyrosepetals]

❤️A Strange Valentines❤️

TW: Slight suggestiveness, mentions of drug use

🕶️Steve Harrington🕶️

Where do I begin with Mr. Steve Harrington? We all know he’s a total sweetheart and naturally a great mother hen type to his younger friends, but what about when he falls head over heels for you?

Whether your first introduction was when he worked at Scoops Ahoy or at the family video, you can bet your ass he is flirting with you the moment you enter the store.

His flirting definitely has you laughing, watching him stumble over his words and possibly trip over his own two feet just trying to approach you is something you find endearing. He just wants to find someone to love and spend the rest of his life with, and his gut tells him that you might be the one.

Who can blame him? The moment he saw you, he swore he thought he heard a choir of angels behind you. Robin quickly taking notice urges him to make his first move, which more or less ends up in a cringy disaster.

Regardless, you find his sweet and clumsy demeanor towards you adorable. Capturing your heart the moment he’s opened his mouth. Say yes to a date and he feels as if he’s walking on air the entire day.

He’s very affectionate with you, even with all the chaos that you have the misfortune of being dragged into. Always keeping a protective arm around your waist or keeping your fingers linked with his.

In private, it’s more gentle, less tense and anxiety ridden. There are times he’d just cup your face and stare, tracing and memorizing your features with his gaze, nothing but love behind those big brown eyes you hold so dear.

He’s always touching you, whether it be hugging you from behind and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, or laying on your chest as the both of you rest on the couch, your fingers carding through his thick brown hair as you give him the occasional head scratch. He’s felt as if he’s died and went to Heaven!

His kisses can depend on his mood. In the moment where it’s just the two of you, Steve’s very gentle and loving, holding your face in his hands as he kisses you, pouring every once of love into the kiss as he cherishes the moment.

During high energy moments, he will usually go for a peck or a quick kiss to your cheek or forehead, but it’ll never fail to send those sparks of electricity throughout your body as you watch him go into protective mode.

Steve prides himself in being able to make you laugh around him. It’s a big ego booster when he makes a lame joke and you’re the only one in the friend group to be in a fit of snorts and giggles, loving the way you light up at something others would find so lame.

He appreciates that you don’t make him feel stupid or incompetent either. During the times where the sudden realization hit everyone that their lives may be in danger, there are times the group tends to make him feel dumb. However, Steve notices that you never do that with him and loves you even more for your patience.

If you’re a fan of kids and sees you parenting the younger members of the group, Steve will be over the moon. Knowing that he’s found someone who loves babies and kids just as much as he does brings a different kind of warmness to his heart.

If you end up being close to Dustin? You might as well marry him right there on the spot. He cares for Dustin as if he was a little brother, so seeing Dustin and the love of his life get along so well makes him feel honored to have fallen in love with someone as caring as you are.

Watching you rough house with the curly haired boy, or even just giving him a comforting squeeze when times get tough already has Steve picturing his entire life with you. A life where he gets his picture perfect family as he marries the love of his life. With Dustin babysitting of course.

When Valentine’s Day comes, you know Steve is going to dedicate the entire day to you.

Robin helps him get together a basket of your favorite snacks, tapes of your favorite music and movies, even some skincare and perfumes if you’re into that. Robin helped obviously.

Steve takes you to a movie drive in date where he’s grabbed all your favorite snacks and drinks, the both of you snuggled up in the back seat of his car as “The Princess Bride” begins to play. He relates so hard to Westley.

By the end of the movie, he literally continues to treat you like royalty the entire time you are together. And if you gift him something on Valentine’s as well? Make sure you cancel all plans because he will absolutely melt and shower you with the most affection you’ve received in a long time.

Steve Harrington is absolutely, head-over-heels in love with his significant other. Finding someone to love and cherish for the rest of your life doesn’t come as easy as it does in fairytales, but ever since he met you he’s felt as if he’s been living in one. Who knows? Maybe there’s a ring waiting in your not so distant future.

🦇🎸Eddie Munson🎸🦇

We all know how high energy Eddie is. His highly expressive faces and gestures make him stand out from the rest of the students at this school. So what if he found someone who met his energy?

If you’re just as energetic and loud as he is, he’d be surprised, but intrigued. Especially if you’re interested in joining the Hellfire Club. If you have what it takes to join, this is where you take this opportunity to get to know everyone better and find out what all the fuss is about from other students.

If you’re not and prefer to keep to yourself, that’s perfectly fine! Eddie would understand you need your space. After all, sometimes he needs his alone time too with how shitty he gets treated on a regular basis.

Over time, he’d cherish you just like he would with any other member until the both of you begin to catch feelings for each other. Mike and Dustin have the misfortune of realizing before anyone else does and make their complaints towards their dungeon master. Which Eddie immediately shuts them up about.

Once together, Eddie also can’t keep his hands off you. Always having you on his lap, his hand resting on your waist or the small of your back to keep you close as you all continue to finish a campaign.

Always ditching class in order to spend some time in the woods together despite you always urging him to stay in class, and he does over time. However, he just can’t get enough of having your body close to his.

Eddie’s kisses are usually pretty intense and also full of energy much like himself, his kisses always bruising your lips and taking your breath away as he goes in for more and more. He can’t help himself, he’s fallen so deeply in love with you and feels as if he needs you to breathe.

Always leaving love bites and marks on your neck, even places where he knows you can’t hide or cover up with make up. It’s something he so proudly does in order to show the world that you are certainly not single.

Meeting Wayne is something that definitely unnerves him. He’s not worried about his uncle disliking you, more just what if you suddenly lose interest in him? He understands he may not be the richest or smartest guy, but he’d do anything if it meant he got to keep you in his life.

But if you and Wayne hit it off right away? He’d definitely feel as if his heart might leap out of his chest. Eddie holds his uncle to a high degree and values what he has to say, so if Wayne has already accepted you into the family, he can’t help but feel a sense of pride of bringing someone so amazing into his family. Not to mention how happy it makes Wayne to see you really bring out the best in his nephew.

Even during the moments where you and Eddie are not together at the moment, Wayne can’t help but seek you out the moment he lays eyes on his nephew. I mean, one half needs the other to be whole right?

When it comes to Valentine’s, he’s not very familiar with this area of your relationship. He never really got a ton of Valentine’s gifts or cards growing up like other kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make sure you both have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

If you’re a metal head just like your boyfriend, he’d definitely take you out to some shows that may be performing nearby. The high energy music getting your adrenaline pumping as you two sing as loud as you can to the music, Eddie even going as far as lifting you onto his shoulders just so you could get a better experience from the concert. He’s also not complaining with your thighs squeezing his head.

If concerts make you a little nervous and you don’t consider yourself a metal head, he’d definitely organize a music date. The two of you browsing the record store together as you picked out a record for the other to listen to, the both of you laying on his bed as you stared at the ceiling and enjoying each other’s company as you listen to the music you picked out.

Gifts may be a bit difficult for Eddie, but he still tries his best to do something special for you. Whether it be him singing one of your favorite songs, or even opting to do something you’re into rather than doing his DnD campaigns and band practice, he just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

As mentioned before, Eddie knows he may not be the smartest or the richest guy like a certain basketball player in school. But you just being there for him makes him want to be better for you, and he’s never had someone like you that made him want to keep going and just give up. He knows that when you see him walk at his graduation to accept his diploma, he has you to thank for keeping him grounded.

🍃Argyle🍃

Let’s face it, half the time Argyle doesn’t know what the hell is going on. When he does, the moment has already passed.

However, when he sees you? He’s absolutely starstruck. His brain can’t help but malfunction as he does nothing but stare at you as he tries to find his voice.

The moment he does, there’s a very dreamy tone in his voice that makes your heart just melt upon hearing it.

“Woah… am I dreaming, or are you, like, some kind of angel?”

Whether you meant to do it or not, you have Argyle absolutely wrapped around your finger.

He worships the ground you walk on, and will definitely follow you around like a lost puppy if you let him. Unsurprisingly, Jonathan always teases him about it during the times that he is sober, but can you really blame Argyle?

He loves when you visit him at his place of work, it makes things a whole lot better when he sees you put in the effort to come see him on his break. Especially if you stick around long enough for a pizza break.

When you both are finally able to officially date each other, he is another very touchy man. It may not be as intense and passionate as Steve and Eddie, but his love is still there.

He’d definitely throw a lazy arm around your shoulders or waist, holding you close to his side as he talked to the Byers kids. Just your presence keeps him grounded and a little bit more aware of his surroundings.

Argyle’s favorite is to have lazy day naps with you, being able to enjoy having his arm lazily thrown across your hip as you both lay in bed, talking about anything and everything even if it doesn’t make any sense.

If you’re up for it, smoking with him is definitely a whole different vibe. Lazy kisses exchanged between the both of you as you sit in his lap, enjoying the other’s company.

Argyle’s kisses are very slow and gentle, tending to savor the moment rather than rush in with so many intense emotions and feelings.

He takes his time with his kisses, but you can feel the amount of love he has for you behind each and every one.

When Valentine’s rolls around, he does forget what day it is. However, upon Jonathan casually mentioning his Valentine’s Day plans with Nancy, it sends him into full panic.

With the help of Jonathan, Argyle manages to throw together a last minute Valentine’s Day gift that he hopes isn’t something that you would hate.

Mostly, it was a gift basket of all your favorite snacks, candies, and desserts. (And 🍃🍃 smoking gifts if that is something you’re definitely into.)

Don’t go too hard on him, he genuinely had no idea what day it was today and is willing to make it up to you once he’s calmed down.

I think most of his dates would require being at home, but for Valentine’s Day he would make sure it’s a lot more special than any other day. He’d make sure you have his undivided attention as he prepared REAL food for you.

He may not be the world’s greatest chef, but there are definitely some foods he’s great at making. Lots of comfort foods for this at home date, macaroni, spaghetti, grilled cheese, you want something indulgent? Your boyfriend’s got you.

Don’t even get met started on the sweets, he knows what you want and will not fail to provide only the best for you.

As it’s said before, Argyle worships the ground you walk on. He’d do everything and anything for you if it meant it would make you happy. He may be forgetful sometimes and may not be the best at reading the room, but he genuinely cares about your wants and needs when it comes to your relationship. Just call his name and Argyle will be right there, eager to please and make you happy.

[sakannaz]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

Here’s the saddest chapter I ever made, enjoy!

Warning(s): reader not having their pills and cussing.

@violet-memoria

“This could cause hallucination, biting at the skin, and..death.” The doctor said while you moved every furniture you had in your room out of your way while you were looking for your pills.

You couldn’t find your pills. And that was a bad thing.

“Okay, thank you, I’ll call you when I find them.” You hung up the phone and went downstairs to see if they were there, they weren’t there either, “Shit! Where are they?” You mumbled to yourself, you checked everywhere but they weren’t there.

“Goddamnit, I had them yesterday.” Then you heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, once you did you saw Jamie and Marcus with smiles on their face but it faded once they saw you were sweating and looked panicked.

“Did something happen?” You left the door open for them to walk in and they did, Jamie closed the door behind him and saw that all the furniture in your house was moved, “Uhm..are you moving or something? There’s a lot of stuff moved around..” you snapped your neck towards him and he saw that you looked very angry and upset.

Marcus was about to speak but saw that you weren’t in the mood, “No. I can’t find my pills, probably the damn dog came in here and took it, I don’t know, but it’s gone.” You yelled the last part out and then fell to your knees and began sobbing, “If I don’t have those..I’ll probably die.” Jamie knew who you needed and would take you to him.

