Do you do multiple Fandom requests? Like more than one Fandom in one post? If not these can be separate or not done at all.
If you're interested, I would wanna see the orange peel theory with, Thor [marvel], Argyle [stranger things], Raj [big bang theory], and Fred [Scooby doo]. Or just general little quirks and cute things they do in relationships. I would like a headcanon format and the gender of the reader is up to you! <3
Orange Peel Theory
how would they act if you asked them to peel your orange for you.
Thor
he wouldn't even question why you were asking him.
he could be in the middle of a conversation and he would just grab the orange and peel it for you.
Knowing thor he would probably struggle to get it going at first because he doesn't want to break the orange in half.
But when he gets it going he does it so gently.
He would hand it back to you and when you place your hand on his arm and thank him. He would act as if it wasn't that big of a deal and say your welcome.
He would not know about the orange peel theory. Honestly just thinking you needed his help.
Argyle
Argyle would be in his living room on the couch. He would be smoking and getting high.
He would probably be talking to Jonathan when you enter and sitting next to him.
You would politely wait until he was finished with what he was saying before holding the orange in front of him.
he would be confused as to why your handing him an orange and take it anyways.
"thanks" he says in a questioning tone. You shake your head and tell him that you need his help peeling it.
He nods and he pushes his thumb into the middle of it and begins to peel it. He had slightly longer fingernails than you did so he did it quite easily.
Once he was finished he took one slice of an orange and ate it.
Then handed you the rest and when you gave him a look he laughs and shrugs. "hey im hungry too"
You ended up sharing the orange with him anyways.
Raj
you wouldn't even have to ask Raj to help you.
He would look at you and notice you struggling and would offer to help.
Doesn't matter if he was with his friends or not. He would offer to help.
If sheldon or someone asked why you needed help. He would stick up for you.
Sheldon would understand if you didn't like how sticky oranges were. Because he himself has problems with textures and things like that.
Raj would peel the orange then hand it back to you. Then throw away the peel.
He would even come back with a napkin for you.
Raj would know about the orange peel theory.
however he wouldn't say anything just wanting you to never really have to ask him for anything.
if he had it his way. he would do everything for you and with you.
for his help you would kiss his cheek and he would be very flustered
Fred
Fred would definitely be oblivious to you needing help.
he would be preoccupied with setting traps.
it would take you a few times of saying his name so you would have to go and tap on him.
he would be patient with you and when you ask him for help he would.
fred would struggle for a second before getting it.
Once it was peeled he would hand you the orange
then when you would place a kiss to his cheek he would blush.
he would go back to his trap and whatever he was working on.
But the whole day he would be in a happier mood.
he wouldn't miss the change to help you.
only if you asked though.
he wouldn't want to be over bearing and make you feel like you couldn't do anything.
Writing prompt: Argyle x Reader. You were hanging out with the rest of the Spicy Babysitters Club (aka Spicy Eight) in Steve Harrington's living room when the concept of virginity was brought up by Eddie and Jonathan. You'd only ever do it with someone you trusted especially considering there weren't many options because of your thick thighs. Since everyone was coupled up (or in some cases throupled up), Argyle was the only other single person in the group and it's not like you haven't thought about it before. . .on several occasions. You half jokingly ask if you could give your virginity to Argyle while everyone watches. . .it piques everyone's interest. What happens next? (I try my best but I suck at smut if anyone wants to give it a go. . .it's up for grabs.)
Lets be honest, Argyles favorite sex position goes between missionary or his partner on top but, chest to chest sweaty stoned passionate sex kinda missionary ; maybe even a little giggly. I can just see him all like :
‘yeah baby, ya like that? god you’re beautiful’ with him caressing your face with his long hair all flipped to one side like a curtain, just fuckin grinding into that soft inside you. Or :
He loves all body types, I see him just loving a little more extra meat to grab yk? Especially when it comes to gravity and being on top of him, he loves to grab the fat of your love handles watching you take what you want from him. Sometimes you pull his hair to bring him closer towards you, to your chest so he can suck your nipples and you just start to bounce on his fat cock faster, then his hands slowly creep down to the bottoms of your ass cheeks to grip them wider so he can fuck up harder inside of you.. ‘shh-iittt, fuckin pussys so good pretty girl. Hold on babe I gotchu, I gotchu come on baby..’ 😵💫😵💫
notes: just some little thoughts (some are nsfw, minors dni) i have in my precious little angelic mind sometimes. for @myobmaya argyle’s girliepops, ily babes 🖤 fuck the duffers for not giving this fine ass mf a surname
this is my first time writing for argyle, PLEASE be nice!
