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“Not like that dummy,” you corrected Argyle, taking the pizza dough from his hands and showing him the correct way to knead it.
Argyle should have been watching your demonstration. Instead, he was focused on your face. Watching the way it scrunched up in concentration. He liked the wrinkle in your brow the most. He thought about kissing it. Would that get you to smile? As hot as he thought your usual grumpy demeanor was he couldn't help but wonder what your smile would look like.
“Are you paying attention?” You scowled at him and his heart danced at the sight.
“Y-yeah. ‘Course I am,” he nodded enthusiastically.
With a sigh you placed the dough onto a tray with others, wrapped it in saran wrap and handed it to him with a slight shove. He stumbled back slightly and grinned at you as he grabbed a hold of the tray.
“Put those in the fridge to proof then take over the front from Ryan. Tell him he’s on kitchen duty,” you instructed.
With one hand still on the tray Argyle saluted, “yes ma’am,” he replied on his way to the walk-in-fridge.
“Don’t call me ma’am!” You called out after him.
Once the tray was safely in the fridge he went to the front counter at the registers, freeing his long hair from the bun and hair net he had set it in and greeting the customers with his ever shining smile. The first person to approach the counter was an older man in a business suit, his gaze immediately judgmental as his eyes laid on Argyle.
“Welcome to Surfer Boy pizza! What can I get ya brochacho?” Argyle asked.
“Uh yeah,” the man began. “I’ll just get a salad.”
“Oh sorry man no-can-do. We only do pizzas! I could get you a veggie pizza though?” He offered.
The man sighed in annoyance. “Of course you have salads. I just ordered one from you guys yesterday!”
Argyle paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. As far as he knew Surfer Boy had never had salads.
“Sorry man it’s not on our menu would you—“
“What are you stupid?!” The guy snapped.
From the kitchen you could hear the commotion. You peaked out to see a man yelling at Argyle.
Argyle who never seemed to mind when you were feeling a little cross. Argyle who would share the last of his best weed with you. Argyle who always told you the dumbest jokes to make you laugh. Sweet, friendly, wonderful Argyle. Bursting from out of the kitchen you stomped over to them, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared the guy down.
“Out.” You ordered simply.
“Excuse me?” The man scoffed looking at you as if you were a piece of gum on his shoe.
“Out.”
“No, I’m going to get what I ordered!” He demanded, slapping his hand on the counter.
You leaned over the counter into the guy's face giving him a deadly stare. “I said out.”
He thought about it for only a second before he turned on his heel and left.
You turned to Argyle who was grinning wildly at you.
“What?” You asked, and he noticed the sudden change in tone of voice as you spoke much softer to him. Maybe still a little mean by some peoples standards. But he knew this was you being nice to him.
“You like me,” he beamed, barely able to contain his excitement.
You rolled your eyes, ”Just get back to work,” You said gesturing to the people still waiting in line to order.
Argyle raised a finger to them as if to tell them to wait. “Sure,” he nodded. “Once you admit you like me.”
You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes at him for a moment, scanning over his features to determine if he was being sincere or messing with you. But Argyle, even in his goofiness, was rarely insincere. “Fine, I like you. Now will you please just take the other orders?”
“Wanna go out?” He asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Do you want to go on a date with me? This weekend?”
You paused, taken aback by his forwardness. Argyle, mistaking your silence as a no deflated for a moment, “Right, sorry. I’ll get back to work.”
“Yes,” you replied quickly. “Yes I’ll go out with you. Saturday, regal theater at 8. Don’t be late,” you rushed back into the kitchen hoping he couldn’t see the smile slowly creeping up your face.
“I’ll be there!” He called out after you, his grin even wider than before.
“Did you see that?” Argyle whispered to the other person at the register with him. “My girlfriend is so hot.”
“She's not your girlfriend,” they laughed lightheartedly.
“Not yet she isn‘t.”
