#stargyle fic

[rogueddie]

"You've got to be kidding me," Robin hisses, narrowing her eyes.

Steve keeps his eyes forward, refusing to meet he glare, slouching a little further down in the little swing they're sat on. "It's just how it is, Robs."

"Do you need glasses, is that it?"

"I'm not blind, it-"

"No, you clearly are, it's the only explanation. Jonathan has been complaining so much to Nancy that she's been complaining to me. This is getting ridiculous."

"We're just friends! People talk about their friends! I tell you all about the shit Henderson drags me into."

"If you were talking like that about Henderson I'd have you put on a fucking list."

"You're exaggerating."

Robin mutters curses under her breath, shaking her head. She turns, catching Nancys eyes, mouthing 'he is hopeless'.

Nancy squints at her for a moment, thinking, before nodding at her. She jumps up, quickly walking over to Argyle, crouching beside him. Her back is to Robin, so she can't try to read her lips.

"So... any not-a-date plans for tonight?" Robin asks, when the silence drags on too long.

"Oh, shut up, like you're any better."

"What?! I am not-"

"Yes, you are! 'Oh, no, we were only getting milkshakes and sharing the same drink with two straws'!"

"That's different!" Robin flushes bright red. "I'm actually trying to make it something more, it's just... taking time."

"Because you aren't making moves. She's probably thinking the same as you. If you were interested in her, you'd do something about it, right? You can't make her do all the work."

"You need to start taking your own advice."

"Ah, that's the wisest advice that there is," Argyle says, coming to a stop in front of them. "What problem are you advising?"

"Nothing," they both say in sync.

"Riiiight..." He glances between them, before turning a little more to Steve, holding out a daisie chain in both hands. "I made you something."

"Oh, uh... thanks, that's..." he trails off, holding still, as Argyle very carefully and slowly places it on his head.

"There you go, man," he grins, satisfied. "Pretty as a princess."

He tilts Steves chin up with a gentle finger on his jaw. He looks at him for a long moment, with a smile so soft, that Steve can't help the blush that warms his face.

Robin gawks at him as Argyle walks away, waving her hand in front of his face after a moment.

"What?"

"That is 'just friends'?"

[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

[italiansteebie]

She's So High

Steve and Argyle are dating, this is how everyone finds out. It goes just about as well as you'd expect.

Read 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.

I'm celebrating 250 followers! Send in a pairing and a (one word) prompt for a drabble!

[rocknrollsalad]

And Then You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth [ one shot ]

stargyle | 7,248 | gen | read on ao3 prompt: fireworks | challenge: spicy six summer tagging: @thefreakandthehair

--- 🎆🎆🎆 ---

As the only member of the team old enough to not need parental permission and could “afford” to do this, Steve was elected to escort Argyle back to California. He couldn’t afford the plane ticket back or the time off work but no one believed that. Their perceptions of Steve never seemed to change, no matter how much Steve’s life shifted. He’d been supporting himself for almost two years now but was still the “rich guy”. The job thing at least temporarily solved itself since no one was in town to rent videos. He should have been hunting for another job but there wasn’t much to pick from these days.  Steve wanted to help, he really did. He always did and this was something he could accomplish so he figured he’d make it work. Originally, he’d planned to call his parents and say he’d gotten stuck and needed help getting home. They’d lecture him for the rest of his life and probably put him on a bus to teach him a lesson but there were worse things out there. Like pacing hospital hallways between rooms of friends who made no changes, desperate for something to pray to in the face of everything he knew roamed his world.  It was that exact helpless feeling, that path worn in sterile hospital linoleum that Nancy used against him. How helpful it’d be for Steve to have a change of scenery and try to forget about all of this for a few days. A luxury they all needed and one he was fortunate enough to have. He’d be foolish not to take it.

