#argyle fic

[mydearzero]

argyle smut

Thanks for the request and input, definitely enjoyed writing this while listening to your dog bark my ears off <3 <3

Hit It | Argyle x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Argyle loves fucking you in the back of his van

Body worship, protected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f rec), smoking weed, female reader, inexperienced!argyle

1.4K words

18+ MINORS DNI

You weren't above fucking in a van. You weren't above fucking surrounded by empty pizza boxes, with the smell of pepperoni and weed lingering in the air. What you were above, however, was fucking Argyle with his choice to wear two high pigtails on the top of his head. "Stop! You look insane!" You shrieked as you laughed. 

Argyle gave a light chuckle and took the hair ties out. "Bummer, dude. I was totally going for this whole schoolgirl look the guys seem to dig." He took a hit of his blunt, the stump nearly going out. 

"Last hit for her majesty?" He turned it to you. You smiled broadly and took it from him, putting it between your lips and inhaling sharply, laying back and leaning on your elbow. The blunt burnt up, so you put it out and threw it away. 

Argyle turned to you lying on the blanket, putting his hat on the icebox beside you. He bent over you to give a quick peck to your nose, his hair clouding your vision. 

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and shifted to put it up. He did it with such ease he made your hair skills look like amateur hour. The bun he ended up with was chaotic— but a huge improvement from the double pigtail look.

You weren't exactly sure how this arrangement with Argyle even came to be. You moved to Cali and became friends with Jonathan, who, in turn, introduced you to Argyle. He gave you your first weed, you gave him his first sex. It just worked.

Argyle was a generous lover. Perhaps a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. He worshipped the ground you walked on— cherished every part of your body. At times, he would just run his hands all over you while smiling to himself. 

After an incident where you'd laid on his hair and almost snapped his neck, you started carrying extra hair ties so he could put it up when things got heated. 

Argyle took his time taking off your bottoms, wondering at your thighs and legs as he did so. He kissed your left leg from ankle to just beside your pussy, before repeating the same actions on the other side. He'd developed a recent obsession with eating you out and wanting to make you cum— Not that you were complaining. 

He gave a tentative lick between your folds, making you sigh and rest your head against a pillow that was propped up by a stack of pizza boxes. He'd become quite the expert at eating pussy throughout the weeks. Whenever he got horny, he'd claim he 'Needs practice, babe' and proceed to go down on you. A great deal, really. 

He circled your clit a couple of times before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you slowly. The music playing in the background was mellow. You loved how hanging with Argyle was always so insanely relaxing. Your hands made their way into his luscious locks, the only time you were allowed to do so being while he ate you out. You gave an encouraging tug when his fingers joined his tongue in giving you pleasure. 

"Argyle... Fuck" you moaned as he sped up, bringing you close to your release. You could feel him smile against your pussy. He just loved making you cum so, so very much. He loved watching your face as he felt your pussy clench around his tongue and fingers. Loved listening to your moans of bliss and shouts of his name as he sent you over the edge. 

Your chest heaved when you finally came down from your high, looking down to watch Argyle with that satisfied grin he only gets at times like these. "Bodacious, dude." He nodded. How he managed to stay so casual during your encounters was a miracle in itself. It was just so... So Argyle. 

He shuffled around the van for a bit, letting you catch your breath. He muttered to himself for a bit, but finally lit up and rummaged through the glove box. He fished a strip of condoms out of it and held them up to show them to you. "Safety first, amiga." 

You giggled at his proud smile, something you seemed to do often around him. He ripped one off and proceeded to shimmy out of his pants. He put on the condom, still struggling to get it right. You sat up on your knees, helping him out. You held the tip of the condom and looked up to catch his gaze when you rolled it down. 

Turned on Argyle might just be your favourite Argyle. He seemed to have this distinct level of sobriety that came with his arousal, only amplified by his high. He really lived in the moment, enjoying every single second. 

You laid back again and allowed him to position himself on top of you. You smiled as a few strands of hair escaped from the bun, tickling your skin. Argyle didn't seem to notice, too entranced with your figure beneath him. 

"You're a goddess, man." He told you matter-of-factly as he bent down to leave kisses all over your body. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly inched himself inside, relishing in the feeling. 

Yes, this was definitely your favourite Argyle. Oblivious to the world around him, enchanted by the feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick. Completely fucked out the second he got inside of you. 

He started moving, thrusting in the exact rhythm and force he knew you enjoyed. You'd never fucked anybody as obsessed with making their partner come as Argyle. It was half the fun for him, seeing you enjoy yourself on his cock. 

And enjoy, you did. His fingers made their way back to your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He rubbed in sync with his thrusts, watching you writhe at the feeling and smiling. The cooler next to you provided the perfect temperature in the California heat. 

The thrusts of his dick matched with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with the music so well that you were almost convinced he'd made a sex mixtape for the very purpose of fucking you in his van. 

Argyle was vocal during sex, telling you how beautiful you were over and over as he lost himself in satisfying you. You told him the same, but it never carried the same weight it did when he said it. He genuinely believed you were the eighth wonder of the world. 

The pitch of your voices increased along with the thrusts, Argyle finally seeking his own release. The rubber in his hair gave up, snapping in the middle of a particularly hard thrust. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, covering you. It tickled, but you didn't mind. He looked so pretty with his hair down, pure bliss on his face as he stilled and came. 

His fingers sped up, making you scream his name once more before your second orgasm hit you. Argyle hissed as you tightened around him, pulling out immediately out of overstimulation. He gave you another peck on your nose, pulling his hair away from your body and lying beside you in the cramped space in the back of the van. 

He removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can in the front of the van. "Oh, I totally missed, bro" he grumbled, the condom hitting the driver's seat. You chuckled at his actions as he shrugged. A problem for later. 

He rummaged around the pizza boxes, finding a cold piece that had probably been there since that afternoon. He put the slice to your mouth, allowing you to take a bite. It wasn't too bad. 

"Let's just veg out for a bit, man." He spoke up as he munched on the pizza. You nodded in agreement before smiling and turning to him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. If you could stay like this, fucked out, enjoying pizza while still slightly high with Argyle by your side, you wouldn't change it for the world. 

[billyslittledolly]

Videotapes (A)

Warning(s); smut!! 18+ only!! Male Masturbation, voyeurism, slight sub argyle, talk of teeth brushing, some fluff.

Pairing(s); Argyle x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; your boyfriend sends you something special after not seeing you.

A/n; there’s no mentions to readers gender however I wrote for Fem! Reader so this is open for gn readers as well! This is a modern au!!

Might write a part 2 if it’s wanted!!

You missed your boyfriend. Terribly, horribly, earth shatteringly, missed him. You just couldn’t ignore your family’s dinner though and the rule is no phones regardless of who. You hadn’t even been gone 6 days and you missed him.

Your family’s yearly vacation came around but since they don’t like argyle they refused to pay for him come. Even with you working extra hours you couldn’t save enough to pay for him too, so here you are, on a beach in Italy, without your boyfriend.

You knew argyle was upset that you couldn’t talk to him, or that he couldn’t come. You just weren’t expecting him to send you a video.

You waited until you were back in your house,inside your room,away from your parents, to play it. Coming from argyle you already knew it was gonna be something stupid.

You watched as your boyfriends thick shirt covered chest came into veiw as he was complaining about his computer. “I unplugged my PC by accident, just a sec!” He spoke as if you were really in the phone.

Finally, your boyfriends pretty face came onto screen and he smiled positioning his phone on his desk so he could sit back on the edge of his bed. You could see practically his whole body just past his knees.

Argyle rambled for a few minutes before getting to his point. “I take offense to the fact that you chose to leave me for some crappy dinner with your family by the way.” He sat back a little further. “Your loving, devoted, handsome boyfriend hasn’t seen you in almost a week you know.” He went on to talk about how he missed you and your body making your cheeks flush.

You sat your phone on your bed stand while you stepped into the en-suite bathroom. “I miss you being in control” you tied your hair up preparing to clean your face. “The night before you left I was more,….,dominate” you washed off the soap and got your toothbrush ready unintentionally tuning out argyles video.

“Ah…shit” he groaned and it caused you to choke on your toothpaste spitting the bubbly white liquid out. You must’ve misheard it, “I miss you so,…,mmn,…,so much.” You quickly washed your mouth clean and rushed to pick up your phone.

On screen was argyle furiously fisting his cock, it was red and leaking. It looked almost painful. Argyle had mentioned on the phone he hadn’t been able to get off without you because of work and school. You had no idea he was so pent up, poor baby. Your heart hurt almost seeing him so needy for you.

The hurt was quickly replaced with arousal as his moans turned into needy, desperate whines. “I-if you were here you’d be r-riding me and telling me-…calling me a good boy” he whimpered out.

Argyle’s hips jumped up into his fist “can still feel your pussy dripping around me….want it so bad.” His eyes closed and he leans his head back, hair falling off his shoulder. He starts to chant your name over and over while his fist only picks up speed. “Fuck I miss you…can’t wait for you to be back!” He gasps out.

Argyle let’s out a loud whine as white ropes start to coat his hand and stain his black shirt. Once he’s calmed back down he chuckles “wanted to give you a gift,miss you.” and the screen goes black.

You huff, your cheeks now red, your underwear now wet,and your want to ditch your family and go back home that much stronger.

[wroteclassicaly]

I’m having my first solid Argyle thought…

Laying in bed with him after he gave you mind blowing head and you pulled his hair into knots from how hard you held on. Your hand on his chest, his fingers tickling down your naked back, passing his special palm tree delight back and forth with you. He’s content, leaning his head into a tilt to ask you, “You good, my girl? Wasn’t too much, was it?”

[deepseaorchid]

Homesick - Argyle x Byers!Reader

Summary - After a phone call with Nancy, you find yourself missing Hawkins and your life back in Indiana more and more. As your mood starts to sour, and the weather gets colder your brother's best friend is by your side to cheer you up.

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings: None, slight hurt/fluff

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“What do you mean you’re not coming to California!” You nearly yelled into the phone. The blue phone coil you were twirling between your fingers abruptly stopped.