A/N: This was the first time I've ever written for Argyle. I hope I did him justice!! I had so much fun writing this, I love grumpy reader and argyle so much I kind of want to write more for them!! Thank you for coming to Gia's Bar of Blurbs! I hope you enjoyed your stay. Don't forget your reciept! ♥️
why have I as an Argyle lover failed to see the potential of dad!Argyle?! Him with a little girl. That large man with a little girl on his hip. Wearing tutus in public so she isn’t embarrassed to wear hers. She has a makeup/face paint kit and he is her test subject. Hair is full of barrettes and scrunchies. Friendship bracelets up his arms because she makes so many. Knowing full choreographies of boy bands to dance with her. They are practically attached at the hip. And it’s probably because he would climb into her crib at night when she couldn’t sleep. He’ll sing to her all the time and cries every time it sinks in that she is growing up.
Looking at yourself in the full-length mirror once more before departing for your road trip with your boyfriend, you noticed him sneaking up behind you. Removing his bright, colorful hat, he plopped the too-big flatbill onto your head before wrapping you in his arms from behind.
“Damn, look at you, cutie!” He pressed a quick, sweet kiss to your cheek before you turned around and hooked your hands behind his neck. “You ready?” He beamed down at you before adjusting the bill of the hat to be able to meet your eyes. You nod and echo his lovesick grin before taking his hand in yours and leading him out the door. The two of you trotted excitedly together toward Argyle’s van. He helped you up into the passenger seat before tossing your luggage haphazardly into the back. Jumping into the driver’s seat and popping in a tape, he side eyed you affectionately.
“This one’s for us,” he declared, cranking the volume. “Let’s roll, sweetness!” Pulling out of your driveway and onto the main road, you were contentedly unpacking snacks for the both of you as you started yet another grand adventure together.
✨Nicknames for you: cutie, sweetness, babygirl (you are the only one he does not address as “my dude” because “his lady rules a higher realm in his heart.”)
💕 love language: gift giving/words of affirmation
Will always be leaving you little trinkets; brings you a cool rock or leaf he found that day; sees something that reminds him of you and has to bring it to you.
Ringpop proposals.
Tells you how beautiful you are, how good you look in your new threads, and how he would move mountains for you (not literally of course, unless you want him to because he sure would try but couldn’t make any guarantees).
Will drive you anywhere and everywhere you want at any time, treating it like it's a new adventure.
Road trips are his favorite dates, and they usually last at least a whole weekend. He makes a mixtape for every trip you take and treats you like a royal passenger princess
💋Kissing Argyle: Connecting with you physically is the only time his mind slows down. It’s sweet, sensual, and methodical. He’s great at vocalizing what he likes and asking for your verbal consent. Contrary to popular belief, he isn’t ever really nervous because he just lets the feelings of the moment guide him and goes with your flow. He has a habit of taking a deep breath and saying, “Wow,” or "That was magical," after every session.
Summary: When tension is high in the recording studio, Argyle knows exactly how to relieve it… and it has you seeing stars.
Pairing: Modern!Radio DJ!Argyle x Co-Host!AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 1,975
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!!) doggy style activities, spanking, hair pulling, fingering for like a second, nicknames (baby, slut; sir), maybe dom/sub dynamics? i gave argyle a last name bc why tf not, lots of beatles references oops, not beta read, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: Who would I be if I didn't write an Argyle fic for National 🍃 Day?
Originally Written: 04/20/2023
stranger things masterlist can be found here!
To say you had the hots for your coworker… Well, that might've been the biggest understatement of the year.
To be fair, who wouldn't? From his slick, raven hair to the airiness of his voice to the intricate knowledge he held of a soundboard, it was hard to say Argyle Montoya was anything but gorgeous.
It definitely didn't make matters any better that you knew him better than anyone else. You'd spend hours every single day talking about anything you could find, in between DJ-ing for one of California's biggest radio stations of course. You felt like you'd begun to know him better than even he did.
Maybe that's how you'd weaseled your way in and found out he was currently single and very ready to mingle.
