#gareth emerson x you

[wontontrap]

Feast for Kings | Prelude

【 The origins of cuck!Eddie and corruption!kink reader explored

【 Part I | Part II

【 Gareth spies on Eddie roughly fucking you before being invited to join in on Master's fun

【 18+

【 Content warnings: cuck!Eddie, reader has corruption kink, reader is unsure of her roles, face fucking, intimidation, rough sex, heavy mentions of bodily fluids, protected/unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, name calling, degradation, mean!Eddie, bully!Eddie, ownership kink (if you squint), threesome (duh), reader and Eddie are in a relationship

Eddie had called you just as the school was letting out. Something about a slashed tire on the van. There were people who still thought of him in a certain light, and it wasn't unusual that he'd run into problems with a random townie every once in a while. You left work early and headed to Hawkins High feeling annoyed but excited to see him 2 hours earlier than you would've had you finished your work day.

Graduating had been both liberating and disarming for Eddie, and lately he worked on a peaceful transition of power within the Hellfire Club. The throne would pass to Gareth. Gareth who was freshly 18 with his whole senior year ahead of him. Gareth who was exceptionally smart and painfully sweet. You loved Eddie and you loved his passions and his brazen pageantry, but with Gareth at the helm the club might actually grow and thrive and serve a purpose for young kids. An actual school club and not the mythical mafia Eddie ran for almost 6 years.

You pulled into the parking lot next to Eddie's van, and walking around to assess the damages, you see none. You roll your eyes to yourself, starting your walk to the side doors. You make it to the club room after a short stroll through the hallways.

"Eddie?" you call into the dark, empty room.

The candles are lit although the game's landscape isn't setup.

"The queen has arrived," you hear his low voice.

"Eddie, there's nothing wrong with the van. Why did you make me leave work? I'm on thin ice after calling out for the entire weekend last month," you meekly tell him.

"And what a fun weekend that was, sweetheart." he replies. "I just missed you, is all. Wanted you."

"Eddie not here, okay? Let's just go home and we can-"

"After today," he cuts you off, "I'm going to try very hard not to step foot in here ever again. But, one last time, I'd like to have my queen in the throne room."

As of late, you and Eddie had been having semi-public sex a lot. Every so often he'd get these sexual hyperfixations, and you had always partaken in the joy of the acts with him without issue. You seemed to always like the same things and as for the public component, the threat of getting caught was very exciting to you. Sometimes you did get caught and it was even more exhilarating. So you say yes.

"Just be quick, okay?" You whine, wishing he'd take you home and break the bed with you instead.

"I can promise you anything but that," he says.

He closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours, gentle pecks at first, just saying hello after your day away from him. Your kisses grow deeper as he tightens his hold on you, his other hand fisting into your hair. You pull away with his bottom lip in your teeth, a bold move on your part, but then again you were celebrating.

"Fuck." He breathes.

He drops to his knees, unbuttoning your tight jeans. He pulls them down your legs and you step out of them. He drapes them nicely on a nearby chair, always the gentleman. He presses his face to your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent.

"Eddie," you interrupt him, "Hurry up we don't have time for-"

You regretted the words as you were saying them. He stands towering over you now, and before you could blink you were face down on the table listening to the sound of his belt unbuckle.

"Throne or not, I'm still your king," he says, "And you'll be an obedient queen or else-"

The leather of his belt cracks against your ass. You whine.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out. "I'm sorry my king. Please, use me however you like."

The game had started. You tried to maintain your momentary position of power but you betrayed yourself with the poor suggestion to hurry his fun along.

With his belt tossed aside, you feel your panties slowly being dragged down your ass. You step out of them and he immediately pockets them before spreading your cheeks and spitting onto your pussy.

He delves two fingers into you and you pulse around them, already wet from just kissing him, the touch of the leather the cherry on top. You whine.

"Shhhh," he coos. "You can take it, angel. After all, you said to hurry up."

He languidly moves his fingers in and out of your fresh slick, and you rock back on them, sending them deeper into you each time. You reach down to rub sloppy circles into your clit, hiking your leg up to bite your own thigh.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes, stepping back.

"That's so hot, don't stop."

You continue to unabashedly pleasure yourself, pussy clenching around nothing as you abuse your clit. A string of drool trails from your thigh to your puffy lips.

