#argyle/steve

[stevesjockstrap]

Give A Little Bit

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

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The party, of course, immediately accepted Will and Robin when they came out. Dustin couldn't help but ask the question because he's a nosy little shit.

Dustin: *looking at Robin* If you had to pick a man, though, who would you go for?

Robin: Steve. No contest. Only in a parallel universe, though. And parallel me still has to like women. There's no universe where I'm straight. Not that I have anything against heterosexuality.

Steve: Eddie. *everyone stares at him* Oh, was that question not directed at both of us?

Eddie: It's okay, big boy. If I were gay, I'd go for you, too.

Argyle: *whispering* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know about bisexuality.

Steve: You whispered that to me.

Argyle: Oh, sorry. *turns to Jonathan* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know that bisexuality exists.

[morganbritton132]

I don’t think anybody has ever explained the Upside Down to Steve so he came up with his own explanations for what happens and then spreads that misinformation around to the new members of The Party.

Like, turns out Eddie didn’t die and Steve’s just like, “Yeah, that happens. Will died and came back. Hopper…Dustin’s cat. Only seems to work with guys though. The girls never come back.”

Robin, who knows this too, “The Upside Down is sexist.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

[pterawaters]

Chapters: 1/1 (431 words) Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Argyle/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Argyle (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Post-Season/Series 04 Series: Part 3 of February Ficlets 2024 Summary:

"This is weird," Steve said, looking up at the ceiling. "Indiana weed doesn't feel like this."

"Purple Palm Delight," Argyle said with a grin, taking another hit. "Makes you feel like you're drifting on an ocean of calmness."

[donttellunclesam]

subway ride home from pride <3

(close ups under the cut)

[strangersatellites]

give me eddie who calls everyone pet names so casually that the reason steve gets tipped off about eddie’s Thing For Him is because he just calls him steve.

i’m talking calling robin sugar, and chrissy princess, and any of the kids big guy or my man.

but eddie is so hyperaware of His Feelings and the fact that he already let one ‘big boy’ slip that he overcorrects and only ever addresses steve by his government name.

steve is jealous at first but the way eddie’s eyes always go a little crazy and he’s constantly clearing his throat before he addresses steve kind of show his hand.

steve’s not too worried after that.

[hairmetal666]

"Is this always how they act?" Jonathan asks. He has to lean close and yell a little for Robin to hear him over the noise of the house party.

"Yup," she says.

She, Jonathan, and Argyle continue to stare at Eddie, sitting in an easy chair, Steve perched happily on his lap. Eddie has a whole bowl of bbq Lay's, and Steve will lean back for a chip, which Eddie feeds him with a smile.

"And they're definitely not dating?" Argyle asks when Steve leans back to whisper in Eddie's ear, mouth pressed close. It's deeply gratifying that they just got in from California and already they see it.

"Steve says no."

"You think he's lying?" Jonathan asks.

"I think he doesn't realize he likes Eddie yet."

Eddie tugs at Steve's hair, and Steve turns back, gives him a smile that's so intimate Robin can't stare directly at it. Instead, she turns to her friends, but Argyle is still watching Eddie and Steve. He's drumming his fingers against his chin, expression what Robin could only call mischievous.

"What are you planning?" Jonathan asks.

"Just helping some bros find true love."

Jonathan looks mildly concerned but before he can say anything, Nancy makes her appearance. And they're something, becoming something, and she cares about Eddie and Steve getting their shit together, but Nancy is smiling and she's so, so pretty. It's easy to get lost in the blue of her eyes and the sweep of her hair and forget about everything else.

---

A few hours later and they're all sitting around a coffee table in the basement, just the six of them. It's sort of funny, she thinks, how it always ends up being the six of them.

They're crossfaded already, but that hasn't stopped Eddie and Argyle from lighting another joint. Her thoughts have gone light and floaty, all that's holding her to earth the press Steve's leg and Nancy's hand against hers.

Argyle is sort of monologuing and she doesn't think any of them are paying much mind, but then he stops mid-sentence, grips Jonathan's shoulder tight enough that his knuckles go white. "Dudes. What if we played Truth or Dare?"

Nancy snorts. "Not on your life."

"I don't think I can move?" She says. She leans into Steve, sighing with contentment.

"I, for one, would love to see Buckley complete a dare," Eddie says.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I've done plenty. Band kid, remember?"

"Ugh, curse the horny trumpeters." Eddie slumps on the coffee table in defeat.

