#argyle one shot

[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Seeing Starrs" ~ Argyle

Summary: When tension is high in the recording studio, Argyle knows exactly how to relieve it… and it has you seeing stars.

Pairing: Modern!Radio DJ!Argyle x Co-Host!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,975

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!!) doggy style activities, spanking, hair pulling, fingering for like a second, nicknames (baby, slut; sir), maybe dom/sub dynamics? i gave argyle a last name bc why tf not, lots of beatles references oops, not beta read, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: Who would I be if I didn't write an Argyle fic for National 🍃 Day?

Originally Written: 04/20/2023

stranger things masterlist can be found here!

To say you had the hots for your coworker… Well, that might've been the biggest understatement of the year.

To be fair, who wouldn't? From his slick, raven hair to the airiness of his voice to the intricate knowledge he held of a soundboard, it was hard to say Argyle Montoya was anything but gorgeous.

It definitely didn't make matters any better that you knew him better than anyone else. You'd spend hours every single day talking about anything you could find, in between DJ-ing for one of California's biggest radio stations of course. You felt like you'd begun to know him better than even he did.

Maybe that's how you'd weaseled your way in and found out he was currently single and very ready to mingle.

Somehow or another, he'd let it slip that he'd been particularly… lonely, let's say. And maybe that was why you'd been flashing him extra special glances while he was working, paying extra special attention to the way his hands looked roaming around the soundboard. You could swear you felt your heart flip as he flicked the microphone switch, leading back into his next segment.

The two of you made eye contact for what was most likely only a second, but felt like hours. The normal caramel shade of his eyes had faded into obsidian, and you were surprised his glare hadn't burned a hole right through you.

"That was the iconic Lucy In The Sky," he started, his breath hot on the mike. "Can never go wrong with The Beatles. Can you, Y/N?"

Your stomach turned as his gaze zeroed in on you again. "Nope," you chuckled into your mike.

"I don't know about you guys but we're huge fans of The Beatles here at 102 The Groove, which is why… drum roll, please."

"Dum dum dum dum," you improvised, forcing yourself to chuckle at the way he motioned toward you. His expressions were normal, average Argyle. But that glare… that stupidly sexy glare was going to be the death of you.

He laughed, a sound that managed to be sweet and rough simultaneously. "For a half hour, in honor of Ringo's sold out stadium tour, we're gonna be playing nothing but the best of The Beatles. Maybe a Wings song in there somewhere, maybe a Plastic Ono Band song or two. And who knows? Maybe at the end we'll be giving away a couple tickets to a very lucky listener. Here's Come Together to start us off."

You panicked, looking over your schedule. You were sure you didn't remember there being a half hour block scheduled for that hour, much less a Beatles block. Your eyes drifted along the page, examining every word, down to last syllable and-

"What are you doing?" Argyle asked, practically hovering over your chair.

You let out a strangled breath, your heart beating fast from his close proximity. "I-" you struggled, attempting to collect your thoughts. "There wasn't a half hour block scheduled."

"I know. Which is why I reiterate, what are you doing?" He eyes locked with yours, and it wasn't until that moment that you realized how close his large hand was to yours on the desk.

"What are you-"

"Don't play innocent with me," he said. All cheerfulness and light had left his voice, what he met you with was a sound as dark as his pupils."You think I haven't noticed all those little looks you've been sending me?"

Oh. Oh. "Oh that," you teased, trying to keep calm, though every inch of your body was screaming at you to jump his bones. "It's nothing really."

"Before I say anything either of us will regret, are you open to me being completely honest?"

Your stomach was doing so many somersaults, it rivaled an Olympic gymnast. "Of course, you can always be honest with me." The whole truth. You'd never be dishonest with Argyle, inside or outside of… whatever this was. And you needed him to know that you wanted nothing less than complete honesty from him.

"Do you think me trying to hide a boner from you all damn day is nothing?"

Your heart fluttered and you could already feel arousal forming in between your legs. You were sure it was a risk, but that didn't seem to stop you as you licked your lips, following it up with, "Is there anything I can do to fix it?"

"Yeah," he said as he kneeled in front of you, his tall figure still managing to be eye level with you even down on his knee. "I think fucking that look out of you would fix it. How 'bout you?"

You were rendered speechless as he lifted you from your chair, both of you standing back up to your full height. He towered over you, his brows raised as he awaited your response. You simply nodded, afraid your voice would betray you.

"Gonna need words, baby." You both cursed and commended him for being such a gentleman.

"Yes," you answered in a low moan.

His eyes flicked around the room, and you followed them like a lost puppy. "Close your blinds."

He walked over to his side of the studio, tugging down his blinds in swift, hurried motions. You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could will your legs to move.

"Do you not understand plain English?" he all but growled. "Close the damn blinds."

You knew your lips would betray you at some point or another, but you didn't expect them to betray you by saying, "No."

Two letters, one syllable, and somehow the worst possible answer you could have ever given him.

He strided back toward you, one of his hands landing on your hip while the other met your hair, caressing it with his pointer finger. "Do you want everyone in this office to see me fucking you senseless?"

Your breathing sped up, and by the expression on his face, he already knew your response. Still, you shook your head, willing your hand to reach over and close the blinds.

In an instant, his mouth was on yours and his hands on your skin. The two of you pushed and pulled at each other, and you hadn't noticed you'd moved until your back hit the wall. You arched away from the foam, secretly fearing you'd damage the equipment if you were too hard on it.

His lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the base. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft texture contrasting the roughness of his hands and mouth.

"Tell me," he said, his voice low, "how you need me."

You could think of about thirty positions you wanted him to take you in and twenty more places you wanted his mouth. You breathed heavily, one thing prominent in your mind. "I want," you panted, "I want you to bend me over your desk."

"Oh, yeah?" he smirked, lifting you up and forcing your legs around his waist. You willed your body to hold on to him, mewling as his rock-solid erection settled against your core. "Your wish is my command then, baby."

His mouth connected with yours once again as he carried you over to his desk, untangling your legs from him. "Bend over," he demanded.

You turned, lowering yourself onto the desk with the speed of a turtle. "Yes, sir," you sighed, raising your ass slowly to meet his tented jeans.

"Sir. I like the sound of that, baby."

His hands met the waistband of your pants, slowly slipping them down your legs until your cunt was on full display for me. His hand met your asscheek, gripping the supple skin, his nails embedding dirty crescent shapes into you. "Look at you."

Your hips canted as his nails dug into you. "Marking me as yours?" you asked, grinding against him.

"Hell yeah, I am." He smacked your ass, and your head fell forward. "You like that? Making sure everyone knows you belong to now?"

"Uh-huh," you answered in a breathy sigh. You rubbed your butt against him, and you were positive you'd created a wet spot on his jeans.

His hand trailed down your body, until his fingers met your folds, your slick soaking the digits. His opposite hand moved to his jeans, undoing the fastening quickly. "God, so wet, baby."

"Only for you," you answered as you rutted against him, sinking his fingers further into you. "O-Oh," you moaned, throwing your head back.