[wynnyfryd]

hello i am sorry to interrupt but i am having THOUGHTS

eddie has a big ol crush on steve but hasn’t said anything to him because he’s 100% convinced that steve is straight and refusing to admit his feelings for nancy

steve had a big ol crush on eddie but hasn’t said anything to him because he’s convinced eddie knows about the crush and doesn’t feel the same way, and that’s why he keeps pushing him to get back with nancy all the time

robin is a meddling shit who is honestly So Sick of Them okay

okay, so

the spicy six are having a party (we’ll assume jonathan and argyle are just friends) and they’re all kinda drunk and high and eventually they wind up playing truth or dare. and robin dares steve to kiss argyle. and eddie expects steve to gag and refuse or like, give him some tight-lipped straight boy peck, but steve is like “hell yeah argyle’s hot and i have no other feelings towards him let’s do it” and they just like, really go to town and eddie fucking DIES of jealousy

eddie pins steve to a wall later and kinda angrily is like “okay wtf why haven’t we kissed yet?” and steve’s like “um. i don’t know do you wanna kiss now??” and robin and argyle high five into the sun

[rogueddie]

Steve jerks awake, gasping for breath. It's so dark, the room drenched in darkness. He stretches a hand out, but his side table isn't there. His nightlight isn't there. There's only empty space and the growing horror at-

Oh. He's at the Byers house.

Steve sighs, relieved, as memories of the previous night finally catch up with him. When he'd had one beer too many, Joyce coaxing him into staying the night on the sofa, even though Argyle had offered to drive him home.

He slowly sits up, grabbing at the sofas armrest, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to push away the last dregs of his nightmare out of his mind... but it doesn't work. He can't stop thinking about it.

The porch light is on, he finally notices. So he gets up, holding the blanket around himself, quietly creeping outside. Argyle is smoking a normal cigarette. He looks up, smiling when he spots Steve.

"Hey," he says quietly.

Steve sits down beside him, pulling the blanket tighter. "Hey. Didn't expect anyone else to be up."

"It's no worries, my guy. Dreamland isn't being nice to me either."

Steve hums, unsure whether he should ask. But the quiet is nice, and Argyle seems content to just sit there too. It's comfortable. The night is nice too. Quiet. There's only a few clouds, leaving the stars bright and visible in the sky.

It takes Steve a moment to realize that Argyle is humming some tune, quietly, bopping his cigarette in time. He's sure he recognizes the tune. He thinks it's something he's heard on the radio- though it's not the usual style he'd go for.

He jerks his head back up from where it had been drooping, almost falling asleep.

"Sleep in my bed," Argyle says softly, nudging Steve and startling back awake when he starts to drop off again.

"No, man. Where would you sleep?"

"In my bed? Bro, it's chill, I'm up. I'll nap later. Go, get some sleep."

"No, I'm not stealing your bed. The sofas fine, that's not the problem."

Argyle hums, nodding a little. He turns back to the sky. It looks like he's tracing the stars with his eyes. His little smile, when he glances over, makes Steve feel less weird about staring.

The next time he wakes up, he's a little confused. It's dark- although he can't tell if thats because he's curled up with his face pressed against something soft.

He hums, confused.

"Shhh, you're ok," Argyle whispers. "Go back to sleep."

Lifting his head, he sees that Argyle is carrying him bridal style. "Wha's goin' on?"

"You need to sleep, my guy."

I am tired, Steve thinks. He blinks heavily, slowly lowering his head back onto Argyles shoulder. "'M not stealing your bed."

He slowly wakes again as he's lowered, first noticing that Argyle is humming that song again. But, when he starts to pull the covers over Steve, he grumbles, trying to push them off him.

"I's your bed," Steve mumbles, blearily blinking his eyes open.

Argyle looks at him with a soft, patient smile. "It is my bed. You're sleeping in it." He chuckles when Steve shakes his head. "I carried you all the way here, man. You're not light."

"Oh... but you need'a sleep."

"Would it ease your mind if I slept here too?"

Steve blinks, his sleepy brain taking a moment to catch up. "With me?"

"Yeah." Argyle waits a moment. "Is that alright?"

"Um... yeah? Yeah, that's alright."

Steve shifts over, as Argyle takes his jacket out so he's just in his matching pjs. He rolls over, onto his side, trying to curl away and take up less space.

