#Steve/argyle

[stevesjockstrap]

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Argyle/Stevie Harrington • rated T • read on ao3 • modern era, no UD, meet ugly, stealing, banter

Written for @stevieweek ‘rarepair’ day, the only actual prompt I stuck to

Thanks again to @lawrencebshoggoth for reading over this for me and agreeing Argyle would be so chill about it 😂😘

Argyle tried to stay away from the huge shopping center, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. His mom’s birthday was coming up and so far he had zero ideas. He hoped that looking around the giant mall would give him some inspiration or he could ask some salespeople about what she’d like.

Sighing, he adjusted the straps of his backpack on his shoulder and chose a hallway to head down at random.

In a fancy home decor store, he sighed again as nothing stuck out to him. Turning to head for the exit, a stunning girl crossed his path and gave him a polite smile. He tried to casually smile back, coughing to cover the embarrassing gasp/snort that came out of him. If he was braver, he’d ask her what to get for his mom, to start a somewhat genuine conversation.

She went further back into the store, leaving him to exit unscathed with most of his dignity intact.

In the bustling mall, he was surprised to see her again near the food court and again in a department store. Maybe she was shopping for someone older, too. She seemed to be around his age, so he couldn’t imagine she wanted beach themed decor or middle aged clothes.

“You don’t seem to know what you want,” a low voice came from right behind him and he jumped, definitely not shrieking and grabbing his chest. The gorgeous girl snickered at him as he spun around. “Sorry.”

Argyle didn’t think she looked sorry. “I, um, need to find a present for someone, and it’s harder than I thought.”

“Oh? For your girlfriend?” She was prying but he felt the butterflies start in his belly.

“N-no, no, I-” he sputtered.

“Boyfriend?”

Laughing now, he shook his head. “For my mom, actually.”

As she grinned at him he took in her beautiful freckles and dark eyes. He wanted to swipe his fingers over her cheeks and her soft-looking lips.

She seemed to like him looking at her, moving in closer. Argyle couldn’t believe his luck.

“Maybe I could join you? I’m shopping for my aunt and we seem to keep running into each other.”

Argyle only nodded, unable to trust his voice. He subtly looked around for a camera crew. This couldn’t be for real.

She flashed a huge smile at him, leading him around the store and then out into the busy center thoroughfare. She’d introduced herself simply as Stevie and Argyle couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she pointed at potential presents. Stevie would laugh as he pulled his attention away from her to glance at whatever she suggested.

Every time her soft hands brushed his arm or grabbed his wrist to stay close in a crowd, his heart rate jumped and the butterflies in his belly started partying.

Ending up in front of another home store, she grinned at him as they stared in the window at the table of tiny figurines. Hundreds of little sentimental sayings and animals and people hugging. It was perfect.

“This is perfect. This is like a lifetime of present material! She likes ladybugs. They’re like, her thing. Her mom animal. You know?”

She laughed, nodding and putting her hand on his arm again. “Yes! My aunt loves dolphins. I think we’ve hit the jackpot.”

As Argyle turned to head into the store, she called out from behind him, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I lost track of time. I have to run. Bye!” And just like that she was gone.

Argyle couldn’t spot her in the bustling crowd after that, even walking over to the railing to peer down into the floors below. He frowned as he got onto the escalator down, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He no longer felt like shopping, just going home and sulking on his couch for the rest of his life.

“Hey bud, your zipper is open.” Argyle startled, then reached for his fly. “No, like your backpack, it’s all open.”

“Oh fuck,” he laughed at the stranger, nodding as he slid an arm out to look at the front of it. Where the zipper was open, and the pocket empty. “Oh fuck!”

The man stood with him for a moment, wide eyed. “Stuff missing?”

“Shit. Only my wallet, phone and keys. I’m such an idiot,” Argyle hissed, looking around quickly again for the shiny bronze hair. “Should’ve fucking known better — oh my god. Thanks dude!”

Argyle took off at a run, trying to dodge through the crowded hall, calling back ‘sorry’ to people as he shoved past them.