"Not so fast," he instructed, moving his hands to your hips and lining you up with the tip of his cock. "You can have my fingers later, baby. My cock needs you right now."

He slowly slid in, and you nearly came just from the sheer girth of his dick. He pulled at your hips, beginning to create the perfect rhythm. The sounds of skin and slick filled the air, and sweat began to pool in the dips of your breasts.

He rocked into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. His hips slammed against yours, so hard you were sure you'd have bruises. His fingers grasped and squeezed at your love handles, and you couldn't help but whine from the pure pain and pleasure he was providing you with.

"You dirty little thing," he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. "Wanting everyone in the office to see me fucking you like this."

You moaned, fucking back onto his length. The thought was enough to have you seeing stars.

"Little slut. Oh, shitttt," he exhaled, his dick twitching inside of you. "God, I'm close, baby."

Your eyes screwed shut as you rasped, "Me too, sir." Your bodies glistened with sweat under the hot lights, creating extra friction that you craved. You moaned as his hand met your ass again, slapping you in some form of disapproval.

"Not yet, baby," he instructed, one of his hands meeting your hair. "I need to see your eyes when it happens."

He pulled your head back, and you forced your eyes to meet his. Your pussy fluttered around him as your climax built, rutting your hips against him until the head of his cock was surely hitting your cervix. He held your head up, his grip so tight, you wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out your hair. Not that you cared, if he pulled your hair any harder, you'd probably cum just from that.

With a couple more thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, and you were finishing in sync with him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for everything it was worth. "Fuckfuckfuck," he was groaning in your ear, his hand firm on your hip as you both worked through your highs.

He stayed buried inside of you until the last possible moment, making you cum three more times before he pulled out. You weren't even sure he had pulled his pants back up before speaking into the mike. "That was Photograph by Ringo Starr to close us out. Y/N, you wanna announce what number caller is gonna win pit seats for Ringo's show at the Greek Theater?"

You tried your hardest to not sound like you were recovering from an earth shattering orgasm as you said, "How 'bout caller number four?"

"I like that number. Call 213-555-9333 to claim your tickets now!"

He pulled away from the mike, his gaze closing in on you. The phones began ringing, and as he picked up, his gaze was still zeroed in on you. "Caller number four, who is this?!"

The person spoke, but you didn't hear a word he said. Your gaze stayed on his as you mouthed, "it's a lucky number, considering how many orgasms you provided me with."

He rolled his eyes, mouthing back, "How do you feel about me beating that record later?"

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @serenity-lattes

[toomanybandstocare]

{Blister in the Sun, Violent Femmes}

Program: Argyle is something of a s'mores connoisseur and takes pride in his skills. But he easily can let it get to his head. Luckily, you're his favorite distraction.

Pairing: Argyle x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Couple of swears, Pet names (Sweets and Good looking), Lil itty bitty make out but not too descriptive? idk

Length: 1564w

Counselor Notes: In my family, I am the expert s'more chef. I know how to get the toasty golden crunch and just love making these lil sammies for everyone :) It's really fun to learn everyone's order. Camping pics below! So here's a lil s'mores sweet for @hellfiresangel, and just in time for their picnic! <3

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Fog blankets the sky, casting a gray-blue hue over the campsite. The wispy billows of campfire smoke easily blend into the overhanging clouds. Sizzling and hissing, the damp logs protest against the growing flame licking underneath them.

“Babe,” you chuckle, “it’s good enough for s’mores, yeah?”

Argyle paces and pokes at the log structure in complete concentration. Eyebrows scrunched together with his tongue poking past his lips as he crouches to better look at the formation. Tingles of content bliss travel through you, tickling your insides and stinging your cheeks.

“Gotta have the perfect fire for s’mores, sweets,”Argyle explains, “S’mores 101. Foundations, if you will”. He shoots you a look of professional seriousness, but the shit eating grin sneaking past his act sends you into a fit of small laughter.

A delightful ache takes residence within your smile lines as you raise your hands in admission. Gasping for air to soothe your lungs, you wheeze, “Forgive me, head chef. Please, teach me your expert ways in the fine culinary arts of s’mores making”.

Argyle peers across the fire to look at you in thought. Now biting the side of his cheek to suppress the growing smile, giddiness bubbles into a mischievous warmth inside of him. “I’m not too sure,” he hesitates, “Such a fargone skeptic may not show the respect and dedication needed to appreciate the art”. Poking the fire once more, Argyle stands while a blaze of flames erupts in front of him. He watches how the fire’s glow lights up your admiring gaze. Pride burns through his veins and flushes his cheeks.

Night time quickly announces itself as you rely on the fire’s light to watch Argyle slowly walk towards you. A cool breeze chills you to your core, but his contemplative stare sends shivers down your spine. Unable to meet his gaze, you refocus on the roaring fire hoping to catch your breath. Your heartbeat echoes in your bones as blood deafens your ears.

The soft graze of your lover’s fingers across your jaw sends you spiraling. Allowing yourself to be redirected and meet Argyle’s sweet expression, your breath hitches. Kneeling in front of your adirondack chair, Argyle leans forward and looks at you with loving eyes. Your eyelashes flutter, stinging from the smoke and as an attempt to shy away from his fond gaze. An airy laugh tickles your lips. Tiny prickling tingles kiss you, but not what you were hoping for.

“But I suppose, I could make an exception for you,” Argyle quietly says before pressing a tender kiss to your cheekbone. Your whine vibrates with disappointment when you open your eyes. Already missing his touch, you frown at the sight of Argyle standing a few feet away and prepping supplies. A cold spot lingers where his presence once graced you.

Chuckling, Argyle shakes his head. “If you make an awesome s’more. I’ll give you your treat”. His wink shoots a jolt of excitement and determination washes through you.

You move from the chair and plop onto the picnic table’s bench eager to begin your culinary lesson.

“It’s all in the  prep work, m’kay?” He gestures to the ingredients, two paper plates, and two long-ish sticks laying on the table. “Once we start toasting our marshmallows, we can’t waste time in plating them. Sadly, I have lost many a mallow as they melt off the toasting stick during transport”. Argyle takes a solemn moment of silence for the fallen marshmallows. Biting your knuckles, you attempt to conceal your snickers.

“So, what’s the set up, chef?” you inquire in staged seriousness. 

Taking a graham cracker, Argyle faces you and carefully snaps it in half along the center cut. He turns to the table to place the halves onto the plate and does the same to the chocolate bar. This time, Argyle only takes one half of the bar and sets it on top of one of the cracker halves.

“Et voilà!” He exclaims and beams at you in achievement. “Your preassembly is ready for a golden marshmallow. Then you put the mellow onto the toasting stick,” Argyle demonstrates while he speaks - almost as if he’s lecturing a class. “Now you try,” he encourages with a sweeping motion over the table.

Focusing on the table, you feel a comforting warmth against your back as Argyle leans his forward and hooks his chin over your shoulder. Silently observing your, supposed, thought process.