"Is it alright if I touch you?" Argyle asks once he's in bed.

"Y-yeah, that's... that's alright."

Curling an arm around his waist, Argyle pulls him back so he's not at the edge of the bed. It pulls Steves back flush to his front. He curls around him more snug, shifting around for a moment, nose pressed to the back of Steves neck.

"Still alright?" He whispers.

"Yeah."

[itswhatyougive]

Listen, I just think someone should write a Stedonagyle fic

[theshippirate22]

no thoughts just steve absolutely drowning in argyle’s clothes

[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. 

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[jonathanbiers]

Argyle never gets frustrated with Steve when he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t roll his eyes, or give That Sigh. He explains things patiently, if a bit abstractly, and when Steve is way off base Argyle runs with it. Is Vecna a vampire? Whoa that would be wild, man! Do you think he can’t have garlic? We could just take him out with a gnarly garlic pie, my dude!

the way you're seeing into my mind.... argyle being really soft with steve and taking the time to make sure he doesn't feel stupid when he's confused is something i've considered AT LENGTH (specifically in dms with @himbohohoharringtxn who has the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of Most of my argyle thoughts fdjghkdfj)

i would like to preface this by saying that i am firmly in "argyle and steve are both genuinely smart" territory. i think steve is very neurodivergent coded (i see the arguments for adhd/autism/dyslexia/ocd and as someone who might be autistic but is diagnosed with the other three....i see these arguments and i agree on all fronts) and there's also the head trauma of it all, though that's not what this is about. he's not fucking dumb, he just needs things broken down and explained to him in a very specific way. nothing wrong with that!

as far as argyle is concerned - we've literally seen him in action noticing small details no one else has(one of my fav parallels between them), which ends up being the reason the cali group finds nina and el. he's not fucking dumb either, just delivered to us as a comic relief stoner character with little dimension because the duffers need to be fucking stopped

BUT ANYWAY! you're so right! argyle would see the way steve sometimes gets brushed off and spoken over. the rest don't mean it to be hurtful and steve tries not to show that it does sometimes sting (because it's really not that big of a deal to him and it's not like they're being outright mean) but he would ABSOLUTELY "yes and-" whatever steve's off the wall question or idea was, if anything just to make him laugh, relieve some of the tension. AND IT WORKS is the thing.

it's not just, "duuuude, what if we just lure vecna into the sun? he'll be TOAST in five seconds flat, no fighting necessary. nancy, you can put the gun down, we're gonna hurl garlic cloves at him with a slingshot!" in one fell swoop, argyle is 1. making sure steve feels heard and not spoken over; 2. acknowledging steve's input and effort in a way that, let's be honest, the others don't do very often; 3. putting a smile on the group's faces for a while because fuck they're kids in a stressful situation and need a laugh; 4. putting himself in the line of fire so the others can rag on him instead.

argyle would do this when they aren't even dating yet and steve definitely would not be normal about it, he'd be smiling so big and soft and then argyle would catch his eye and smile back and they'd have this little quiet moment between them amidst all the chaos and dread.

after they're dating though? oh, they'd be INSUFFERABLE. they'd be such a pda couple, with the ridiculous pet names("what the fuck did you just call me?" "don't worry about it, my lil sweet potato pie."), and the open flirting until their friends are fake-retching, the whole nine yards. argyle is hanging off of steve's back with his arms around his waist and not even acknowledging it as he makes his argument to the rest of the group that, "no, no, listen. steve is onto something here, i just know. what if-"

and when they're alone, it'd be less of the theatrics and silliness and more of the gentle patience. they're both smart in really different ways and when argyle gets something steve doesn't and steve is getting a little frustrated about it, he'd take his hand or pull him close and just distract him with a little bit of affection to get him to cool down because he knows being frustrated isn't going to help steve figure out whatever it is. conversely, steve does the same when he's trying to explain something to argyle - though he's less likely to get as frustrated when confused, and more likely to pretend to take longer to get it than he actually does because listening to steve explain a subject he's knowledgeable about is fucking hot, can you blame him? they're just soft with each other, okay