“Come on, we’re taking you to talk to Eddie.” You shook your head, trying to get Jamie off of you but he didn’t budge, he grabbed you by the arm and walked you to the door, Marcus followed after you, “What if they don’t want to go to Eddie? I mean..he hasn’t been around them to know what’s really going on in their mind. He would probably just call them crazy.” Jamie turned his Head to Marcus, “You don’t know Eddie like I do. He cares for them. Alright? So don’t make assumptions.” Marcus was quiet after that, Jamie knew where Eddie was hiding and would take you there.

Eventually Marcus and Jamie found out what’s going on in Hawkins and this time it seems more serious than before.

“Hey..what’s that thing in the air?” You suddenly spoke, startling Jamie and Marcus, they both looked up into the sky and saw nothing, “Uh..(Y/N) there isn’t anything in the sky.” Marcus said, but you were to busy looking at your hands, “so this is what happens when they don’t take the pills?” Jamie nodded while Marcus sighed, “We’ve gotta get to him fast then.” And they both began to walk faster while trying to hold you steady.

It took Jamie a minute to knock on the shed door but he did it anyways, Eddie got up and looked out the window to see Jamie and another guy beside him, this seemed to confuse him as to why Jamie was here but he answered it anyways.

“What is it-“ he was cut off when he saw you in their arms and sweating badly, “If you don’t know me, my names Marcus and me and your girlfriend/boyfriend used to be friends- I mean we still are but it’s nice to meet you.” Eddie didn’t answer and instead took you into his arms and brought you to the spot he was hiding at.

Jamie and Marcus walked in while looking around, “Marshall, what did I tell you about bringing random people here?” Eddie said while looking towards Marcus, Marshall was Jamie’s last name and Eddie used it a lot when he was angry at him.

“Well uh- you see- Marcus is a friend of (Y/N)’s and I guess in middle school they were very good friends, and so now he knows all the stuff about what’s going on in Hawkins since robin and Steve told him and I uh- just, I don’t know, cause that’s really all I know, PLEASE DON’T YELL AT ME.” Jamie said while closing his eyes shut, Marcus crossed his arms and scoffed, Eddie looked at Marcus, “You know them?” Marcus picked at his nails and looked up at Eddie with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah. I do. And? Is that a problem?” Eddie chuckled and pointed at Marcus, obviously already fed up with his shit, “I don’t like him.” Eddie blurted out, Marcus laughed, “I don’t like you either.” Eddie and Marcus glared at each other, “HEY, HEY, LETS NOT FIGHT NOW.” Jamie said while trying to hold in his laugh, then they heard something outside and all heads snapped towards the window and door.

“The hell was that?” Jamie whispered, hopefully Jason and his friends didn’t find them, Eddie looked out the window but Marcus pushed him out of the way to look out the window himself, when he heard the door open everyone screamed but then they saw max, Dustin, Steve, and Robin.

“Delivery service.” Dustin said while holding up bags of food, Jamie sighed in relief then waved at Steve and Steve waved back with a smile, after awhile once everyone was settled Eddie was eating a box of cereal while you were sitting across from him with an angry look on your face.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” You all turned to Dustin and you tapped your foot against the floor while rubbing your tired eyes, sweating more and more, “You sure you’ll be okay?” Marcus asked again while putting a hand on your shoulder, you nodded and looked at him with a tired smile, “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You told him and he nodded then looked at dustin again.

“How do you prefer it?” Dustin asked Eddie, “Bad news first. Always.” Eddie answered, “All right. Bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebo, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy and (Y/N) also had something to do with it.” Your eyes widen, see you knew being around him would be a bad idea, this just made things worse, “But they had nothing to do with it. (Y/N) was at their game and he wasn’t even there to see it.” Marcus said and Jamie hit him softly on the shoulder, “Not now man.” Jamie whispered to him but Marcus ignored him.

“And I apologize for that sweetheart. I really do. But I was doing something at the time and I couldn’t make it-“ you cut him off, “you were doing your stupid campaign. Right?” You said with tears building up in your eyes, “Sweetheart I’m-“ but you cut him off again, “I got accepted into the college I wanted. I wanted you to be there at my game but I passed out from exhaustion. And then there was another game I had but you didn’t come. So thank you for being the good boyfriend you are and coming to visit my games and see me.” Everyone was quiet and the room was tense.

“Baby, I’m so sorry..” he said and then pulled you into a hug, he kissed your forehead and you sobbed into his shoulder, this broke his heart knowing you were looking forward to him actually coming to the game but he never came, a tear fell from his eye also but he quickly wiped it away.

Marcus didn’t like this at all, his hands balled up into fist and the glare in his eyes can tell he wasn’t as happy, Steve looked over at Marcus a bit weirded out and worried, “You don’t look..rejoiced. Why is that?” Steve asked him, Marcus turned to him with a glare and Steve saw blood was coming from his hands, Marcus was digging his nails into his skin making it bleed but he quickly stopped, “Shut it Harrington.” Marcus whispered harshly and Steve quickly went quiet.

Marcus eye twitched and Jamie saw, he knew Marcus had a large crush on them. Because You and him were friends way before Eddie came in the picture.

“I swear…” Marcus mumbled under his breath, you stood up and walked next to Marcus and his glare immediately faded and he gripped your hand tightly, you thought he was just being nice and friendly but that wasn’t the case.

Then you heard a loud bell, and a kind of sound that would come from a clock, you slowly turned around to see nothing and sighed in relief.

“Why’d you leave me?” A distant voice whispered, you slowly turned around and saw no one but then once you turned back around you saw your mom, she looked deceased and you could smell it to, you slowly began to back away, You could tell she wasn’t real but it just felt like it. It felt like she was there.

Then you felt someone tap your shoulder, “Hey, (L/N), you there?” Robin said, you broke out of wherever you were and looked at her, Robin looked at you concerned but you smiled nonetheless trying to ignore whatever you saw just a few minutes ago, “I’m here.” You told her and looked at Dustin again.

“And the good news?” You asked him, still continuing with the conversation you were previously having, “Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin said, that didn’t make the situation any better though, “but if we found out about you it’s a matter of time before others do to. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.” She explained.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, you sighed and looked down at your shoes before looking at Jamie who was looking at you but quickly looked away.

“Exactly.” Robin said, “Shit.” You mumbled, then checked your watch, there was no game today so you were good.

“So, before that happens,” Dustin spoke up, “we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” That was Dustin’s plan, and you were wondering how that would work, “That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” You stood up and put your hands in your pockets before pacing around, “Yeah, No, that’s pretty much it.” Dustin said, “Okay, well, you could make a better one than that? I mean, killing that slimy-Freddy-Kruger look-alike is gonna be hard. What can we do? We’ll just have to sit out and wait.” Jamie said, Marcus shook his head, “And what’s that gonna do? Make our situation better? If anything I think we should go out and fight.” Max turned to him, “Who are you again?” Marcus rolled his eyes, “Marcus. (Y/N)’s longtime friend.” Max nodded and looked at Eddie before looking at Dustin again.

Robin sighed, “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a…a few times, and…and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.” You kicked at a rock and it fell in the water, you didn’t make eye contact with anyone because you felt the need to try and calm yourself down.

“Yeah, See, We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers, but, uh, that went bye-bye so…” Steve said, a girl with superpowers? Who was she? It sounded kind of familiar, “So were technically in more of the—“

“Kinda…”

“Brainstorming phase…” you felt like you were about to have a headache, as crazy as everything sounded you could tell they were telling the truth.

“There…There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin said, you turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Nothing to worry about?” You repeated, “Can I tell you something?” Dustin slowly nodded.

“I have a game coming up in a few weeks, I have to get ready for college which is miles away—“ Eddie cut you off, “Miles away? Woah, hold on, how come I didn’t hear about this?” Marcus chuckled, “Guess the Munson boy didn’t really pay much attention to his most precious person in the world so he says they are.” Eddie turned to Marcus, “You really wanna fight with me? Cause I feel like you wanna fight.” Marcus rolled his eyes, “You aren’t worth my time. You’re a waist of my time as a matter of fact.” Jamie snapped his fingers at the both of them, telling them to be quiet.

Then there could be sirens heard wailing from outside, “Tarp. Tarp. Tarp.” Robin said, you hurriedly put it over him and all of you looked outside the window. You saw an ambulance and a bunch of police cars drive past, where were they going?

But that wasn’t interesting to you, you walked over to where Eddie was and pulled off the tarp, he looked up at you with a smile but it soon faded when he saw you still looked upset, then he spoke, “Are we not gonna talk about it?” You looked up at him, “About what?” You said flatly, he sighed, “About how far away that college is. I don’t want you to leave (Y/N)…you know how I am about that-“ you cut him off, “so you can go chase your dreams, but I can’t?” You said while looking at him with a glare, “Wait- you didn’t even let me finish, it’s not like that I just..” you scoffed, “You just?” You mocked.

Then you spoke up, “I don’t belong here. Not on the team, not anywhere.” You said, Eddie eyes widen, “What? No, That’s a lie, you belong-“ you shook your head, “Don’t try and make me feel better. I’ve felt this aching pain in my chest, I thought it was because you were ignoring me but that wasn’t it. It’s not just that it’s also..how everyone looks at me now. Its not because I’m dating you, it’s because what happened way back then. Before you and me even started dating. Something happened to my parents. And I witnessed it. God, I can’t even get it out of my mind- it’s like it’s on repeat. One day I wish I could just gouge my eyes out and try not to remember that day.” Eddie put a hand on your shoulder but you slapped it off, “well- do you wanna tell me what happened? If not that’s okay.” You looked at him, a tear falling from your eye, “You really wanna know?” He nodded, “if you want though.” Then you told him.

“Well…both my mom and dad were fussing. It was raining that night and it still stressed me out cause they have been fighting for months and months until they finally decided to get a divorce. And- that was one of the worst things for me. After awhile they have been gettin along and thought to get back together but it was still lingering if they wanted to be together. But then..there was that one particular night where I was hiding under the bed, A-And..uhm…And they told me to stay under the bed but of course I disobeyed. So I walked down the stairs and what I saw horrified me. There was my mom, I saw a lot of knifes in her back, and my dad- god I can’t even describe it. That still lives rent-free in my mind. So that’s why I have the pills to take it away. But until then..if I don’t have them I’m putting myself and others in danger. Including you. The hallucinations are getting worse and I keep seeing this clock. It follows me wherever I go. And these aching headaches and pain in my chest. It’s getting worse. And I want it to stop before it can..kill me.” Eddie pushed some hair behind your ear, “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He said and pulled you into a kiss.

“I love you Eddie I-“ you stopped once you heard yourself speak, Eddie looked at you with wide eyes, “I-I’m sorry, I’ll shut up now.” Then you felt a hand cup your face, and someone whisper in your ear, “I love you too darling.” His voice was deep which sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m sorry Eddie. I’m a monster. You can’t be around a Monster.” Eddie eyes widen and you stood up and walked towards where the others were at, Jamie and Marcus were fussing about something but you were to busy picking at your fingers and trying to stop the tears from building but any further. Eddie felt his heart break into pieces. He just lost the most important person to him in the world.

You bit your lip and tried to hold in your tears but it was hard. You had to do this though so he wouldn’t have to be around you, to suffer because you were suffering. Hopefully he would find someone else to live his happily ever after with.

You just…weren’t the one.