Reaching for the cracker box, Argyle lightly grasps your hand on his own. His warmth follows, spreading from your shoulder and kissing the tips of your fingers. “Maybe, you’re a hands-on learner? Didn’t think of that- I’m sorry for being insensitive to your needs,” Argyle hums in your ear. Your chest constricts as you force yourself to take deep breaths. Argyle’s teasing chuckles tickle the shell of your ear and bounce against your back.

Your beating heart hammers against your ribs, desperately wanting to return home to his hand. Letting him guide your hand, both you and Argyle giggle as you fumble through preparation. Your plate is a slightly more crumbled version of his own, but it’s nearly identical.

Argyle jumps to the cabin, “And now, blanket burrito time. Gotta stay warm while cooking, good looking”.

“And the fire isn’t good enough for you, chef?” you tease.

Coming back out, he drops an additional log into the fire that sends a flurry of embers into the pitch black sky while holding your favorite blanket. “Team bonding. Can’t work in the kitchen if we aren’t used to sharing close spaces and moving together,” he says so casually, but his smirk sends your stomach into somersaults. “Grab our mallows and then face the fire, sweets” he kindly requests. “Please,” he softly tacks on for good measure.

Obliging, you share a love sick smile that momentarily breaks Argyle’s act. His heart pounds as you look at him with such a devoted expression. A dizzy spell fogs his mind at the quirk of your eyebrow. If he’s a fool for your love, then he’ll wear that title as a badge of honor.

He joins you on the bench, wrapping the faded blanket around the two of you. Your thighs press together from huddling so close. Aftershave and pine ease your muscles and envelope you in a blissful high.

“My professional opinion, as s’mores expert connoisseur? Cook the mallow in the center of the fire for a few seconds while rotating it the whole time. Then take it out,” Argyle gently suggests. You watch as your sweet snacks are engulfed in flames, only slightly judging his technique. “You’re not quite a master in the fine craft of s’mores making, so you need to develop your internal s’mores timer. You’ll just know when it’s ready,” he gloats.

Following his suggestion, your mallow already looks perfectly toasted. While his, on the other hand, begins to smoke in the fire. You nudge his arm and joke, “I think you forgot to set your timer”.

His adorable look of confusion sends you into a fit of laughter and locks your chest. Tears sting your eyes when Argyle’s widens in panic and quickly pulls his stick out of the fire. Cackles wrack your body, heaving for oxygen. Argyle’s huffs and blows at the flames that scorch his marshmallow.

The sting from slapping your thigh distracts you from the one pricking your insides. Looking at his torched marshmallow in utter disappointment, Argyle humbly plates his burned mallow and places the remaining cracker half on top.

Carefully taking your stick, Argyle kindly does the same to allow the mallows to melt the chocolate slightly before squishing the sandwiches lightly. Your paper plates proudly display ooey-gooey delicious messes. You wipe tears away while taking deep breaths. The poor man, absolutely bested by the sole thing he claims to love most in the dessert world. You turn to face your boyfriend, and your lip wobbles from his pout. Argyle coughs to compose himself and look at you with the confidence of a head chef once more.

Argyle steals a bite of your s’more and moans at its perfection. His wide grin drips with melted sweetness and rising smugness. “You little shit! That’s mine,” you cry out. Hastily grabbing your plate before he eats your work of art, you take the official first bite.. Sweet sugar and savory chocolate flood your taste buds. Happiness is carried by graham crackers to feed your inner child. Smacking your lips, you beam at an equally gleeful Argyle.

You swallow the gooey goodness and gulp, “What’s the verdict, chef?”

“Mm, I think I need another taste to be absolutely sure,” Argyle slyly says.

Your mouth parts to protest, but your argument falls silent as Argyle steals a sloppy kiss. He darts his tongue across your bottom lip and slips it in your mouth to get a better taste of your sweetness. Craving your little hums of delight, he pulls you into his arms to hold you close. Neither of you notice the blanket fall around, just caught in each other's warm embrace.

The overpowering need for air makes him pull away. Though not before he nips your swollen lip to take one last bite of his dessert. Argyle admires the blush flaming your face and adores your dazed expression. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, a cheeky grin breaks his composed façade.

“Gonna need another taste, sweets”.

[alohastyles-x]

So, I’ve been loving having my little niche character to myself buttt I’ve been debating adding him to my list of characters to write for so…

Anyone interested in reading an argyle x reader one shot(s)?? 🥹

[ofalltheginjoints]

SURFS UP, BROMEO

4.09 - "THE PIGGYBACK"

[theapangea]

Missed You Too

Missed You Too

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You finally kiss Steve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there he was…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You missed him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

[bigboysteveharrington]

Jonathan Byers thinks that he and Argyle are just best friends that do everything together and tell each other everything and sometimes fall asleep in each other’s beds and that what they have is just what having a best friend is like since he’s never had friends, let alone a best friend before

But then one night they’re lying outside high and watching the stars and talking about dumb shit and then Argyle oh so casually rolls toward him and kisses him and Jonathan kisses him back automatically but it still takes him a moment to totally realize what’s happening and that he’s participating in it and enjoying it so when Argyle rolls back to where he was and goes back to pointing out his made up constellations with a slice of pizza, Jonathan’s just lying there on his back processing but Argyle just keeps talking away

It isn’t until Jonathan hasn’t pointed out any stars or made any comments for a few minutes that Argyle turns his head to look at Jonathan who is still staring up at the sky and asks, “You alright, man? You went all quiet on me” And Jonathan tells him “I’m fine. Just thinking”

Argyle points at the sky and asks “About how much the stars over there look like a bong?” and Jonathan laughs

Argyle leaves it at that for a minute, then asks “Are you freaked out? Because it’s totally my bad if I read into things the wrong way” And Jonathan tells him “You didn’t”

Because now that Argyle did kiss him and Jonathan enjoyed it and had his mind opened up to the possibility of there being something more going on with their dynamic, Jonathan’s realizing things haven’t really been as strictly platonic as he’d been thinking they were and that they’ve basically been dating without the kissing for a while so that was kind of a long time coming and Jonathan’s just glad Argyle was capable of reading into things enough to do anything about it

And in retrospect maybe the fact that his main example of what best friends are like is the Will and Mike situation where Will’s clearly in love with Mike and Mike’s seemingly oblivious to it didn’t help Jonathan with the whole not realizing that his feelings and the stuff they’d been up to wasn’t strictly platonic

Argyle asks, “So then what are you thinking about, dude?” And Jonathan says, “I was thinking I should go tell Will.”