Somehow or another, he'd let it slip that he'd been particularly… lonely, let's say. And maybe that was why you'd been flashing him extra special glances while he was working, paying extra special attention to the way his hands looked roaming around the soundboard. You could swear you felt your heart flip as he flicked the microphone switch, leading back into his next segment.
The two of you made eye contact for what was most likely only a second, but felt like hours. The normal caramel shade of his eyes had faded into obsidian, and you were surprised his glare hadn't burned a hole right through you.
"That was the iconic Lucy In The Sky," he started, his breath hot on the mike. "Can never go wrong with The Beatles. Can you, Y/N?"
Your stomach turned as his gaze zeroed in on you again. "Nope," you chuckled into your mike.
"I don't know about you guys but we're huge fans of The Beatles here at 102 The Groove, which is why… drum roll, please."
"Dum dum dum dum," you improvised, forcing yourself to chuckle at the way he motioned toward you. His expressions were normal, average Argyle. But that glare… that stupidly sexy glare was going to be the death of you.
He laughed, a sound that managed to be sweet and rough simultaneously. "For a half hour, in honor of Ringo's sold out stadium tour, we're gonna be playing nothing but the best of The Beatles. Maybe a Wings song in there somewhere, maybe a Plastic Ono Band song or two. And who knows? Maybe at the end we'll be giving away a couple tickets to a very lucky listener. Here's Come Together to start us off."
You panicked, looking over your schedule. You were sure you didn't remember there being a half hour block scheduled for that hour, much less a Beatles block. Your eyes drifted along the page, examining every word, down to last syllable and-
"What are you doing?" Argyle asked, practically hovering over your chair.
You let out a strangled breath, your heart beating fast from his close proximity. "I-" you struggled, attempting to collect your thoughts. "There wasn't a half hour block scheduled."
"I know. Which is why I reiterate, what are you doing?" He eyes locked with yours, and it wasn't until that moment that you realized how close his large hand was to yours on the desk.
"What are you-"
"Don't play innocent with me," he said. All cheerfulness and light had left his voice, what he met you with was a sound as dark as his pupils."You think I haven't noticed all those little looks you've been sending me?"
Oh. Oh. "Oh that," you teased, trying to keep calm, though every inch of your body was screaming at you to jump his bones. "It's nothing really."
"Before I say anything either of us will regret, are you open to me being completely honest?"
Your stomach was doing so many somersaults, it rivaled an Olympic gymnast. "Of course, you can always be honest with me." The whole truth. You'd never be dishonest with Argyle, inside or outside of… whatever this was. And you needed him to know that you wanted nothing less than complete honesty from him.
"Do you think me trying to hide a boner from you all damn day is nothing?"
Your heart fluttered and you could already feel arousal forming in between your legs. You were sure it was a risk, but that didn't seem to stop you as you licked your lips, following it up with, "Is there anything I can do to fix it?"
"Yeah," he said as he kneeled in front of you, his tall figure still managing to be eye level with you even down on his knee. "I think fucking that look out of you would fix it. How 'bout you?"
You were rendered speechless as he lifted you from your chair, both of you standing back up to your full height. He towered over you, his brows raised as he awaited your response. You simply nodded, afraid your voice would betray you.
"Gonna need words, baby." You both cursed and commended him for being such a gentleman.
"Yes," you answered in a low moan.
His eyes flicked around the room, and you followed them like a lost puppy. "Close your blinds."
He walked over to his side of the studio, tugging down his blinds in swift, hurried motions. You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could will your legs to move.
"Do you not understand plain English?" he all but growled. "Close the damn blinds."
You knew your lips would betray you at some point or another, but you didn't expect them to betray you by saying, "No."
Two letters, one syllable, and somehow the worst possible answer you could have ever given him.
He strided back toward you, one of his hands landing on your hip while the other met your hair, caressing it with his pointer finger. "Do you want everyone in this office to see me fucking you senseless?"
