#argyle fic

Jonathan sighed loud, wiping a hand down his face. He watched Argyle jump out of the van. Open the side-door. Taking out three stacks of pizza.

Bopping his head to the song blasting through his headphones. Nearing Jonathan, he pulled them down. “Why are you here?” Jonathan asked in a sharp tone. Argyle shoved the pizza boxes in his hand. “On the house.” He muttered. 

Patting Jonathan on the shoulder, he pushed past him. “Willi-o!” He greeted Will with finger guns. Will rolled his eyes at that.

“Argyle! No one called for pizza…I think.” Jonathan had shut the door, hurrying after him. “Like I said on the house.” Argyle repeated, looking around. Jonathan set the pizza boxes on the counter. 

“Look man…” Jonathan began. Quieted down by his friend shushing him. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of a certain perfume. “Your sister’s upstairs.” He mumbled under his breath. “Yeah, but…” Jonathan started once more, silenced again by Argyle. 

Argyle chuckled sheepishly, running up the stairs. “Argyle!” Jonathan yelled out. Hurrying after him. Knowing exactly why he had invited himself over. Trying to smooth it over with pizza.

Argyle went to your room, heading inside. “Argyle?” You spoke with confusion. You heard him turn the key in the lock. Opening his arms to you with a smile. Ignoring the pounding on the door. Jonathan urged him to open the door. 

Your door thundered making you gasp loud. Argyle shushed you, soothing the situation over. “He’ll tire himself out soon enough.” Coming to lay on the bed with you. You smiled, giving him a playful slap on his arm. 

He hummed loud, leaning in to steal a kiss from you. “Argyle you open this door right now!” Jonathan’s voice boomed through. “Can’t hear you Jon.” Argyle responded with a smirk. Adding more kisses on your lips. 

Jonathan huffed loud that the door wouldn’t budge. Groaning at Will who had come standing on the stairs. Pulling his shoulders up in disbelief. “Where’s the sledgehammer?” Asking in a fury. “You seriously going to kick in Y/n’s door?” Will replied, knowing mom would kill him for it. Jonathan shoved Will aside, stomping down the stairs. 

Argyle had laid himself down on your lap, reading one of your magazines. Interested in what girls gossiped about. You ruffled your fingers through his hair.

Playing a bit around. Till you found yourself braiding it. Keeping it between your fingers, you leaned back to reach for one of your hairbands. Tying it, so he had a braid. 

Argyle furrowed his brows, seating himself more up. Running his fingers over the braid. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” You spoke shyly. “Awesome!” Argyle let out with a nodding head. Pressing a hand to your cheek, he kissed the other side. 

Hearing stomping on the stairs, made you shove Argyle off the bed with you. Jonathan panted loud, tightening his grip on the sledgehammer. “Mom will kill you.” Will stated, keeping a safe distance.

“I’ll kill Argyle if he doesn’t open up.” He huffed out in response. Exhaling a few times, he needed to find that shove to set him over the edge to actually knock your door in. 

When he finally found it, he had raised the sledgehammer. Stammering back when the door opened. “Whoah, easy with that thing there Byers.” Argyle spoke, moving the tip of the sledgehammer out of the way.

Jonathan peeked inside your room. Seeing you sit on the bed, wave subtly at him. Dropping the sledgehammer, he grabbed Argyle by his shirt. Argyle blew a kiss at you over his shoulder.

“See you tomorrow Y/n!” Calling out from down the hallway. “Like hell you are!” Jonathan cursed out. Dragging him down the stairs. Pushing him out of the door and straight to his van. 

“Hey Argyle!” They both heard from upstairs. You had opened your window, sticking your body out. Waving flirty at Argyle. Argyle swooned with a hand pressed on his heart.

“That’s my sister!” Jonathan called out, shoving Argyle in his van. Making sure he took his leave. Turning around pointing warningly back at you. You blew him a kiss before closing your window again.

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The two of you are what some people may consider an odd couple, not exactly understanding how your relationship works but neither of you truly give a shit. Sure, he’s chill and laid back until something gets him worked up and you yourself have a short fuse which separates you from him as if your contrasting styles don’t already do that. Some friends have asked how someone as easy-going as him could be with someone who looks like she sleeps upside down and vice versa but neither of you bother answering because your relationship is nobody else’s business but yours.