You hear the sound of Eddie's zipper as you continue, and not long after your feel the tip of his cock start to enter you. He holds your leg for you now as he roughly pushes past your folds and all the way into you. You stretch your arm out, gripping the desk you lay on as he ruts into you like an animal. This angle opens you to him in a new way and he bottoms out with each thrust, reaching your depths and jolting your senses with each snap of his hips. You've stopped your assault on your delicate clit and now use your fingers to spread your pussy open further for him. His cock brushes past your fingers as you watch him fuck into your gaping hole.

"You're so fucking perfect" he breaths, "I can't believe I get to ruin this pussy whenever I want."

You were about to tell him not to stop. To never stop fucking you like this, and that's when you see him. Widened eyes and flushed cheeks, shadowed by the large cabinet he hides behind. It's Gareth. You can see his heavy breathing, see him tugging at the bulge in his jeans. Something in you flutters but you know it's wrong.

"Eddie stop!" you cry out.

He immediately stills.

"What? What's wrong?"

You turn to cover yourself, hiding behind him.

"Look," you say, pointing.

"Well, well, fuckin' well," he says. He tucks his angry cock into the band of his boxers, pulling his jeans up and leaving them undone.

He drags Gareth from his hiding spot and forces his face down onto the nearest desk.

"What the fuck are you doing, kid? You creepin' on me and my girl? Trying to see how a real man does it? I can't teach you everything."

You can see in his face that Gareth is terrified despite the boner still growing in his jeans. You have nothing to cover yourself with and quickly attempt to put your jeans back on commando.

"Stop," Eddie says.

You don't stop, you can't. You're fueled by embarrassment.

"I said - stop," Eddie says, voice barely a whisper.

Eddie had taken his new fixation to an even newer high just weeks before. It was a full moon at the lake, his favorite time and place to fuck you outdoors. He was balls deep in you with the back doors to the van wide open, overlooking the water, when a youngish man about 30 came strolling through in jogging gear. He had stopped to rest just across a shallow expanse of stream. He could see everything, but couldn't get to the van without crossing at least a waist length of shallow water. He was surprised to say the least, to see you with your dress around your waist, Eddie's bicep around your neck. Eddie continued to give it to you hard from behind. Your makeup was already running from him having throat fucked you minutes before. You pouted and put on a show for the man as Eddie whispered in your ear, "Such a whore, such a good little whore for me." You hadn't known what came over you, but you had laughed, licking your lips as the man jerked his cock hard with his pants around his ankles.

You stopped. And stood there. Stood there with your intimacy exposed and your barely there tank top, straps of your lace bra fallen down your shoulders.

"Stay." He told Gareth.

And he did. Kept his face pressed firmly against the desk as Eddie pulled you aside.

You were incredibly embarrassed and he held your face in his hands.

"Hey, sweetheart," he began, "it's alright."

He continued. "He's just a curious kid," I'm gonna put him in his place and we'll get on home, yeah?"

"Okay," you said, glancing over at him. You lingered.

"What is it?" He asked.

"He's just so innocent," you blurt out, "You're right, he's just curious," you continue, musing.

You cock your head to the side, feeling less embarrassed now as a myriad of unclean thoughts run through your head. Only a few feet away Gareth's eyes are screwed shut, face still down on the desk, and a bulge still prominent in his jeans. Eddie grabs your face again, turning your eyes to his.

"What do you say we give him a show, huh?"

You mindlessly nod yes.

"Maybe even give him a little gift, hmm?" He proposes.

Your eyes widen.

"Me?" You ask, loudly than you meant to, "I'm the gift?"

"If you're okay with that," Eddie says, "If not I'll just blow my load in you in front of the kid and scare the shit out of him," he chuckles.

"I guess I-" you began, "I guess I'd be okay with that if you are. The thought of-," you stutter, "The thought of corrupting him is exciting," you admit. "But, I didn't think you'd ever want to see me with anyone else. Wouldn't that make you angry? And-" you pause, "Would I not be yours anymore?"

Eddie's eyes darken as he listens to you. "He'll wear a rubber. And I'll watch him squirm as he fucks you while you swallow my cum like a good whore. It's about power, sweetheart. I want him to know how perfect you are - with limits. He can have a taste, but he'll never have the whole cake. My pleasure is your worship. But your pleasure belongs to me."