"I'll have you know, they were very wholesome games."

Steve squints at her. "Wasn't there an orgy in someone's pool?"

She sniffs, looks away instead of answering, which makes everyone laugh.

"Speaking of sex," Argyle says. "No one catch your eye tonight, Harrington?"

"Wasn't really looking."

"That's new," Jonathan says.

Steve laughs. "I'm tired of hooking up."

He's told her that too, countless times. She thinks the real reason he hasn't dated in months is sitting right next to him, drumming his fingers on the coffee table.

"Maybe you've just lost your touch," Argyle says.

"I have not!" Steve clutches a hand over his heart. "If I wanted to, I could pull any girl upstairs."

"C'mon, my dude, no way you're that good."

"I was!" He looks to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. "I was, back me up!"

"I don't know, Scoops wasn't your best work," she says.

"No, no, we said Scoops doesn't count! It was the hat. The outfit! I did fine after!"

"I happened to think the sailor costume was very cute," Eddie says.

"Thank you," Steve preens. He shifts away from her to lean into Eddie, who grins.

"I don't think we can trust Eddie's judgement here," Nancy says.

Steve points at her. "Yes, and I remember you being totally uninterested."

She squeaks in indignation, Robin smothering her own giggles behind her hand. "It was--it was hormones!"

"Yeah, very uninterested in me." Jonathan chimes in. There's a little second where no one reacts--the fact that Nancy was technically still with Steve when that happened ringing unspoken between them--before Nancy and Steve start to giggle.

"I've hooked up with everyone I've ever tried to," Argyle chimes in, nonchalant.

"No way," the whole group says.

"I've got the touch."

"C'mon, that literally can't be true just by like...stats," Steve says.

"Don't know what to tell you, my dude." Argyle's smile is smug. "I'm really good."

"You're just jealous," she tells him. She nudges his shoulder so he knows she's joking.

"No! Jealousy has nothing to do with it."

They erupt at that, calling out the obvious lie.

"I'm not upset!" Steve shouts over them. "I'm just saying, it didn't happen. Sorry, Argyle. You have bizzaro charm, but there's no way it has a 100% success rate."

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Stevie." Eddie cocks his head with a smirk.

"Harrington, you're so cute when you're competitive," Argyle says. "Anyway, it worked on--"

"Don't say Jonathan," Nancy, Steve, and Robin all say.

"Hey! Why not me?'

"Well, it's just--" Nancy waves her hand in the air. "You're. I mean. It's not hard."

Jonathan groans, hides his face in his hands as they laugh.

"I'll prove it to you," Argyle says to Steve. "100% success rate."

"What?"

"I'm going to seduce you."

"Oh, shit," she says.

She knows what's going to happen even before Steve puts his hands on his hips, awkwardly cause they're sitting, cocks an eyebrow, and says, "Okay."

Eddie grumbles something she can't make out, but Steve shakes his head, laughs. "Nah, it's just for fun, right?"

"Until it works." Argyle tosses his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Gimme your best shot."

They rearrange around the table, Eddie and Argyle swapping places.

Everyone is quiet for a second, Steve reaches for his drink. "You got great hands, Harrington," Argyle says.

"I--oh, what?" Steve splutters. He goes a little pink, and Robin thinks it's the first time she's seen him this flustered by a compliment.

"Yeah." Argyle takes his hand, traces along his palm and knuckles. "Big. Strong. Like you could really take care of someone."

Eddie kicks the table, sending it rocking, scattering empty cups and chip bags. Steve is crimson, totally oblivious to Eddie's flailing.

"Thanks," he mumbles. He doesn't pull his hand away. Robin, everyone, is riveted.

"No one's ever told you that?"

"No. No one."

"That's too bad. It's probably all about your hair and your eyes and your body."

Steve smiles and it's one she recognizes, flirty and a little wicked. "You noticed my body?"

Argyle laughs. "Oh, c'mon, you know everyone notices that."

"Would you believe it if I told you I don't get enough compliments?"

"Not on your life."

Steve leans into him, giggles. "Well, worth a shot, right?"

"Always. You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?"

"Ass, right?"

"It was how much you love your friends but you hide it behind a facade of disapproval. Made me think maybe you weren't used to the love you want to give being reciprocated."

They're all locked in on Argyle and Steve, but she notices Eddie flinch, move like he's about to stand, Nancy reaching out to stop him. She thinks, then, for the first time, that maybe this is mean to him. He doesn't know it's not real.