Because Jonathan’s first thoughts were wait, am I dating Argyle? (which he’s still not 100% sure about but he’s thinking he basically is without the label) and then immediately after that thought came I should tell Will

Because he didn’t realize that he was interested in any guys at all until a few minutes ago, but he wants Will to know he’s not alone in it. And because he wants Will to know that even though it’s a lot harder for Will to find someone than it is for guys who like girls, there are still guys out there that like guys too and it’s still possible to find a guy that’ll be interested in you and willing to take a risk to show you

Jonathan tells Argyle that he was thinking about telling Will because it was what he was thinking about and so Argyle knows he’s going to say something and can stop him if he wants to. But he also tells him because he knows that Argyle picked up on the same things about Will and his feelings toward Mike that Jonathan did back when Mike visited. It’s not something they discussed at all, but he knows Argyle knows from the ways he reacted

And Argyle tells him “Go for it, bro”

When Will finds out he’s shocked at the news that Jonathan’s apparently into guys and girls and he’s relieved not to be alone and the family freak and he’s glad that they decided to tell him but he’s also bitter that Jonathan has known that he’s queer for like five minutes and he’s already with a guy (and to add extra salt in the wound, that guy is Jonathan’s best friends) while Will’s known that he was gay for practically his whole life but he still has no experience with any guys and no chance at ever having anything happen with his best friend

[julesclues]

Falling In Love - Headcannons

Warnings: none

Word count: 383 words

Pairing: Eddie Munson x afab!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson realizing he’s in love with y/n and one day confessing

Eddie Munson had always thought of y/n as just a friend. They had grown up together in Hawkins, playing games and exploring the town's many secrets. But as they got older, Eddie began to see y/n in a different light.

It started with little things, like the way she laughed at his jokes or the way her hair shone in the sunlight. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her, to make her smile and hear her voice.

At first, Eddie didn't know what to make of these feelings. He had never thought of y/n as anything more than a friend, and he didn't want to risk ruining their relationship.

But as he spent more time with her, he began to realize that his feelings were more than just a passing crush. He was in love with y/n, and he couldn't ignore it any longer.

It hit him one night, as they were sitting on the roof of her house, looking up at the stars. Eddie was struck by the beauty of the moment, the way the sky seemed to go on forever and the peace of being with y/n. He knew in his heart that he wanted to be with her, to make her happy and be by her side no matter what.

It was a scary realization, but Eddie knew that he couldn't keep it to himself any longer. He turned to y/n, his heart pounding in his chest, and told her everything.

"I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen in love with you, y/n. I want to be with you, to make you happy and share my life with you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Y/n looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, Eddie feared that he had made a mistake, that he had ruined their friendship forever. But then she smiled, a soft and beautiful smile that lit up her face.

“Yes, Eddie," she said, taking his hand. "I'll be your girlfriend."

Eddie felt like he was walking on air as he hugged y/n, his heart soaring with happiness. He knew that they had a lot to figure out, a lot of new territory to navigate, but he was ready for anything as long as he had y/n by his side.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Unconventional Traditions - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve, his girlfriend and their friends have some very unconventional traditions which lead to some holiday shenanigans.

Word Count - 1164

Warnings - drug use(weed), profanity, mentions of sex, female reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

Author's Note - Day 11!! I'm back to posting at my usual time for now, it probably won't last but I will try! I hope you enjoy!

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Their traditions started in the morning on Christmas Eve. They would all gather at Steve’s house since his parents were never home and have breakfast together. The breakfast was always the same options, pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit salad and french toast. Y/N usually spends the night before getting everything prepared and waking up extra early to get to cooking. Steve was pretty good in the kitchen but she was better at multitasking so the cooking was left up to her as Steve cut up fruit.

After breakfast, they usually will start a few different holiday themed puzzles. They usually had about three going at once, making it a competition to see which team finished first. Every year it was Y/N, Steve and Robin finishing first which may seem surprising but their three brains equal about two depending on how tired they were. They had a system down, Y/N would get all of the edge pieces done, then work on the bottle, Robin working in the middle and Steve working at the top. The system had yet to fail them. 

The puzzles usually took them about 3 hours so by the time they were done, they would go to start their movie marathon. Because Robing and Steve worked at the video store, they were able to snag the last copies of A Christmas Story, Gremlins and A Christmas Carol so they usually started with Gremlins. As the movie began, most of the older teens, and by most that really just meant Eddie, Steve, Y/N and Gareth going outside to light up a joint to pass between the four of them. As they got a slight high going, they would head back inside to the warmth, start up a fire and Y/N would go back to the kitchen to start making some hot chocolate. 

Nobody dared to make hot chocolate because they all knew hers was the best, spiking the hot chocolate for the older teens and leaving a normal hot chocolate for the younger ones. They would all cram into the living room, around the tv and watch their movies and drink their hot chocolate. As the movies came to an end, they would move to their next task, ordering a disgusting amount of pizza, by now the four stoners in the group were about four joints in, so the munchies had set in. Y/N used to make homemade pizza but they gave that up the year before because she tried to make pizza while she was baked and she nearly set the house on fire. 

As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, El and Argyle all walked in so they exchanged their gifts. Every year they did secret santa but not really, everyone knew who they had and there was a $20 limit. Their big rule was no significant others and no siblings. This year Y/N had the pleasure of buying for Eddie so she had gifted him some new guitar strings, picks and some joints rolled by her as an apology for always stealing his. 

Robin had gotten Y/N, gifting the girl a new sketchbook, some sketching pencils and more crochet hooks since she lost hers like crazy. By the time the gift exchange was over, the pizza had arrived, everyone pitching in to pay before digging in. Y/N and Steve taking over the lazy boy. Golden Girls was playing on the tv quietly as the room was filled with chatter of the friends. 

“I love doing this every year,” Steve admitted quietly to his girlfriend.

“I do too. This is our big dysfunctional family. I’d rather be here than spending time anywhere else,” She replied back, looking her boyfriend in the eye and admiring them. Steve took this chance to kiss his girlfriend gently, almost shy. “I love you Steve Harrington.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

As the rest of the group finished up the pizza and cleaned the living room a bit. It was time for some games, they usually prank called their families so this year they started with the Wheelers. Eddie held the phone and everyone in the room dead silent to hear what was happening. “Hello?”

“Yeah, hi, this is Paul’s pizza just notifying you that your order of 12 pizzas is out for delivery. Will you be paying cash or card ma’am?” Eddie responded in a lower voice than his usual speaking voice.

“12 pizzas! I never ordered 12 pizzas! This must be a mistake!”

“Are you Karen Wheeler?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Then the pizzas are for you, so cash or card lady?”

With that, she had hung up, the whole room bursting out in laughter. Y/N wiping a tear from her eye as Gareth dialed her parents house. This went on for another hour or so until everyone had started to yawn. The younger teens had already set up camp in the living room, the older ones were able to set up in the guest room, Steve’s parents’ room and his room as well. 

The stoner group had multiplied, so the 6 of them had gone outside for one last pass around before calling it a night. After the joint had died out, they all went upstairs, going into the respective rooms. Eddie crashes on the floor in Steve’s room, Gareth and Argyle getting the guest room and Jonathan, Nancy and Robin getting Steve’s parents’ room. This had been their typical arrangement for the last couple years, nobody really daring to change it up.

“I swear if I hear you two fucking, I will vomit all over the both of you and then the carpet,” Eddie threatened.

“When have we ever had sex with you in the room?” Y/N asked him incredulously. 

“Last year, you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. You guys aren’t as quiet as you think, granted it was a little hot but I still wanted to vomit.” Steve chucked a pillow at Eddie’s head before collapsing on the bed.

“Don’t worry dude, I think we are far too high to have sex tonight,” Steve assured their friend.