Your breathing sped up, and by the expression on his face, he already knew your response. Still, you shook your head, willing your hand to reach over and close the blinds.
In an instant, his mouth was on yours and his hands on your skin. The two of you pushed and pulled at each other, and you hadn't noticed you'd moved until your back hit the wall. You arched away from the foam, secretly fearing you'd damage the equipment if you were too hard on it.
His lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the base. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft texture contrasting the roughness of his hands and mouth.
"Tell me," he said, his voice low, "how you need me."
You could think of about thirty positions you wanted him to take you in and twenty more places you wanted his mouth. You breathed heavily, one thing prominent in your mind. "I want," you panted, "I want you to bend me over your desk."
"Oh, yeah?" he smirked, lifting you up and forcing your legs around his waist. You willed your body to hold on to him, mewling as his rock-solid erection settled against your core. "Your wish is my command then, baby."
His mouth connected with yours once again as he carried you over to his desk, untangling your legs from him. "Bend over," he demanded.
You turned, lowering yourself onto the desk with the speed of a turtle. "Yes, sir," you sighed, raising your ass slowly to meet his tented jeans.
"Sir. I like the sound of that, baby."
His hands met the waistband of your pants, slowly slipping them down your legs until your cunt was on full display for me. His hand met your asscheek, gripping the supple skin, his nails embedding dirty crescent shapes into you. "Look at you."
Your hips canted as his nails dug into you. "Marking me as yours?" you asked, grinding against him.
"Hell yeah, I am." He smacked your ass, and your head fell forward. "You like that? Making sure everyone knows you belong to now?"
"Uh-huh," you answered in a breathy sigh. You rubbed your butt against him, and you were positive you'd created a wet spot on his jeans.
His hand trailed down your body, until his fingers met your folds, your slick soaking the digits. His opposite hand moved to his jeans, undoing the fastening quickly. "God, so wet, baby."
"Only for you," you answered as you rutted against him, sinking his fingers further into you. "O-Oh," you moaned, throwing your head back.
"Not so fast," he instructed, moving his hands to your hips and lining you up with the tip of his cock. "You can have my fingers later, baby. My cock needs you right now."
He slowly slid in, and you nearly came just from the sheer girth of his dick. He pulled at your hips, beginning to create the perfect rhythm. The sounds of skin and slick filled the air, and sweat began to pool in the dips of your breasts.
He rocked into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. His hips slammed against yours, so hard you were sure you'd have bruises. His fingers grasped and squeezed at your love handles, and you couldn't help but whine from the pure pain and pleasure he was providing you with.
"You dirty little thing," he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. "Wanting everyone in the office to see me fucking you like this."
You moaned, fucking back onto his length. The thought was enough to have you seeing stars.
"Little slut. Oh, shitttt," he exhaled, his dick twitching inside of you. "God, I'm close, baby."
Your eyes screwed shut as you rasped, "Me too, sir." Your bodies glistened with sweat under the hot lights, creating extra friction that you craved. You moaned as his hand met your ass again, slapping you in some form of disapproval.
"Not yet, baby," he instructed, one of his hands meeting your hair. "I need to see your eyes when it happens."
He pulled your head back, and you forced your eyes to meet his. Your pussy fluttered around him as your climax built, rutting your hips against him until the head of his cock was surely hitting your cervix. He held your head up, his grip so tight, you wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out your hair. Not that you cared, if he pulled your hair any harder, you'd probably cum just from that.
With a couple more thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, and you were finishing in sync with him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for everything it was worth. "Fuckfuckfuck," he was groaning in your ear, his hand firm on your hip as you both worked through your highs.
He stayed buried inside of you until the last possible moment, making you cum three more times before he pulled out. You weren't even sure he had pulled his pants back up before speaking into the mike. "That was Photograph by Ringo Starr to close us out. Y/N, you wanna announce what number caller is gonna win pit seats for Ringo's show at the Greek Theater?"