Eventually everyone left and you had to stay with Eddie. You didn’t speak a word to Eddie. You were sitting in the shed with him, it was nighttime now. You sighed and tried to sooth the aching in your head, “I’ve told you this countless times sweetheart..you aren’t a monster. If anything..you’re my superhero. Y’know that? If you could just please…talk to me.” You didn’t answer, Eddie saw that you had your back turned to him, “Baby please..answer me..” he saw there was some type of light coming from your hands, with your back still being turned to him, “(Y/N)…?” You showed him your hands and he saw fire coming from them, he quickly moved away from you and the fire went away.

“See? Monster. And you obviously think that because you moved away.” Eddie was still shocked by what he saw but quickly shook his head, “No, No I’m-“

“STOP LYING! I see how everyone looks at me in the halls! They think I’m a monster! You think I’m a monster! Don’t sit here and lie to my face, tell me the truth!” You started pacing around, crying to yourself, Eddie was still trying to process what he just saw.

“I think it’s best if we don’t talk at all right now. Okay?” You said while sitting in a corner by yourself, Eddie nodded and turned away from you. This really did hurt him.

It was quiet for a minute, then you felt two pair of arms wrap around your waist, you tried to pry them off of you but Eddie didn’t budge.

He mumbled something into your shoulder but you were able to understand it, “You aren’t a monster (Y/N)..”

Those words mean’t a lot but you couldn’t help but need some time away from everything.

But then you heard a bell chime. The same sound you heard earlier.

“You still do not believe you are a monster? Everyone thinks you are a monster dear (Y/N)…don’t let him fool you. Believe me when I say..”

“You aren’t a superhero.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: includes Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, and Hopper. (Also I just realised that another account posted something similar and I am in no way copying them! If there are any similarities - we just see the characters the same way <3) 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

SFW🌿

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

⭑ Steve likes it. It makes him feel like he can protect you more (don’t ask me why, he just told me. I’m only a messenger.) 

⭑ Puffs up if anyone bumps into you, “hey watch it!” 

⭑ Does the whole running up and jumping into his arms thing and then swings you around

⭑ If you’re in a fight then he’ll put things out of reach and give you the silent treatment 

⭑ Teases you only a little, but he loves that you’re shorter than him. 

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

⭑ Would make fun of your height difference

⭑ Call you “short-stuff” and ruffle your hair

⭑ He likes to lean on you and use you as a headrest 

⭑ But you tease him right back, “Hey Eddie, how’s the air up there?” 

     “Oh you mean the air that everyone else has? Yeah it’s good.”

⭑ You like to remind him that you’re close to his shin/knee and that shuts up right up

⭑ But if anyone else makes fun of you then he’s furious 

    “What did you just say about y/n?” 

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

⭑ Hugs, Hugs, Hugs

⭑ He has an arm wrapped around your shoulder a lot of the time

⭑ Very aware if you can���t see over people, so he’ll wiggle you to the front and stand behind you

⭑ It makes him feel taller tbh - which he LOVES

⭑ Bends down to give you kisses 

𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐞

⭑ Endless piggy-back rides, that he mostly initiates

   “Get on my back y/n!!!” 

“Argyle no-”

  And then he’s already bending down and waiting for you. 

⭑ Probably has started talking to a kid thinking it was you, and the kids like, “bro what?” 

⭑ Loves comparing hands 

 “Dang, you’re hands are tiny. What a coincidence-”

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

⭑ He towers over most people, so compared to him; you’re tiny. Like a hobbit but without the big feet. 

⭑ Always gets things off the top shelf for you 

⭑ And spooning is difficult because he literally just wraps around you. So you prefer to lay on top of him 

⭑ You may be little, but you’re fierce. (Hopper is still mega protective of you though) 

⭑ You have to stand on your tippy toes and he has to bend down if you want a kiss while standing up. Otherwise, you just sit on a seat and he’ll squat

Tagged: https://tolkien-fantasy.tumblr.com/ thank you for the request. Thank you for being so patient! 🌷

[chopper-witch]

Instead of the sugar daddy Eddie au, may I suggest:

- sugar mommy Nancy (sugar baby reader or sugar baby Robin perhaps) she just likes seeing her baby all dressed up and happy :)

- sugar baby Eddie (sugar daddy Steve mayhaps? Or reader?) he feels guilty at first but then falls in love with all the cool shit you (or Steve) get him. And Wayne, if Eddie asks you to. He has no shame about the relationship at all after some adjusting and neither do you (or Steve). Anything for your crazy baby metalhead <3

- sugar daddy steve wasting all his parents’ money on you (or Eddie?) he literally indulges as much as possible out of spite. You want a Ferrari? Okay what color. You want to go on a trip to Cabo? Pack your things lets go. Always wanted to see the Eiffel tower? Okay we’ll fly out in two hours.

- Argyle being a sugar baby but not quite because its just that his s/o likes spending money on him. Like, a lot. Or the reverse where he is just so dedicated to his s/o that he blows through his fortune. All puppy dog eyes and expensive gifts and a million expensive trinkets because “they reminded me of you”.

- sugar baby Jonathan who is used to not getting nice things and tries to reject at first like Eddie does but then he’s receiving whatever he asks for so he starts getting things for Will and his mom and they get suspicious and he doesn’t want to admit someone is giving him tons of money and things just for spending time with them because that’s embarrassing.

Obviously sex can be involved but it doesn’t have to be.

[bb-babyy]

The Unplanned Road Trip Masterlist

Argyle x reader

Series Summary: You were unfortunate enough to get wrapped up in the chaos of finding El with your boyfriend, his best friend, his best friend's younger sibling, and his best friend's younger sibling's best friend.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[vintagehellfire]

How do you think Steve, Eddie, Billy, Hopper, Jeff, Gareth, and Enzo (and anyone else you want to include like Argyle or whoever else you have thoughts about) would feel about dating plus size ladies?

Okay so I know it's the 80's and all that shit but listen, I will die on the hill that this is what it is: Eddie: Eddie would be fucking over the moon! Maybe he wouldn't be able to share his shirts but he'd get you your own Hellfire shit and spray it with his cologne and he'd SPOIL YOU. He'd be ecstatic that you could wear his rings and he'd give you one as a show of devotion. He'd LOVE you. Eddie isn't picky about what size you are because what matters is your heart -- let's be real -- and looks are secondary to how wonderful a person you are. He'd find you stunning, and he'd make a point to be super grabby at your thighs and waist and if you were to crush him to death with your thighs would that be the worst way for him to go?

Steve: Steve, I feel like it would be post-season 1 -- he's gotta get out of his douchebag phase but then he'd be the most doting and loving boyfriend. I think that man would worship the ground you walk on while simultaneously being so protective of you that he mayyyybe sometimes takes it too far because when he cares about someone he risks everything for them.

I think he'd love sticking his hands in your back pockets and pulling you close like that - I think he'd just be happy you're his honestly.

I don't know Steve or really write Steve but I'm convinced that he would date plus-sized ladies.

Billy: Billy is a weird one for me because I feel like he's just a fucking dick. There were moments of humanity and softness within him but we didn't get to see that or explore it a lot. I think that he might come around to it when he gets his head pulled out of his ass.

But honestly, a lay is a lay to him. Even in his most dick ish I think that it would be a good fuck and he wouldn't say no - that man is a fucking slut. I don't know - I don't really like Billy tbh -- but if we wanna talk about someone who would never treat you wrong we have

Hopper: The man would fucking worship the ground you walk on - as a bigger guy himself I feel like he'd take no body-shaming shit at all - he'd make sure you're doted on and tell you you're beautiful (BECAUSE YOU ARE) and he would spoil you.

That man would eat you out like you were his last meal and he would absolutely let you crush his head between your thighs and he'd thank you. He would also make sure you're okay with everything, If you have any insecurities he would listen, he'd treasure you, he'd reassure you. He'd make sure you know you're beautiful, loved, perfect.

As for the rest of the characters, I'm not super sure but I'm sure it would be similar or akin to Hopper or Eddie. Idk, I have a hard time writing that which I don't know (as in the characters themselves). I think Jonathan and Argyle would be super into it but not know how to approach you because they find you beautiful but they're awkward, high, and don't know how to act around women/nb/their crushes. They can't vocalise their feelings super well so they might be less verbal about it but they'd be into it.

Idk I'm rambling at this point and I'm sorry if this sucks or wasn't what you were looking for.

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name: buzzing pairing: Argyle x Reader wordcount: 1020 summary: Getting high with your good friend and crush content/warnings: sickly sweet, weed use author’s note: I needed some fluff after everything, and I have a weakness for boys with long hair. Thought this guy could use some love. -

“So, like, how do you feel, dude?” Argyle asked, turning his head to glance at where you were sprawled across his messy bed, feet shoved under one of his Hawaiian shirts for warmth.

In truth, you felt like your face was buzzing. Like there was this weird energy and if you didn’t let it out, it was going to overwhelm you completely. When you opened your mouth to say so, you laughed instead.

Argyle laughed with you, not knowing or caring what made you laugh in the first place. What mattered was that you were happy, and that made him happy.

It was your first time smoking a proper bong and Argyle had told you that you should stop after it made you cough, but you took another hit just to prove you could. And now here you were, inches away from your friend on his bed, and your face was buzzing.

“You think I’m a dude, Argyle?” You asked, suddenly serious as his words sank in.

“What? Dude, no. I mean dudette. You’re not, like, a dude. Just… have the dude status, like, you’re cool. You know?”

“No.” You admitted, wrinkling your nose to ward off the buzzing feeling. It was spreading across your face now, even your lips tingling with the strange feeling. “I’m not a dude.”

Argyle sat up and scooted over to where you were sitting, his long hair forming a curtain around his face as he looked down at you. His hair was so pretty. You always wanted to braid it when the two of you hung out. You reached out and grabbed some of the dark strands, twirling them around your fingers.

“I don’t think you’re a dude.” Argyle said seriously, knitting his eyebrows together with concern. “You’re cooler than any dude. You’re—You’re the coolest.”

The coolest. You liked that. You liked Argyle, with his pretty hair and dark eyes. He was so silly. You decided to tell him that.

“You’re silly Argyle.” You declared, still playing with his hair. If it bothered him, he didn’t stop you.

“Silly?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’, looking up from his hair to look at his face. He was closer than you thought he’d be, practically hovering over you, and you had to blink a few times to adjust your vision, “So silly.”

He shook his head, his hair tickling your face as it moved with the motion.

“How’m I silly? You’re the one playing with my hair, silly.” He poked at your hand, the brief contact leaving the spot warm. You let go of his hair, holding your hand up in front of your face to see if his touch had changed it in some way. You were sad when it hadn’t, letting your hand fall back to your chest.

“Didn’t say stop.” He reached for your hand and you let him lift it, giggling when he slid his hair across your palm.

“That’s what I mean, silly. You always let me touch you and be close to you, but you won’t even kiss me yet. Even Jonathan doesn’t get it.” You slid your fingers through his silky hair, missing the way his eyes widened ever so slightly, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips.

“You talk to Jonathan about me?” He asked, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, “about kissing me?” His voice cracked slightly, but you were too high to notice, too locked into focus on trying to braid his soft hair.

“Mmmm. Yeah, a couple times.”

“A couple?” Argyle felt stone cold sober now, his eyes scanning your face for any sort of dishonesty.

You finally glanced up at him, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel warm. You weren’t embarrassed. This was Argyle, after all, you could tell him anything. In fact, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him before. You flashed him a smile that he couldn’t help but return.

“Okay, like every time we hang out without you.” You admitted, with a laugh that made the buzzing start up all over again. It was funny, he was funny.

“You want me to?” He asked, “to kiss you?”

You did. You wanted it so badly you might explode, had for a while. Maybe it would cure the buzzing in your skin. You nodded slowly.

