#stargyle fic

[rogueddie]

Is That All It Takes / Slither

At the end of the world, Steve is sure that there's no better time for romance. They need all the positives they can get and, in his mind, resolving potential romantic tension is great.

Even if he ends up rejected, like with Robin, he knows that it has the potential to make them better friends. He's not sure he would be as tightly bonded to Robin if he hadn't tried to ask her out- it's a decision he's always been strangely proud of.

The only problem? Steve is usually put into different groups- Robin, Nancy, the kids...

"Good job you've both got tonight off," Robin points out.

Steve qucikly sits up. "What? The whole night?"

With the teams they have, almost everyone is on rotation for patrol of their little camp every night. Having a night off, completely, is rare. Having a night off at the same time as Argyle?

"The whole night," Robin confirms. "Someone said something about him being the only one in that group not on rotation tonight, so I offered to cover for you."

"I was supposed to be with Nancy, wasn't I?"

She throws a notebook at him. It's the one she uses for her notes and doodles- as well as her 'poems'.

When he catches the book, she immediately realizes her mistake and dives after it. They're tangled on the floor, giggling from their attempt at wrestling, when Hopper pokes his head in to call Robin out for her turn on patrol.

"You kids having fun?" He asks.

They both scramble to their feet, despite the smile he has that reassures them that they aren't in trouble.

"Sorry," Steve smiles sheepishly.

"It's fine," Hopper waves him off. "You ready, Buckley?"

"Yep! Let's go!"

A beat after she leaves, Steve realizes he forgot to ask where Argyle will actually be for the night.

It shouldn't be hard, he thinks, trying to reassure himself. From what Steve has seen, or heard through Robin, he usually sticks to the same three spots. It shouldn't take too long to check them out.

And, hopefully, Argyle won't be in his bunk already. Steve crosses his fingers as he heads out.

He finds him in the second place he checks- he's just behind the building they use for storage. He's smoking.

"Hi," Steve greets. He tries to smile, hope it doesn't look as awkward as it feels. "You doing alright?"

"Not bad," Argyle nods. He offers his cigerrette, but Steve shakes his head. He shrugs as he gestures towards the woods. "Quiet."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, not sure what else to say.

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, slowly realizing that he should have thought of something to actually talk about before he went looking for him.

"We should grow weed," he blurts out. He nearly slaps himself, barely holding back a wince.

Argyle hums, thankfully keeping his eyes forward as he thinks it over. "Yeah. We should. It'd be nice to be able to chill again. Shit's stressful."

"Right," Steve agrees. He does wince this time, hating how lame he sounds. He's sure he's better at this sort of thing.

"How you doing?" Argyle asks, turning to him. "Never see much of you."

"Oh, yeah, I'm alright. This sort of thing is like... well, it's becoming a sort of comfort. I'm kinda thankful for it." He pauses, almost stumbling over his words when he tries to quickly point out; "patroling, I mean! Like, guarding and... that."

"Mm, yeah. One of the small ones mentioned that you're, like, the babysitter. Patrolling is another way of keeping an eye on the kids."

"Right, exactly. Yeah."

"It's good, you know," Argyle continues, before Steve can start to internally scold himself again. "Nice to know you're looking out for us."

"I'm on a good a good team," he shrugs.

"You're not very good at this, huh?"

"What?"

"There you are!" Someone calls suddenly, loud enough to make Steve flinch. It's Mike, leaning around the corner, frowning. "You said five minutes!"

"Slow your roll, dude! I'm on my way!"

"Hurry up!"

Argyle snorts. He turns to Steve, raising an eyebrow. "You know which one is my room, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so?"

"Cool. See you in, like, an hour."

Steve wants to feel frustrated. If Argyle wasn't the one to take initiative, the whole interaction would have gone to shit. Steve could feel any potential slipping straight through his fingers.

But, judging by the implications... well. At least he knows that Argyle is also interested.

[vinnymauro]

entertaining the unknown // a stargyle fic

He paused, feeling the rush of needing to leave, “What do you say?” Argyle stared at him, first his lips were pursed, and his brows creased in the middle as he mulled over the odd proposition that Steve had just given him. Steve was standing, feeling almost out of breath before realizing he was holding it. Something was telling him he was running out of time. Running out of chances. Then, slowly, the smile spread across Argyle’s lips, loosening something in Steve’s chest. “Alright. Why not?”

found on ao3

[thefreakandthehair]

Spicy Six -Ber Month Fanworks Challenge

It's that time again! I'm so excited to host the Third Annual Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge, with a twist this year! Rather than winter-specific prompts, we have a mix of both fall and winter prompts. With all of the fun October events happening, this felt like the best way to capture both seasons. The past couple of years hosting the seasonal challenges has been such a blast, and I can't wait to see what people come up with this time around!