You tried your hardest to not sound like you were recovering from an earth shattering orgasm as you said, "How 'bout caller number four?"
"I like that number. Call 213-555-9333 to claim your tickets now!"
He pulled away from the mike, his gaze closing in on you. The phones began ringing, and as he picked up, his gaze was still zeroed in on you. "Caller number four, who is this?!"
The person spoke, but you didn't hear a word he said. Your gaze stayed on his as you mouthed, "it's a lucky number, considering how many orgasms you provided me with."
He rolled his eyes, mouthing back, "How do you feel about me beating that record later?"
There it was again, the pound, pound, pound against the front door. It shook the entire trailer, jostling shadows across four walls, cast by the incessant static of the television. You watched, in horror, as the volume knob turned upwards, heard the faintest click click of the dial until every noise was drowned in shhhhhhh. You clung to your best friend, watching, waiting, frozen in fear.
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Eddie does not smoke that much pot. Not once in the season did we see him light a blunt or a bong etc. Yeah he was busy with hiding from the police and Jason then going into the upside down. BUT Argyle was busy with watching a man die, burying the body, going on a road trip, searching the desert for a secret government base then running from THE GOVERNMENT and making some freaky girl a salty bath… AND HE STILL HAD THE TIME TO GET HIGH LIKE 3 TIMES
a/n: i’ve been wanting to write for the other characters of stranger things, but i haven’t really had any ideas for a full fic so here’s little blurbs for the teens. if you’d like some for the adults (joyce, hopper, murray, etc) or children let me know! i’d be happy to do them!
eddie;
-not very patriotic
-but will find it adorable if you are
-actually loves seeing you in little red, white, & blue outfits
-whether it be a bikini, a top, a bandana, etc
-will definitely take you to watch fireworks
-probably at lovers lake bc of how pretty fireworks look over water
-& will most definitely have alcohol for the two of you
-can see him attempting a cookout with his uncle & the hellfire club during the day
-but I feel like his uncle would end up doing most of the cooking
-or else everything would be burnt
-would definitely love to screw around with his younger friends (ei dustin)
-which just makes you smile in adoration
-honestly just happy to spend the day with you though
-& to see your happiness at the fireworks
-not to mention he loves getting to cuddle up with you
-bc you still get frightened at the boom of the fireworks no matter how old you are
robin;
-patriotic duo
-honesty a rare occurrence if the two of you aren’t fully decked out
-with the cheap, silly glasses and everything
-she’s so excitable but you love it
-you love how excited she gets over everything
-will either spend the day just the two of you
-or will be with ALL of your friends
-definitely the type of person to go to 4th of July parades/carnivals
-flinches at the first firework going off
-but then can’t stop smiling and watching in awe
-holds your hand the entire time as you curl up/stand together
-will point out specific fireworks she finds pretty
-won’t drink alcohol
-but she’s not really a drinker to begin with
-she’s too hyper & fun as it is
-you’re not sure you want to imagine her drunk
argyle;
-will probably wear something patriotic but it won’t match anything
-lord knows he’s got a unique sense of style
-super relaxed
-definitely will share drinks (& weed)
-will love to watch fireworks with you
-but it’ll probably be somewhere quiet
-like the two of you in his van at the beach or something
-would definitely spend the day with friends if they’re doing something
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Argyle could feel it in his bones, that deep and persistent ache. It started in his left leg when he woke up that morning. A sign of what was to come later that night. That ache continued to spread and grow as the day went on. The hair on his body stood on end, his nerves on full alert. Every noise and smell overwhelmed him, blaring into his ears and evading his nostrils with a powerful punch.
He hated the day of full moons. As amazing as it felt when he finally shifted the hours leading up to it were almost agonizing. He did what he could on those days. A combination of some ibuprofen and weed helped to ease the pain for a little bit. He always had to cut himself off at some point in the day, knowing being high during a shift caused more problems than it was worth.