“It's just, I’m so busy with the paper, I don’t think I have time!” Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler responded, sounding equally as exasperated as you.

“But we planned this for so long. I even made the trundle bed for you!” You whined.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I might be able to come for summer, though. Plus, Mike’ll be there. You could hang out with him if you want?” Nancy said. You sighed.

“I suppose, but it isn’t the same without you…” You trailed off. You heard Nancy sigh on the other end of the phone. You made a mental note to apologize to her later for this.

“I have to go now Y/N, but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Sure, see you later.” You tried to make your voice as chirpy as possible, but you don’t think Nancy bought it. Hanging up the phone, you flopped on your bed and screamed into your pillow.

Moving from Hawkins, Indiana to sunny Lenora Hills in California was a difficult adjustment to make. Truthfully, you had anticipated the move to be a bit easier than it actually was. You had been able to make some acquaintances, but not like the ones you left back in Hawkins. You missed dropping in on Steve and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. You remembered fondly how they would go on break early just to chat with you. You missed fooling around with your friends in their cars after school, and the parties that you never liked, but went to anyway because your friends were going. And most importantly, you missed your childhood best friend, Nancy Wheeler.

A knock at your bedroom brings you back to reality.

“Y/N, Argyle’s gonna be here in a few minutes. You nearly ready?” Your brother Jonathan’s voice rang out from behind the door. You felt your heart drop. You had been so caught up in your own world that you hadn’t even checked the time. 

“Shit, one second!” You yelled back at Jonathan, scrambling to make the bed and straighten the pillows. Your brother’s sigh was audible through the closed door. You heard his footsteps get further from the door as he made his way back downstairs while you scrambled to throw on a decent outfit. There wasn’t time for breakfast, you were already going to be late. Your mother, Joyce had made your favourite pancakes that day. You frown, thinking about how you had to miss out on them.

Your timing was impeccable. As you flung your bedroom door open, you heard the sound of Argyle’s beat up yellow pizza van pull up. A long and drawn out beep from the horn followed. 

“Y/N, let’s go! Now!” Your older brother snapped at you. You swore at him under your breath, grumbling to yourself as you made your way downstairs. Seeing you, El nodded to greet you as you hoisted your backpack onto your shoulders. You returned her nod and joined your two brothers outside. Will was already climbing in the van. Argyle spotted you as you left the house, locking the door behind you.

“Hey dude, what’s got you looking so bummed out?” Jonathan’s best friend, Argyle smiled at you. You hadn’t even realized you wore a frown on your face as you left. “Nothing,” you mumbled as you got in the van and climbed into your spot in the back beside Will. You usually struck up banter with Jonathan and Argyle on the way to school, but after that phone call with Nancy, you didn’t want to joke around this morning.

You’d never admit it to Jonathan, but you liked Argyle, and you'd liked him since Jonathan first started hanging out with him. He was sweet and cute. He was good company to have around, and sometimes when Jonathan brought him over to your house, you hung out with the two of them and smoked, or played "golf." Usually, you would do anything to get to spend more time with Jonathan’s pizza-delivering best friend, but today you wanted to be left alone more than anything.

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Argyle called back, making eye contact with you in the front mirror. You said nothing and just turned to look out the side window.

“Ignore her,” Jonathan said. Argyle nodded and started the van’s engine. Jonathan and Y/N both remarked on the drive to school that this was the first drive since they arrived in Lenora Hills that Argyle hadn’t blasted his music. The drive to school was silent that day.

...

School was awful. You couldn’t concentrate at all. The phone call with Nancy and the memories of all of your friends kept replaying in your head over and over again. They were probably having tons of fun back in Hawkins without you. The longer you thought about it, the more your mood soured. By the time the final bell rang, you had had enough. There was nothing you wanted more than to plug in your walkman and go home.

To clear your head, you pulled your headphones and walkman out of your backpack and pressed play. It was a mixtape Jonathan had gifted you for your birthday earlier that year. You took a deep breath and began the long walk home. Even though Argyle was always enthusiastic to give you a ride home, you would much prefer the solitude of walking that day.

Unfortunately, the walk home was much longer than anticipated. The sky had transitioned from pale blue, to golden orange, to deep indigo. You could feel yourself beginning to shiver. Nights in the desert were incredibly cold.

You curled your fingers into the sleeves of the sweater you wore, desperate to preserve some warmth. You were still a fair distance away from your house. As your legs burned from all the walking, you closed your eyes. You wished you’d gone home in Argyle’s van. You could have listened to music with him and ranted about your friend not coming to California.

A long, drawn out beep sounded from behind you, and bright lights flooded your vision, snapped you from your thoughts. You squinted, shielding your eyes from the light.

“Oops, sorry dude,” a familiar voice rang out. The lights abruptly shut off. As you blinked your eyes, giving them time to adjust, you made out the outline of Argyle and his van. A wave of relief washed over you instantly and your stomach flipped.

“Need a ride?” He called out to you

“Yes please,” your voice croaked out, barely more than a whisper. Argyle threw the passenger door open for you, and you climbed in beside him. This never happened. Jonathan always sat beside Argyle. You offered him a half-smile that didn’t meet your eyes and a shaky “thanks.”

“Holy shit bro, you’re freezing!” Argyle remarked, brushing your hand. He quickly took off his colourful striped jacket, wrapping it around your frame. You hugged it to your body and sighed, taking in the faint smell of weed and cologne.

“What the hell were you doing walking in the cold! Did you not wanna ride in the van or something?” Argyle asked, watching you closely. You stared straight ahead at the dashboard.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just..” You felt yourself trail off. A period of silence washed over the two of you, neither daring to say a word. After what felt like hours, you took a deep breath.

“I miss Hawkins. I miss everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with you but you’re Jonathan’s friend, not mine.” Argyle stared down at his hands on the steering wheel at those words. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face so you drew a deep breath and continued.

“I miss seeing my friends back in Hawkins. I don’t think I’ve made any real friends in California. Back in Hawkins, I was somebody, but here? I feel like nobody. Oh! And to make matters worse, my best friend told me earlier today that she won’t be coming to California this spring break anymore. I just don't know what to do,” you finished, defeat dripping from your voice and dumping your head in your hands. Argyle took a deep breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.” And like that, the van is plunged back into silence. 

After a moment, Argyle spoke up again. “Listen dude, I know we don’t know each other very well but, I want to get to know you better.” You lifted your head to look at Argyle, meeting his gaze. His warm dark eyes softened as they looked at you, face illuminated only by the dim streetlight now.

“Tomorrow, you and me, let’s go somewhere together.” He smiled kindly.

“But what about Jonath-” “He isn’t coming. This’ll be just for us bro.” He cut you off, stating matter-of-factly. You didn’t even know how to respond, but there was no stopping the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, and the rising heat in your skin. Argyle’s colourful shirt suddenly felt too warm.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Argyle started the van. Watching the houses roll past and catching Argyle stealing multiple glances at you made your smile grow wider and wider.

“That smile looks good on you dude. I want to see it more”

...

Argyle walked you up the path towards your house. The crickets’ chirping died out as you approached the door.

“What time tomorrow?” You asked, picking at your fingernails, suddenly very nervous.

“Oh uh, I was thinking maybe 1ish?” Argyle asked. You nodded in agreement. “Where’re we going?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “That’s a surprise,” Argyle chuckled, playfulness laced in his voice. He looked down at his blue shoes as silence engulfed the two of you again. “I should get inside. Mom’s probably worried about me,” You gestured to the door, your mind instantly thinking of your mom’s worried expression.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow dude.” Argyle waved before turning on his heels and walking back down the pathway. You contemplated your next move for half a second. It was now or never.

“Argyle!” You called out to him. He turned to face you to see you barrelling towards him. Knocking the wind out of him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed. You could hear his heartbeat speed up as he cautiously wrapped his arms around you. If you could, you would stay like that with him forever. The two of you continued to hold each other, not wanting to break from the other’s embrace yet. Sighing slowly, you pulled away. “Thanks.” You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. Argyle said nothing, a mixture of confusion and bliss across his face. You turned and walked to the front door and entered, feeling Argyle’s eyes on the back of your head the whole way up until you closed the door.

You slumped against the door, the dim light from the kitchen illuminating your goofy wide-toothed smile.

“What's got you so happy?.” You turned to see Will looking at you from the stairs.

“Nothing,” you giggled. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal that Nancy wasn’t coming to California.

“Is that Argyle’s shirt?” Your brother Jonathan squinted at you. Busted.

[toomanybandstocare]

{Love Will Tear Us Apart, Joy Division}

Program: Argyle is a ray of sunshine that envelopes everyone in his warmth and softness. Everyday, you have the privilege to bask in his light and enjoy the high his shares. When thunder heads roll in and cloud your senses, one night tips you over the edge of no return and shatters everything you so dearly care for.

Pairing: Best friend! Argyle x Best friend, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive/NSFW??? IDK

Warnings: Weed, Make out sess, Straddling (Reader on top), A single swear, Memory of drinking a beer, Pet Name (Honey), Long term miscommunication trope, A hint of casual dom! Argyle ????

Length: 2360w

Series Program | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Camper Tag: @billyslittledolly @staygoldwriting

Thunder rumbles and lurks behind dark storm heads outside of Argyle and Johnathan’s shared apartment. Sopping wet rain coats and boots pile beside the entry way as hushed laughter warms the late hours of the night. Wandering hands pull you further into the dark hallway as you push off Argyle’s denim overshirt.

“Gotta be quiet, alright?” Argyle lays his pointer finger on your lips to try to stop the trickle of chuckles falling. Although, he’s not much better with his smile lighting up the small corridor. The twinkle in his eye that catches your breath. How soft he holds you with his calloused hands. You could easily spend the rest of your days admiring Argyle as a work of art.

“Why did Johnathan skip tonight?” you mumble against his jaw and lightly hold onto the hem of his graphic tee. The scent of pine wood and rain make you go lightheaded as his skin warms you.