“Whatever you say Steve,” Eddie replied unconvinced. She had finally gotten onto the bed, immediately making her way into Steve’s side and snuggling close. 

“Goodnight baby,” Steve said to his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head.

“Aww, goodnight Harrington!” Eddie teased with a chuckle, earning a groan from the couple.

“Goodnight Eddie. Night Stevie,” Y/N giggled lightly before relaxing herself. She was the first one to fall asleep, drifting off not even 5 minutes after laying down.

“Night Munson.”

“Night Harrington.”

With that, all was quiet in the house, the only thing that was heard was gentle breathing and snoring. Snow gently falling as the night progressed, coating the house in a blanket of white and adding a chill in the air. Making their perfect and unconventional Christmas just that much cozier.

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Congratulations on the followers! I hope there is another celebration for more soon as you deserve all the recognition!

I was hoping it's not to late to request from the prompts list. If it not I would like to request 13 and 18 with Argyle and a female reader. The reader has a crush on her friend Argyle, so when he returns from Hawkins and he tells her about what happened/is happening shes worried and upset.

Bad Trip - Argyle

Summary: Your friend Argyle shows up on your doorstep after vanishing into thin air. You aren't entirely pleased to see him.

Pairing: Argyle x Reader

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: swearing, little fight, fluff!

a/n: i love writing side characters that i can just make shit up about. like, does argyle have a sister? dunno. does he have one in this? absolutely.

thank you for requesting! <3

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You were hallucinating.

That was the only logical explanation for how Argyle was standing on your doorstep with an awkwardly sheepish smile on his face after being missing for a week.

Every thought emptied from your mind as the shock turned into relief, and then quickly morphed into anger. You stepped forward and planted your hands on his chest, sending him flying back a few feet as you pushed him.

His smile dropped as he stumbled. “What—”

“How dare you,” you seethed, stepping closer to him. “How dare you just show up like nothing happened? Like you didn’t just disappear without a single fucking word.” Tears pricked at your eyes as you continued your tirade while Argyle just stood there, watching you with wide eyes. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

He reached out to take your hand, but you stepped back, pulling your hand to your chest.

“Don’t.”

“I can explain everything, I swear,” he said. “Well, as best I can. There are still some things that are totally way over my head. But I can explain as best I can.”

You were crying in earnest then.

For a whole week, you had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown after you arrived to work to find Argyle had ditched his shift mid-way through. You had gone to his place after your shift ended, thinking that he might have split to hang out with Jonathan, but he wasn’t home.

You tried calling him the next day, but still nothing. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling in your gut that something was wrong.

And after the third day of radio-silence from him, you had used the spare key to let yourself into his house.  Nothing had been moved. All of his clothes were still in his closet. The dirty dishes were still piled on his counter. The movie that he’d rented for you guys to watch on the weekend was still sitting on top of his TV, even though it was due two days ago.

It looked like he had simply gone to work and not come home. That sinking feeling had turned into a pool of dread.

You had called his older sister, thinking that maybe he had gone to visit her, but she hadn’t seen him. You had even tried Jonathan, but his line had been busy every time you called.

No one in Lenora Hills seemed to know where he was. He had just vanished in the middle of the day.

You had been on the verge of calling the police, but hesitated. What would you have even said to them?

Despite the fact that you want to be so much more, you were just his friend, and he didn’t have to tell you where he was going and when, even though he normally did tell you everything.

Seeing him now, your heart was torn between wanting to throw yourself into his arms and never let go or throw him of your lawn and never see him again. “Go away, Argyle,” you managed, swiping at your wet cheeks. Your voice was pathetic, even to your own ears.

“I can’t leave with you crying like this,” he said softly. “Let me explain, please. And if you still want me to leave then I will. I won’t even fight you on it.”

You stared at him, debating letting him in. He looked hurt at your hesitation, face falling as you didn’t immediately welcome him in like you always did. That one look alone had you pulling your door open, leading him to your couch where he began explaining his disappearance.

An hour later, and you were wondering what kind of new strain Argyle had tried that led to a trip this bad.

You held your hands up. “Wait. So, Jonathan and his brother and sister somehow have magic powers?”

“No, just his sister. It’s so totally insane, dude. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

The whole time he’d been explaining this crazy story, you had sat in silence, which you returned to now. You just blinked at him. “Right.” You still weren’t entirely sure if you believed it, but Argyle had never lied to you before, and to start with something this fucked up would be out of character for him.

He seemed to be excited about his little adventure. You weren’t sure how in the hell he could have any positive feelings about the gruelling week he’d had, but…that was just Argyle.

After a moment, his eyes fell to his shoes as he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t call. It’s just, you know, secret government assassins on our tail and all.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I did want to,” he continued, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “And I thought about it, like, all the time. But… but I thought that they might be able to trace the call or something, like in those spy movies you like.” He paused, finally looking up at you. “I didn’t want them finding you.”

Your heart melted at the sincerity in his voice. Even with all everything going on, he was still thinking about you.

“It’s alright,” you told him. “I was just so scared that something bad happened to you. I mean, I guess it did, so I was right, but I’m just glad you’re OK.”

He smiled, his casual Argyle smile that made you weak at the knees. “Gotta trust that gut instinct more often.”

You scoffed. “I trust my gut all the time. It’s you and Jonathan who second guess me.”

“Trust me, I won’t be second guessing any shit you say from now on.”

You couldn’t pull your eyes from him, just so overcome with gratitude and disbelief that he was sitting across from you. Safe. Even after being involved with monsters and superpowers and secret government agents. “You’re not allowed to be gone a whole week ever again,” you said. “Especially without telling me.”

Argyle laughed, throwing his head back. “I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Not without you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, at the underlying meaning that you prayed you weren’t imagining. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

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“So you and the other wonder twin spend the entire weekend together like usual?” Eddie asked, shifting so he could sit on the corner of Steve’s desk.

“No,” Steve chuckled, “I didn’t even see her this weekend at all thank you very much.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows over his own cup of coffee, “Wow, is that a record for you two? 2 whole days!”

“Oh please, we aren’t even that bad.” Steve kicked his foot against Eddie’s boot playfully. Eddie was in his usual work attire, black jeans, black combat boots, and a dark henley with the sleeves rolled up to show his tattoos.

“You really are,” Eddie kicked back against Steve’s dress shoe. “So what does Steve Harrington do on a weekend all alone?” Eddie stood up, pacing around Steve’s desk dramatically. “Separated from his twin, all alone. Ah,must have had a date.” Eddie stopped his pacing and turned to Steve with a wide smile. “Oh you’re blushing! Must have been more than just a date…am I right?” Eddie waggled his brows in a way not too far off from how Robin had.

“I did not have a date,” Steve shook his head, pushing himself up from his desk. “And even if I did it's none of your business anyway.” He avoided looking at Eddie as he grabbed his coffee.

“Oh I know I know, none of your business is my business.” Eddie trailed after Steve as they made their way to the meeting room. “You are a closed book Steve, only Buckley seems to know anything about you. But don’t you worry, I have made it my personal mission to know you more.” Eddie said, leaving Steve with a pat on the shoulder as he made his way to his seat.