In the parking lot, he found his car. That was something at least. He had a spare key at home, but how would he get home without keys or get into his apartment? He sat on the hood, head in his hands for a minute.

Deciding to go through the rest of his bag, he was happy to find everything else was accounted for. Except his expensive hair oil he used when his hair got frizzy was missing.

He didn’t know what to do. Without a phone, he couldn’t even call the police to make a report. But he didn’t want to leave his car in case she located it before he got back.

Everyone who walked past him in the lot refused to make eye contact with him and he refused to be the person approaching strangers in a parking lot asking for help. With a defeated sigh, he decided he’d have to go back in the mall and ask someone to use a phone.

As he approached the customer service counter, a familiar face caught his eye. She immediately turned her back, but he’d recognize the bouncy waves even if he were blind. She darted around a corner down a smaller corridor and Argyle followed as quickly as he could.

Silently thanking the universe for making him tall, he searched down the hall for her. His heart was pounding in his chest. He didn’t even have a plan for what he would do if he found her. But then he saw a flash of that gorgeous hair and he took off after it.

Finding himself in a maintenance hallway or something, he didn’t think before grabbing her arm and caging her in with his arms against the wall. The action echoed around them, overtaking the pounding of his heart.

She glared at him, all the clearly fake politeness gone. A ruse, to get what she wanted from him and nothing more. Suddenly she reversed them, pushing against his chest and getting a foot around his, tripping him against the wall behind him. Shocked, and unable to get his footing back, he said lamely, “Just my keys!”

That seemed to puzzle her. She stopped, looking at him with a strange look on her face. “What?”

“I-I don’t care about the phone or my wallet, you can keep those. If you need money, I can get you more, even. I’m sure you don’t want to go through all the trouble of trying to sell my car or piece it out for parts. It’s a shitbox. I promise. Um, or, you know, if you are into that… stealing cars. If, um, if I could just get my house key back from you?”

She cocked her head to the side, a smirk appearing on her lips before she burst out laughing. “You really are something, aren’t you?” She continued laughing lowly as she studied him, looking into his eyes like she was trying to figure him out. With a small shake of her head, she backed off, letting Argyle shift against the wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Why are you sorry?” She huffed, pulling out his keys from somewhere.

“Uh, you know, for chasing you down? Grabbing you,” he stopped the ramble he could feel bubbling up in his throat.

Stevie only shrugged, “It was kind of hot, actually. Didn’t think you had it in you. But you’re right, cars are a pain in the ass to offload, even if they’re not shitboxes. For the record, you really shouldn’t leave all of your important stuff in one pocket.”

They both shared a laugh at his own expense as she handed the keys over.

“Hey, uh, could we go back to the part where you said I was hot?” He grinned as a blush spread across her cheeks.

“I think what I said was, the pushing was hot.” But she couldn’t hide the real smile that was peeking out.

“Uh huh. So, you have any other plans today since you already scored one idiot’s stuff?”

She looked even more surprised by that, but quickly covered it up. “Well, not really. What about you?”

“There’s this cute girl who I think likes me, I was going to see if she wanted to hang out. I’m kind of tired of the mall, though. Turns out it’s not very safe, people going through backpacks and stuff.”

She laughed, a real laugh and reached out to touch his arm again. “I’ve heard that about that place. Maybe you can take her somewhere nice instead.”

“I should, I’ll just have to stop by my place first and grab some cash. I sorta got cleaned out,” Argyle smirked, glad she didn’t seem offended by him playing around with her. He didn’t even care if she kept his wallet.

“Sounds like a date,” Stevie demurred, sliding his wallet into his front jeans pocket.

Title from Give A Little Bit - Supertramp

Dividers by @/fuctacles

[donttellunclesam]

subway ride home from pride <3

(close ups under the cut)

[lavenderstobins]

stranger tweets part 5

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[morganbritton132]

Steve and Argyle hang out alone together for the first time because all their friends are busy. The next day when they separately talk about the night to their friends, everybody thinks they fucked.

To be clear, they didn’t.

They watched a bad movie, ate pizza with weird toppings, got high, and then fell asleep listening to music in Steve’s room. That’s all.