“Duh, silly. Are you listeni-“ Before you could finish, his lips were crashing down on yours. It was an awkward mash of chapped lips and teeth, but his hand was on your face and his mouth was on your mouth and you felt like you were sparkling. You felt like you wanted to laugh, but you just kept kissing him instead, tugging gently on his hair to pull him closer, closer until he was laying half on top of you, kissing you like he needed you to breathe.

“Whoa.” He tried to pull away twice, but found himself coming back for another taste of your lips, and then another, and then another when he pulled away, but you pulled him back down, laughing as you learned how to mold your lips against his, how to follow his movements, how he liked to kiss you back, how he still tasted like the weed you had just smoked together.

When he did manage to pull away, he flopped down next to you and you rolled into his side, resting your head against his chest. There was silence, for a moment, as you listened to his heart hammering away beneath his ribs, and then there was the slight intake of breath as he considered talking, but stopped.

“You okay?” You asked, tilting your head up towards his face. You couldn’t quite make out his expression from below, but you could tell he was looking at you anyway.

“Can we do that again? Often?” He asked. You had never seen Argyle anything but laid back, but now you could’ve sworn he was nervous.

The buzzing was in your chest now, warm and familiar as you pushed yourself up to plant a sweet kiss on his chin.

“As often as you want.” You assured him.

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The Boyfriend Experience - EM

Author's Note: This is very personal to me. I wrote this about my experieces and facts about myself. Which I know isn't very reader insert friendly but as my friend @boomhauer had said, for all I know, I'm not alone in this. This will be a mini series. Idk how many parts it will have but I wanted to do more than one.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x virgin!reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of weight, mentions of being overweight, body image issues, body dysphoria, self deprication, sexual experiences, lack of sexual experience, teasing, angst.

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Having a large friend group was nice. Nice enough, at least for you. Between the Hellfire boys and the party you were fortunate enough to have many friends. You were close to the party the most over the shared trauma of the upside down and things that go bump in the night. It was easy to be open with them so some topics of conversation didn’t bother you… until certain comments were made. You had never intended to let the information about yourself shift the dynamic of your friendships. At this point in your life, you had reluctantly accepted a fact about yourself when it came to romantic relationships and activities. However, your friend groups learning that you were a virgin even now past graduating high school seemed to change everything. It wasn’t like you wanted to seek out the first willing male participant and ‘get it over with’ as some past friends had told you to do before. You didn’t want that for yourself. It didn’t feel right for you.

The unfortunate thing about it was that no one was into you. That was something you had concluded on your own in your own time. It was either the pudge of your stomach and the squishiness of other parts of your body or simply your personality. You weren’t sure. Maybe it was all of it. You had spent many a time pinching, poking and prodding at your body in the mirror as tears silently slid down your cheeks. Most of the time you avoided reflective surfaces all together as it shattered the illusion of what you thought and wished you looked like. One look in a reflection made your confidence dwindle down to nothing like something small being dropped off of a skyscraper just to shatter on impact at the pavement below. So you wore baggy clothes. Hiding your figure was better than being gawked at for trying to wear clothes other girls, skinnier girls, pulled off effortlessly. The hammer that hit the nail on the head was when you noticed some things. Was it other people’s fault? No, it wasn’t. But when you went out with friends who were deemed more attractive than you and people approached them to talk to them while you stood there, drink in hand. It was hard not to notice. The icing on the cake had been the one time you were left standing at the bar, all your friends off talking to someone in the bar that had approached them while you played with the condensation that dripped down onto the bartop. 

You lacked social experiences. You had never been on a date before, never had a boyfriend either. You had a first kiss at least though it had been a long time ago. How your friends didn’t know this, you had no idea. A rousing game of truth or dare brought this information to light for everyone. The kids weren’t invited as it was an adults only party Steve had decided to throw. The Hellfire boys, Nancy, Robin, Steve, Jonathan and Argyle as well as yourself all sat in a circle with your respective drinks in hand. It had been your turn, so you chose truth, wanting a break for a moment as the dares got more daring as time went on and more alcohol was consumed. Drinking the ‘mega condiment’ as Argyle named it–a mixture of literally every condiment housed in the Harrington fridge–was not on your list of things to drink that night. Especially after seeing Robin gag after taking a sip of it. 

The Harrington house was big enough to house all of you. Not to mention a supplemental bar for when you all ran out of what you brought with yourselves. These ‘adults only’ parties tended to last all night with drinks, food and usually crashing there. At times it was movies or more importantly drinking games that were played at these events. Tonight the stack of playing cards had been retired early in favor of Truth or Dare. Jeff hummed as he thought over what he could ask you. His eyes lit up as he figured out his question. “Who did you lose your virginity to?” He asked you with a grin. It wasn’t uncommon for these question to get more personal and daring the more you all drank. So you weren’t necessarily surprised at the topic but the fact that it had been aimed at you, one of the only single people in attendance. Normally, these embarrassing personal questions were aimed at the couples.

You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment. As everyone waited for their answer, you simply looked away from Jeff and took a swig from your drink to avoid answering. That was one rule that had been put in place. You could opt out by drinking your drink. No questions asked. Or at least, no requirement to answer.

“Must be embarrassed about who it is.” Gareth chuckled with a small shrug as he drained the last of his beer.

“Or she didn’t lose it at all.” Jeff playfully jokes, but something on your face must have given it away as Jeff’s eyes widened in realization. “You haven’t lost it?!” He gasped.

“How? You’re like… in your twenties.” 

“I just haven’t. Alright?” You practically snapped at Gareth and Jeff.

“Well, have you come close? Like on a date getting hot and heavy with someone?” Steve asked, leaning over to hand Gareth another beer after popping the bottle cap off with his bare hand.

“No… I’ve never been on a date so,” You mumbled into your cup as you took another drink.

“You’ve never been on a date?!” Nancy asked, shock written on her face. “I thought Ethan when we were soph-”

“Yeah. He stood me up and made jokes about it for a week after.” You cut Nancy off with a tight smile. “I’m not girlfriend material, apparently. Now if you’ll excuse me.” You pushed yourself off of the floor and headed for Steve’s kitchen to make yourself another drink. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment and you could feel tears threatening to breach the barrier of your lower lashes. At times, you could brave the embarrassment of being a virgin at your age. However now again you found yourself longing for something you had not had the privilege of having. Yearning for a connection to someone who likes you for who you are, not necessarily what you look like. When those feelings hit you, it was hard not to be hurt at the realization that you might never have these experiences. You could hear laughter in the other room, the immediate assumption in your fragile state that it was about you. Your lower lip wobbled as you opened the container of cranberry juice, pouring a full glass of it knowing adding more alcohol would make it harder to compose yourself now and you’d like to leave with a shred of your dignity left intact.

“Enough.” You heard Eddie’s voice snap, presumably at the Hellfire boys as he usually reigned them in. You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks quickly before going to grab the hoodie you had abandoned on the back of a kitchen chair earlier. You needed the comfort, shielding your body away before you trudged back into the room of your friends with your mask back on firmly in place.

Since then, things have been different. Your lack of experiences, lack of romance and lack of self confidence were sore spots for you. Some told you you simply weren’t trying hard enough. As if it were that easy to just make people like you. Or want you for more than just what was between your thighs or under your shirt. As if anyone would want to see that. Since the night of the party, the group made it a point to keep certain topics of conversation to a minimum or overall stopping the conversation when you joined the group. As if they didn’t think you would notice. It was hard to ignore that the topics of recent date nights ceased the second you were close enough to them all. With hushed ‘later’s, ‘not now’s and ‘I’ll finish telling you later’s being the main indication when you manage to hear them.

“Okay, I’ll bite.” You sighed as you crossed your arms over the counter of Family Video, looking at Steve and Robin expectantly. You had heard their conversation when you walked in there but when you approached the counter Steve had quickly shushed Robin from talking further. “What are you both talking about?” You asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Robin waved you off with a smile as she rang up the movie you had brought over.

“I was just telling Robin about my date the other night. After we had dinner we started getting hot and heavy in my car, went to Lovers Lake to have-”

“Shh! Steve, innocent ears! We have to keep her purity intact.” Robin shushed him, smacking him in the chest.

Your face fell. “Excuse me?” You asked Robin in a clipped tone, not bothering to hide your anger and annoyance.

The air had shifted as had the mood. Robin’s face fell as she realized that her joke had not been amusing to you but instead upset you. “It’s just that… No, Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that!” Robin apologized quickly.

You scoffed, pulling your wallet out and throwing cash onto the counter to cover the movie and a packet of Red Vines. “Thanks.” You mumbled, snatching up the movie and a packet of Red Vines before heading out of the store quickly.

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It was movie night. That was the reason for your trip into Family Video that week. The Hellfire group would have a movie night once every week or so. Everyone brought in a movie and you all would decide which ones to watch. You sat on the couch, always having privileges for the couch per Eddie’s orders since in his words: you are the lady here. You sat beside Eddie, sharing your Red Vines with him while he shared his popcorn with you. Since that day in Family Video you hadn’t seen neither Steve nor Robin, actively avoiding both of them. You had mumbled an acceptance of Robin’s apology when she called but hadn’t wanted to see either of them. It got worse though. Almost all of your friends had made a joke about your lack of experience thus far. If there wasn’t a joke about it there was reassurance that didn’t feel so reassuring. Nancy had tried to reassure you that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin still at your age. Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle seemed to be the only ones smart enough to not make any comments about the subject. Something you praised God for. Now it was the end of the week and you were just ready for everyone to move past this once and for all. 

On the screen in front of you was a horror movie. Something you weren’t unfamiliar with. You sighed as you sunk into the couch with Eddie. You watched as two teens snuck away with the intention of having fun with one another and felt your mood sour. You waited for it. Some kind of comment to be passed your way.

“These are always so cheesy and these parts? Boring.” Lucas complained, tossing pieces of popcorn at the screen itself.

“That’s because you’ve never experienced it, Sinclair.” Gareth laughed, nudging the other boy.

“As if he should listen to any advice from you.” Eddie nudged Gareth with his foot.

“I’m full of advice! Good advice!” He argued back with Eddie.

“Suuure you are.” You added, “None of you seem like you’d know what to do anyway. Just fumble and ask where things are.”

“Oh, please!” Freak laughed and grinned at you. “Here’s something we can at least tell you, Y/N.” His tone took on one you would use when speaking to a child, “When a man and a woman love each other, his peepee goes in the hole between your legs. That’s where you put it. In case you didn’t know since you’re still a virgin.”

“Freak, knock it off.” Eddie hissed in his direction.

You didn’t even dignify him with an answer. You stood up, stepping over Gareth and Jeff as you made your way to the door. 

“Y/N?” Eddie called, but you didn’t dare look behind you. Instead, you slid your jacket onto your body, picked up your bag and threw open the door to Eddie’s trailer deciding to leave the movie you rented there.

You hopped down onto the porch, the screen door behind you smacking shut loudly as you bounded off the porch and over to your car. You heard the door open back up behind you and Eddie called out your name again. You ignored him, sliding into your car and peeling away from the trailer park like your ass was on fire. You gripped the steering wheel tightly, ignoring the tears sliding down your cheeks. It was one thing to hear jokes that you were still a virgin. It was another thing to have people demean you thinking you were innocent and didn’t know anything because of it. You weren’t a fucking child. You knew probably more than they did about the female body and what to do. Years of hearing your peers talk about it had been informative enough. 