Here are the rules: 

It's a Spicy Six challenge so of course, you must include someone from the Spicy Six (Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, Steve, Argyle). Don't feel pressured to include everyone, of course. You can be ship-specific or general. Chrissy is also included! (I know that makes seven– I just don't want to change the title, honestly.)

There are two links below, one for dialogue prompts and one for more general prompts. There will be a claims process, but I've decided to make it easier for everyone (myself included) and will not be limiting how many people can claim the same prompt this year. In years past, it's led to a lot of back and forth trying to choose second options, third options, etc. and there's more than enough creativity in this fandom for people to make vastly different interpretations of the same prompt!

To claim a prompt, simply shoot me a DM with which prompt you'd like from what list (i.e.: prompt 6 from dialogue prompts'). Since I'm not limiting prompts, don't worry if I don't get right back to you!

One prompt per person. You're welcome to use as many as you like, but you can only claim one.

No restrictions for fanart, and no word count minimum or maximum for fics. Long fics, ficlets, drabbles, all are welcome.

Posting will run from November 15th through December 31st. Additional posting details here!

When you post, please use the tag spicysixbermonthchallenge and tag me so I can see and reblog it!

Please feel free to reblog to spread and signal boost.

Dialogue Prompts Here Inspiration Prompts Here

tagging some peeps who've been along for the ride before/expressed interest & some writing/art pals (this is open to everyone!! not just those tagged!): @starrystevie @hexiewrites @stevespookington @withacapitalp @maxinemaxmayfield

@maxineholtzmann @stevethehairington @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @formosusiniquis @sourw0lfs

@steddieas-shegoes @steddieasitgoes @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @thisapplepielife

@werepuppy-steve @medusapelagia @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @starthecozy @sidekick-hero

@shares-a-vest @steddie-island @acasualcrossfade @hbyrde36 @ao3usermelancholyhues

@cuips-not-cute @arelliann @stervrucht @griefabyss69 @kaspurrcat

@sparkle-fiend @ahhrenata @nostalgicbones @henderdads @undreaming-fanfiction

@riality-check @wynnyfryd @aidaronan @stevesbipanic @hereforanepilogue

[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

[jonathanbiers]

ain't no convenient apocalypse

written for argyle week day 4(20)

pairing: argyle/steve rating: explicit status: complete word count: 6,666

Argyle feels kind of weird, cozying up in someone else’s bed to get off without them. Like he’s not allowed to be there, but he pushes that thought out of his mind. Steve told him he didn’t need to rush, but he’s still pretty sure he’s not welcome to spend half the night.

A mistake thinking about Steve, because then he’s—well, he’s thinking about Steve. He’s in Steve’s bed, can smell Steve’s shampoo on the sheets. And maybe he’s always had kind of a thing for bossy.

[alicetallula]

Stranger Things Big Bang 2024 - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There's So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - 19.07.2024

It was a pleasure to work with @gala0apples on their fic for the @strangerthingsbigbang 😊💕

Banner - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - 19.07.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, a metallic ink pen, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title and credits

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Banner as is - Spicy Six holding hands with red string of fate linking them - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - 19.07.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, a metallic ink pen, gel pens and acrylic paint pens 

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Header for the days - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - 19.07.2024

Done on Photoshop by editing the Love String font

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Stargyle Kiss - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - 19.07.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, a metallic ink pen, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[stobinesque]

Congrats on 250!! 🩵

For the drabble prompt: Stargyle + Shotgunning - romantic pairing, SFW or NSFW is fine. No squicks, do whatever you want :)

thank you!! this did end up being nsfw so it's going below a cut! and thanks for the carte blanche, both boys certainly took it 😏

prompt: ‘shotgunning’ | wc: 250 | rated: M (bordering E) | Stargyle

cws/tags: Drug Use, Making Out, Frotting

"Could I get a hit off that, man?"

Argyle turns to look at Steve with a beatific smile. "Sure thing, brochacho."

Instead of passing the joint over, Argyle takes another hit—and maybe he should, but Steve still doesn't anticipate the way Argyle leans into his space. Doesn't put together what's happening until the split second before Argyle’s smoke-filled mouth is slotting open against Steve's and breathing into him.