"Oh," Steve says. His voice breaks, a little, and her heart breaks for him. "I--oh."

"Your ass was the second thing I noticed," Argyle quips and the tension around the table breaks, Steve giggling.

With smooth confidence she never would have expected him to possess, Argyle cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Just had to touch it for myself." His voice is soft.

"That all you want to touch?"

Argyle grins. "Not even a little bit."

She watches, stunned, as Steve leans in, face almost touching Argyle's. Eddie makes a noise, a pained cough, and Steve leaps to his feet.

"I can't kiss you!" He half-yells, stumbling.

"And why not?" Argyle asks. He's got a wild smile on his face.

"I'm in love with Eddie!" Steve's eyes are wide, panicked.

"I'm sorry," Steve says to him. "Eddie, I--"

But before he can get the words out, Eddie's climbing over the coffee table, sending drinks and snacks flying, the calls for him to get down ignored as he trips into Steve's arms.

"You love me?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I--got in my head about it and I--I hoped it didn't seem like I was leading you on because my words kept getting stuck, and--"

"Sweetheart." Eddie stops him. "I--" He breaks off, notices that the rest of them are raptly listening to the confession. "Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"

They disappear upstairs, and she turns to Argyle in awe. "I can't believe that actually worked."

"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker. Are there more Doritos?"

---

Early in the morning, they're piled in Nancy's station wagon, Jonathan driving them home. She and Nancy are in the middle seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Steve's curled against him, face pressed to his neck, hidden by a cloud of hair. She wants to ask what happened, how their conversation went, if they're official and how long Steve's known he's in love, but Nancy moves closer, head dropping to Robin's shoulder. Their fingers entwine and Robin closes her eyes, smiles.

"Tomorrow?" Nancy asks.

She nods. "Tomorrow."

[lavenderstobins]

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[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

[dinkeydina]

worked on the designs of spicy six for my Night School steddie AU! 👀

here’s them separately!

[ryan-waddell11]

happy 4/20 to them

[harringroveera]

More Billy and Jonathan’s bonding time…in the best way possible

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Dustin, now a fully fledged hormonal teenager, was sneaking back into the house after sneaking out when a lamp came on.

Claudia: Dustin Henderson! What sort of time do you call this?

Steve: *turning on another lamp* Yeah, Henderson, what sort of time do you call this?

Dustin: Steve! What are you doing here?!

Steve: *crossing his arms* Your mother called me, she was worried out of her mind!

Another lamp flickered on, and Eddie whirled around in the swivel chair, petting Tews.

Eddie: You only get one mother, Henderson, and you choose to disrespect her. . .on this night. . .the night before her birthday.

Dustin: What are you doing here?!

Eddie: I was with Steve. . .in the middle of doing naughty things to him when he got the call. We were both worried!

Another lamp came on, revealing Argyle sitting on the couch.

Argyle: What do you call this sort of night?

Dustin: *sigh* Am I going to regret asking this? What are you doing here?

Argyle: I was with Steve and Eddie. . .they let me watch sometimes.

Dustin: That's on me, I asked. . . Okay, anyone else going to turn on a goddamn lamp?!

Another lamp flickered on in the hallway, and Wayne stumbled in.

Wayne: *rubbing his eyes* The hell? Oh, there's already a bunch of lamps on. . .why the hell are there so many lamps on? Claudia, when did you get so many lamps?

Eddie: Oh. . .I brought this one from Steve's house. . .Uncle Wayne, what the hell are you doing here?!

Dustin: And why are you wearing my mother's robe?!

Claudia: Oh, we were going to tell you and Eddie. . .it was just so nice, just the two of us.

Wayne: Kind of felt like we were teenagers sneaking around. . .

Dustin: Okay, since you two were sneaking around and I was sneaking around. . .does this mean I'm off the hook?

Wayne: That's not how this works, son.

Dustin: Damn it.

[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.

[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.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

"Weed? You smoke weed?" Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Like you don't." He thought for a minute, contemplating wether to say this or not, but he decided to. "While I was in California, I also had gay sex for the first time."

Steve's eyes widened. "What?" he laughed.

"Yeah, my best friend, Argyle. He and I do it sometimes to, you know, blow off steam."

Steve continued laughing.

"What's so funny?" Jonathan asked. "Gonna make fun of me for being a queer?"

"Nah," Steve shook his head, "I find it funny because Eddie, that trash goblin, he and I..."

Jonathan gasped. "You didn't."

"Well not if you poke fun at me for it."