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this is argyle we’re talking about here:
argyle who ends up with his cock buried so deep inside you, telling you he loves you each time his heart beats, each time he hears you moan his name.
argyle who gets so fucking hard when he sees you wearing his shirts or smoking a blunt, or both at the same time.
argyle who plays it cool with you all day, but internally he just wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the back of his van.
argyle who names a pizza after you, who picks mushrooms up out of the ground to give to you like a bouquet of flowers.
argyle who turns to putty every single time you look at him. argyle who loves to be dominated by you but also likes to take charge of his own sometimes.
argyle who steals jonathan’s camera to take pictures of you in your fucked out state to print and put in his wallet or on the dashboard of his van.
argyle who is the pussy eating king (if you disagree you’re wrong).
argyle who peppers your face with sloppy kisses that you adore as he fingers you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
argyle who feels blessed the first time he lay his eyes on you, making up a metaphor for your name or how you look; like the sunshine on a rainy day.
he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.
argyle who is your best boy, your favorite person on the planet. the guy who gives the best cuddles and is so easy to talk to.
argyle who loves chatting with you about anything and everything after sex.
argyle who absolutely loves having his arms around your waist. who loves cuddling and kissing you in public to show everyone that you’re his.
argyle who WILL propose to you with a chicken nugget 🥺
argyle who wants to name your children mary jane and sativa 😭🖤
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
taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @badass-yn |@lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo
*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!
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.
summary: after a nasty break up with your now ex, argyle had a plan
WARNINGS: a mean ex >:(, oh and mentions of getting high
a/n: Ik i always say this but i hope you like this. this is alot shoter than i thought it would be too... I started it yesterday and finally finished it today <3!! gonna whip up this one request because it's super long and detailed so i gotta work on that too so thank you :D!! requests are open
Your family and your neighbors were close family friends. It all happened when you and Argyle were about to be born. Your mother needed a friend like right about now and your father needed someone to talk about future family things with him. The neighbors were a perfect fit. You and Argyle were practically destined to be friends, it was like a silent pact in the womb. Which sounds super weird and the both of you would never admit to it. One thing you’ll admit though is that you’d be there for each other.
You’d be there for each other through thick and thin. If you jumped off a cliff, Argyle would be screaming as he fell down too. You were Argyle’s first everything. First best friend, first sleepover, and first crush. Yet, he didn’t realize he had a crush on you until you were taken. He wasn’t going to ruin your relationship with your partner so he was going to be the best thing he knew how to be: a supportive friend.
He’d been by your side since the beginning of every relationship but this one was different. He saw the encounter happening with your partner yelling at you for some reason and then you suddenly ran off. You ran right into Argyle but since you were looking down wiping tears out of your face, you didn’t really notice him. Argyle thought it would be best for him not to meddle into this right now, not wanting to upset you even more.
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You trudge to bed feeling the day's problems finally hit you. Your partner broke it off with you today. They told you that you were just a nuisance to them and that they couldn’t deal with you anymore. What did you do? When did they start feeling like that towards you? You wanted to ask them but you couldn’t get the words out in time. All you did was nod your head and wished them farewell. The memories of the encounter come flooding back.
“So what, you’re not going to say anything?” They say, crossing their arms in frustration. What was there to say anyways? They said how they felt and you accepted it.
“See, shit like this is what I’m talking about. It’s infurarting, you’re acting like a fucking child!” They shout as they flail their arms around. You ran as fast as you could after that, you wished you looked up once because you ran right into someone. You muttered a quick apology as you regained yourself and ran off yet again. Tears were already streaming down your face and you couldn’t really be bothered with the pitied looks everyone gave you as you ran off.
The flashbacks make you sick to the stomach and you could feel yourself getting sick for just replaying it in your own head. As you lay in your bed, you contemplated on what should be done. Unfortunately, it was just staying in bed all weekend and avoiding any contact with your friends.