Argyle shrugs and pulls you into his cluttered room, “Nancy’s coming tomorrow. Guess they get some sort of holiday special to Boston? Something historical and important, I’m sure”. Snickers break the silence of Argyle’s room. Turning on the fairy lights strung up along the ceiling, Argyle kicks the stray clothes laying on the floor to the side before flopping onto his bed.

Posters scatter the wall ranging from Back to the Future to Queen. A simple full bed takes up most of the room with the exception of a homemade night stand, dresser, and desk that basically connect as one surface in the corner. The first week of your sophomore year of college, you found yourself drinking a beer with the boys as Argyle built some pieces of furniture to fill up his new apartment room. Beginning your first semester a year later, the tables are covered with books, pencils, journals, and each has their respective lava lamp. Even though the worn wood slab door sign declares this space “Argyle’s Hideaway”, it’s become your hidey hole just as much.

“C’mere, honey,” he grunts while reaching for the rolling tray on the bottom shelf of the nightstand.

You habitually turn on the lava lamps and a warm light show of blues, greens, and oranges cast over the room. A crack of lightning outside of the window reveals the stream of pelting water that targets anything in its vicinity. You weren’t going anywhere tonight. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, you think to yourself.

As Argyle focuses on rolling a few joints to share, you move to the corner of the room where his dresser sits to put on a record. Shuffling through the small stack he keeps, you hum when you find the perfect album. The drop and scratch from the record needle hums through the room before Joy Division crackles through the shitty little speakers.

“Honey.” Argyle drags out with a joint placed between his plush lips. He tilts his head to gesture you over to join him. A little pout causes flutters to sting inside of you.

Careful to toe over the abandoned shoes and lonely hoodie laying in your path, you shuffle over to the bed and sit cross legged in front of Argyle. 

“Nope,” Argyle places the tray on the stand, and pulls you into his lap. Your breath hitches as you practically straddle him.

“Argyle,” you hiss and arch your back away while trying to push off of him. “What the hell,” you swallow the lump constricting your throat. The palms of his hands pull you back against his chest, so you feel his quiet laughter bubble. A couple of clicks before a hissing sound announces the evening’s activities start.

You crane your neck and rest against his shoulder to watch Argyle the first hit. His pillowy lips carefully hold the joint in place as he inhales. Eyelashes flutter when he closes his eyes to relax in familiar ritual. Parting his lips, he sighs in content with a small wisp of smoke. Argyle’s velvet, brown eyes peer down at you through the soft curtain of lashes.

“You alright? Hardly said a word since we got back from cram sess, and your face is all warm,” his voice quietly rasps. He casually parts your lips with his thumb before placing the roll between your lips. Your shoulder burns as waves of warmth strike through you as his other hand squeezes your waist.

Caught up in the Argyle’s touch, smoke tickles your throat before choking you. Coughs rattles through you and tears well in your eyes.

“Shit, hold on,” Argyle pulls a way and causes a whine to pull from your mouth as well that sets off another coughing spree. He bends over the bed and returns fumbling with a water bottle, “Here, okay. Take it easy, honey. It’s okay- it happens to the best of us”. Argyle grasps the back of your neck and helps you drink some water. The pit of embarrassment deepens when you splutter from a final cough and water spills.

“Fuck,” you heave and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Didn’t mean to get water all over your bed. Do you have a shirt or something I can change into?” You pull at the soggy shirt that clings to your body, and when your eyes dart to meet Argyle’s, you weren’t expecting him to be intently taking you in.

“Dingus,” you slightly raise your voice, “Earth to Argyle? Shirt? Something to not make me cold? That I can wear to bed?” 

Argyle snaps out of his daze and gulps as he stumbles out of bed, “Uh, yeah. One sec- wait. Bed? My bed?” His voice raises slightly at the thought. His cheeks burn as he swallows his excitement while pulling out a band shirt from the dresser.

A tremor of thunder shakes the building as white light blinds the window. The heavy downpour of rain engulfs all that stand in its way. Droplets pound against the window panes and echo through the room. None of that causes the flood of tingles biting at Argyle. No it’s you- his best friend- who sits so nicely on his bed with a damp shirt asking for one of his own to sleep in.

“I feel like that answers for me,” you weakly joke, “Shirt, please?” You move from the bed and trade the joint for the shirt in his hand. Lightly pushing him away and towards the bed, you shiver as Argyle’s arm brushes your own. Butterflies flurry your stomach and make their way to tickle your heart.

Trying to force himself to breathe, Argyle pushes onto the bed and lazily lights the roll again for another hit. The faint buzz of THC only vaguely clouds his mind as he tries to stay focused on anything but the soggy shirt that grips to your skin. Or how small droplets trail down the plane of your back and creep closer to your waistband. Would you shiver if he ran his hands down your back like that? Or would you squirm? Argyle’s heart hammers in his chest when he sneaks a peek and sees you pulling on his shirt.

When you turn around, Argyle desperately tries to play it cool. Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of water and grabs the tray as you fall into bed once again. He closes the bottle and tosses it to the foot of the bed as he shifts to his side. His eyes catch how his shirt easily drags up and shows a little peak of your hip bone.

Bouncing against the bed, you land on your side with a soft thump, “By the way, while Nancy is visiting, you’re more than welcome to pop by my place at any time. More of a gift for Johnathan than escape for you”. Taking the joint once more, you breathe in the light musky herb and settle into the warm duvet beneath you. 

“Perfect,” Argyle breathes out at the same time a little smoke cloud kisses your lips, “Hey, um- you want to try something?”

You quirk your eyebrow. Curiously eyeing his fidgeting fingers and watch as he hesitantly fiddles with the hem of your new favorite shirt to wear. “Like what,” you whisper. The pounding of rain deafens the music as you drown in Argyle’s blissed out gaze. His deep eyes flicker from your own to your parted lips.

“You have to promise that if this doesn’t end up working out, that we’ll still be best friends,” Argyle scooches closer to you and presses his chest against your own. Hearts hammering against each other, Argyle can’t tell if it’s the curves and planes of your body so close to him that makes him spiral or the fear of losing you. 

Shivers tingle where Argyle drapes one of his legs over yours and wraps an arm to hold the back of your neck. Even the sweetest of daydreams didn’t come close to what it feels like to be held in Argyle’s embrace.

Tender warmth floods your chest and licks at your cheeks. You let yourself to be pulled into his enticing gaze.

Callous fingertips tease you as he lazily traces little doodles across your skin. Wondering how they would feel if you let them wander, knots fill your stomach in anticipation.

Every muscle twitches in response to your body. Pride blooms with your smirk from how Argyle reacts to being so close to you.

“What did you have in mind?” you ghost your lips over his jaw.

Argyle swallows a groan and begs, “You have to promise me, honey”.

Hovering over his lips, you feel his hot breath when he bites down on his bottom lip. With a pang, you instantly recognize the stoner’s nervous habit.

Before Argyle can even subconsciously think about poking his tongue out, everything stops when you dart your tongue across his chapped lips. Watching you frozen in place, Argyle struggles to process that you crossed the line so easily when he’s fumbling around it. Only when you bite down lightly and take his bottom lip between your own teeth does he snap out of his daze. A deep groan rumbles past his tongue, and Argyle pulls you impossibly closer- practically straddling on top of him.

Leaning down, you admire how stunning Argyle looks with his hair fanning across the pillows and how his chest heaves from such a little tease. “There has not been a day that I didn’t trust you, sunshine,” you affirm, gently holding his face in your hands. “What did you want to try,” you ask.

Shakily holding the joint to his lips, Argyle watches as the lighter faintly illuminates you in the softest glow. How alive you seem to look as you peer down at him. Though the confident expression that paints your face makes him feel hot, Argyle feels how jumpy you are as you squeeze your thighs around him. Tapping your thigh to try to comfort you, Argyle drags his hand up your body, desperately trying to commit to memory how you feel, just in case this does blow up in his face in the morning.

As his hand leaves your side, he pulls a quiet whine from your mouth, “Argyle, please”. 

You barely register the small pressure his other hand places on the back of the neck, not needing his guidance. Closing the gap between the pair of you, you drink in the intoxicating sensation of his THC kisses. Your mouths slowly move together as you begin to ease into each other's touch. The familiar reassurance of his hand returns to your hip as he paws at your body. Both wanting to drown in how you feel in your hands. His jaw bone juts against your hold when Argyle sloppily deepens the kiss. Smoke snakes past your throat and roots itself to burn your lungs as they beg for relief. 

With a wet click, you pull away from Argyle and admire the view. Glowing underneath the shifting shades of warm hues from the lava lamps, Argyle looks up at you with a dopey smile. Lips swollen and slightly raw, you swoop down and place a chaste kiss to his lips while you each catch your breath.

“I was right,” Argyle sighs. Both his hands firmly rest on your hips and press little circles into the soft skin he easily lets himself crave.

“Right about what?” you ask as you lay down on his chest, settling in for the night.

“You are honey,” Argyle hums while he places the tray and smoldering joint onto the night stand’s teetering pile. “Super sweet and leaves me wanting more,” he teasingly nips at your cheekbone.

You shoot up trying to put space between your bodies as both of you burst into laughter. “You’re disgusting, Argyle. Absolutely awful,” you squeal.

His arms tighten around you as bubbles of excitement sting you. When did his feelings change to match your growing crush? The thought of lost time can’t even dampen your sunny hideaway as Argyle rolls you onto the bed, so you face each other.

Your foreheads brush together as you try to lay as close together. His breath tickles your nose when they accidentally bump causing a chorus of giggles.

“I trust you completely as well, you know,” Argyle’s low voice makes something stir in you. “I, um, was wondering if you- if I didn’t read into things just now- if you wanted to make this a thing?” he nervously suggests. He really just wants to be able to enjoy casual intimacy with someone he trusts, and he can’t believe you’re even musing the idea. Let alone with him.

“There’s no one else I’d want to be with than you, sunshine,” you beam. Your heart soars, unable to believe that Argyle wants to date you. You didn’t think he would ever want to have a relationship. Let alone one with you.

Countless nights sat in the boys’ apartment, you watched a movie with Johnathan while your heart broke when you saw Argyle walk his weekend partner to the door. Nights that now mean nothing as your heart sings in his arms finally feeling at home.