You can’t deny that it makes you smile to yourself whenever you see how out-of-place Argyle looks when he’s in your room that is covered in band posters, some photos of the two of you together, skull-shaped and crystal candle holders, knick knacks and figurines from the thrift store and some decor that one might find during the Halloween season that you liked and would fit perfectly in your room. Your bookshelf is filled with dark fantasy and romance, some poetry and classic literature. And then there’s Argyle in his brightly coloured clothes.

“Have I ever told you how awesome your room is babe?” he asks as he leans against the headboard.

“Only all the time,” you hum as you grab the lighter from the nightstand while holding the joint between your lips.

He watches as you light the other end so it burns bright orange and smoke begins to swirl between you. You both pass the joint between each other, inhaling the smoke until your room is slightly grey and all you can smell is the dried up plant with Bauhaus quietly playing.

You get up and sit on Argyle’s lap with your legs straddling his waist and he grunts as he grabs your thighs. You take a big puff and open his mouth so you can exhale the smoke with your lips right against his.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his voice raspy as he watches you with red-rimmed eyes while you smirk at his reaction.

You can feel his body react to your actions as you lean down and start pressing kisses against his neck. He groans into your ear as his hands move up your thighs and under your skirt until his fingers are toying with your panties. You pull away and admire the dark lipstick faintly marking his skin as you move down his body and start pulling his pants down. He raises his hips to make it easier until his cock is exposed to your eyes that are also red. His fingers curl around the sheets as you wrap your hand around the base stroking him and listening to the sounds he makes. You tease the tip of his cock with your tongue making his hips jerk as he puts his hand on the back of your head, not pushing but just leaving it there as you sink your mouth further down his length.

His moans get louder as you move your head and you can feel his fingers curling in your hair as your tongue pushes him closer to the edge. You pull away just when he’s on the brink of euphoria and crawl on top of him while getting rid of your underwear but not bothering to remove any other clothing. He grabs your thighs as you line his cock with the entrance to your pussy and slowly sick down until he’s fully inside. His fingers dig into your skin as you start riding him. His mouth hangs open and his moans grow in volume as you keep rocking your hips at a steady pace. Your eyes flutter closed as he hits every spot that makes your stomach twist in such a pleasurable way.

“Almost there,” you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer to reaching your own high.

“Shit!” he groans as he tips over the edge and you feel him twitch inside your walls.

He moves his hands from your thighs up to your hips as you keep riding him and you feel his fingers tightly grip your flesh. You keep rocking your hips until you yourself fall over the edge and you slow down until you come to a complete halt. You look down at Argyle, his face still twisted in pleasure as you get up and lay down beside him.

“There’s still half of it left. Wanna finish?” you ask as you smile at him.

“Just as long as we actually smoke it,” he replies and you laugh as you pick up the unfinished joint from the ashtray on your nightstand and the lighter.

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"Last hit for her majesty?" He turned it to you. You smiled broadly and took it from him, putting it between your lips and inhaling sharply, laying back and leaning on your elbow. The blunt burnt up, so you put it out and threw it away. 

Argyle turned to you lying on the blanket, putting his hat on the icebox beside you. He bent over you to give a quick peck to your nose, his hair clouding your vision. 

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and shifted to put it up. He did it with such ease he made your hair skills look like amateur hour. The bun he ended up with was chaotic— but a huge improvement from the double pigtail look.

You weren't exactly sure how this arrangement with Argyle even came to be. You moved to Cali and became friends with Jonathan, who, in turn, introduced you to Argyle. He gave you your first weed, you gave him his first sex. It just worked.

Argyle was a generous lover. Perhaps a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. He worshipped the ground you walked on— cherished every part of your body. At times, he would just run his hands all over you while smiling to himself. 

After an incident where you'd laid on his hair and almost snapped his neck, you started carrying extra hair ties so he could put it up when things got heated. 

Argyle took his time taking off your bottoms, wondering at your thighs and legs as he did so. He kissed your left leg from ankle to just beside your pussy, before repeating the same actions on the other side. He'd developed a recent obsession with eating you out and wanting to make you cum— Not that you were complaining. 