Even when Monday hit, Argyle could feel that you were still upset. You kept your head down but when you needed it the most he came and gave you a hug. It was warm and you melted into his touch. You rested your head on him and wrapped your arms around him while his arms wrapped around you. Argyle could feel tear spots going down your face and he felt you holding onto him a lot tighter. It was hurting him a lot seeing you this way. If he could, he and Jonathan would’ve gone to beat them up. You persuaded them not to say that ‘you were the problem’. Argyle called bullshit on that as soon as possible. Even Jonathan thought so too and he didn’t even know you as long as you and Argyle.
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It’s been weeks since the break up and you haven’t been getting any better. Actually, you were getting worse. Your motivation depleted and your sleep schedule was all over the place. It felt as if the only time you could ever sleep was whenever you were hanging out with Argyle and Jonathan. Argyle had his heart broken with the way you carried yourself through the school day. Honestly, you thought it shouldn’t affect you this hard but with what they spoke to you made you feel inferior. At least you’re out of the relationship or it could’ve been worse.
You got home and landed on your bed, thoughts spiraling on what to do. Read a book? You don’t have any new ones with you. Watch the show that your mom put on? She’s already episodes in and you don’t feel like catching up. What about–
A knock on your window interrupts your thoughts. You open your blinds to see Argyle standing there and the night sky behind him. You didn’t realize that your struggle on what to do made you lose track of time so easily. You open the window to hear what he has to say.
“Hey dude, I’m kidnapping you.” Argyle says. You look at him confused at where he failed the ‘kidnapping’ part.
“Argyle, what are you doing?” You question as you lean on your window.
“I’m– me, Argyle,” he says slowly, pointing to himself “ kidnapping you– you!” he says pointing now at you.
“I’m not leaving my house, Argyle.” You firmly say, hoping that he wouldn’t egg on.
“Well, it’s a good thing for me because it’s a kidnapping.” He says placing his hands on his hips.
“Argyle.”
“Bro.”
“Fine, give me a second.” You say as you succumb to his please. It’s weird how he has a way with you. You couldn’t say no to your ‘best friend’. and with that you grabbed a lighter and a jacket.
“So what do you have planned for tonight?” You ask as you hop out the window.
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He took you to some park and made his way to the playground. You both sat at the top of the playset where it was big enough for the two of you. In between you two was a cloth with your favorite chips and drinks. He told you to get as much as you want because it was ‘your kidnapping’ so you grabbed as much as you could to see if he was joking. He was not. He paid for all of the items and you felt like shit. He said not to worry about it because you’ll both be eating them all tonight anyways.
“What now, captain?” You ask him as you sit criss crossed in front of him. He smirks and pulls out a joint from his pocket. You raise your eyebrow and look at the joint.
“Don’t pull my leg right now dude, I know you got a lighter on you.” He says holding his hand out for it. You playfully roll your eyes and hand it to him. He lights the joint and takes the first hit. Holding and inhaling the smoke that filled his lungs. Soon after, the familiar feeling of cotton mouth came and a dry throat made him cough.
It’s been a while since you and Argyle smoked together. It was nice. Argyle handed you the joint and you hastily put your mouth onto the joint. You inhaled as much as you could and felt the smoke trail down your throat. Holding it in your lungs and holding it in for too long caused a raging coughing fit. You curse as you cough and all Argyle did was start to laugh at your demise.
“You piece of shit.” You attempt to say as your still coughing. Argyle quickly grabs a drink and opens it for you. He hands you the drink and quickly downed it all in an instant. While you were coughing, you mindlessly handed Argyle the joint. He takes his second hit a lot smoother than the first. Argyle hands you the joint back and tells you to be a lot more careful this time. You scoff as you take it anyways and hit it.
Thankfully your second hit was smoother than the last one and you could feel the high hit your brain. Your reaction was delayed and honestly you felt as if you were running in slow motion. No matter how hard you try to widen your eyes, your eyelids feel heavy. You contemplated on just closing them all together. That you did when you suddenly realized that you were not laying on the playset floor.
Argyle made room for himself and rested his head on your lap. Suddenly the realization hit.
“You’re so nice to me, Argyle. Why?” You whisper attempting to look at the stars but the roof top that covers the playset was in the way.
“Do I need a reason?” He chuckles. A simple yes just leaves your lips and the tension between the two of you thickens.