Heat rushes through him, and he feels an instant high. Like he's soaring above himself. He's barely cogent enough to register the small whine that drops from his lips, or the way he frantically reaches up to tangle his fingers in Argyle's hair and drag him into a proper kiss.

Argyle follows, easily. Like he's just riding the tide of whatever high he's on. He presses against Steve lazily. Rests a gentle hand on his shoulder. Moves his own lips and tongue against Steve's, slow and sweet like honey.

The soft slowness drives Steve wild. Every touch cranks his desperation up to a new peak. He wants every inch of Argyle's skin pressed against his. Wants to devour him. Wants to be consumed.

He moves without thought—clambering into Argyle's lap; pressing both hands to Argyle's cheeks to drag him into an ever deepening kiss, shoving his tongue down as far it’ll go. He's lost to sensation as he ruts against Argyle's stiffening length; seconds away from making a mess of himself while Argyle arches against him with soft, pretty sighs.

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[itswhatyougive]

Listen, I just think someone should write a Stedonagyle fic

[theshippirate22]

no thoughts just steve absolutely drowning in argyle’s clothes

[qprstobin]

I love Steddie but i also love convincing people in the gaynger things server to read increasingly wild or not to their taste Steve ships

[withacapitalp]

2 and 9 for the AO3 wrapped questions

2. How many works did you publish this year?

I have 11 works for this year on Ao3! Actually a pretty even split of steddie and buddie which is fun. I'll have quite a few more published soon though because I'm putting all my 118 drabbles up! You can join me @firetruckfolks if you vibe with gay firefighters lol

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? 

In stranger things? Oh god I think actually it might be my Jonathan/Eddie fic? It's not done and it won't be finished anytime soon but I kind of love the vibe they have together. I'm excited to explore it more!!

Ao3 Wrapped Asks

[thefreakandthehair]

Hi friends! It's that time again! I'm so excited to host this Summer Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge! The past couple seasonal challenges have been such a blast, and I can't wait to see what people come up with this time around!

Here are the rules: 

Must include at least one member of the Spicy Six. Don't feel pressured to include everyone, of course. You can focus on just Steddie, just Ronance, just Jargyle, really any combo OR no pairings at all. Chrissy is also included! (I know that makes seven– I just don't want to change the title, honestly.)

There are two links below, one for dialogue prompts and one for more general prompts. Please either DM me at thefreakandthehair or comment which prompt you’d like! 

More than one person can claim the same prompt if it’s for a different pairing/character/grouping or if it’s for a different medium (i.e.: a prompt can be claimed for a fic by one person, and the same prompt can be claimed for a fanart by someone else).

Claiming more than one prompt is allowed, so long as they are for different fics/artworks and you’re confident that you’ll finish more than one!

No word count minimum or maximum for fics. 

Posting will run throughout the entire month of August, so anytime between August 1, 2023 - August 31, 2023. Additional posting details here!

When you post, please use the tag LexsSummerFanworksChallenge and tag me so I can see and reblog it!

Please feel free to reblog to spread and signal boost.

Dialogue Prompts Here

Inspiration Prompts Here

tagging those who've been along for the ride before or who expressed interest/writing/art pals! @starrystevie @stargyles @hexiewrites @stevecarrington @stevethehairington @steveshairychest @withacapitalp @stevesbipanic @fruityfour @fruityfourgalore @sharpbutsoft @judasofsuburbia @sparklyslug @toburnup @strawberryspence @fragilecapric0rnn @sparkle-fiend @unclewaynemunson @undreaming-fanfiction @riality-check @legitcookie @sidekick-hero @cheatghost @kkpwnall @aidaronan @flowercrowngods @gothbat99 @pizzaqueen @hammity-hammer @bmodiwrites @patheticgirlsteve @misspanicdead @capriciouslyterminal @aringofsalt @barbienheimer @steddieasitgoes @horsegirleddiemunson @maxinemaxmayfield @daysarestranger @henderdads @eddieunbanished @nostalgicbones @delta-piscium @scoops-stevie @steves-strapcollection @scarcrossdlvrs @inairbinad @patchworkgargoyle @ahhrenata @dazedandinked

[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

[jonathanbiers]

gimme danger

written for day 5 (it's still day 5 if i haven't gone to bed yet!) of @stonathanweek, for the prompt: steve & jon + another character

pairing: steve/jonathan, jonathan/argyle rating: explicit status: complete word count: 5.6k