[porchlightfairy]

why have I as an Argyle lover failed to see the potential of dad!Argyle?! Him with a little girl. That large man with a little girl on his hip. Wearing tutus in public so she isn’t embarrassed to wear hers. She has a makeup/face paint kit and he is her test subject. Hair is full of barrettes and scrunchies. Friendship bracelets up his arms because she makes so many. Knowing full choreographies of boy bands to dance with her. They are practically attached at the hip. And it’s probably because he would climb into her crib at night when she couldn’t sleep. He’ll sing to her all the time and cries every time it sinks in that she is growing up.

[jonathanbiers]

from the tone of your voice,

pairing: argyle/steve harrington rating: m chapters: 1/1 words: 4,449 tags: alternate universe - modern setting, no upside down, roommates, bisexual steve harrington, pansexual argyle, touch-starved steve harrington, smoking, shotgunning, almost kissing, sexual tension

“It’s good advice, man. It’s, like, impossible not to make out once you’re that close—looking into each other’s eyes, breathing the same air. ‘S intimate shit.” Steve watches the smoke escape from Argyle’s mouth as he speaks, the way the light from the kitchen outlines his side profile. “It’s not impossible,” he counters, holding out his hand. Argyle hasn’t offered him the joint yet, but he always shares. Always. Until now, it seems, because Argyle doesn't move at all, just looks at Steve with an eyebrow raised in a challenge. “Yeah? Prove it, then.”

tagging those who've asked to be tagged and those who i've talked to about this: @himboharringtxn @bayouteche @dangerdenim @sharpbutsoft @skeletoneddie

[chaseadrian]

graze, blaze, haze

—day 4. shotgunning // [kinktober masterlist] Argyle doesn't care that you don't know how to use a bong, and he definitely doesn't care when his lips touch yours. Except, he really does, and so do you.

pairing. argyle/f!reader wc. 2.2k tags. 18+ ONLY, facesitting, making out, first kiss, marijuana use, friends to lovers, nipple play, blowjobs, premature ejaculation

“It just seems overly complicated to me. Can’t you make like, brownies or something? I’d rather eat my drugs.”  

Argyle sits between your legs on the floor, a green pipe with scattered burn marks on the glass in his lap, “No can do, my friend, not unless I want the Byers’ kitchen to smell rank for a week.” 

You tug a little too hard on the brush in your hand, catching a knot at the back of his head, but he doesn’t give sign of irritation or even acknowledgement. You comb your fingers through the strands where the knot was, a little pang of guilt in your chest. If he felt the pull, he would’ve ignored it anyway.

Argyle was the first guy in your life to even let you touch his hair, much less take a pair of scissors to it. Steve would run screaming, Eddie wanted his wild and unkempt, nothing but soap and water allowed, and you wouldn’t dare try to undermine Joyce’s home haircuts, no matter how dated they were becoming. 

No, he was the first, and it’d become so commonplace that he felt comfortable enough spinning out of his mind on his west coast weed while you held sharp scissors to his hair. 

You’re spinning out on your own right now, butterflies thumping in your stomach as he sits against you, an arm thrown over your knee. That was another thing about him, the touch. The puritanical culture of Hawkins—with hands by your side and prayers to stave off temptation—was antithetical to Argyle’s whole deal. He didn’t think twice about wrapping an arm around your shoulder, or pressing his palms into your cheeks during an anxious tirade. It was hard not to take it for something more than what it was, your heart in your throat every time he made contact. 

“I’m telling you I literally can’t do it, then.” You say, smoothing your hand over his hair, trailing the brush as it breaks through what few knots he has, “I always forget to move my finger or hold my breath too long or inhale an ember and have a full breakdown because I think there’s a hole burned in my throat. I just like, can’t use a fucking bong or pipe or anything.” 

You set the brush down, letting out a frustrated sigh, and he pats the side of your knee, “Hey, no worries, I got you.” 

He leans down and takes a long pull from the pipe, twisting around to face you, his hand coming to the back of your head, bringing you close. Without conscious effort, your jaw drops and he leans in just enough to blow the smoke into your mouth, his bottom lip grazing yours as he turns away. As if that’s the most normal thing in the world. As if you can’t feel the heat from his mouth still on your lips. As if you aren’t frozen in place while your nerves shake more from the intoxication of Argyle’s lips than the effects of the smoke. 

Several minutes pass in silence, his head resting on your inner thigh, thumb scraping at the loose threads of torn denim on your knee. You grab the brush and start combing his hair out again, shaking off the moment, reorienting yourself in friendship. You can deal with the longing and the butterflies, maybe, probably. 

At the very least, you can survive as long as things stay at the same level as they've been. Your hands on his hair, him comfortable between your legs.

“You want more?” He asks after several more minutes of calm silence, and you consider saying no, but there’s a light buzz under your skin that makes you say, “Yeah, uh, yeah, totally.” 

You brace yourself this time, squeezing the brush handle tight in your fingers, mouth open a little wider, hopefully a failsafe against his lips touching yours. 

When he brings you down this time, though, you don’t keep them open. You close them for a kiss. 

It’s a small peck, barely there, but he stares at you with surprise, and the smoke escapes when his lips fall open, a quiet ‘woah’ in the air between you. You watch his eyes flick up, can almost actually see the gears turning in his brain, and just as you’re leaning back away from him, he starts to smile. 

It turns into a full grin, his eyes glassy and shining, staring blatantly at your lips. 

You both slip into the next moments with ease, leaning down to kiss him again, mouth warm and bitter and soft. He kicks over the bong as you slide into his lap, murky water and gray ashes spilling onto your carpet. 

“Shit, sorry, dude,” He tries to break from you to clean it up, but you pull a dirty shirt from behind you on the floor and throw it over the mess. 

“Literally don’t care.” You speak against his mouth, leaving space between kisses for him to relax back into it. 

“You sure?” He asks, his eyes still fixed on the lump under the shirt. 

“Mhm.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the soft curve of his jaw, and finally you feel him melt into you. 

His hand rests over your thigh, fingers pressing into the jeans, and he slides down to the crook of your knee, pulling you closer in his lap. He isn’t firm with his touch, more a guiding hand than a driving force, but you curl entirely into him, your arms slung around his neck. 

It’s quickly apparent that he’s content to follow your lead, his tongue only slipping into your mouth after you’ve pushed yours into his, his hand only running over your breast once you’ve put it there. 

You pull back, “Argyle.” 

His lips are plump and red, and he’s surprised to break away from the kiss, his voice full of air, “Huh, yeah, what?” 

“You sure you’re in the right headspace for this?” You ask, running your hand down his arm. 

“Y—yeah, no, I’m—I’m—” He starts nodding, his eyes wide, hands pressing firmer against you. There’s nothing to read off him but enthusiasm, and he welcomes you back to his mouth with a full, open mouthed kiss. It’s sloppy and wet, and you want more. You both fall into a sloven, messy rhythm, your mouths too busy to care what your hands are doing until the clothes on your body become restrictive. 

Your shirt is the first to go, breasts dropping from under the oversized tee, and Argyle’s hands come quickly over them. He palms them like dough, runs his knuckles over your nipples until they’re taut, the focus that was on your mouth centers instead on your breasts. You don’t know that anyone has marveled at you like this before. 

“Unreal,” He whispers, interrupted by a giggle as you slip your hands under his shirt. 

You smile at him as you take the layers off, “Ticklish?” 

He holds back a laugh, pursing his lips and tilting his head up at you, “I may very well be.” He says, fingertips make their way over your skin until it’s you that can’t help giggling.

“Oh, ticklish?” He mocks, and you wrap your arms around his bare chest, bringing him back for another kiss. 

The heat of his chest on yours is unbearable, and it’s not long before you’re both down to your underwear. 

You straddle him on the floor, one hand grabbing at the warm flesh of his biceps as his arms lay flat beside his head. You lean over him on one elbow, fingers knotted at the top of his hair, sucking hickeys into his neck. His moans are loud sighs rather than palpable noises, breath shaking and uneven. The firm print of his dick under his boxers grows against your pelvis, and you press down into him, backing away to watch how his features shift. The slow grind of your hips has him grabbing at your breasts again, and he pulls you up to his mouth, sucking kisses around the flesh before his lips close over your nipple. 

He swirls his tongue over the pebbled skin, flicking back and forth, a quiet hum vibrating over your skin from the back of his throat. His hands come down to your ass, and he pulls back from you, licking his bottom lip, and almost lifting you up to his face. 

“Ope, wait, shit,” You topple over as he tries to bring you closer, catching yourself with a hand on his shoulder. He offers a lopsided smile, and an earnest, “Woah, my bad,” his fingers tapping along your inner thigh. 

You stand up beside him and slide the panties off, swallowing hard before you kneel back down over him. This isn’t something you know about from anything other than the jeering ‘hey, sit on my face, sweetheart!’ comments you’d gotten from boys growing up. They felt more like a mockery than a genuine proposition, but Argyle’s hands rest delicate atop the front of your thighs, and he encourages you to settle down against his mouth. 

His tongue slips between your lips, flat over the wet stripe of skin, just nicking the top of your clit. Almost immediately, the pressure is insurmountable, and you let your weight drop a little more. He starts slow, with lazy licks up and down, side to side, just slicking you up with spit. 

You lean back and rest your hands on either side of his stomach, fingers firm in the plush skin, letting your head fall as he works you. He tilts his head forward, prodding the tip of his tongue against your clit, quick circles around the bundle of nerves, a kiss here and there. His touch is intentional, if a bit hesitant, but you can feel his confidence grow as you push harder into him, almost forgetting to care if you’re suffocating him. 

Sharp spikes flock up your body as the pressure mounts, and you lean forward to grind on his face, firm tongue laid flat over your cunt. Again, he’s ready to let you take the lead, but a few well placed licks send you careening into your orgasm, hips sputtering on top of him. He nuzzles his face deeper between your legs as you ride through it, shaking his head back and forth, and you squirm over him trying to get away. 

It’s now that he holds you, arms wrapping around your thighs, not letting up until he can hear you trying to catch your breath. 

