#argyle supremacy

[edmetalqueer]

Murray, staring at the three men: So, you three are completely hetero?

Argyle: What's- heterooo man-

Y/N: Is that a beer?? or a band?

Jonathan: yes??

Murray, chuckling: You three are high as a roof. I see what you three got going.

Y/N, Argyle & Jonathan: yESS???

[prettyboybyers]

Argyle is all of my emotions at all times

[ashessartt]

argyle appreciation post because he’s amazing and he deserves all the love in the world <3

(I found these on pinterest; so credit goes to whoever made them!! /pos)

[pappydaddy]

love like that (a)

a/n: this (i think) is a bit short. this is also my first gender-neutral reader fic and i am actually kinda excited about it! but this was requested by a lovely anon who wanted argyle with a sleepy gn!reader. to my lovely requesters, i am trying to prioritize my stranger things requests as right now they are in demand and i am finding it easier to write for that fandom at the moment.

anywho, i hope you love this fic lovely anon💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: argyle x sleepy!gn!reader

requested

synopsis: jonathan observes y/n and arygle's weird (to him) romantic dynamic and reflects upon his relationship

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- not my gif -

  Y/N yawned, their hand raising to cover their mouth in a last ditch effort to be polite. From beside them, Jonathan furrowed his brows at them. “How are you still tired?” He questioned, looking at the person beside him in bewilderment. Shrugging, Y/N stretched their arms over their head, leaning back in the rickety school chair. 

  “That’s just how they are, bro. Always sleepy, Man,” Argyle answered for his partner as he pushed the sloppy macaroni salad (if it could be called that) around on his plate, scooping some up on his fork and shoving it into his mouth. “Bro,” He exclaimed, bits of the salad spitting out at Jonathan and Y/N. “This is bitchin’ salad.” He dove back into the disgustingly pale and soggy pasta salad. 

  “That’s because you’re high, babe.” Y/N’s tired voice mumbled as they folded their arms on the table, resting their forehead on their forearms - acting as a makeshift pillow. Argyle laughed, nodding as he chewed more of the salad. Jonathan, looking between the couple, turned his nose up as Argyle continued to scarf down the nasty macaroni salad that everybody else left untouched on their plates. 

  “I find it weird how good you two work together when one sleeps all the time and one who is constantly talking.” Jonathan looked at them respectively. Y/N’s were half lidded as they fought off the urge to nap and Argyle was shaking his head happily as he chewed the pasta.

  Sighing, Y/N shifted in the chair, sinking against the table more. “Don’t know what to tell ya, Johnny boy, we work.” They sighed out tiredly. 

  “Yeah, we work. They sleep and I talk. Like two souls who are completely different finding solstice with each other - finding comfort in what makes us different.” Argyle explained. If the blaring red eyes weren't enough to tell Jonathan he was floating above the clouds, his sudden philosophical takes gave him away. 

  “Yeah, what he said,” Y/N mumbled in agreement. “His voice soothes me and he loves cuddles. We balance each other out.” 

  “Exactly. And without them, I would have no idea where I’m supposed to be. Literally,” Argyle nodded, his plate now empty. “Speaking of which, babe, where am I going next?”

  “Science.” They answered, voice muffled as their cheek pressed into their arm, a bit of drool starting to pool in the corner of their lips. Jonathan looked between them as Y/N drifted in and out of their nap and Argyle started getting excited because he remembered a documentary they had watched about seahorses. 

  Even during Argyle’s eccentric retelling of the documentary, Y/N wasn’t disturbed once. Still baffled at their dynamic, Jonathan thought back to his relationship with Nancy. Could he see them having a dynamic that worked so well together? They were both hard-working and driven people. Maybe that was their dynamic - head-strong and independent. 

  “And the craziest part,” Jonathan tuned back into Argyle’s solo conversation. “The dude seahorse carries the baby seahorses instead of the chick seahorses! How completely mind blowing is that? Insane!” Argyle shook his head, a large smile on his face. Y/N, on the other hand, let out small, barely auditable snores as they napped. Jonathan looked at the table, eyes landing on their joint hands, holding on to each other. Neither one of them were doing the same thing. One was sleeping and one was rambling on about all kinds of different animals and their pregnancies. 

  Watching them, in their peace, Jonathan couldn’t help but wish that he and Nancy could have a love like that whenever they could see each other again.

[e-munson666]

Braiding Argyles hair when he's stoned 💚

{Argyle x F!Reader}

((a/n: Argyle ABSOLUTELY does not get enough love on here and I am determined to change that. He is so fucking silly, and I can just imagine the funny/stupid shit he would say/do.))

++Fluff blurb++

🖤xoxo

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He takes a puff off the joint, looking down at you putting two thick braids into his long hair.

"Whacha doin my cute little brochacho?" He asks in a giggly voice.

"Just wait" you reply, tying rubber bands around the ends of the braids. You grab your compact mirror out of your bag to show him his hair. You trade it to him for the joint and he smiles widely.

"Whoa! I look like a fierce Indigenous warrior" he says scanning his reflection. "Righteous"

He takes he joint from you and inhales another long puff, you both roar with laughter until your sides hurt.

💚❤💛

[yourpreciousrose]

I feel like the Mike queer proof that most people commonly overlook is Argyle asking "you got his digits man?". he could have easily said "is that his number dude/is that his digits dude" or asked why there is a paper in the pen but no he asked Mike if he got a man's number. this could be a reach but at the same time it might not be, this is film thought it put into things thats common knowledge.

[steve-is-a-bottom-bitch]

did joyce ever catch jonathan and argyle smoking and they all freeze and she holds out her hand and does the grabby motion and says “i won’t tell if you don’t tell” and she takes a hit and walks away and jonathan and argyle just watch her effortlessly down that shit like nobodys business and go about her day and they’re like... W H A T   

and when she’s half way down the stairs the brain lag catches up and jonathan’s like “wait... she’s MY mom??? Who’s she not telling?” and argyle is just laughing his ass off bc apparently Joyce is just the coolest bitch on the block and nobody knew it

[genderfluid-rat-god]

made another cover for a fanfic. I have no life. it's for the fanfic "find me somebody to love" by genesisofrhythm on Ao3! I may have gotten a tad emotional while doing the writing on the poster, but beside the point. I also firmly believe Argyle would 100% draw all over that poster. is he actually present in the fic? no. do I care? no. he drew on it.

anyways, here's the cover!