As soon as you got to your apartment, you shuffled yourself inside and shut the door tightly behind you. You crumbled. You were embarrassed and upset, wanting to just crawl in a hole and forget this week had ever happened. You pulled yourself up, trudging to the bathroom and taking a hot shower before pulling on panties, sweatpants and a tank top deciding to leave the death trap on the floor of the bathroom. You moved to the living room, seeking out a new movie to put on in the hopes it would distract yourself from the disastrous night. You put on one of your favorites before tucking yourself into your couch with your favorite fuzzy blanket and pillow. You only got through about fifteen minutes of the film before there was a knock on your door. You ignored it, favoring pretending you weren’t home or didn’t exist than face whoever was on the other side of that wooden barrier. The knocking came again, harder and more insistent this time.

“Go away!” You called out to the door. You assumed it was Freak, Gareth and Jeff. No doubt sent there by Eddie to apologize for upsetting you. He never let the other guys bother you too much. 

“Open up, sweetheart. It’s me.” The man you thought had sent others to your door was actually the one behind it.

“No.” You called back out. You were thankful that Eddie didn’t make fun of you like the others did or comment on it. But you were embarrassed and felt ugly. 

“Please? I have something for you.” You sighed. Knowing Eddie he would either camp out in front of your door or more likely pick your lock or climb through your window in your bedroom if you didn’t let him in. You pulled yourself up off the couch and went to the door, unlocking it and opening up the door. His smile was wide and bright when you opened the door. His arms were laden with items and he nudged you with his foot. “May I come in?” He asked you, batting his lashes at you.

You stepped aside, letting the lanky metalhead into your home. Eddie moved inside of your apartment quickly and you watched him like he was some foreign entity in your home. Eddie had been in your apartment before but never alone with you. It was always accompanied by one of your friends. He had just never come here by himself. You wouldn’t have thought so though as he effortlessly placed down the items in his arms. He had a pizza box with him, two shopping bags and a backpack on his back. From the plastic bags he pulled out some beer, candy and movies presumably from his own home. “What’re you doing here, Eddie?” You sighed, shutting your door and moving back to your couch. You burrowed yourself under your blanket again, pillow tucked behind your back. “Where are the guys?”

“Well, you left clearly upset, and I kicked the guys out.” Eddie answered nonchalantly. He stopped his movements of sorting out the treats he brought to look at you. “They shouldn’t have said what they said.” He spoke softly, watching you.

You took a breath. “Thank you… You didn’t have to come here though.” You mumbled, crossing your arms.

“I wanted to.” Eddie waved you off. “Now, I’m gonna go change cause we’re having a sleepover. I have your favorite.” He flipped open the pizza box to reveal your favorite toppings. “I will be back!” He took his backpack into your bedroom. You leaned over, assessing the pizza and snacks he had brought with him for you. You took a slice of pizza and gently began munching on it, trying to fight off the negative thoughts about how this food wasn’t good for you and wouldn’t help your situation but only deepen the purple stretch marks on your stomach and thighs.

When Eddie returned, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a faded Judas Priest t-shirt. He dropped down onto the couch on the opposite side of you and picked up a slice of pizza, taking a huge bite out of the food. He settled down, wiggling your blanket out from under him to get under the fabric and be comfortable with you. You both sat like that for a while, watching the movie you had put on and eating the pizza. Eventually one of the movies Eddie had brought with him was put on. You both fell into a comfortable silence but you knew it would eventually break.

As the second movie played you were about halfway through it when Eddie finally spoke up. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked you, turning his head to look at you. You turned your head to meet his eyes and felt your walls crumble. You wanted to say no… but with Eddie’s gaze on you, it was hard to compose yourself. You flashed back to what happened not too long ago and over the week in general. You didn’t realize that more tears began to slide down your cheeks. “I’m just so sick of everyone thinking I’m innocent just because I haven’t fucked someone. I’m not an idiot. I’m not a child. I fucking know things.” You sobbed quietly, hurriedly wiping at your cheeks. “It’s not my fault I’m not the kind of girl anyone wants.” You felt the couch shift as Eddie moved closer, the weight of his arm falling over your shoulders. He moved your legs over his lap, tucking you into his side as you cried. “They act like it was somehow my choice. Like I haven’t wanted to have a boyfriend, have sex, go on dates, be loved by someone. If it were my choice I would’ve done all those things! But no one is interested in me. How is that my fault?” You babbled on, tucking your face against Eddie’s chest and finding comfort in the smell of him.

“First of all, they were wrong to make you seem like you don’t know shit. Second of all, you are absolutely the kind of girl people want. Smart people who have eyes and aren’t selfish assholes. I know if you had the choice, you would’ve done those things. Clearly, since this upsets you so much, babe. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time.” Eddie spoke softly, his thumb rubbing your skin comfortingly as he spoke.

“Sure, Eddie. Whatever you say.” You murmured, feeling drained from the week itself. A silence fell over the two of you as you felt your insecurities swallow your mind. “Maybe if I was skinnier… prettier. Like Nancy, smart too.” You mumbled. You gasped when Eddie suddenly moved back. You looked at him and he had moved back to stare at you. What shocked you was the anger on his face.

“Do not. Say that.” He spoke sternly, watching you. “There is nothing wrong with you. Your body, your mind, nothing.”

“But-”

“No!” Eddie frowned, a crease forming between his brows as he showed his unhappiness at your lack of self-confidence. “No buts! Yours is phenomenal, by the way.” He was moving before you could even process what you just heard, your cheeks warming when you realized. He was pulling at your legs. You made a small sound as he pulled you til you were laying on your couch. You adjusted the pillow that had once been behind your back to be behind your head instead, deciding to humor Eddie. You knew him well enough that he would say what he wanted to say whether you wanted to hear it or not. He was never shy to share his opinion, sometimes unprompted. “Look,” Eddie moved on top of you. He straddled your thighs as his hair fell over your face like a curtain. Without thinking about it you moved his hair back from his face. “Hi, pretty girl.” Eddie grinned at you. You pouted at him, using one hand to tug on his earlobe. He whined and winced, “Ow.” he mumbled softly. Eddie’s hands moved from holding himself up above you instead favoring to rest his body against yours. You grunt softly at the new weight but it wasn’t bothering you. 

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You huff and Eddie grins back at you.

“Shh. Hold on. I’m gonna give you the boyfriend experience, okay. Let me show you how pretty you are.” He shushed you, moving his hand up to your face. His middle finger gently ran over your forehead, moving down the bridge of your nose. Your eyebrows were creased in confusion as you took in what he was doing but your breath hitched in your throat as his lips pressed between your eyebrows, smoothing the crease away. His soft touch moved down over the tip of your nose down to your cupid’s bow before moving over your cheekbone. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You were fumbling as you processed the fact that Eddie Munson was kissing your face. His lips followed his finger as he kissed your cheek bone. More kisses followed over your cheek, jaw and chin. 

“Ed-”

“Shhh,” He softly shushed you again, middle finger moving over your top lip before running over your lower lip. You waited, holding your breath. That breath escaped you when Eddie pressed his lips to yours. You knew what to do, of course, pressing your lips back to Eddie’s but truly you were sure you were a horrible kisser. His hand now cupped your cheek as his lips moved against yours like he was trying to show you what to do. Soon you melted in his embrace, just enjoying kissing him. His lips were slightly chapped but soft and you made a mental note to share your cherry lip balm with him so he didn’t crack his lips. Eddie’s lips left yours though and you whimpered softly as he moved away. A breathy chuckle left him. “You have to breathe, pumpkin. Okay?” He murmured, nose nudging yours gently. Then he was moving again. He tucked his head into your neck, peppering kisses against your skin. He kissed over your collarbones before kissing the tops of your breasts. “No bra when you’re at home? I should come visit more often.” He mumbled against your skin, running his nose over your cloth covered mounds. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a devilish smile on his lips. 

“Gonna come over more often now cause I don’t wear a bra at home?” You scoffed and Eddie nodded against you. 

“Mhm, and cause I can see your nipples through your tank top.” He chuckled and moved his hands down to your hips. His hands moved back up, pushing your tank top up. You reached for his hands but he stopped just under your breasts. “Not going further. I didn’t ask permission yet.” He murmured and shuffled down your body. His nose nudged gently at your stomach, admiring the pudginess that was there. He began scattering kisses over your soft flesh. Over stretch marks ranging from soft pink, barely there to fresh purple ones. You squirmed a little under him, cheeks warming in embarrassment and self consciousness. “You’re so cute.” He mumbled against your skin, looking up at you. You pouted, feeling tears tug at your lashes again. “No crying, baby.” He murmured, “Not wanting to make you feel bad. Just wanna admire you.” You sniffled, gently wiping at your eyes as you nodded down at him. You were unsure of Eddie’s plan. Why he was doing this and how far he was going to go but you were going to give him his time, enjoying the limited attention he was affording you.

Eddie waited for you to calm down before he continued. He kissed over your hips, hands moving to pull your sweatpants down slightly. He pulled the material down over your legs, setting them aside and you froze again. He bypassed your panties which made you pout a little but you knew Eddie had a plan. His kisses continue over the tops of your thighs before moving to kiss the sides of them. He lifted one of your legs, lips moving down your calf and over your ankle before he kissed the top of your foot. When he was satisfied that he had covered you in enough kisses he grabbed your sweatpants and pulled the material back over your legs and settled himself on top of you again once you were clothed again. Eddie had laid himself so his head rested at your neck. One arm snaked under your body while his other hand moved to gently run his fingers through your hair. 

“You can call me crazy if you want,” Eddie mumbled against your skin. “But what if I gave you the boyfriend experience. Doesn’t have to go anywhere. Just… show you what you’re missing.” 

You blinked, thinking over Eddie’s suggestion. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Eddie. You liked him a lot especially once you saw the soft side of the scary looking metal head. You figured you weren’t his type despite the affection he’d shown you tonight. So what was the harm in taking him up on gaining some experience? You hummed softly and stroked your fingers through his hair. “Yeah… I’d like that.” You murmured quietly, feeling the smile that spread over his lips before he pressed a kiss to your throat. 

Eventually the two of you moved so you could enjoy the slightly cold pizza Eddie had brought you both. The two of you ate most of it, tucking the rest into the fridge. You yawned gently as you packed up the snacks and Eddie’s hands gently grabbed at your arms to stop you. He steered you towards your room, shutting the tv off on the way. Inside your room you crawled into bed and laid on your side, figuring Eddie would help himself to wherever he wanted to sleep. The bed dipped beside you and Eddie shuffled closer to you. “An important part of the boyfriend experience, cuddling.” He murmured as he pressed himself to your back. He tangled his legs with yours, holding onto you. You could feel that he had shed his shirt before climbing into bed with you. His hand rested on your belly and you resisted the urge to move it. You didn’t even like touching your own belly but someone else touching the area made you want to crawl out of your skin. After a few minutes though you relaxed enough, gently falling asleep in his arms.

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The next morning you had woken up still in Eddie’s embrace. He was holding onto you tightly, gentle snores falling from his lips. You picked up his arm, attempting to wiggle free from his hold at first until he tightened his arm around you further. You huffed but smiled, picking up his arm again and getting free. You padded out of your room to the kitchen and started to brew some coffee. You grabbed what you needed to make some simple bacon and eggs for you both, humming as you did so. As you added some cheese into the eggs you heard him before you felt him. He had just managed to step on one of the creaky floor boards. Eddie’s arms wrapped around you and his head found home on your shoulder. 

“You left me,” He mumbled against your skin.

“I made breakfast.” You answered, plucking up a piece of bacon and offering it to him.

Eddie lifted his head and bit into the bacon, chewing thoughtfully. “All is forgiven.”