You fall backwards, your head at his waist, hands rubbing over your face with exasperated groans. 

“You good?” He asks, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. Any nerves he’d had coming into this were well on their way out. 

“Yeah, fuck, good.” Lifting your hand in the air, you shoot him a thumbs up before rolling off onto the floor, the carpet colder than your bare stomach. You fold your arms in front of you and tilt your head to look at him, catching sight of the wet patch on his underwear. 

“I—uh, well,” He clears his throat and watches you push up onto your knees. 

“Are you all good?” You ask, slipping two fingers under the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down to release his softening erection. 

“Totally, super good,” His voice catches in his throat when you drag your tongue over his dick. It twitches while you continue to lap up the sticky, salty cum that’s dribbled down the tip, and Argyle lets his head fall back with a thud! before combing a hand through his hair.

You take him entirely in your mouth, surprised at his length, but willing to choke on it for whatever residual bit of pleasure you’re giving him. His fingers play at the back of your head, wanting but not willing to push you down. He threads them instead between strands of hair, quiet, airy moans and involuntary spasms spurring you on. 

More than content on your knees, content with the feeling of his hand grazing down your skull, you decide to yourself that the only stopping point here is when his dick starts to soften. You squeeze at his inner thighs with one hand, breaking your lips away to kiss marks that’ll be visible when he wears shorts. You don’t feel entitled to claim him as yours, there’s weed and adrenaline running through you both, but it doesn’t feel like a one-off. Wrapping your lips around him again, you press your tongue to his underside as you bob up and down, moist suction sending tangible shivers through his body. 

He taps at your shoulder, and you look up to see him staring slack jawed at the ceiling. 

“Yeah?” You mutter, wiping your mouth. 

“Maybe I’m not in the right headspace anymore,” His voice is flat, eyes wide, breathing heavy, “Think I’m like, way far out beyond any headspace.” 

You laugh, and drag a blanket from your bed, throwing it over your bare bodies. 

He slides a hand under you, still staring blankly at the ceiling as you curl up to him. 

“Argyle?” You tilt your head to look at him, and he hums. 

“That was like…okay, right?” 

The question breaks him from his stupor, and he looks at you with gaping awe, blinking a few times before he speaks, “That was so far past okay, I don’t know how I lived without it, know what I mean.” 

You press a kiss to his jaw, and settle into him, “Yeah, absolutely I do.” 

[crappymixtape]

crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month toward the end of the month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ♥️ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and reblog! xoxo.

♥️ she drives me crazy – @upsidedownwithsteve ( your time with steve as counselors at summer camp, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ confessions in the rain – @plainemmanem ( to steve you are everything, steve harrington x reader, angst / fluff, warning: mentions of low self-esteem )

♥️ we fell in love at the end of the world – @1986harrington ( injured steve gets patched up in the shower, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ sweet – @katsu28 ( finally mustering up the courage to talk to the cute boy at Scoops Ahoy turns into something much sweeter than just the ice cream, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ first kiss in the rain – @familyvideostevie ( your first kiss with steve in the rain, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ whip it! – @schoopsahoy ( steve gets forced into taking the kids to the new roller rink, but he doesn’t mind so much once he meets you. basically just steve being a massive simp for reader, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ chamomile – @curiositydooropened ( two semesters spent meeting, knowing, and pining after Steve, steve harrington x reader )

♥️ you can call me names if you call me up – @loveshotzz ( You meet Argyle when him and Jonathan come to Eddie’s to buy some weed, argyle x reader )

♥️ reunion – @honeymunson ( bradley "rooster" bradshaw picks you up from the airport, rooster x reader )

[thefrontofmymind]

Cooking with Argyle Headcanons (Argyle x gn!Reader)

a/n: hey everyone ik i haven't written anything in a while,,,,,(hospital brainrot lmao) i've been working on this for a while and i want get going on this again!!! thanks to @aurumbelis my darling who shares my love for argyle <;33

WARNINGS: there's allusion to smut in this, but like barely,,,basically if you don't want to read it just skip the last dot point. also mentions of weed, its argyle what did you expect???

- gonna start off with saying his mum taught him everything he knows about cooking–from a young age she thought it was important that he and his sisters learn how to provide for themselves in their adult lives, so she started them early (because I also headcanon that he has like 4 sisters and is the only boy in his family, and he’s right in the middle of the five (thanks liz sweetie xxx))

- and he is a KING in the kitchen, you guys saw what he was like when he was making the pizza at Surfer Boy in Nevada; that level of care and precision with every meal he makes

- he LOVES making stuff from his culture, Birria, Torta ahogada (I feel like he’d be obsessed with these, specifically), Pacholas, all that kinda stuff! And he loves being able to teach YOU how to cook them as well, like he was taught when he was young

- I’d say a big part of his passion for food also comes from the Cooking Channel, he watches it when he’s stoned and absolutely loves it

- speaking of stoned, he is the KING of snacks for when he (and you, if you smoke) gets the munchies. Like I don’t know how he does it but somehow he manages to combine the perfect amount of corn chips, cheese, pickles, hot sauce, and probably some pineapple as well, let's be real, into the most perfect nachos to snack on, and he LOVES to make homemade pizza as well

- he loves cooking for you–he’d sit you up on the counter next to the stove and have you taste everything as he’s making it, asking you if you think it needs more salt or some cheese or some spice that he can’t quite put his finger on (9 times out of ten, its paprika. man’s favourite spice is for sure paprika)

- and for EVERY anniversary, your birthday, and even just a friday night, he’ll set out a romantic dinner for you, i’m talking candles, roses, love songs playing on his old stereo, the whole shebang. And he’d make you spaghetti and meatballs, and try to get you to do the Lady and the Tramp thing with him, which of course you would, because it makes him smile

- he also loves making food to bring to school with him, because the cafeteria food is garbage. And he’ll make extra to give to you as well, and then when the Byers move to Lenora, he makes even more extra to give to Jonathan, Will, and El, and the five of you occasionally have little picnics outside if you all so happen to have the same lunch period

(here's the slightly smutty dot point)

- basically, he’s just a fucking genius in the kitchen–you don’t know how he does it! even when he’s zooted out of his goddamn mind, he nevers burns anything, all the flavours are perfectly balanced, and he’s happy because he gets to hear you moan from enjoyment (if he’s being honest, he’d do anything you asked just to hear those sweet noises erupt from your throat, eyes closed in pleasure, which ever way you want to take that…)

[edelweiss-coffee]

Hello! I would love to request an Argyle x reader fic! Something along the lines of the reader is having a bad day. Little things are going wrong and it's upsetting them. They are avoiding Argyle because they don't want him to see them like that all the while Argyle is just worried about them. Thank you! 😊

this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn't help myself, i love argyle so much

when you open your eyes, it's 10:31 am. you're an hour late for work.

fuck.

as you sit up in your bed, a headache kicks in at full force.

of course.

when you pull your blankets off of your legs, it feels like it's freezing in your room.

a fever too?

you rush to put your surfer boys' uniform and head out the door, despite your eyes burning, and forget to brush your hair. when you start your car, you radio's volume is still cranked to the max from your drive home from argyle's last night.

"god damn it," you startle at the music's volume as you quickly adjust the dial.

on your drive to work, your window won't crank down, as if something in the door is jammed.

perfect.

you're stuck in your car that reeks like stale pot smoke, with no way to air it out. you're gonna smell like bong water all day while you serve pizza, with a migraine and a fever.

to make matters even worse, when you pull into surfer boy, you veer into a parking spot and you can see your coworkers rushing around inside. they're short staffed becos of you. you didn't come in on time, and they're gonna be dicks about it all day.

fuck, is it monday? argyle has today off. now you're sure this shift isn't going to have an upside.

as you step out of your car, like a cherry on top of this wonderful morning, your belt loop catches on your door handle.

becos of fucking course it does.

after yanking yourself free from the door and slamming it shut, causing your head to throb even worse, you make your way into surfer boy pizza.

your boss, mitch, who usually sits in back of house doing crosswords, is working register. he doesn't look happy in the slightest. after ringing up a customer, he turns to you.

"y/n, how sweet of you to join us today!" he beams in irony. "and only... an hour and some change late."

he leans toward you and sniffs.

"you're... joking, y/n. you come in this late, you smell like woodstock took a shit and put a t shirt on it, eyes half open?"

you stare sheepishly up at him.

"my alarm clock, the batteries, they--"

"you're fired, y/n. sorry, this is just unacceptable."

"kay, i guess. want the shirt back?"

he scoffs.

"no, thanks. not smelling like bob marley."

"cool, awesome," you trail. "needed some more yellow in my wardrobe anyway."

before you even make it to your car, hot tears begin pouring from your eyes.

you pull your car door open and throw yourself into the driver's seat. you slam your door out of anger and it sends a shockwave of pain throughout your skull, beckoning more tears to flow down your cheeks. your eyes burn as you blink hard and buckle your seatbelt. you drive home in silence, with no music to mask the sound of your pathetic sniffles and sobs.

"fuck," you sigh to yourself, as you pull into your driveway.

with a few deep breaths, you manage to compose yourself enough to walk inside your house, up to your room without sobbing.

you can hear the phone ringing, but you're locked in your bed. your eyes still burn when you blink. the phone stops ringing and your answering machine picks up the call.

"hey, y/n, it's me dude, argyle. wonderin' what's goin' on, man. didn't hear from ya before your shift so i drove over to--"

the machine stops playback.

oh, ari. your very best friend. you catch yourself grinning at the sound of his voice. he's so goofy, in a way that is devastatingly charming.

god, he can't see me like this.

all sweaty, and crying, and sick, a ratsnest for hair. he wouldn't know how to handle it or react, you're sure of it.

he won't mind if i just call back tomorrow.

you reason with yourself.

i just can't let him see me like this.

you start "the karate kid" on the tv in your room. you begin braiding your hair in attempt to pull yourself together, but you're interrupted.

the phone rings again. you feel guilty, but you let it ring. the answering machine eventually picks up again.