Thank you to @knightofthieves for beta reading and helping me revise!

I’m hoping to have this up soon! Maybe by this weekend or next week :)

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glow. argyle x reader.

a/n: hellllloooo! i finally wanted to write something on here because life is too short ya know. here is something short for my favorite boy argyle :)))

content: drug usage (weed), no specific pronouns used! 1.45k words!

you hesitate, shivering outside of argyle’s apartment door. the night is chilly for california, but it was nice nonetheless. argyle had invited you over when it would just be you two alone, as jonathan was out with nancy, who was visiting over break. 

you don’t know why you’re so nervous. you and argyle have been best friends for years now. perhaps it was the fact that you’ve harbored feelings for argyle for months now. yes, argyle was your goofy best friend, but he was also a creative human with a beautiful soul. 

you finally knock on the door and wait a few moments as you hear his steps shuffling through the apartment on the other side of the door. 

argyle beams at you when the door finally swings open. he’s wearing a graphic tee that hangs loosely around the neck line. he shuffles to the side to let you in, so you brush past him. argyle’s body is naturally warm and he smells familiar, comforting. 

you take a look around, surveying the apartment. you set your purse on the coffee table and follow argyle as he saunters back to his bedroom. he gets comfortable on his bed and pulls a newly rolled joint out of the drawer of his nightstand. 

“just me and you tonight, dude,” argyle tells you, but you already knew that. 

“okay,” you laugh as you bounce over to his bed and sit directly in front of him. he grabs his lighter and brings the joint to his pink lips. at first, argyle’s eyes focus on the joint, but then his eyes flutter to yours. he looks at you through his eyelashes as his movements become languid and spaced-out.

he holds the smoke for a mere moment before tilting his head back and exhaling the smoke into the air where it lingers due to lack of air circulation. he bring his eyes back down to yours and passes the joint to you with a whispered “here.”

the joint continues to burn when he hands it to you. maintaining eye contact with argyle, you brush your fingers through your hair, bringing it to one side of your shoulders. the side of your neck is now exposed, and you catch argyles eyes flutter to the exposed spot when your own t-shirt slips down your shoulder. he swallows quickly and you see that his cheeks are now tinted a soft scarlet. with an amused smirk, you now take a hit from the burning joint. the smoke burns down your throat and into your lungs. you hold it there for a moment, then blow into the air as well. you can already feel yourself becoming relaxed, the weed making the world hazy. 

argyle takes the joint back from your hands as an idea comes to his head. you two continue to sit facing one another when argyle brings the joint to his plush lips once more. before taking a hit, he says a quick “c’mere” as he grabs your wrist with his free hand to pull you closer. your posture tenses and then relaxes, back arching slightly where you lean closer to him. he looks into your eyes like he’s trying to communicate his idea to you. you pick up on his hint, your lips parting slightly and your eyes look pleadingly into his. he then exhales, blowing the ropes of intoxicating smoke into your mouth. 

you’re suddenly very aware of argyles presence this close to your face, merely centimeters away. kissing him would be easy, you only had to lean in a little more. you overthink it, inhaling too quickly and choking yourself on the smoke. you starting violently coughing and your eyes flood with tears, not only because you were choking, but because you were embarrassed. your face is now flushed so scarlet, it was practically maroon. 

you stand up quickly, looking away from the spot where argyle sits. he’s softly chuckling from his spot on the bed and you couldn’t stand to look him in the eye right now. you spin around frantically, locating the door. 

“i’ll be right back,” you say in a rush. you swiftly make your way to the only bathroom in his apartment. 

you spend your time in the bathroom patting your cheeks and silently begging this flush of longing and embarrassment to die down. you splash some water on your face and swallow some out of the makeshift cup of your hands, which soothes the itch burning in your throat. you remind yourself to breathe deeply. your high is settling in nicely now, so you place a smile on your face and open the door to the bathroom. 

when you return to his bedroom, you step over abandoned clothing and shoes to get back to his bed. you look up and see argyle laid out on his bed. you could admire him like a work of art. he wears a soft smile as his hair is fanned on the pillow underneath his head. the golden lighting of his lamp compliments his complexion and your trip to the bathroom seems to be wasted because all you can think about is how much you want to kiss him. 

he notices your presence return and gives you a goofy smile. the smoke forms clouds just below the ceiling. argyle watches the waves of smoke dance around his room. you climb over him to lay on the side closest to the wall. you and argyle both lie flat on your back. 

you two make eye contact once more, and you both shift to lie on your sides instead. meaning now, you’re facing each other and argyle looks so pretty when you look at him. your breath sounds hollow in your head. the sound is hazy and you turn your head lazily when you hear the sound of argyle’s voice directed towards you.

“you know…it’s fun being high with jonathan and other friends, but being high with you is great because i feel more at peace than i ever have before.”

you feel the flush returning to your face. his voice is gritty and raw from the smoke, and you found it attractive. laughter bubbles out of your mouth and an overwhelming sense of joy takes over your mind. argyle begins to laugh with you. it’s the kind of laughter that is uncontrollable. the kind of laughter that you feel for several minutes afterwards. 

the lamp’s lighting washes a golden glow over the two of you. argyle was right, this was peaceful. it is a very sharp contrast to your busy college life. right now, the two of you lying together, it was a haven away from that stress. 

argyles smile turns contemplative, then he slowly reaches his hand up, his fingers splayed out. you raise your hand as well, matching his mirror. you decide to be bold and tentatively lace your fingers through his. argyles smile returns and he tugs your laced hands to his heart. in turn, you get closer to him. your faces just inches away from each other now. 

your face instinctively inches closer to his, until your nose bumps his. you lay for a moment, nose to nose with him, and match your breathing pattern to his. your eyes are closed when you hear him mutter a soft “fuck” under his breath, and then his lips are on yours. 

your hands untangle, and your palm reaches to rest on his cheek. you melt into his kiss and spring into movement. you kiss him back with a fervor so intense. you feel his hands come to your hips. you lean up, and over argyle. he takes both of his hands on your hips, and sweeps you over the top of him, into his lap. you’re now straddling argyle’s hips, and the kisses become messier—needier. 

you separate from his lips with deep breaths. when you and argyle make eye contact, you’re wearing matching smiles. argyle rushes in to kiss you again, this time lazier, like he has all of the time in the world. you break apart again and argyle starts laughing. although confused at his sudden laughter, you continue to grin brightly at him. you watch the crinkles in his eyes paired his radiant smile as he laughs. his laughter fades into a dazed smile as his gaze settles on your face. he sits with his thoughts for a few moments.

he shakes himself out of his daze and laughs again, “fuck, you’re so pretty. i’ve wanted to kiss you since…forever, man.”

you throw your head back, giggling at his inebriation with red tinted cheeks. “i like you, like more than friends” you say sheepishly, but you were beaming so hard your cheeks were beginning to hurt. 

“can i get that in writing?”

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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.