Years ago he made a deal with the head lifeguard at the local beach to use the lifeguard tower while the beach was closed in exchange for as much weed as the guy wanted. It wasn’t the best place to shift being so small, but it was private. Exactly how he liked it.
You hadn’t seen Argyle all day. He called to tell you he wasn’t feeling well but when you went to check up on him at his apartment that evening after work he was nowhere to be found. When you asked Jonathan about it it was clear that he knew something. It took awhile to pry the truth from him but once you did you went straight to the beach.
The sun was just setting over the horizon. You walked through the sandy shores, eyes peeled for a certain long-haired brunette. As you walked past the lifeguard tower you swore you could hear groaning, sounds of pain, from the inside.
With careful steps you walked up the ramp and opened the door slowly. It creaked slightly as you did. You peered inside to see hair. So much hair. The sounds from before turned from groans to growls, deep and animalistic in nature. You leaned closer to get a better look but your foot hit the bottom of the door and it swung open before you could stop it. Dark eyes looked back at you with a snarl. The hairy half-man half-beast was hunched over, a pile of familiar colorful clothes laid neatly in a corner. Argyles clothes. You stood frozen like a deer in headlights, struggling to process what you were seeing in front of you.
“Get out!” The beast roared. But you didn’t move as you realized you recognized those features. Those eyes. The very eyes you’d fallen in love with only two years ago. You’d know those eyes anywhere.
“Argyle?” You asked hesitantly, taking a step forward with your hand out to touch him.
He flinched away with a snarl, “Don’t look at me! Go away!”
Your head tilted as you examined his appearance. Long dark brown fur covered his body and wolven features began melting into his. But it was still him. It was still Argyle and he was in pain.
“How can I help?”
“You can’t! Just go!” He snapped.
His leg snapped and he fell with a howl, his back to you as his body contorted, changing before your very eyes. You couldn’t stand his screams of pain anymore as you rushed over to him, kneeling beside him. You stroked at the fur as he whined, speaking softly to him. When it seemed the transformation was complete, he turned his face to yours.
Now more beast than man he looked at you almost with shame.
“Didn’t want you to see…this,” he looked down at his appearance before curling in on himself and closing his eyes like a child trying to make themselves smaller, invisible.
Maybe you shouldn’t have but you thought this form was beautiful. He was beautiful. His fur shined in the moonlight, deep brown with red undertones. You caressed his hair, leaning in place a gentle kiss at his cheek. He mewled at the sudden and unexpected display of affection.
“You should have told me,” you whispered.
He scoffed, still refusing to look at you. “You wouldn’t have believed me.”
“You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here.”
“I’m a monster,” Argyle muttered. Your heart splintered at the broken sound of his voice.
“You’re Argyle, my Argyle. I love you, claws and all,” you tried to reassure him.
“I’m hideous.”
You’d never seen him like this. He was always one of the most confident people you knew. You grabbed his face then, forcing him to look you in the eye when you said, “You’re beautiful.”
He turned his body to face you then, laying his head on your thighs nuzzling into your soft belly. You knew he still didn’t believe you but you would spend the rest of your lives reminding him. You held him for what felt like ages, gently stroking at his back as sounds of content verberated from his throat. When he finally felt the pain of the shift had subsided he sat up.
“Walk with me?” He questioned hesitantly, not expecting your enthusiastic nod.
You followed him along the beach. The full moon shone brightly above the water making it glisten. You’d walked this beach with him so many times before. In this other form Argyle staggered over you in height and build, well over 6 feet. You had to crane your neck just to look at his face.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He looked down at you with a slight smile, “I wasn’t born this way, I was turned,” he replied. His voice was much deeper in this form, it almost entranced you.
“No, not that,” you shook your head and he looked at you quizzically.
“Is this why you have so much hair?”
Argyle laughed heartily and it was the best sound you’d heard all evening.
A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon! I was very excited to write this one, I hope you like it! And thank you for coming to Gia's Bar of Blurbs! Don't forget your reciept! ♥️