He roughly grabs you by the chin.

"You'll milk him dry while he squeals and moans like the little bitch boy he is. Meanwhile, I spit roast you with my cock down your little throat before finishing you off the way you want it most," he whispers.

You're panting now, new arousal coating your thighs as Eddie drags you by the chin to the desk in front of where Gareth lies. He bends you over, spreading your legs, your pussy on full display.

He grabs Gareth by his bushy head of hair, the boy's eyes now looking directly at your tight hole.

"How's about a coronation gift?" he says, laughing.

Gareth shakes his head, trying to avoid looking at you.

"Boss I could never!" He shouts.

"Oh but you will," Eddie replies, "You wouldn't wanna disrespect me, would you kiddo? If you're going to be me, you have to practice being me in all respects."

They're both staring at you now, at your most intimate parts. You can feel Gareth's huffed breaths on your bare pussy and you gently moan.

"Is this-," Gareth begins, "Is this real? Is this really happening?"

"Gare Bear," Eddie begins, a sickly sweet tone to his voice. "If you can fuck my girl proper, I'll know you're ready to take the helm."

Eddie hoists him up by the collar before reaching into his pocket to fish out his wallet. He files through the compartments before pulling out a foil wrapped condom. You and he had stopped using them ages ago.

"The Lone Ranger!" Eddie exclaims. He hands it to Gareth.

"Know what to do with this, kid?" He asks.

"I think so," he says, shyly.

"Have you ever-" Eddie began to ask.

"Once", said Gareth. "At summer camp. But she wasn't-, I mean she-"

"Wasn't like my girl," Eddie finishes. "No one is like my girl. That's why she deserves to be appreciated like the fine art that she is."

He slaps your ass hard and your body jerks. Gareth's breath hitches and Eddie laughs.

"Go ahead, Gare Bear, she's waiting."

"This isn't a joke, right? You're not gonna kick my ass for thinking this was real? This is really real, Ed?"

"What's my name, Gareth?"

"Master." He answers immediately.

"And it will be until you show your worth." Eddie replies, a demanding tone to his voice.

Gareth struggles with the condom application for a minute, getting harder during as he stares at your pussy instead of focusing on the task at hand. Finally the condom is on to Eddie's standards and he directs you onto the table on all fours.

Eddie unleashes his monster cock again, making Gareth blush, and positions his tip at your pout. You feel the tip of Gareth at your entrance and shiver. Eddie enters you first, pushing into your mouth and to the back of your tongue. Gareth follows suit, entering you carefully.

It doesn't take long before Eddie is setting his usual pace of brutally fucking your face, hair twisted around his fist and other hand resting on your throat to feel himself inside it.

Gareth's thrusts get harder as he stares at the way Eddie's cock slides in and out of your sloppy mouth. Tears run from your eyes, spit from your chin. Eddie reaches down to pull the neck of your top down, freeing your tits.

"Fuck yes," he says, watching them bounce as they continue to fuck you in tandem.

"Look at you," Eddie says, "Doing so well for us."

He could be talking about either one of you at this point.

"That's it, kid," Eddie praises, "Stretch her back out for me."

"Yeah boss, Gareth replies, voice lost between breaths. "Stretch her back out for you."

You whine around Eddie's cock, and clench around Gareth's. Their words helping to keep you turned on.

"I think she likes you, kid." Eddie laughs.

Gareth's thrusts become erratic and not long after his whole body stutters as he spills into the condom. He stays inside of you shaking, gripping your hips hard. Eddie bottoms out in the back of your throat as you struggle to breathe through your nose. He pulls out of your mouth, a gag trailing him, cock covered in a thick layer of your saliva. Gareth pulls out of you, rushing to right himself.

"I promised her a load down the throat," Eddie says. "You couldn't have lasted another minute?" He snaps at Gareth.

Still shaking, Gareth knows no other solution than to bolt from the room. You hear his footfalls down the hall. Eddie laughs and laughs as you clamber down from the hard desk.

"Eddie you scared him half to death!" You exclaim.

"Right now," Eddie says, crowding you, "I couldn't care less."