[emily-mooon]

A Collection of Images of (almost) all the times the ST characters are on the phone (or walkie talkie) PART 1

I scoured Google for some of these images as I want it to be easier for people to find since there are so many times in this show where they are on the phone (or walkie talkie). These are some of the perfect pfps to share with your mutuals as then it looks like you are all talking on the phone (or walkie talkie) with each other. Feel free to add more (do so once looking at all the images and all the ones on part two once it’s out so you know which one to go hunting for).

This is all the images I can fit on this post. I will link part two once it’s finished. A respective tag will be made and put in the search bar of my blog for easy access. Also if you do use one of these images as a pfp, you have no need to credit me since I didn’t really do a whole lot with them besides maybe cropping to make them more square.

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Argyle comforts reader with ptsd.

A/n This isnt well written and i wrote it after having a ptsd related dream of my own as a vent but here yall go.

When I woke up in a cold sweat with the same familiar pit of fear in my chest and something constricting me I panicked and quickly pried whatever it was off me. For a brief moment I looked around and I could see the upside down. The scars from the demogorgon and demodogs ached and tears welled up in my eyes as I made an attempt to calm down. 

I felt like I was about to puke. 

“Hey man, what's wrong?” A familiar voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see my loving boyfriend argyle. 

“Sorry just… bad dream…” I mumbled out, wiping tears from my eyes. 

“Do you need to talk about it?” He asks, staring up at me tiredly. 

I laugh slightly. “You wouldn’t believe me.” 

“Try me.” He smiles. 

“Well you know how im from hawkins indiana right?” I start. 

He nods and I explain the demogorgon and the upside down, the demodogs, the mind flayer and the evil Russians and even the nice Russian man I saved at the fair that now lives in illinois. At the end of it he's staring at me with his mouth open. 

“Duuuuude.” He says while hugging me tightly to his chest. 

“Yeah you probably don’t believe me.” I laugh dryly, more tears falling from my eyes. 

“I don’t know man, your story explains a lot. Like why you always only wear long sleeves and pants.” He says. 

We both laugh and he kisses my forehead gently making me feel better. 

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Wanting Winter (Wanting Him)

Jonathan/Argyle | Teen | 1.9k No Upside Down

Made for @jargyle-bingo!

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“Do you miss Hawkins?”

Jonathan had said the answer to himself countless times since they started driving out west. Of course he missed Hawkins. He missed home, he missed Nancy and his brother’s friends. He missed school and being stared at by judging eyes, and he missed… being alone and feeling alone and wishing he wasn’t alone all the time, because he’d gotten used to the dull sadness that followed him around everywhere. Like a friend. Like somebody. He missed… he…

“Not really.”

No, he only missed the holidays when all of those things disappeared for a while. When Will and Mike and Lucas and Dustin were so inseparable that they had to have a joint Christmas dinner that Steve Harrington got dragged into as well somehow.

“First year without snow, though.”

He took a long drag of the joint he shared with Argyle, laying on the roof of Argyle’s van with the Surfer Boy Pizza sign between them. It didn’t block their faces, though, because they liked to look at each other through thin smoke and sunset purple. Argyle had one arm behind his head when he took the joint back and asked, “Miss the snow?”

Jonathan sighed the memories out and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess.” He faced the sky as it darkened overhead, listening to the quiet tap-tap-tap of Argyle’s foot slowly knocking against the sign. Then a hand was on his face, warm and grounding as it turned him to face deep brown eyes and a tipped-up chin that told him to open wide.

So he did. He leaned in and parted his lips the same way he would going in for a kiss, but they hadn’t gone that far yet, and he wasn’t sure they ever would. Still, he closed his eyes and breathed in the mix of herbs and the boy he wanted most; in through his mouth, back out through his nose, but not before he swallowed every breath that he could. Memorized the touch on his cheek and neck and ear before it went away, though Argyle remained long after the smoke dispersed.

When the hand still didn’t leave, Jonathan opened his eyes again to find Argyle’s gaze on him, firm but soft. His thumb rubbed Jonathan’s cheek—slow, careful, as if to feel everything that made up the texture of his skin. Maybe they’d smoked too much already for him to keep the effect on him a secret any longer; melting into the warmth of Argyle’s palm and the pleasure on his face, Jonathan said, “Yeah, I miss the snow.”

“You like it here, though?”

Argyle snubbed out the joint with the other hand as he sat up on his elbow, and Jonathan nodded with the softest grin. If that, because it was a quirk at the corner of his lips that hardly had time to exist before Argyle snubbed that out too. A shotgun with no smoke, no transferal of air from one set of lungs to another, no veil to come between them and what they shared over the weeks they’d known each other. It was a short thing. A peck. It left Jonathan with cheeks red like his eyes.

Just as quickly, Argyle’s hand was gone again, the warmth replaced with something cold like Hawkins. “Sorry.”

“I like it,” Jonathan said. “Here.” His heart raced, and it was so cold. With you, he tried to say, to whisper, to send through his eyes, but nothing else came.

They shared another joint and didn’t talk about it again.

Just like that, it was the weekend; they hadn’t made plans, and Jonathan blamed himself for that. It had been the same since that day on the van, since Argyle kissed him, but the silences between laughs and long conversations were heavier than before. It seemed that Jonathan bore the weight while Argyle had forgotten all about it. They hugged the same, ran around the same, drove down the highway to skate just the same. It should have felt the same, but guilt pushed his head down lower every day.

He wondered why, though he knew. He was too stunned to kiss Argyle back, to tell him that he liked it, that I like you, and kiss me again, I’ll kiss you back this time.

So, on the weekend, when it was seven at night, and Argyle’s van pulled up to the Hopper-Byers house, Jonathan wondered why he didn’t ask before coming. He watched from the window as Argyle parked and stepped out, heard the knocking from downstairs before heavy footsteps made their way to his room. “Yeah?” He jumped back onto his bed, magazine in hand like it was before the engine came and stopped outside.

Hopper opened the door a few inches to say, “Mister Hipster’s here,” without adding that the magazine was upside down. Jonathan never noticed.

He followed Hopper downstairs, trying not to trip over his feet to the door. Argyle was standing against the back of the couch, arms crossed, staring at his shoes or his hair as it swayed from side to side. “Don’t party too hard, kid,” Hopper said, then was off again to the backyard.

Argyle straightened and looked at Jonathan with wide-eyed disappointment. “What the hey, man, you’re not even dressed.”

“Did—what? You didn’t even tell me you were coming.”

“We always go out on Saturday. It’s our day, man.”

He shook his head and stammered while he processed through confusion, then held up both hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Yeah, I’ll—give me a minute, man, hold on.”

A complete one-eighty, Argyle’s frown turned up into his happy-go-lucky grin that never failed to make Jonathan’s heart flutter just a little. A lot. Too much to do anything but pull on his jeans and a hoodie and follow Argyle out to the van.

“Where we going?” he asked, fiddling with the zipper through both pockets at his sides.

“That, my friend, is what we call a surprise.”

“Come on, not even a hint?”

“Afraid not, but it’s, like… close-ish. Sorta. Not really, actually, but you trust me, right?”

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go.”