"y/nnnnn," he sings into the phone. "as i was sayin', i drove by surfer boy and didn't see you on register, figured you're sick or somethin'. anyway, i'm--" the machine stops playback again.

he thinks you're sick, and you kind of are. but the guilt of not answering is eating you alive at this point. he just wants to hear from you. you decide you have to call back, at least to explain what's been going on. you change into your coziest pajamas and head downstairs to grab the phone.

as you round the corner of the stairs, you inhale a familiar smell. cologne, mixed with purple palm tree delight. a tapping ensues on your front screen door. you peek around the corner to be met by argyle, holding a pack of soda water cans in one hand and a can of campbells chicken noodle soup in the other, a freshly picked daisy between his lips.

"hey, man, open up!" he laughs through his pursed lips.

you open the door and start to empty his arms for him.

"ari, what're you doing here?" you ask, setting the soup and sodas on the floor inside.

"told you on the phone, man. on the answering thing. said i was stoppin' over with feel-better stuff." he offers you the daisy, beaming.

"i heard your calls, dude, i just felt--" you take the flower. "thank you-- i felt embarrassed 'cos i've been crying all day and feeling sorry for myself. you can come in."

he finally gets a good look at you when he comes inside.

"aw, y/n, what's gotcha all torn up? it's just a belly ache, isn't it? i know it sucks, but you'll feel better once you have some soda water and soup." he leans to hug you.

"it's not a stomach ache, ari. i got fired today. and i have a migraine the size of china right now, it's been all day. nothing went right for me today, since the second i woke up. from the second i opened my eyes," you start to well up.

his eyes grow more understanding and deeper with every word you speak.

"nothing was getting better no matter what. i didn't want you to see me like this. i know that sounds so cliche and stupid, but i was just embarrassed."

he looks down at your shaking hands and back up at your eyes.

"aw, y/n, sweetheart, c'mere." he pulls you into the warmest and most comforting hug he's ever offered to you.

"c'mere, angel. aw, man. i feel so stupid bringin' you stomach ache shit thinkin' you're sick."

you sniff into his chest.

"'s'okay, ari. you didn't know."

he walks into the kitchen and beckons for you to follow.

"we're makin' the soup anyway. got any headache pills, man? nothin' serious, just the regular stuff."

"cupboard above your head, doofus. you know i don't do real drugs."

he smiles and hands you a pill and pops open a can of soup.

"bowls? the eatin' kind."

you point above the microwave and wipe your nose with your sleeve.

"sorry i'm such a mess," you sigh.

"ah, who cares if ya wanna feel sorry for yourself for a day?" he puts the bowl of soup in the microwave. "was really worried about you though, dude. missed ya pickin' up the phone an' sayin' 'whaddaya want, ari?' and tellin' me to get my ass over here."

he smiles warmly and looks to be deep in thought before he's interrupted by the microwave's beeping.

"there we go, soup!" he pulls the microwave open and grabs ahold of the bowl. you giggle as he feigns pain from the heat.

"no laughin, y/n. coulda gotten third degree burns for you," he laughs.

"oh, i'm forever in your debt, chef argyle," you tease.

"better be, man. meltin' my fingers off so you can have some wet noodles and cubes of chicken. lucky i love you, man."

you laugh. he is so charming. he just made you a bowl of soup you didn't even need, and you could've done it yourself.

"let's get you upstairs, sweet girl, and we'll get you nice and high. we'll even put on 'the karate kid' like we do when you're sad."

"already got it cued up in my room," you smile.

the two of you walk up the stairs and make your way onto your bed. he hands you your bowl of soup carefully as you sit cross-legged atop your blankets.

"thank you, ari. for everything today."

he grabs at strands of your hair and begins a braid.

"anythin' for my y/n. this okay?" he tugs lightly at your hair.

"of course. nobody can braid my hair as well as you."

the two of you get lost in ralph macchio as his fingers twirl in and out of your hair. you happily eat your soup and soak in the feeling of having a best friend who would do anything he could to cheer you up.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Argyle is your boyfriend 💕

Looking at yourself in the full-length mirror once more before departing for your road trip with your boyfriend, you noticed him sneaking up behind you. Removing his bright, colorful hat, he plopped the too-big flatbill onto your head before wrapping you in his arms from behind.

“Damn, look at you, cutie!” He pressed a quick, sweet kiss to your cheek before you turned around and hooked your hands behind his neck. “You ready?” He beamed down at you before adjusting the bill of the hat to be able to meet your eyes. You nod and echo his lovesick grin before taking his hand in yours and leading him out the door. The two of you trotted excitedly together toward Argyle’s van. He helped you up into the passenger seat before tossing your luggage haphazardly into the back. Jumping into the driver’s seat and popping in a tape, he side eyed you affectionately.

“This one’s for us,” he declared, cranking the volume. “Let’s roll, sweetness!” Pulling out of your driveway and onto the main road, you were contentedly unpacking snacks for the both of you as you started yet another grand adventure together.

✨Nicknames for you: cutie, sweetness, babygirl (you are the only one he does not address as “my dude” because “his lady rules a higher realm in his heart.”)

💕 love language: gift giving/words of affirmation

Will always be leaving you little trinkets; brings you a cool rock or leaf he found that day; sees something that reminds him of you and has to bring it to you.

Ringpop proposals.

Tells you how beautiful you are, how good you look in your new threads, and how he would move mountains for you (not literally of course, unless you want him to because he sure would try but couldn’t make any guarantees).

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere you want at any time, treating it like it's a new adventure.

Road trips are his favorite dates, and they usually last at least a whole weekend. He makes a mixtape for every trip you take and treats you like a royal passenger princess

💋Kissing Argyle: Connecting with you physically is the only time his mind slows down. It’s sweet, sensual, and methodical. He’s great at vocalizing what he likes and asking for your verbal consent. Contrary to popular belief, he isn’t ever really nervous because he just lets the feelings of the moment guide him and goes with your flow. He has a habit of taking a deep breath and saying, “Wow,” or "That was magical," after every session.

[billyslittledolly]

Bae watch (A)

Warning(s); smut! 18+ only!! (piv sex),jealous!argyle,clueless!reader,van sex,breeding kink,dom!argyle.

Pairing(s); Lifeguard!Argyle X (Afab) Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; argyle sees you flirting with his lifeguard assistant.

A/n; special thanks to @toomanybandstocare who proofread this

Argyle recently got a lifeguard job at the beach close to your house. You had applied and were rejected,so now you work at a shop near the beach. You easily visit him during your breaks.

Today is your day off though, and you wanted to visit just for some fun. You put on Argyle's favorite one piece . It’s bright red and showed your chest off. You tie your hair up into pigtails with red ribbons in the shapes of a bow

You knock on the door to the small lifeguard hut and smile when Oliver, Argyle's assistant lifeguard, answers the door. “Hey is Argyle here?” you kindly ask. Oliver shakes his head, sucking in a breath. “He’s down at the beach to help with something,” he chokes out and you nod. “You can come in and wait,” Oliver steps aside. You mumble an appreciation while stepping inside.

Argyle’s walking back from helping with the situation, and he could smell you from a mile away. The sweet aroma of your perfume is like his own brand of weed. He rushes up the stairs of the hut and shoves the door open. He freezes when he sees you sitting in his chair and laughing with Oliver.

“Gorgeous!” You grin at Argyle, standing up as he wraps you in his sweat soaked chest. “God you smell so good,” you sigh, and Argyle tilts his head. “I'm sweaty,” he comments. “But you smell good when you’re sweaty,” you explain. Argyle chuckles and pecks your lips. “I’ve got 15, and then I’ll go on break” he mumbles against your mouth. You nod and settle back down in the chair.

However, those 15 minutes are filled with Argyle watching Oliver flirt with you rather than watching the beach. Which is how you end up with your mouth covered while he pounds into you. Your moans are muffled by his clammy palm as Argyle moans, “Gonna fill you up so good- so perfect. Bet Oliver won’t pay you any attention when you’re all round with my baby. Don’t you agree? Hmm?” His thumb taps against your cheek, and you nod your head.

“That’s my girl, fuck your pussy- shit-“ his reaction made you giggle, your pussy flutters around him. “Oh fuck,” his face drops his serious glare and a dopey smile replaces it. ”I’m your’s, Argyle. Promise I don’t want anyone else,” you breathe out. Argyle smiles and lays his weight on your chest. You wrap your arms around his chest as he continues to grind into you.

You feel sparks ignite inside your stomach, and you let go “I’m gonna cum,” you warn. Argyle grunts, “Me too. Gonna cum inside fill you up”. You nod, “Yes. Yes please fill me up”. It sends both of you into a state of euphoria. Argyle repeatedly cusses and babbles as his cock twitches like crazy inside you. You feel the warmth fill you up just like you wanted.

After a minute the pair of you separate and Argyle flops next to you. “Shit,” he breathes out. It makes you giggle which triggers his laughter. You roll over to face him and smile. “Fucking mine,” he growls while jerking you to his chest. “I’m yours, my love,” you assure him.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Friends?

Pairing: Argyle x GN!Reader

Summary: Whilst high, you find yourself admitting things to your friend Argyle that surprised you both.

Warnings: Use of weed, kissing whilst high, fluff, friends to lovers(?)

A/N: So I've been thinking of writing an Argyle fic for a while now but this ask prompted me to finally do it and write this. Hope you like it! <3

Also, this is my first time writing for Argyle so if it's not completely character accurate then I apologise. :)

You couldn't help the sudden emotion that bubbled up your throat as you stared up at your friend Argyle, his cap slightly crooked on top of his head as he set the joint you were sharing down in the ashtray.

"Dude...what's with the waterworks?" He asked, turning to face you with a look of concern clouding his eyes.

You hadn't even realised you were crying, but when you lifted your hands to your face to find your cheeks wet, it became evident that you were, in fact, crying.

You shrugged, releasing a heavy sigh as you leaned into him. "I really like you ya know?"

He offered you a lazy smile. "I like you too."

"No, but...I like you...like, really." You weren't entirely sure what you were trying to get across exactly, but you continued regardless of this. "Like...I think...I'd like to kiss you...ya know?"

Argyle's eyes turned wide then as he stared down at you. "Woah." He muttered, surprise evident in his features.