You chuckled and shook your head, finishing the other half of the strip of salty pork before returning to moving the eggs around. Eddie removed himself from you to grab the plates you set aside for you both. He held both as you scooped some eggs onto the plates before placing bacon strips onto them. Eddie took them to the table as you popped toast into the toaster and started to make your cup of coffee. Once all the food was ready you both sat down to eat. You found your eyes wandering to the boy that sat beside you. Eddie’s hair was a frizzy mess from sleeping with it loose last night. His torso and arms were toned and not overly muscular. You figured he lifted a lot of heavy things having heard he worked at a mechanics shop now. Blotches of scars were on his arms and torso from where the demobats had feasted on his flesh but you didn’t find them repulsive. It made Eddie look rugged in a way. Even if his nipple and his chest tattoos had suffered because of it. His rings were absent, most likely sitting on your bedside table now.

“Like what you see?” 

You moved your eyes away from Eddie’s chest to look at his face. He smiled at you. A kind, warm smile like you guys had known one another a long time. His big chocolate orbs watched you carefully but as he shifted the sun caught his eyes, turning them amber. You chuckled at the scrunch of his nose and the squint of his eyes as they were invaded by the sun. You stood up, moving to your window and pulling the sheer curtains together. “I like natural light.” You told him, returning to your seat. 

Eddie hummed, picking up your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Thank you for breakfast.” He murmured with another bright smile.

“You brought me dinner last night. It’s only fair.” You reason with a small shrug. When you finish your meal you put your plate in the sink and refill your mug before retiring to your couch once again under your blanket. Eddie joins you moments later, slipping under your blanket and shifting closer to you, arm around your shoulders. You turned the TV on, finding something to watch as you sip your coffee. You only look away when a gentle tap comes to your chin and you turn your head, Eddie lips pressing to yours. 

“Forgot to properly tell you good morning.” He murmured against your lips.

You feel your face warm, kissing Eddie again. “Good morning,” You murmured.

“Good morning,”

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You and Eddie spent the day together. You watched TV, made lunch and finally talked about what you would both be doing. Eddie offered a no strings attached experience, explaining that he would provide you with the experience of what it was like to have a boyfriend and whatever else you might like at no cost to you besides your time.

“You don’t want anything?” You asked, raising a brow at the boy.

Eddie nodded his head. “Nothing.”

“There has to be something you want to be doing this.”

Eddie hummed and shook his head again. “I’m getting it already.”

“What?”

He smiled at you and reached for your hand. “What I want… is you.” He murmured, “Stupid, I know. Me being an option but I’m happy just… filling the role for you. Til you find what you want.”

That was the thing. You didn’t know what you wanted. You wanted to be loved, yes. Someone who wanted you. Which Eddie claimed he was that person. Someone who wanted you. That was something difficult for you to grasp. Why would someone want somebody as imperfect as you are? You were a burden, an issue. Or simply just the thing in the corner that was easily ignored. You simply nodded at Eddie’s words though and leaned over, pressing your lips to his even if you didn’t believe a word he said.

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Through though Thoughts

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MINORS DNI

Warnings: dark characters, noncon/dubcon,

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♡ Scummy manager eddie !!! Who fucks you in the supply closet letting everyone hear you!! He bends you over the grill/fryer not caring about the danger he'll give you a pay rise if you let him cum inside

♡ Vampire eddie tricks you into becoming a vampire by letting you fred from him "c'mon I feed from you all the time it's only right for you to do it from me, maybe I'll understand why you complain so much be as rough as you want" he doesnt understand why you complain because his pants are now ruined

♡Eddie fucking the angel of heavens gates to get a free pass in

♡ Demon eddie fucking angel reader 

♡ Did someone say heather au?? JD!eddie x veronica! Reader 👁👁 kurt + ram! Billy and steve 👁👁

♡ priest! hopper fucking his favourite nun after she was almost seduced by eddie/steve/billy

♡ barista! Reader asking what milk theyd like in their coffee only to get the response of "yours"

♡ line cook! Eddie who has a favourite server (you<3) he always makes you food when you're hungry and isnt scared to go out and insult customers who make you cry

♡ hopper + dmitri/enzo fucking guard! Reader to escape ???!?!?!?!!

♡ porn director! Murray pairing his favourite actress (you<3) with the fan favourite hopper, hopper always messes up on purpose just so he can get round after round out of you

♡ Robin is horrible at sexting she can only Express her desires speaking whether that be on the phone or to your face she tries her best but jesus christ "humps humps humps dirty talk hump hump inserts strap thrust thrust spank spank thrust thrust degradation dirty talk thrust cums cuddles"

♡ nancy finds the cutest lingerie for you both to wear she makes you so flustered when she complements you, your legs spread infront of a mirror with your back against her chest. Pretty girls doing pretty things

♡ I know I did a cryptid girlfriend for eddie but I feel like everyone deserves a creepy girlfriend!!

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who finds steve in the woods looking for dustin as hes supposedly ran off again (he didnt he was in his room the entire time) only to stumble across the creepy little weirdo whose bathing in the river water. He ushers you out and wraps is jacket around you (you have no Idea why) and is panicking into the black square thing that makes noise. Obviously none of the kids can take you in so he has no other choice but to take you back to his. Hes desperately asking you questions trying to find someone to call and hoping it's not an upside down situation however you seem to care more about his fluffy hair than anything else

♡ crytpid! Girlfriend who shows up in Nancy's room, who scares the life out of her, who refuses to leave her alone despite the items she throws at her (she pockets it them and keeps them)!! You're so creepy and nancy hates it!! You also dont understand boundaries as your practically under her skin 24/7 if you could fit in her pocket you would

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who Robin finds you on night shift at the video store wandering in the back alleyway of the store doing god knows what. At first robin thinks you're lost and tries to ask you questions only to get completely ignored and naturally follows you around to try and figure out where you came from. You run off at some point but come back the next night bringing gifts, and the next night, and the next until you've successfully courted your human wife

♡ argyle who finds you after almsot running you over, he was trying to deliver pizza until you ran into the road he immediately gets out and tries to talk to you but once again you ignore him. He feels bad about almost killing you so gives you a pizza completely forgetting about the customer. He somehow befriends you and often dees you hanging out by the side of the road and his window

♡ johnathan captures you on camera and thinks you're a ghost, he goes back to where the photo was taken to try and replicate it to see if it was true only for you to sneak up behind him because you like the flash from the weird thing in his hands. You follow him home despite his protests and now he keeps you in his room because how in the world would he begin to explain why a girl with weird pupils is in the house???

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who breaks into hoppers cabin and refuses to leave. He kicks you out even threatening to shoot you but you always come back, sometimes baring gifts and pretty little rocks. He feeds you from his porch sometimes watching you eat whatever he gifts you. He dozes off one afternoon and wakes up to you huddled up next to him, he feels bad and now let's you stay with him but hes not happy about it (that's a lie)

♡ cryptid! Reader who befriended the kids long before billy was around whenever hes mean to them she scares him straight. It's the same routine and last for only about a week until billy is conditioned to not bully children, he thinks hes going insane until he goes to pick up max only to find the girl that's been harassing him for months playing their dumb game. They just stare at eachother until billy ushers max to the car and quizzes her on who the hell you are. Hes creeped out by you but would 100% hit that

♡ I love my dentist so heres some self indulges on my part, dentist! Hopper who makes you suck on his fingers which then evolves into you sucking his cock!!!!

♡ teasing eddie with a fleshlight and cockring, you've been going at it for hours and hes whispering and begging for relief but you're having so much fun

♡ karen wheeler and joyce byers having a night together with pregnant! Reader they say it's to congratulate you and give you one last night of "freedom" before you give birth but they're playing such mean games!! They're practicing toys on you, making you cum so many times

♡ chrissy practices kissing with you but you get such a kick out of it, you hate jason wholeheartedly and love the fact that you get to kiss his girlfriend

♡ speaking of jason 👁👁 imagine being the only thing jason and eddie can be civil over, they just put all the hate towards eachother into fucking you

♡ party girl! Reader getting punished by hopper after she tells him "I fuck harder than I party" she was trying to seduce him into letting her go but hopper doesnt like brats

♡ vecna using his freaky tentacles on you!! Its absolute torture and he mocks you through it all

♡ you, eden, nancy, robin and chrissy having a sleepover together where you all discuss how much guys suck and how they're all the same!!! Idk gangbang me

♡ feel like eddie would look like pete Davidson with a buzz cut

♡ Eddie, steve and billy sorting out their differences by fucking me dumb <3

♡ I dont care what anyone says I could treat mrs wheeler better, I'll be her good baby. Make her cum in my mouth

♡ feral and primal 001 breeding me <3

♡ getting arrested and fucking jim hopper to be let go

♡ personally I think argyle would have a thick juicy cock

♡ if I had the opportunity I would carry Steve's children, all 6 of them. Firm believer of breeding-balls-Steve

♡hopper dressing you up in bunny ears and making you bounce on his cock for easter, he making you collect those vibrating eggs and seeing how many you can fit inside you

♡ tattoo artist/piercer! Eddie x tattoo/piercing-virgin reader

-your friends always come in bringing you as a plus one, always dressing up in nice clothes to hopefully get his attention

-none of it works as he always flirts with you no matter how done up your friends are

- eddie teases you about never having a tattoo or piercing before and says he'll pop your cherry

- after he secretly adds his number to your phone and starts suggesting piercings, you finally walk in for an appointment without your friend hes so surprised when you choose the nipple piercing

- you're shaking like a leaf when he does it and he asks if you have anything to calm you down with, you say you have a stress ball in your bag when eddie finds something better hidden in a small pocket.

- a bullet vibtator, you're so embarrassed but when he slides it inside you quickly find pleasure in the needle sliding through your flesh

-here he has you laying down on the table, nipples puffy and sore from the piercing, pounding into you cunny as if his life depended on it

♡ sex pollen all the time every time I love it so much, horny fuzzy brain yummy yummy yummy

♡ being fucked in the locker room before cheer practice I dont care by who I just want cock

♡ steve, eddie, billy, Nancy, Robin gangbang me pls

♡ 001 getting getting turned on by blood <3<3<3<3<3 any blood? Paper cut? In his mouth, nose bleed? Wiping it with his finger then boom in his mouth, period sex? Absolutely!!! Blood and cock perfect combination for him

♡ eddie x succubus reader !!!!!!!!! Soulmates <3<3

♡ eddie getting dressed up for DnD only to cancel in favour of fucking eachother dumb

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The Unplanned Road Trip (3)

Argyle x reader

Warning(s): Mature; swearing; violence; suggestive themes

Summary: You were unfortunate enough to get wrapped up in the chaos of finding El with your boyfriend, his best friend, his best friend's younger sibling, and his best friend's younger sibling's best friend.

Word Count: 5.5k

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You spent a few hours on the road; Argyle, Jonathan, and yourself taking turns driving to give the others some rest. You sighed, finally pulling up to the gas station where you had placed a star on the map. You gave Jonathan the money to give to the clerk as the boys took turns going to the bathroom, leaving you and Argyle alone.

"There are a lot of people around here," Argyle said, looking around at the busy block.

"We're in Las Vegas, Argy. A lot of these people are most likely drunk, getting drunk, or getting ready to gamble their life savings away," you said, keeping your gaze down, as you filled the van with gas. You carefully eyed the meter, ensuring every penny you paid would be in the tank.

"Woah, what is that?" he whispered to himself, his gaze far off. You hadn't heard his light muttering to realize that he had walked away.

You had just put the gas pump back on its hook when you realized that Argyle was nowhere in sight. "Oh, shit! Argyle? Where'd you go, babe?" Taking a quick scan of the crowd, your teeth began to abuse your lower lip the longer you looked around from not being able to spot him.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and spun around to face him.