Pleased, Argyle smacked Jonathan’s thigh and started off on their journey down the road and up along the highway. Their exit to the skate park came and went, so they weren’t roller-blading. They played music and shared a joint, and Jonathan watched Argyle watch the road, watched the boy he wanted not want him anymore.

They parked in a little town just outside of Los Angeles—for the second time, as the first was one week after they met because it was where Argyle’s favorite food truck lived.

“Tacos?” Jonathan asked, grinning. “Is that your big surprise?”

“Well, I’d be offended if I thought you were about to turn down tacos, but no. Those are just a bonus surprise.”

At night, Francachela twinkled with stars and Christmas lights winding around trees that lined the road as it curved into Main Street. Argyle walked with both hands in his pockets, which made Jonathan’s stomach coil, and even more when he shuffled behind. They were almost at the taco truck.

“Where are you—“

And Argyle’s hands were over Jonathan’s eyes, chest against his back, warmth surrounding him like a flame; and he calmed down, but he was so nervous.

“It’d ruin the surprise if I let you look, so now you really gotta trust me.”

“Alright, alright.”

Argyle made sure they didn’t trip over each other. “Careful, step down here,” he said once or twice, and, “Don’t slip,” as if they were on ice. “Okay, keep your eyes closed. Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes, they’re closed!”

“Okay, okay, hold on.”

And they stopped.

Argyle’s warmth disappeared, and his footsteps padded away too far for Jonathan to feel it. He thought leaves were falling over his head, but they were cold and wet and—was it raining?

He only opened his eyes when he felt something soft and sudden in the middle of his chest, when Argyle laughed and yelled, “Bullseye! Chk-chk… pbbt.”

“You—!”

It was snowing.

Maybe it didn’t quite melt on his palm the same way, but it twinkled and fell from an empty, dark sky, and Argyle bent down to pick up another handful to throw at him. Jonathan did the same, clumping a fistful into a ball and stuffing it down Argyle’s back.

He hissed. “Shit, that stuff’s colder than I thought.” They both laughed, and Jonathan reached down again, then looked back up and watched it fall like he’d never seen snow in his life.

“Where’s it even… coming from, I—“

“Don’t ask me, man. All I know is they do it every year.”

The not-snow shone all down Argyle’s hair as it continued to fall from nowhere and everywhere. Everyone else, the town’s residents and their friends, were closer to the giant tree in the middle of the town square. So it was just the two of them. No one around to see the way he ran to hug Argyle even tighter than he’d hugged his mom in a while; maybe it meant something when Argyle hugged him back with twice the strength.

“Happy you got your snow, amigo?”

“You’re crazy, dude,” Jonathan said with bursting affection. As much as it ached, he pulled his face out of Argyle’s snowy hair, keeping both arms over his shoulders while the hold around his own waist was still firm. “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ happy. Jesus…” Even so, the smile he wore slowly came down as he recessed into his thoughts, the memory of warm lips that wanted to touch his just once but not again. Maybe again. “I liked it before, you know.”

Argyle’s brows furrowed down. “Liked what?”

“You—you know, when…”

“Oh.”

Jonathan huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Oh.”

For a moment, it came back to him with the warmth of a California breeze on his face, or the lingering scent of grass wafting off of Argyle’s shirt. The way Argyle looked at him with a slow, hazy kind of reverence that he might have seen Jonathan through the whole time. Like he was shy this time, because they said it out loud. They weren’t four Purple Palm Trees in and basking in the sun that felt like July. They didn’t have the smoke as an excuse for what they wanted.

But they had the snow, the feigned winter falling on red bricks and pavement, around the bill of Argyle’s cap that shielded them when Jonathan stood on his toes and tried to say that he wanted it again. A peck. A short thing that made his heart lean and find Argyle’s too.

“Sorry,” he said, and Argyle laughed.

“Shut it.”

“Kiss me again.”

And Argyle did. One peck turned into four, and then they could hardly pry themselves apart. Jonathan wanted to make up for the week he could have spent kissing Argyle instead of floundering around him, around them, wondering whether he meant it that way or just wanted to know how it felt. Tongues poked but didn’t delve too far. Breaths hitched and caught and swapped through their noses. Soon, they were tripping over each other’s feet, and they pulled away to look at each other with equal parts want and reserved flirtation.

“So… tacos?” Argyle asked, and Jonathan chuckled into his chin.

“Yeah, tacos.”

They held pinkies to the truck.

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hello, I saw you're taking requests <33 may I request fluff with jonathan byers? maybe when they are waking up together and its just only them spending quality time with each other early in the morning on the weekend? thank u sm, I really adore and love your writing! ❤

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Jonathan Byers x Reader

This is just some fluff, requested by anon!

You feel soft, warm breaths fanning your neck. You open your eyes and see your lover. Jonathan has his face buried in your neck, legs wrapped around your waist. His arms are also wrapped around you.

You wish you could capture this moment and save it forever. It was one of those few weekend mornings where neither one of you had anything to do.

Jonathan had his day off from his part time job he got in California. And college wasn't on a Saturday. You are suddenly thankful you convinced your co-worker to take your morning shift. But, now you were stuck working on a Monday night.

You don't notice Jonathan open his eyes as you trace his jawline with your thumb. He is so beautiful when he sleeps. The way his usually stressed face, is, is just so damn peaceful .

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he says. His morning voice is so hot. It's tired and more gruff than usual. Unfortunately, everybody in the house most likely was awake. No morning sex.

"You are so pretty, though," you say and place a kiss on his nose. He wraps his arms even tighter around you, and gives you a kiss . It's a deep, leads to other things kiss. But before you can, he pulls back.

You pout at the loss of his nice and warm lips. You could stay like this forever. He switches positions so that your legs are resting on top of his as he lays on his side. Your faces mere inches apart. He snakes an arm around your shoulders and rests his head on your collarbone.

"Good morning pretty boy," you say as he yawns. He loved being able to sleep in during the weekend (only with you). If not, he was always ushered out of bed far to early.

"Good morning, love," he replies and kisses you on the forehead. "Is it to early to get high?" He asks with a smile on his face. He knew the answer.

"It is never to early to get high, but. I actually can't think of a good excuse. " You giggle as he attacks your face with kisses .

"Argyle might get mad we were getting stoned without him," Jonathan reasons. You see a smirk appear on his face, "Or he is already high with ..Eden," you giggle again at his accusation.

"I know they are dating, I know it," you emphasize. There was no way they weren't. Sure, they were bi-polar opposites. Argyle's bright cloths and fun personality (even though it was most likely because he was stoned....) And then edens murderous persona, and all black clothes. You both still thought they made a great couple .

"Did I ever mention how much I love you?" He adds as he presses another kiss to your forehead. It was perfect. Just the morning bliss as the both of you spent a lazy Saturday alone.

"Not near as much as I love you," you add and press a quick kiss to his lips . "No where near as much," you add your emphasis with anitber kiss.

"That can't be true," Jonathan replies and kisses you on the forehead. Another kiss on the nose, and then your lips. His smile never faded as he pressed kisses on your face.

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The both of your limbs were tangled into the others. In pure bliss. The soft morning glow only added to the perfection. This was love.

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