He gave a tentative lick between your folds, making you sigh and rest your head against a pillow that was propped up by a stack of pizza boxes. He'd become quite the expert at eating pussy throughout the weeks. Whenever he got horny, he'd claim he 'Needs practice, babe' and proceed to go down on you. A great deal, really. 

He circled your clit a couple of times before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you slowly. The music playing in the background was mellow. You loved how hanging with Argyle was always so insanely relaxing. Your hands made their way into his luscious locks, the only time you were allowed to do so being while he ate you out. You gave an encouraging tug when his fingers joined his tongue in giving you pleasure. 

"Argyle... Fuck" you moaned as he sped up, bringing you close to your release. You could feel him smile against your pussy. He just loved making you cum so, so very much. He loved watching your face as he felt your pussy clench around his tongue and fingers. Loved listening to your moans of bliss and shouts of his name as he sent you over the edge. 

Your chest heaved when you finally came down from your high, looking down to watch Argyle with that satisfied grin he only gets at times like these. "Bodacious, dude." He nodded. How he managed to stay so casual during your encounters was a miracle in itself. It was just so... So Argyle. 

He shuffled around the van for a bit, letting you catch your breath. He muttered to himself for a bit, but finally lit up and rummaged through the glove box. He fished a strip of condoms out of it and held them up to show them to you. "Safety first, amiga." 

You giggled at his proud smile, something you seemed to do often around him. He ripped one off and proceeded to shimmy out of his pants. He put on the condom, still struggling to get it right. You sat up on your knees, helping him out. You held the tip of the condom and looked up to catch his gaze when you rolled it down. 

Turned on Argyle might just be your favourite Argyle. He seemed to have this distinct level of sobriety that came with his arousal, only amplified by his high. He really lived in the moment, enjoying every single second. 

You laid back again and allowed him to position himself on top of you. You smiled as a few strands of hair escaped from the bun, tickling your skin. Argyle didn't seem to notice, too entranced with your figure beneath him. 

"You're a goddess, man." He told you matter-of-factly as he bent down to leave kisses all over your body. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly inched himself inside, relishing in the feeling. 

Yes, this was definitely your favourite Argyle. Oblivious to the world around him, enchanted by the feeling of your pussy engulfing his dick. Completely fucked out the second he got inside of you. 

He started moving, thrusting in the exact rhythm and force he knew you enjoyed. You'd never fucked anybody as obsessed with making their partner come as Argyle. It was half the fun for him, seeing you enjoy yourself on his cock. 

And enjoy, you did. His fingers made their way back to your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He rubbed in sync with his thrusts, watching you writhe at the feeling and smiling. The cooler next to you provided the perfect temperature in the California heat. 

The thrusts of his dick matched with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with the music so well that you were almost convinced he'd made a sex mixtape for the very purpose of fucking you in his van. 

Argyle was vocal during sex, telling you how beautiful you were over and over as he lost himself in satisfying you. You told him the same, but it never carried the same weight it did when he said it. He genuinely believed you were the eighth wonder of the world. 

The pitch of your voices increased along with the thrusts, Argyle finally seeking his own release. The rubber in his hair gave up, snapping in the middle of a particularly hard thrust. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, covering you. It tickled, but you didn't mind. He looked so pretty with his hair down, pure bliss on his face as he stilled and came. 

His fingers sped up, making you scream his name once more before your second orgasm hit you. Argyle hissed as you tightened around him, pulling out immediately out of overstimulation. He gave you another peck on your nose, pulling his hair away from your body and lying beside you in the cramped space in the back of the van. 

He removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can in the front of the van. "Oh, I totally missed, bro" he grumbled, the condom hitting the driver's seat. You chuckled at his actions as he shrugged. A problem for later. 

He rummaged around the pizza boxes, finding a cold piece that had probably been there since that afternoon. He put the slice to your mouth, allowing you to take a bite. It wasn't too bad. 

“What do you mean you’re not coming to California!” You nearly yelled into the phone. The blue phone coil you were twirling between your fingers abruptly stopped.

“It's just, I’m so busy with the paper, I don’t think I have time!” Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler responded, sounding equally as exasperated as you.