Silence pressed in over you both then as you continued to stare at each other, Argyle's eyes still wide, his mouth slightly agape. Oh, how you wanted to put your lips on that mouth.

Not a single word was passed between you both as you sat quietly, contemplating your next move. He hadn't yet informed you of his stance on this, but you could feel yourself slowly losing any ounce of self control you had. Maybe it was just the weed, but you knew for a fact that right now, all you wanted to do was kiss him.

So you waited a moment, taking a sharp inhale, before leaning closer to him, the silence between you suddenly becoming incredibly heavy as you inched closer.

You noticed his bottom lip quivering slightly as he focused in on your mouth, his body clearly tense as he waited for you to connect your lips with his.

And when you finally pressed your lips against his, your whole body seemed to come alight, a fire igniting over your skin. Your hands wandered up to his face, your fingers dancing over his cheek as you leaned further into him.

He seemed to be relaxing into the kiss now, his hands gliding around your waist to rest on the small of your back, until he finally pulled you to straddle his lap, your bodies melting together as you continued to desperately mesh your lips together.

In all the time that you'd known Argyle, you'd never once expected that you'd ever be in such a situation as this with him, your mouths molded together as you breathed each other in. He was your friend, and you thought that was what he would always be. Maybe he was still just your friend even now.

But either way, the reality of what was happening between you two seemed to fill you with excitement, your lips pulling up into a smile against his mouth. And then before you could stop yourself, you were giggling into his lips.

He pulled back then, a dumb grin on his face as he stared up at you. "What's funny?"

You shook your head, your smile so wide now your jaw was beginning to ache. "Nothing, I just...I really like you, ya know?"

"I like you too."

[Main Masterlist] [Argyle Masterlist]

[deepseaorchid]

Homesick Part 2 - Argyle x Byers!Reader

A/N: The long awaited sequel to “Homesick” is here!

Summary: A heated argument with your brother, Jonathan, leaves your spirits crushed. Luckily for you, the sweetest stoner is here to boost your mood and leave butterflies in your stomach by taking you on an unforgettable date!

Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Some language, Possibly spelling and grammar mistakes as this was written on my phone. Reader is implied female.

...

“What do you mean, I can’t see him tomorrow?” You cried out as you paced the kitchen. Your older brother Jonathan was angrily pacing the kitchen in front of you.

“For crying out loud, Y/N! He’s MY friend!” Jonathan yelled back, gesturing madly. “What makes you wish I’d honestly want you going on a date with Argyle?”

“He’s a good person!” You shouted back, eyes beginning to sting. “And he was nice to me. Why can’t you just accept that I like him?” You screamed so loud your throat hurt. Jonathan took a step back at your sudden outburst, shocked. Tension shook the living room and kitchen as you both stared at each other, chests heaving. The tears in your eyes had begun spilling down your cheeks.

“I’m not doing this right now.” Jonathan quickly turned on his heels and stormed back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. An ugly sob left your lips as you slid down the wall. Just minutes ago, you were on cloud nine, overjoyed that your crush had asked you on a date for tomorrow. Now, you felt defeated. Sometimes it felt as though Jonathan sapped all the happiness from you on purpose. But isn’t that an older sibling’s purpose?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening. Your mother stepped in and removed her shoes.

“Hey Y/N! So I swung by the grocery store. They didn’t have those blueberry muffins you like. I hope carrot is-” she stopped mid-sentence noticing you on the floor. “Sweetie, what happened?” Joyce led you to the dining table and put her arm around you gently

Your sobbing only increased. Through tears, you explained the situation to your mother. She patiently listened as you struggled to get through your story. When you finished, she took a deep breath, processing all you said.

“Would you like me to have a word with Jonathan?”

“No, that’ll only make it worse,” you whispered, voice hoarse. You didn’t know how your mom could help you through this situation.

“I think I should head to bed,” you sighed wiping your tears. Joyce’s eyes remained fixed on you as you walked upstairs to your bedroom, all the way until you closed the door.

You had no more tears left to cry. In the dim light of your bedroom, you slipped off Argyle’s button down shirt he gave to you. You held it in your hands as delicately as possible, almost as if it would break if you were too rough with it. Changing into pyjamas, you tucked yourself under the covers in your bed and placed Argyle’s shirt beside you amidst your stuffed toys from your childhood. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of seeing Argyle tomorrow. That is, if your brother would let you. Why was he so bothered about you seeing Argyle? That was a question for later. As exhaustion crept over you, you turned the bedside lamp off and felt your eyes close slowly.

...

You awoke to the smell of pancakes creeping through your door. Today is the day. You carefully planned your outfit. You weren’t sure what Argyle had planned but decided to throw something a little dressed-up on, just in case.

By the time you had finished putting on your clothes and fixing your hair and makeup, it had turned 12. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Argyle would meet you at 1pm to pick you up, but your next concern is making it past Jonathan.

“Y/N! Are you going to have breakfast or should I clean up?” Your mother’s chirpy voice called down to you.

“Coming, Mom!” You called back. Closing your compact, you walked downstairs to grab the last of the pancakes your mom made. As your feet thudded downstairs, you caught a glimpse of Jonathan drinking a glass of juice at the table. When he noticed you, his eyebrows furrowed and the look in his eyes hardened. You gulped. Of course his mind hadn’t changed since last night.

Sitting down at the table, you grabbed the nearest pancake from the stack and started cutting into it.

“Big day today Y/N! When are you and Argyle meeting?” Joyce beamed. Your eyes flicked nervously to Jonathan who was staring daggers at you, knuckles almost turning white around the glass.

“He’s coming to pick me up in about an hour, Mom.” You responded nonchalantly. At that response, Jonathan got up and stormed out of the kitchen, heading back to his room and slamming the door. You rolled your eyes into the back of you skull.

“Just ignore him. He’ll get over this eventually,” Joyce patted your shoulder reassuringly.

“Yeah, eventually.” You moped.

Just then, a long and drawn out honk sounded from the driveway. Joyce peered out the window, then turned to you and smiled.

“He’s here!”

Crap. Your heart sunk into your stomach. It’s only 12:30pm, he was supposed to be her at 1. Scrambling up from the table, you ran to the bathroom to check your hair in the mirror. It will have to do, there’s no time for changes now. You rushed to put your sneakers on, saying a quick “goodbye” to your mom on the way out the door.

You opened the door right as Argyle had started another honk. He quickly rolled down the window.

“Hey brochacho! You ready to have the time of your life?” He beamed at you. A smile creeped up your lips in turn.

“No, she’s not.” You whipped your head around. Jonathan was heading up the path towards Argyle’s van, taking long strides as he went.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath. You broke out into a run towards Argyle’s van, opening and slamming the door behind you. Jonathan was hot on you tail.

“Argyle, drive!” You gasped. You didn’t have to tell him twice. Argyle hit the gas and sped down the road, leaving your brother behind in a trail of dust.

“Jesus, I’ve never seen your brother look so pissed. What did you do to him?” Argyle joked once you’d reached a red light. You signed, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I went on a date with you,” you sighed turning to Argyle.

“Ah, well don’t worry. You and I are about to have the best time. Maybe then Jonathan will see I’m not so bad, huh?” Argyle grinned at you while giving you little shoves. That smile he loved so much crept across your lips. His gaze lingered a little too long on you. Your eyes flicked up to meet his. Argyle quickly flicked his eyes back to the road, swallowing hard. In that moment, Argyle knew he’d do anything today to keep seeing that smile.

...

Argyle’s van pulled into the parking lot of... a junkyard? You squinted, trying to make out the shapes and and objects. Scrap metal laid strewn across the ground and broken cars lay abandoned in heaps. This wasn’t quite what you had in mind for a date.

“What... is this place?” You asked quietly, not taking your eyes off the sight in front of you.

“This,” Argyle said, turning off the van, “is the most awesome, amazing hangout spot in all of Lenora Hills.”

Stepping out of the van, Argyle opened your door and held out his hand, helping you down. Your fingertips brushed his calloused ones, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Argyle disappeared into the back of the van and retrieved two golf clubs, and a big bin full of golf balls.

“We’re playing... golf? In a junkyard?” You asked apprehensively. This man was challenging every idea you’ve ever had on what a “first date” should be like.

“Not just any type of golf. Watch this,” Argyle gripped the club between his hands and swung. The ball sailed through the air, disappearing from sight. Suddenly, a loud crash rang out, followed by the tinkling of breaking glass.

“Aw sweet, I think I hit a window!” Argyle crowd out in triumph.

“So we just break things with the golf balls?”

“Yep, pretty much. But I was thinking we could talk while we play. Maybe we can get to know each other better,” the long-haired man smiled at you. God that man knew how to make your heart beat faster.

Taking a golf club in your hand, you lined the end up with the ball.

“So, what made you take me here as a first date, and not like, the movies or something” you asked, not breaking your focus from the ball.

“I wanted to take you to do something I like doing. I come here to blow off steam and chill here with Jonathan.”

Jonathan. That name was leaving a sour taste in your mouth. You were still mad at your older brother. Taking a deep breath, you swung your club over your shoulder, getting ready to make the hit.

“I wanted to get to know you as well as Jonathan. Well, maybe better than Jonathan. No disrespect to my bro but you’re like, way prettier than him.”

*Crack*

Your club collided with the ball. The ball veered completely to the right, breaking the mirror of a rusty red pickup truck.

Your breath caught in your throat. Did you hear that right? Argyle actually thinks you’re pretty?

“Really?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Really really,” he laughed, lining a ball up. You were amazed at how calm he seemed to be. You were currently freaking out.

As argyle concentrated on his aim, he shot a quick glance at you. “Tell me about yourself,” he said softly.

“What would you like to know?” You asked, watching the way his knuckles gripped tightly around the club. You studied the details of his face. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly and his tongue darted out from his soft red lips for a moment.

“Tell me anything. I only know what Jonathan tells me about you, and what I’ve noticed about you. Something tells me you’re not as annoying as Jonathan makes you out to be,” he smirked. You scoffed quietly.

“What kind of movies do you like?” He asked, taking the shot. The ball missed the cars, making a sad thud in the dirt.