But when Robin asks about how the night went, Steve is just like, “Oh, yeah. Argyle is great. Love that guy. He’s insane in bed though. It’s crazy.”

And he’s like specifically talking about the one time he woke up during the night and saw Argyle asleep in the most uncomfortable position Steve has ever seen. He fully looked like a corpse at the bottom of a staircase.

He doesn’t explain that that’s what he’s talking about because a customer comes into the store and Robin is too shocked to ask, so now she thinks they’re hooking up. She tells Nancy about it.

Argyle does not help the miscommunication at all because when Jonathan cracks a joke about Steve being the worst, he says ‘nah.’ He thinks Steve is pretty epic in the bedroom (sleeping) because he can ‘rock the bed’ (by snoring). Then goes on about Steve’s morning breath.

Jonathan does not know why this pisses him off so much. Eddie, on the other hand, knows exactly why he’s annoyed by it.

[mollymurakami]

were we just kids, just starting out

[kennahjune]

Having thoughts of The Party being touchy as all fuck after everything.

Like you cannot enter nor leave any kind of hang out without a hug, high-five, pat, or anything from everyone you were hanging out with.

And then, suddenly, you aren’t able to leave without a kiss or hug of some kind from Steve.

It started after the bullshit that was the Starcourt Mall. The kids were leaving Steve’s house from a DnD session maybe 2 months before the Byers left for Cali.

Dustin was taking forever to pull his shoes on and get out the house to his moms car and everyone was complaining. It was one of those rare times where Steve wasn’t the one carting them all around— they all had their own rides.

Dustin got his shoes on and Steve handed him his bag and— without thinking— pressed a kiss to the top of his hat before waving him out the door.

The rest of the kids are silent until Mike speaks up bitchily “what about us, asshole?”

Steve has no idea what they mean until El points to her head with a grin. Steve deals out head and forehead kisses for everyone and waves them off to their respective rides.

And then it just— sticks. At first it’s with just the kids whenever he sees them. He’ll usually greet them with a hug or an exasperated sigh and then say goodbye with a kiss to their foreheads.

Not even Mike complains. This is the kind of shit he never got while growing up— might as well make the best of it.

And then it migrates to Robin as well, and the Nancy is joining in on the hugs (they’re still too awkward for the kisses but the hugs are enough for now).

And Steve never holds back, not even in public. Again, no one complains.

And that’s how Hellfire finds out about the kissing arrangement (that might be the title of this if I make it an actual fic). They watch as Steve presses a forehead kiss to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin before waving them off and then presses a kiss to Max’s head and giving her a tight hug.

The guys try to make fun of the kids for it but none of them are embarrassed.

“It’s Steve, dude. He’s like a mom.”

“The kisses are actually really comforting.”

“It’s a Party thing.”

And then the fuckery of 1986 and Vecna happens and suddenly Eddie’s in on the hugs and pats and high-fives.

And then.

And then.

He’s in on the kisses.

Steve doles out the kisses like usual one night after Hellfire and gives one to everyone— including Eddie.

And Eddie panics and gives Steve one right back.

And then the kids are going feral about wanting to give Steve a kiss too.

And Eddie leaves during the chaos.

And then they don’t talk about it.

Until Steve and Eddie do it again.

And the kids accept is as the new normal; you have to give Steve a kiss back.

And then Steve and Eddie have an excuse to kiss each other on the foreheads and cheeks and noses.

One night they’re hanging out, just the two of them at the trailer after Wayne left for work.

Steve had greeted Eddie with a tight hug the moment he’d gotten in the trailer. Eddie had squeezed back just as tight if not tighter.

Steve was getting ready to leave, and on instinct leant in to kiss Eddie, but Eddie was also leaning in to kiss Steve. So they meet in the middle and accidentally kiss on the lips.

And then the new normal for Steve and Eddie is kissing on the lips goodbye.

Idk, just Steve being a very touchy feely person makes me so happy

[samgelina-jolie]

[ryan-waddell11]

happy 4/20 to them

[sp0o0kylights]

Soulmate AU where there's multiple types of soulmates (Not just romantic or platonic) and Steve Harrington has them all like some kind of relationship Pokemon Master.