“But we planned this for so long. I even made the trundle bed for you!” You whined.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I might be able to come for summer, though. Plus, Mike’ll be there. You could hang out with him if you want?” Nancy said. You sighed.

“I suppose, but it isn’t the same without you…” You trailed off. You heard Nancy sigh on the other end of the phone. You made a mental note to apologize to her later for this.

“I have to go now Y/N, but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Sure, see you later.” You tried to make your voice as chirpy as possible, but you don’t think Nancy bought it. Hanging up the phone, you flopped on your bed and screamed into your pillow.

Moving from Hawkins, Indiana to sunny Lenora Hills in California was a difficult adjustment to make. Truthfully, you had anticipated the move to be a bit easier than it actually was. You had been able to make some acquaintances, but not like the ones you left back in Hawkins. You missed dropping in on Steve and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. You remembered fondly how they would go on break early just to chat with you. You missed fooling around with your friends in their cars after school, and the parties that you never liked, but went to anyway because your friends were going. And most importantly, you missed your childhood best friend, Nancy Wheeler.

A knock at your bedroom brings you back to reality.

“Y/N, Argyle’s gonna be here in a few minutes. You nearly ready?” Your brother Jonathan’s voice rang out from behind the door. You felt your heart drop. You had been so caught up in your own world that you hadn’t even checked the time. 

“Shit, one second!” You yelled back at Jonathan, scrambling to make the bed and straighten the pillows. Your brother’s sigh was audible through the closed door. You heard his footsteps get further from the door as he made his way back downstairs while you scrambled to throw on a decent outfit. There wasn’t time for breakfast, you were already going to be late. Your mother, Joyce had made your favourite pancakes that day. You frown, thinking about how you had to miss out on them.

Your timing was impeccable. As you flung your bedroom door open, you heard the sound of Argyle’s beat up yellow pizza van pull up. A long and drawn out beep from the horn followed. 

“Y/N, let’s go! Now!” Your older brother snapped at you. You swore at him under your breath, grumbling to yourself as you made your way downstairs. Seeing you, El nodded to greet you as you hoisted your backpack onto your shoulders. You returned her nod and joined your two brothers outside. Will was already climbing in the van. Argyle spotted you as you left the house, locking the door behind you.

“Hey dude, what’s got you looking so bummed out?” Jonathan’s best friend, Argyle smiled at you. You hadn’t even realized you wore a frown on your face as you left. “Nothing,” you mumbled as you got in the van and climbed into your spot in the back beside Will. You usually struck up banter with Jonathan and Argyle on the way to school, but after that phone call with Nancy, you didn’t want to joke around this morning.

You’d never admit it to Jonathan, but you liked Argyle, and you'd liked him since Jonathan first started hanging out with him. He was sweet and cute. He was good company to have around, and sometimes when Jonathan brought him over to your house, you hung out with the two of them and smoked, or played "golf." Usually, you would do anything to get to spend more time with Jonathan’s pizza-delivering best friend, but today you wanted to be left alone more than anything.

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Argyle called back, making eye contact with you in the front mirror. You said nothing and just turned to look out the side window.

“Ignore her,” Jonathan said. Argyle nodded and started the van’s engine. Jonathan and Y/N both remarked on the drive to school that this was the first drive since they arrived in Lenora Hills that Argyle hadn’t blasted his music. The drive to school was silent that day.

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School was awful. You couldn’t concentrate at all. The phone call with Nancy and the memories of all of your friends kept replaying in your head over and over again. They were probably having tons of fun back in Hawkins without you. The longer you thought about it, the more your mood soured. By the time the final bell rang, you had had enough. There was nothing you wanted more than to plug in your walkman and go home.

To clear your head, you pulled your headphones and walkman out of your backpack and pressed play. It was a mixtape Jonathan had gifted you for your birthday earlier that year. You took a deep breath and began the long walk home. Even though Argyle was always enthusiastic to give you a ride home, you would much prefer the solitude of walking that day.

Unfortunately, the walk home was much longer than anticipated. The sky had transitioned from pale blue, to golden orange, to deep indigo. You could feel yourself beginning to shiver. Nights in the desert were incredibly cold.