“Well, when I was a kid, my favourite movie was Alice in Wonderland. Now though, I think Star Wars is my favourite,” you looked at him smiling.

“Oh sick dude, for real? That’s one of my favourites too!” Argyle nodded, offering a warm smile. You felt your face warm up. It was your turn to swing now.

...

You and Argyle bounced back and forth with conversation in between shots at cars for hours. When hunger began gnawing at your stomach, you insisted on taking Argyle to your favourite pasta place. You and your date were by far the most underdressed people in the restaurant but all eyes were on you two. Argyle cracked another stupid joke making you laugh out loud. Tears pricked your eyes as you gasped for breath. It was nearing 7 o’clock and in these few hours, it felt as though you’d known Argyle your whole life.

Argyle threw an arm around your shoulders, walking you back to the van after insisting on paying the bill. You hadn’t stopped laughing, even into the parking lot. Holding his hand as he helped you climb into the van, you felt your heart warm as you looked into his gentle brown eyes. Argyle bit his lip, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to throw you arms around his neck and kiss him.

“There’s one more place I want to take you,” he spoke up, snapping you back to reality.

“Where to? Another surprise?” You asked him as he climbed into the van, winking. His Adam’s apple bobbed but he kept composure.

“You know me too well, dude,” Argyle chuckled.

The drive was relatively silent on the way to the final mystery location. Perhaps what made you silent for the first time that day was the growing ball of nerves forming in your stomach. Maybe it was the way the dim streetlights lit up Argyle’s face perfectly, perfectly cast shadows dancing across his face. In that moment, the crush you had on Argyle grew into a deep want. You wanted so badly to kiss him, to be held by him, to touch him, that it was almost unbearable.

The van came to an abrupt stop, snapping you out of your thoughts. You’d arrived at a cliff overlooking the entirety of Lenora Hills. The lights of the houses and buildings flickered and danced under the stars. ‘Magical’ would be an understatement.

Argyle flicked the radio on and dialled it to a slow jazz station. Turning to you, he spoke in barely more than a whisper.

“Dance with me.”

Your feet carried you out the van and towards him. Argyle wrapped one hand around your waist, cautiously pulling you in closer to him. One of your small hands laced it’s way into his large ones. Your free arm reached behind his back, swaying chest-to-chest.

As the music played softly, Argyle swayed the both of you from side to side, spinning you around once in a while. You felt lightheaded and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

As the song drew closer to an end, Argyle drew you in closer, your head leaning on his shoulder. He tilted his head towards your ear.

“Is it okay if I kiss you right now?”

You felt your whole world freeze. You met his gaze. Swallowing hard, you glanced down at his lips. You leaned in slowly and Argyle met you halfway. His lips were soft against yours. You sighed softly, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Argyle hummed into your lips, moving his hand from yours, to your cheek, stroking it softly. Your grip around his back tightened. You never wanted to let him go. If only you could freeze time...

You broke away for air, resting your forehead against his.

“Woah,” you giggled.

“Woah,” Argyle responded, voice playful as always. You both laughed together, before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

...

Argyle turned the van onto your street, slowing down as he approached your house. A sad feeling built inside you. You wished this perfect date never had to end.

“Can I see you again?” Argyle asked shyly.

“Only of my brother doesn’t kill me first.” You joked, making Argyle smile. You leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

“I pick the next date though, k?” You smiled, batting your eyelashes at him.

“K,” he breathed, mesmerised by you.

“See you at school, dude,” you winked at him, climbing out the van door.

“Not if I see you first, dude,” Argyle grinned. You laughed, sliding the van door closed. You gave him one last wave before you opened the door to your house.

...

Joyce was staring daggers at the door, waiting not-so-patiently for your arrival. When the front door clicked open, she immediately ran to open it for you. Flinging it open, she only had one question on her mind.

“How was the date?” She asked frantically. You smiled at your mother.

“It was great, Mom. We’re going on another one,” you grinned. A second figure at the dinner table instantly made your smile drop. Your older brother sat at his place, with an emotion on his face you couldn’t quite read. Joyce picked up on this.

“I’ll let you two talk. Tell me all about the date later,” she whispered, patting your shoulders and walking off.

Silence washed over the room at your mother’s departure.

“So...” You started, hoping to break the tension.

“I’m sorry.” Jonathan stated.

“Sorry for what?”

Jonathan rolled his eyes into his head. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you going on a date with Argyle.”

You grinned at your victory.

“Thanks Jonny,” you smiled.

“Don’t push it, Y/N.” Jonathan tried to remain serious but couldn’t help but break out into a chuckle. You laughed too, stretching your arms out for a hug. Jonathan stood up and obliged. You missed those tight hugs from your older brother.

“It’ll take some getting used to, but I’m happy you’re happy Y/N.” He smiled. “Tell me about it in the morning, k?” Jonathan turned and walked towards his bedroom.

“K!” You called back before his door closed.

Of course days that have the roughest starts, have the happiest endings.

[toomanybandstocare]

Hi!! Omg, happy birthday!! Happy one year anniversary!! Congrats on almost 300 follwers!! So many reasons to celebrate <3

Could I please get a romantic ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun?

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic. I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Thank you very much! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. Anon requested a romantic pairing, but feel free to ask for another one if you'd like a different fandom! Thank you for celebrating with me <3

Pairing: Argyle x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt / Comfort

Length: 861w + 158w

Counselor Notes: Feel free to grab an emoji if you'd like to keep chatting! I hope you enjoy :) I imagine this to be during college so timeskip.

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Summer heat sizzles when it hits the asphalt. Not a single car can be heard rolling down the street, and no one dares to go out for a late afternoon stroll. In a record heatwave, the city of Indianapolis has unofficially shut down for the day.

Your chest rises and falls with each strained breath, and you throw your arm over your eyes. Faint noises of insects humming and the thrum of ACs compose a melody with the heat’s fizz in the distance. The rickety fan from inside Argyle and Jonathan’s apartment can be heard alongside your boyfriend’s singing with the radio. Even though it would be much cooler inside, you lay on the pile of throw pillows and blankets on the screen-in porch and turn the page to your latest reading endeavor.

Immersed in the story’s world, everything else melts away from you. Summer’s heat hugs your skin like a faint memory. Your body no longer aches from the warped, wooden floorboards that seem to always make it uncomfortable to lounge on the pillow pile. The faint smell of Argyle’s scent comforts you from the oversized, stolen shirt you currently wear.

Coldness shoots down your spine from the metal can that caresses the back of your neck, and you flinch away. Argyle chuckles lightly as he offers you the Cola can before sitting next to you with his own. Glaring at him from the corner of your eye, you drop your book to rub the frozen patch warm again and take a sip of soda.

“Sorry, sunshine,” Argyle chuckles. He leans against one arm and lays on his side to face you.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true,” you mutter under your breath. Turning your focus back to the book, only a few seconds pass before Argyle fingers tap the edge of the cover.

“Can we talk?” Argyle softly requests. His usual confident tone barely comes through over the sudden tiredness that overcomes his voice.

Shutting the book without a second thought, you focus all your attention on your fidgeting boyfriend. Your heart hammers against your chest as all the possibilities whirl around your head. His hand rests on your thigh, and he taps his fingertips in an unbalanced cadence. “I’m here,” you softly encourage him. With one hand, you carefully card your fingers through his hair pulling a grateful hum from Argyle as his eyes flutter closed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“This is going to sound loaded coming from me, alright? So bare with me,” he warily explains. Argyle peers up at you with apprehension before he refocuses his gaze to the fringed blanket below him. Darting his tongue across his bottom lip, he continues: “Lately, I feel like you’re slipping away from me. It’s like you’re off in your own world, and I can’t follow you there. I love hearing about the adventures and ideas you come up with when you travel there, but you’re so far away from me. I feel like I’m being left behind even when we’re sitting next to each other”.

Your heart sinks. The soda can plunks onto the floor with a dull thunk when you move it out of the way to lay down as close to Argyle as you can. “I didn’t realize you felt that way, Argyle. I’m so sorry, pretty boy. When I’m with you, just being around you and relaxing in your apartment makes me feel at home. I didn’t realize that I wasn’t always present in the moment with you - well, that…that would be the issue isn’t it?”. A weak laugh escapes past your lips, and your shoulders relax as Argyle’s laughter mixes with your own.

“I’m glad you feel like this is your home,” Argyle softly replies. His fingers smooth over your thigh and lazily drag across you. “And I don’t mind at all if you slip into a daydream or a world of your own. I just miss you sometimes. Don’t leave me for too long, alright?” Argyle looks up with the most gentle expression. His tired gaze holds such adoration.

“I’ll always come home, Argyle,” you reassure him. One of your hands comes to gently cup his jaw, and you rub your thumb across his cheek bone. “And I’ll do better about being more present when we’re together,” you promise.

“Thank you. And I just want to be clear, I don’t want you to completely leave your daydreams. That’s not it at all. Just, sometimes, include me in it or meet me back in our shared reality, ya know?” Argyle moves his hand to gesture vaguely before it wraps around your waist to pull you into his chest. “I love you, and I love who you are. Don’t change a thing about yourself unless you want to, alright sunshine?”

“Promise,” you mumble into his chest. 

Relaxing into his embrace, you listen to his calming heartbeat. The two of you quietly chat about the end of summer plans as your hands wander and gently caress each other. Evening creeps across the sky and paints the sky in a beautiful sunset as the two of you get lost in your own world. Together.

You walk a very thin line between being grounded and keeping your head in the clouds. Which is an extremely beautiful mix of characteristics! It allows you to feel empathetic towards others while staying optimistic.

Argyle matches you perfectly. To the point where everyone would think you’re too similar. However, the two of you slowly fall into sync and move together as if you had known each for your whole lives.

Argyle is capable of balancing you out when you fall into your ambition and letting it get to you, but he all pulls you back to reality when you seem to be drifting away. He never makes you feel insecure or bad about it though.

If you ever feel like Argyle’s too distant, he will always be open to sit down and talk. He may seem like he’s only there for a laugh or quick to melt into relaxation, but not when it comes to your connection.