"I, sort of, lost Argyle?"

"What?! How?!" You turned to look past Jonathan, noticing that Will and Mike were already looking at you. Giving them a tense smile, you shrugged as your gaze jumped around.

"One second he was here, and then he wasn't."

"We need to leave, like now! What if we just left him–"

"We are not leaving Argyle. And if you suggest it again, I will abandon you here, Michael."

"It's Mike! Why do you keep calling me Michael?!" You only ignored Mike as you spun on your heels to adventure into the crowd. "You guys stay here. I've gotta find him. And if you even dare think about leaving us– I. Will. Murder. You. Jon," you warned, picking up your pace.

"Wouldn't it be better if we looked together?" Jonathan's question was left unanswered as you, too, had disappeared.

You were getting flocked at every angle the further you walked. It was as if the circus had decided to crash land right in front of you for the day. There were literally people dressed as clowns roaming around, and it was freaking you the fuck out. You had managed to finish the rest of Stephen King's 'It' sometime during the drive and you were a bit paranoid. Paranoid was an understatement, you were having an internal breakdown at each clown that you passed. You could only pray, to whatever cosmic being that was listening, that everyone else could see what you were seeing.

You almost sobbed in relief as you spotted Argyle, who had his back turned towards you. You weaved in between a few idle standing groups of people before you reached him. You gently tugged at the back of his Ocean Pacific shirt to get his attention.

"Babe, I don't know when or how, but I'm pretty sure I took acid again–" The words died in your throat at the sight of his face. Your eyes widened as you let go of his shirt, your hands shaking as you stared straight ahead. He had two big red dots on his cheeks and a red nose.

"Hey, babe! Check me out. I'm a clown." His lips were spread in a large grin, large enough to cause his dimples to pop out on display.

"Oh, my god. I'm in hell. I somehow died, and now I'm in hell," you mumbled as you slowly backed away. His eyebrows met as he watched you back away.

"I mean, it is Vegas. But there's this cool guy just painting people's faces." He reached over and grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. The warmth of his hand enclosed in your own brought you back down from whatever panic you were feeling. You were grounded, but you still felt tense at seeing the colorful faces pass by.

Argyle stopped and made a gesture to the little booths littered around. There were various stalls filled with people sitting in chairs and selling their craft in some type of way.

Argyle waved at a heavily tatted guy, who smiled back in return before he went back to painting a kid's face. "How did you even pay for that?" you asked, noticing the bucket near the guy's feet filled with money.

"We had a common interest; our love for Purple Palm Tree Delight." You looked closer at the guy and noticed the joint poking out between his ear and head. Argyle had a knack for spotting out stoners, so it was no surprise that he was able to offer a kind of trade.

A few chairs down, a commotion occurred, and a woman sobbed as she hit a man with her purse. He lifted his hands to protect himself, but it became futile as she put more power into each hit. He quickly collected his money and abandoned his stall as he ran away from the woman.

You were close enough to hear her babbles about how ugly she looked as she clutched a piece of paper in her hands. A few people watched as she collapsed in her chair, but many participants decided to ignore her.

"Damn, I hope she's alright," Argyle said, a frown tipping on his lips. You nodded, not wanting to get involved since she could be just another emotional drunk on the street.

"We gotta get going–" Argyle didn't hear you as he started to make his way over to the crying woman. A sigh passed through your nose at your boyfriend's bleeding heart for others, but you had no other choice but to follow. Squeezing his hand, he reciprocated the action not wanting to get separated again.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sitting in the foldable chair in front of the crying woman. He pulled you gently in front of him to allow you to sit on his lap. Leaning back against him, you watched as she only shook her head, unable to form a coherent sentence through her tears.

"Well, what's wrong?" he asked, once again trying to get her to calm down. She only waved the paper in a loose grip towards him. He reached over and plucked it from her manicured fingers and flipped it up to face the two of you. There was a distasteful caricature that stared back at you. It was way more offensive than necessary for a caricature to the point that it was leaning towards racism than it did cartoony.

"Woah, that's–"

"Fucked up," you finished for him. Taking the drawing from his hand, you brought it closer to your face to study it. The linework was sloppy, and the color theory was out of this world. A child had more creativity than the guy who had created the piece.

"I spent ten bucks and wasted twenty minutes of sitting here for it," she sniffled. She sniffled as she browsed through her purse for a tissue.

“Dude, you can totally draw something a thousand times better than this,” Argyle mumbled as he studied the drawing in your hands. You only gave a slight hum in appreciation knowing that he was always going to be your number one supporter.

“You should draw something for her babe. I mean I would if I could, but I don’t think I would be able to do her justice,” he said, looking at your profile. “We don’t have the time for this Argy. We have to get back on the road as soon as possible,” you whispered back.

You went back and forth with each other before you had finally caved in. Argyle always wanted to help people, and you loved that about him. He never asked for anything, and when he did it was only for the benefit of others. Rolling your eyes, you gave a small nod, which earned a big grin and an even bigger kiss on the cheek.

"I can make something better for you if you'd like. And I promise not to spend more than five minutes on it," you offered, smiling awkwardly as Argyle gave you an encouraging pat on the thigh.

"How do I know you won't rip me off me like the other guy did?" she asked, lips forming a pout. Her eyes jumped from Argyle's, then back to your own.

"We won't charge you for it. Think of it as an apology for us ripping your drawing.”

"But you didn't rip–" A loud tearing sound of paper interrupted her. The paper was now torn into two large pieces; you held a large chunk while Argyle had the other half.

"Oops."

Argyle had left and returned not long after with the others while you consoled the woman. The woman sat still as you sketched her on your drawing pad. You had Will time you, as you drew, wanting to keep your promise to not waste anymore of her time.

Just as his watch beeped, you were already signing your initials and the date in the corner. You were careful as you tore the page away and handed it to the woman. Her eyes widened at the grayscaled image. You made sure to visualize her without her ruined makeup, not wanting her to feel any worse than she had earlier. You managed to get a clear headshot of her from her collar bone up.

"This is… amazing! Do I really look like this?" she asked; you felt bashful but smiled at her anyways.

"I mean, yeah? I just drew what I saw in front of me." Shrugging, you began to collect your things. "D-do you think you can color it in? I just– I think that if I tried, I would ruin it," she pleaded. You were about to respond, but Will beat you to it.

"We can, but it's going to cost you two dollars," he said. You all looked at him, and he smiled, trying to get you to go along. The woman nodded quickly, dug around in her purse, and pulled out a five-dollar bill.

"I can work with that."

Once the lady's picture was finished, she thanked you again and scurried away. You hadn't realized the line that had formed around you until you looked up. You noticed many eager faces before someone plopped down into the chair in front of you. You were frozen as they held out a five-note, waiting for you to take it. Mike quickly swooped in and gave you a thumbs up.

You soon found yourself in a type of assembly line. Argyle would wave people over, Mike took people's money, Jonathan would time you, and Will would color in your sketches as you drew with your graphite pencil.

You drew person after person as they took up the empty seat in front of you. You had a variety of people ranging from all ages as they each took turns waiting. An hour had easily passed by from just sitting and drawing the different eager faces in front of you. You were racking up a lot of money despite the cramp in your hand.

"They stole my spot that I paid for!" A voice shouted out. Looking up, you spotted the caricature guy from earlier stomping towards you with the police in tow.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" You hurriedly stood up and began to collect your supplies. Will's eyes widened, but he quickly followed your lead despite not knowing what was going on.

"Guys! We gotta go!" Making eye contact with Jonathan, he nodded and grabbed Argyle and Mike, dragging them along.

"What about my drawing!" The new customer had asked, a frown on their lips. Smiling apologetically, you thrust a five towards them and began to make a speedy exit.

"Wait! Stop them!" You held on tightly to Will's hand, not wanting to lose the kid as you picked up the pace. Argyle and the others had already disappeared into the crowd, and you could only hope towards the van.

You felt a tug, and Will's hand had been ripped out of your own when you tried squeezing past a cluster of individuals. Turning around, you forced yourself back through the annoying group once again. Your blood began to boil at the sight in front of you.

Will was frozen in fear as his arm was locked in a bruising grip. The man towered over him as he screamed profanities and slurs, quickly gaining unwanted attention.

"Give me the money that you took from my customers!" You felt your eyes widen as the adult man brought back his fist, preparing to hit Will.

You felt your vision blur for a couple of seconds from the hit to the eye. You had managed to pull Will back just in time to miss getting injured, but that left you as the awaiting target.

You managed to recover after a brief moment of shock. "Shit, why did you–" You cut the man off by popping him in the mouth just as he began to form some kind of coherent sentence. He finally let go of Will as his body crashed to the ground.

"That hurt, jackass!" you hissed, grabbing Will again as the police made their way closer. You didn't wait for him to get his bearings before you began to sprint the final stretch to the van. Argyle stood by the opened back doors as his eyes jumped around the crowd. Relief quickly took over his worried expression at the sight of the two of you, but you were waving for him to get inside.

You practically threw Will into the back as you collapsed right next to him once you had climbed in. The doors were barely closed before Jonathan pressed his foot on the gas, accelerating the vehicle forward. Your body lurched, causing you to groan as your eye brushed against a pillow.

"Ow," you groaned, sitting up and gently touching the tender skin. "What happened to you, babe?!" Argyle asked, his hands cradling your face. His sudden outburst caused everyone to look at you. It must’ve looked a bit unpleasant from the looks that you were receiving.

Mike turned to look at you from the passenger seat; he winced at the sight of your face and turned around to count the money you had made. Jonathan looked through the rearview mirror; his eyebrows shot up before he faced the road ahead. And Will looked sorrowful as he fiddled with his fingers anxiously.

"It's all my fault, I was the one who got caught, but you got hurt instead," Will said, his voice pained. You kissed Argyle’s palm before gently prying hands from your face to look at Will. You cradled his face and squished his cheeks together, lovingly.

"I promised your mom that I would take care of you, all of you. And even though I thought it would be more along the lines of not burning the house down when cooking party pizzas, running from the government to find your sister, and getting hit by wackos who draw racist pictures are now a part of that deal. And I plan to keep that promise," you said, brushing away a stray tear.

"Besides we are fugitives now so we have to stick together. Okay?”

“Okay,” his voice was croaky and wavered as he willed his tears away.

“You are now appointed to the Robin of my Batman. We're for lifers now, kid." He let out a watery laugh and nodded. You felt your chest fill with warmth as you finally got him to smile and even laugh. He pulled you into a hug which you happily returned.

"Woah, dude, what about me? I thought I was your Robin?" Placing a kiss on Will's forehead, you let him go and turned around to face Argyle.

"You're the Alfred to my Bruce Wayne."

"The butler?" he sighed, slumping down into his seat. Smiling fondly, you snuggled up to him. He had wordlessly thrown his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Will is going to grow up one day and he won't need me, but I'll always need you, an Alfred, by my side."

"Aww, babe, that's so sweet," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap.

“It’s so corny,” Mike mumbled. You choose to ignore him as you felt the tension in your shoulders melt away as you closed your eyes and eased into a comfortable position. Your smile only grew as he pressed kisses to the side of your head. When his lips brushed against the tender skin, you winced but didn't attempt to move away.

"Sorry. Did that hurt?" Argyle asked, his hands caressing your arms.

"S'not too bad, your mom hits harder than— Oh my god! Your mom!" You jumped and spun around to face Argyle. It took him a second to realize that you weren't telling a joke and that you were actually talking about his mom. He’s been gone for almost two whole days and still hasn't even attempted to call home.