“Well, I have like a list of reasons. It’s not just one thing.” He shrugs.
“Like what?”
“What’s with the questions dude?” He asks looking at you and you for some reason can feel tears streaming down. He whispers, ``What's wrong?’ and ‘everythings okay.’ but for you it didn’t feel like that.
“When we broke up, they told me that I’m a nuisance. All I did was cause problems.” Your voice cracked as you began to explain the sudden tears.
“Well, you’re none of that to me,” he begins “ I think you’re the most coolest person alive, dude.” You laugh at his wording. “Yeah, dude, I mean it. You mean a lot to me. If I’m gonna be honest, you were the best thing that came into my life.”
“I could say the same thing about you, Argyle. I’m glad we met each other.” You sigh out, hoping the tear wouldn’t stop.
“I wished that I was them.” He confesses. You mutter out ‘what’ hoping he’d continue.
“I mean like, I wish that I was the one dating you.” He admits. You don’t know whether it was him being high that made him confess or something else, but you did know one thing.
“I wish it was you too.” Regret fills your veins for not noticing quicker. You wish you could’ve seen the signs.
“I know you like just got out of the relationship and you're still a bit sensitive about it but it doesn’t have to be a wish. Well, it’s not like I’m gonna leave you even if we don’t ‘date’. Friend or boyfriend, I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thank you, Argyle.” You say playing with a tiny bit of his hair.
Summary: Whilst high, you find yourself admitting things to your friend Argyle that surprised you both.
Warnings: Use of weed, kissing whilst high, fluff, friends to lovers(?)
A/N: So I've been thinking of writing an Argyle fic for a while now but this ask prompted me to finally do it and write this. Hope you like it! <3
Also, this is my first time writing for Argyle so if it's not completely character accurate then I apologise. :)
You couldn't help the sudden emotion that bubbled up your throat as you stared up at your friend Argyle, his cap slightly crooked on top of his head as he set the joint you were sharing down in the ashtray.
"Dude...what's with the waterworks?" He asked, turning to face you with a look of concern clouding his eyes.
You hadn't even realised you were crying, but when you lifted your hands to your face to find your cheeks wet, it became evident that you were, in fact, crying.
You shrugged, releasing a heavy sigh as you leaned into him. "I really like you ya know?"
He offered you a lazy smile. "I like you too."
"No, but...I like you...like, really." You weren't entirely sure what you were trying to get across exactly, but you continued regardless of this. "Like...I think...I'd like to kiss you...ya know?"
Argyle's eyes turned wide then as he stared down at you. "Woah." He muttered, surprise evident in his features.
Silence pressed in over you both then as you continued to stare at each other, Argyle's eyes still wide, his mouth slightly agape. Oh, how you wanted to put your lips on that mouth.
Not a single word was passed between you both as you sat quietly, contemplating your next move. He hadn't yet informed you of his stance on this, but you could feel yourself slowly losing any ounce of self control you had. Maybe it was just the weed, but you knew for a fact that right now, all you wanted to do was kiss him.
So you waited a moment, taking a sharp inhale, before leaning closer to him, the silence between you suddenly becoming incredibly heavy as you inched closer.
You noticed his bottom lip quivering slightly as he focused in on your mouth, his body clearly tense as he waited for you to connect your lips with his.
And when you finally pressed your lips against his, your whole body seemed to come alight, a fire igniting over your skin. Your hands wandered up to his face, your fingers dancing over his cheek as you leaned further into him.
He seemed to be relaxing into the kiss now, his hands gliding around your waist to rest on the small of your back, until he finally pulled you to straddle his lap, your bodies melting together as you continued to desperately mesh your lips together.
In all the time that you'd known Argyle, you'd never once expected that you'd ever be in such a situation as this with him, your mouths molded together as you breathed each other in. He was your friend, and you thought that was what he would always be. Maybe he was still just your friend even now.
But either way, the reality of what was happening between you two seemed to fill you with excitement, your lips pulling up into a smile against his mouth. And then before you could stop yourself, you were giggling into his lips.
He pulled back then, a dumb grin on his face as he stared up at you. "What's funny?"
You shook your head, your smile so wide now your jaw was beginning to ache. "Nothing, I just...I really like you, ya know?"