He finds his matches every time something happens with the Upside Down and The Party (well Dustin) have taken close note of it.

Imagine if you will, the boat house scene, only Dustin, in the middle of sweet talking Eddie out of stabbing Steve, suddenly sees Steve's arm and *screams*

"I called it, it's the soulmate one!"

Eddie is very confused.

Steve is turned on and, to his great misfortune, not confused at all.

[nerdnameddinkey]

I also have these study sheets I made of some of the characters in st back in march

[libraryofgage]

Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 1: Steve/Argyle

& mutual masturbation

read on ao3

MDNI - rated: E below the cut

His house was finally, blissfully empty. No screeching teenagers, no gossiping girls, nothing. Why he agreed to host them all for the long weekend was beyond him. Steve threw himself onto his couch. He loved them all but a guy needed some alone time, you know?

Speaking of alone time…

Slouching down into the couch, he unzipped his jeans and reached in. He teased himself with slow strokes, building up to it. With a groan he closed his eyes and threw his head back, really getting into it now. 

“Oh, dude, didn’t know this was that sort of party!” The couch under him moved as Argyle sat down next to him. 

“What the fuck, man?” He pulled his shirt over himself quickly and stared at him wide eyed. 

“I went to the bathroom and got lost. Seems like I’m in time for the after party, though.” Grinning, he matched Steve’s slouch and unzipped. 

Steve blinked. He watched as Argyle wiggled his hips to slide his tight pants down enough to pull his dick out. He spit into his hand quickly before rubbing it down his half hard length. Steve’s own cock twitched in his lap. 

“You’re cool with this?” He panted. Why was he panting? He forced his eyes up to Argyle’s face. 

“Sure, all good here. Keep going.” He nodded at his tented tshirt. 

Steve nodded slowly. Generally just being in Argyle’s presence felt like being high on a good day. This was different, but the same. Something warm seemed to slide through him now, melting all possible arguments or worries.

He pulled his shirt up and his dick bobbed a few times. Argyle made a pleased sound and watched as he wrapped his fingers around it. 

“Oh shit,” he breathed. This might be the hottest thing he’d ever done. 

“Agreed.” Argyle was still watching his hand with heavily lidded eyes. He allowed himself to look down at him pulling at his own dick. Argyle’s fingers were so long and looked so good wrapped-

“Ah, oh my god. Why is this-“ he stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. 

“Everything’s okay, man. Don’t think so much.” The small chuckle broken by a moan made him relax somehow and he turned his head to meet Argyle’s crinkled eyes. “It’s okay to feel good, Steve. It’s, like, what life is all about, you know?”

Steve nodded. He could maybe do that. He reached a hand down to fondle his balls and with his other hand twisted his wrist around the head. He thrusted forward a few times into his fist. 

“That’s it,” Argyle encouraged. 

Their combined breathing noises and wet slick sounds filled the room. The tingling started in the base of his spine again and he let it happen. “I’m- oh, I’m gunna come.”

Argyle smiled wider. “Yeah. C’mon. Come for me.”

He came spectacularly hard as soon as the words sunk in. For me. He shook his way through his aftershocks while watching Argyle’s hand work himself to his own orgasm. His other hand grabbing at the couch. He finally threw his head back and made little grunting sounds as he came. Steve watched with rapt attention as his come shot up onto his belly. 

“Wow,” he couldn’t help but whisper into the sudden silence. 

“Glad I got lost,” he replied. 

This was an anon request… if you wanted to request things 👀

@lighthousebeams

[lavenderstobins]

stranger tweets part 10

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[strawberryspence]

I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

→ Current Additions: Lucas Lie Detector & Max's Future (Scroll down the link)

[mollymurakami]

we’re all pretty bizarre. some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.

[loserharrington]

steve and argyle as a duo would be so…. argyle would never be outright rude to someone but he would be LOUDLY passive aggressive and steve has no problem telling someone to their face that he’d kill himself to get them to stop talking. it’s like good cop bad cop except they’re both bad cop