"I am so dead."

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The group had finally crossed the border from Nevada to Utah, and even though it was pushing midnight, you were all awake and hungry. Argyle pulled into one of the few places you knew would be open; a Waffle House.

The tired waitress greeted you all and directed you to a booth by the windows. Mike, Will, and Jonathan sat on one side while Argyle and yourself occupied the other.

You waited for the waitress to come back for your order before exchanging a dollar bill for some quarters. She then led you to where they kept their phone and gave you and Argyle some privacy.

"They might be sleeping right now. What if we call later?"

"It's Tuesday– actually, it was Tuesday ten minutes ago. Your grandma is most likely watching her favorite soap opera right now," you said as you checked your watch. He only nodded, a dazed look glazed over his eyes as he stared at the phone.

You slipped your hand into his and gave it a light squeeze. His hand was warm and clammy, but you didn't mind. You understood that he was probably shitting bricks, no doubt afraid of what his mom would say. Just as you got ready to console him, the waitress came back.

"Here you go, honey. That eye of yours looks ready to burst if you don't put any ice on it," she said, holding out a plastic bag of ice.

Your eyes widened, and you thanked her for her generosity before placing it on your throbbing eye. The skin had puffed up over the hours, but you had tried to ignore it despite the looks you were given.

Your fingers began to turn numb the longer you held your bag of ice to your bruised face. Your foot refused to stop tapping as you watched as Argyle started to dial his home phone. He looked just as nervous as you felt. Sweat slowly began to bead down his brow as he waited for the phone to be picked up.

He had the phone tilted in a way that you would also be able to hear. You stopped breathing momentarily as the line was finally picked up on the other side.

"¿Qué?" You could hear a raspy snap at you from the other end. You bit back a smile at the sound of his grandmother's voice. You figured that her program wasn't on a commercial break from how grumpy she sounded.

"Hey, grandma… it's me," Argyle said; his hand began to squeeze yours as he shut his eyes and prepared for the mayhem.

It didn't take long before there was a loud commotion heard over the line. You listened to her scream for her daughter and son to pick up the line in their room before being bombarded with questions. You could hear the mixture of Spanish and English thrown around in the form of curses and worried statements for his safety.

A smile quirked on your face as you watched Argyle try to calm his family down. He would jump from one language to another as he tried to answer almost everything that was asked.

"Where are you? The both of you? The police have been looking for you." You bit your lips and shook your head as he tried to pawn the phone off to you. He let go of your hand to cover the bottom of the phone with the palm of his hand.

"Please, babe? You're like so much better at this than I am," he begged. You only shook your head and took a step back. "They're your family. You talk to them," you whispered back. He frowned and shook his head, his hair dancing around his shoulders from his quick movement.

"Dude, you can't say that. They practically love you, maybe more than me," he whispered back. A snort had ripped out of you. You knew that his family adored you since you officially met them as his partner, but you also didn't want to get yelled at.

"Please, babe?" Argyle tried once again and lifted the phone to your ear. You could hear how upset his family was getting the more prolonged the two of you continued not to respond. Sighing, you caved into his puppy dog eyes and picked up the phone.

You only spent ten minutes on the phone since the FBI may or may not be tapped into your call. You had let them know almost everything with a few white lies thrown into the mix. You didn't want them to get targeted, but you promised all of them that you were alright and would hopefully be home sometime in the upcoming weeks.

After a few teary goodbyes and I love you's, you hung up. You could only sigh as you embraced Argyle. He held you as close as possible in his warm embrace as he digested everything. You knew that he was feeling the mode, even though he had a soft smile across his cheeks.

The waitress gave the two of you a polite smile as she passed, carrying a tray with four plates. You had a feeling that it belonged to your table, seeing as there were only three other customers littered around the diner.

"Let's go wash up?" Dragging him to the nearest bathroom, you opened the door and allowed him to enter first. The lighting was harsh compared to the one in the seating area. You had to blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted.

Wetting a paper towel, you began to clean the red paint off of his face. It was quiet between the two of you, which was a rarity. He placidly watched you through narrowed eyes as you continued to clean his face. His gaze was earnest as his eyes jumped from one eye to the other. You felt a smile unintentionally begin to crawl on your face the longer he stared.

"Close your eyes. You're making me nervous," you muttered, tilting his chin closer. He chuckled, but he still did as he was told. Smiling to yourself, you worked on getting the rest of the paint off. His hands were loosely wrapped around you and began to tap away at a random tempo as you continue your task.

It didn’t take long until you dropped the soggy paper towel carelessly on the countertop right next to your half-melted baggie of ice. Your hands had slowly wrapped around his shoulders as you were mindful of his hair. A smile grew on his face as he kept his eyes closed.

You gently nipped at his soft jaw, trying to get him to open his eyes. He was persistent even with the kisses and gentle nibbles that were left on his exposed skin. You had finally had enough as you stuck out your tongue and left a slobbery wet strip on his cleaned cheek. His nose scrunched up as he finally opened his eyes.

"Babe, at least season me first before you attempt to eat me," he joked, his nose bumping against your own.

"Oh, I want to eat you, alright," you practically purred as your hand traveled up and down his chest. A sheepish, love-sick expression settled on his face as he pulled you closer. In a smooth, fluid motion, your lips brushed against his. You practically melted into his touch as your knees grew weak. The kiss was hearty and warm and safe. It was everything and more when it came to Argyle.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned back to see his eyes once again closed. His lips were slightly parted and puckered, awaiting your lips to return. You would've leaned back in for another heart-racing kiss if it weren't for the loud rumbling sound occupying the room. A grin spread across your face as you looked down. His hands left your sides and were now on his stomach.

"Sorry, babe. Didn't realize how hungry I am," he laughed as he rubbed his aching belly. Placing your hands over his own, you leaned in for one last kiss, this time tamed, before leading him back out to the others.

Sitting back in the booth, your suspicions were correct. Your plate was pushed to the side as the others had already started eating. As you passed, you gently rubbed Will's head, which earned you a sleepy grin. Finally, digging into your meal, a comfortable silence filled the space between your group.

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Lifting your arms above your head, you stretched your sore, aching muscles out, trying to get the joints to pop. It was officially day three of being on the road, and you were getting closer to the end of your ropes. You loved and cared for each of them; Mike was slightly winning you over but not by much, however, you needed a bit of space.

You could only take a certain amount of teenage musk and the occasional flatulence before you were about to lose your mind. You didn't care what any of them had to say; you were going to get a hotel for the day and force each of them to take a shower before you left the state.

"Can't feel my butt. Can you guys feel your butt?" Argyle asked, rubbing his sore bottom. You reached over and gave his butt a firm schmack that caused him to jolt. He returned your teasing smirk with a flustered-easygoing smile as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"I can feel your butt, and I have to say it feels so very nice," you joked, reaching around him once again to get another feel, letting your hand rest on the roundness of his bum.

"You guys are so gross!" Mike groaned, walking faster to the door.

"Everyone needs to be on their best behavior. Okay?" Jonathan made direct eye contact with you and then with Argyle. Rolling your eyes, you slowly removed your hand and lifted your hands in surrender.

"Why are you looking at us when you said that?" Argyle looked taken aback that his best friends mistrust.

"I–I didn't!"

"They're just super religious," Mike said, trying to clear the air. You knew you could get a bit handsy. And Argyle– he could say some pretty wild controversial things that sometimes made a lot of sense, but it certainly wasn't the right era to discuss them.

"Yeah, and I'm super spiritual, dude," Argyle said, still confused about why he had to be mindful of what he'd say or do.

"Yeah, I think that they're spiritual too. Just in a different way." The three of them eyed the two of you one last time before they knocked. A few minutes went by before the door finally swung open. Your eyes widened at the sight of a child.

He looked as if he hadn't showered in days. You were surprised that your group looked cleaner than he did despite him living in a big house, with what you assumed running water.

"Oh. Hey? Is Suzie here?" As you all took in the grubby child, Mike was the only one willing to speak. The only reply received was a scream as the boy pulled back his bow and released a suction-cupped arrow at Mike.

"Ow," Mike exclaimed. You scoffed, seeing as it was only a toy, and it couldn't have hurt that bad since he barely moved from the hit. The boy continued to scream before he turned to run somewhere deeper into the house. You all took that as an invitation to go in.

It felt as if you had been teleported into Neverland. It was pure, unfiltered chaos. There were children everywhere you looked, doing whatever they pleased. Two children insisted on playing with swords and speaking in a medieval dialect as they dueled on a wooden table.

"This is my kind of party," Argyle smiled at the girl's use of insults as she bashed her sword against her foe. You tried to be careful as toys, and random articles of clothing were littered on the floor, just waiting to be stepped on.

"I've been bitten! Help! Help!" You jumped as a girl collapsed right next to your feet as her hands wrapped around her throat. "Beautiful performance," a boy said, his camera aimed at the girls dying face.

"Excuse me? Uh, hey, we're looking for Suzie? "Jonathan tried getting their attention but was quickly brushed off. You were sure that your eyebrows had met your hairline the longer you continued to stay in the house.

Walking into the next room, which happened to be a small kitchen, two children were standing by the stove as they stirred and chopped away. "Hi. We're looking for Suzie." Mike tried to be firm, but the girl only glared at the lot of you.

"Don't know. Don't care." Your lips kissed the skin of your teeth; the house was full of unsupervised brats. There was silence as the lights shut off. The room would've been pitched black if it wasn't for the large windows in the other room.

"Cornelius!" A girl shouted as she flicked the power back on. You all watched as she grabbed hold of the dirty boy from earlier before stomping past you all. You felt your uninjured eye twitch as she looked back at Argyle before she continued pushing Cornelius throughout the house.

You had all managed to meet her at the top of the stairs when she put her brother into time out. "Who the hell are you?" she asked. Her gaze jumped from each of your faces but lingered too long on Argyle.

"Argyle. Who are you?" Argyle asked; he had a carefree smile on his face. Your eyes flashed as you studied Argyle's expression. He looked just as jovial as he usually did when he met someone knew, but you felt something akin to jealousy. She was pretty and probably smelt a thousand times better than you did at the moment.

Your mind began to race as you gently picked at a loose thread of the hoodie you still adorned. You didn't know why a wave of insecurities washed over you the longer you watched the two interact. You were hardly ever jealous, and you trusted Argyle wholeheartedly. He would never ever cheat on you, but at the end of the day, he could always fall out of love with you.

You were grateful when Jonathan cut in, not missing the look he had sent you. You turned your head away from him to look at all the framed pictures. You only snapped out of your mini trance when you felt a large familiar warm hand on your lower back guiding you through the halls. Argyle's soft smile melted most of your negative thoughts away to the back of your mind but a few still lingered.

"You alright, babe? I lost you there for a second," he joked, but you could hear the underlying worry in his voice. "Mhm, just peachy," you said as you caught up with the rest of the group. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you step away and out of his personal bubble.

"Oh, great. She's not here." It felt wrong standing in a stranger's bedroom, no less a teenager whose only privacy was getting tainted the longer that you stood and looked around. You spent enough time with Jane (or should you start calling her El?) to know how important her room was to her, a little safe haven from the rest of the world.

"Give her a shove," Mike said, quoting Eden earlier as he began walking over to the open window. You all followed his league and stuck your head out to see if you could spot her. A girl wearing a yellow construction hat had her back facing you as she meddled with the antenna.

"Suzie?" That got the girl's attention as she looked over her shoulder to see you all peering up at her from her window.

"Who the heck are you? And what are you doing in my room?"