You curled your fingers into the sleeves of the sweater you wore, desperate to preserve some warmth. You were still a fair distance away from your house. As your legs burned from all the walking, you closed your eyes. You wished you’d gone home in Argyle’s van. You could have listened to music with him and ranted about your friend not coming to California.

A long, drawn out beep sounded from behind you, and bright lights flooded your vision, snapped you from your thoughts. You squinted, shielding your eyes from the light.

“Oops, sorry dude,” a familiar voice rang out. The lights abruptly shut off. As you blinked your eyes, giving them time to adjust, you made out the outline of Argyle and his van. A wave of relief washed over you instantly and your stomach flipped.

“Need a ride?” He called out to you

“Yes please,” your voice croaked out, barely more than a whisper. Argyle threw the passenger door open for you, and you climbed in beside him. This never happened. Jonathan always sat beside Argyle. You offered him a half-smile that didn’t meet your eyes and a shaky “thanks.”

“Holy shit bro, you’re freezing!” Argyle remarked, brushing your hand. He quickly took off his colourful striped jacket, wrapping it around your frame. You hugged it to your body and sighed, taking in the faint smell of weed and cologne.

“What the hell were you doing walking in the cold! Did you not wanna ride in the van or something?” Argyle asked, watching you closely. You stared straight ahead at the dashboard.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just..” You felt yourself trail off. A period of silence washed over the two of you, neither daring to say a word. After what felt like hours, you took a deep breath.

“I miss Hawkins. I miss everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with you but you’re Jonathan’s friend, not mine.” Argyle stared down at his hands on the steering wheel at those words. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face so you drew a deep breath and continued.

“I miss seeing my friends back in Hawkins. I don’t think I’ve made any real friends in California. Back in Hawkins, I was somebody, but here? I feel like nobody. Oh! And to make matters worse, my best friend told me earlier today that she won’t be coming to California this spring break anymore. I just don't know what to do,” you finished, defeat dripping from your voice and dumping your head in your hands. Argyle took a deep breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.” And like that, the van is plunged back into silence. 

After a moment, Argyle spoke up again. “Listen dude, I know we don’t know each other very well but, I want to get to know you better.” You lifted your head to look at Argyle, meeting his gaze. His warm dark eyes softened as they looked at you, face illuminated only by the dim streetlight now.

“Tomorrow, you and me, let’s go somewhere together.” He smiled kindly.

“But what about Jonath-” “He isn’t coming. This’ll be just for us bro.” He cut you off, stating matter-of-factly. You didn’t even know how to respond, but there was no stopping the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, and the rising heat in your skin. Argyle’s colourful shirt suddenly felt too warm.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Argyle started the van. Watching the houses roll past and catching Argyle stealing multiple glances at you made your smile grow wider and wider.

“That smile looks good on you dude. I want to see it more”

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Argyle walked you up the path towards your house. The crickets’ chirping died out as you approached the door.

“What time tomorrow?” You asked, picking at your fingernails, suddenly very nervous.

“Oh uh, I was thinking maybe 1ish?” Argyle asked. You nodded in agreement. “Where’re we going?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “That’s a surprise,” Argyle chuckled, playfulness laced in his voice. He looked down at his blue shoes as silence engulfed the two of you again. “I should get inside. Mom’s probably worried about me,” You gestured to the door, your mind instantly thinking of your mom’s worried expression.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow dude.” Argyle waved before turning on his heels and walking back down the pathway. You contemplated your next move for half a second. It was now or never.

“Argyle!” You called out to him. He turned to face you to see you barrelling towards him. Knocking the wind out of him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed. You could hear his heartbeat speed up as he cautiously wrapped his arms around you. If you could, you would stay like that with him forever. The two of you continued to hold each other, not wanting to break from the other’s embrace yet. Sighing slowly, you pulled away. “Thanks.” You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. Argyle said nothing, a mixture of confusion and bliss across his face. You turned and walked to the front door and entered, feeling Argyle’s eyes on the back of your head the whole way up until you closed the door.

You slumped against the door, the dim light from the kitchen illuminating your goofy wide-toothed smile.

“What's got you so happy?.” You turned to see Will looking at you from the stairs.

“Nothing,” you giggled. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal that Nancy wasn’t coming to California.