Jonathan feels too hot in his skin, a weird fluttery feeling because there's no fucking way Argyle didn't hear what Steve said, no way it can be passed off as anything other than it is. Excitement and embarrassment mix in his stomach, and he wants to chase it just as much as he wants to hide. He can't even speak, the words catching in his throat and leaving him with his mouth just hanging open. 

warnings: under-negotiated kink, details under the cut

argyle calls jonathan while he & steve are doing stuff, this was planned beforehand by steve & argyle but jonathan is left under the impression that argyle is unaware. it doesn't take him long to figure it out. also it's implied that steve is checking for consent before he makes jonathan answer the phone, but not explicitly asked. all parties are into what happens, there's just noooo proper negotiation before.

[cranberrymoons]

wanna help my worlds collide?

prompt: threesome, double penetration in two holes (kinktober) tags: rated e (18+) hellcheer doubleteaming steve until he cries, that's the whole fic

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Chrissy’s sweet.

That’s the impression Steve gets the first time he meets her, leaning against the wall at a party hosted by their shared boyfriend. 

She catches sight of him and makes a beeline for him right away, marching across the room on skyhigh heels without missing a step. There’s something predatory in her walk, a glint in her eye, and it lights Steve up like a fucking Christmas tree as she comes to a stop in front of him

It’s that kind of a party – people in lingerie and collars, a few on leashes. The Halloween theme carried out to its logical Eddie Munson conclusion of “vampire sex den”, or whatever it is he’s going for with the number of black and red pillar candles he’s got burning all over the place.

And she’s dressed to match: black dress and black heels with red soles, cherry red nails and lips, but even still. It’s not the kind of place you’d expect to meet someone like Chrissy, looking more like she’s wearing an Audrey Hepburn costume than anything you’d find in a place like this. 

She looks like half the girls he went out with back in high school: sweet and bubbly and warm. A nice girl. 

Well, that and the six-inch stilettos.

Her eyes light up when he tells her his name, and she leans closer and says,

“Oh my god.” Cheeks flushing pink, big toothy grin spreading across her face as she settles a hand on his arm. “Are you that Steve?”

And he smiles, tilting his head to the side. “Guess that means you’re that Chrissy.”

Her laugh is light like a bell, and he feels himself drawn in. He can tell exactly what it is that Eddie sees in her, feels a little like he’s staring at the female version of himself, and he makes a mental note to tease Eddie later about having such a distinct type.

[continue on ao3 || 4,702 words]

tag list of people who showed interest and/or outright begged me to tell them when this was posted lol: @withacapitalp @stargyles @imfinereallyy @spoookysix @wynnyfryd @starryeyedjanai @shares-a-vest @penny00dreadful @griefabyss69 @hornedqueenofhell @hbyrde36 @vegasol @salamandergoo sorry if i missed anyone??

and of course last but not least happiest of birthdays to @steventhusiast!!!!!!

[emchant3d]

ao3 || twitter || ko-fi

Hello, I'm Em! 27, they/them, friendly neighborhood witch. I spend a lot of time writing and am currently neck-deep in stranger things and steddie with no signs of them letting me go any time soon.

I'm still working on organizing my writing on this blog, so this will be edited as new tags and new aus make their way to it! Right now I'm only listing works that began as tumblr or twitter thoughts, but more works can be found on my ao3.

Would love to chat about my works so please don't be afraid to send asks with any questions! I'm also currently accepting prompts! I do not do taglists, sorry!

WIPS

siren steve & pirate eddie (for mermay 2024) part 1 | part 2

runaway bride stevie (exes to lovers, transfem stevie harrington) part 1 | part 2 - au tag

son of the mafia steve au (everyone lives canon divergent au) au tag

cheer au (modern high school au, cheerleader steve, enemies to lovers) au tag

you've got a sweetheart (modern musician's au) au tag | media blog

FINISHED WORKS

perfectly misaligned (or, eddie forgets valentine's day) part 1 | part 2 | part 3 - ao3

when you hold me tight (or, the aftermath of steve downplaying his injuries from the bats) tumblr | ao3

it's darker than you thought now (or, the boy with abandonment issues falls for the boy who always runs) part 1 | part 2 | ao3

eddie dismissing steve's interests (less a fic, more a ramble) tumblr

short friends with benefits stargyle tumblr