He picks you up and you both crash onto the dungeon master's throne. He lifts your hips slightly, dropping you onto his hard cock. You cry out for him and as he squeezes you ass cheeks hard, grinding you on him. Your legs are weak and you can barely ride him, so he continues to use you like a toy by switching between fucking up into you hard and rolling your hips on him. Your stomach starts to tighten and your bottom lip quivers as your whimpers grow louder. Finally his tip kisses that wall deep inside you and you blow, gushing onto his lap. You violently milk him, his cum shooting into you in thick ropes. You rest your head on his chest, breathing heavily. He runs his fingers through your hair, caressing your face and coming down from his own high. You stay seated on him for some minutes, hearing the clock softly tick and the sound of the squeaky wheels on the janitor's mop bucket make their way down the hall.

The door opens and you hear the gravely voice of the aged janitor, "Damnit, Munson! What in the sam hell is goin' on in here?"

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Bully

Summary- Gareth decides to take up a summer job as a counselor at his old summer camp. Unfortunately, he didn’t expect to see you there too.

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- reader childishly bullying Gareth when they’re kids

Word Count- 1.9k

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

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Gareth wanted to laugh as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Jean shorts, sneakers, bright yellow tee with the camp logo plastered right on the front. The same as when he was a little kid, only now he was a big kid, and it looked just as ridiculous as it did then.

At least every other counselor was wearing the same thing.

He exited the bathroom and gave a few of the older counselors a wave as he made his way to the rec hall for orientation. He recognized a few faces from school as he entered the old building, just a few other people he would see in the halls in school. The place was just as he remembered it.

Yellow lights, wood paneled walls, and that familiar wet paint smell that seemed to never leave the halls. The nostalgia made him smile, remembering a few past moments from his time at summer camp. Swimming, hiking, and he always loved when he was able to look around the trees and bushes and bugs when they did nature walks. There was only one thing that he hated about camp and that was-

“Gareth?”

That voice made his body tense up immediately. He hadn’t heard it in so long, and yet he knew exactly who it was.

He turned and was shocked to see you standing there, same outfit as him, looking just the same as you did so many years back. You were older, but he still had that same feeling he did about you when he saw you last. And it wasn’t a good one.

“Hey,” You said with a smile, taking a few steps closer to him, “how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since we were little, you look…” Your eyes graced him up and down, “older. Like little you just got bigger.” You giggled.

He pursed his lips and tried to look anywhere except for your general direction. But his mother raised him too well to be anything other than a gentleman,

“Thanks.” He said plainly with a smile, “You look almost the same too. Save for, you know, getting taller and older and all that.”

He couldn’t stand the fact that he was forcing himself to be nice to you, and he knows that he shouldn’t hold a grudge over something that had happened so long ago but he just couldn’t look past it.

You made his life miserable, and now here he was, in the same predicament as he was all those years ago. Stuck at the same camp all summer.

“Are you counseling here too?” You asked him, noticing his uniform.

“Yep. Figured it would be nice for some extra money.” He shrugged and glanced inside the small room, seeing the other summer counselors taking their seats, “It was nice to see you again. Maybe we’ll run into each other again while we’re here.”

“Maybe.” You said with a smile as you turned and walked your way back, entering one set of double doors as Gareth entered the other.

It was strange seeing him after so long, and you’re sure you could sense he felt it was strange too. Maybe for a different reason than you…

The room was quiet, and as Gareth looked around there weren’t many open seats, just two near the middle were left open and he felt hopeful until he saw you sit in one of them. One empty chair left, and of course it was next to you.

He groaned to himself, making his way to the empty chair and keeping sure to not acknowledge you and focus his attention to the front of the room. Though he could already sense your eyes on him. Only quick glances here and there, but you couldn’t help but try to get a better look at him.

He had fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, not even paying attention to the camp director at the fronts yearly speech, announcing the new additions to the activities schedule and the new rules that had to be put in place thanks to a few of the campers sneaking off in the middle of the night to try and get to the kitchens for a midnight snack. He didn’t even notice his own name being announced until you nudged him with your elbow.

His attention was brought back to the camp director, announcing the two of you coming back to camp as counselors after being campers yourselves many years ago. But even the welcoming looks from the seasoned counselors and the much too bright smile of the camp director wasn’t enough to shake the bad feeling he had gotten since he saw you.

All those memories from years before had come flooding back into his brain after trying so hard to forget them. He remembered then why he hadn’t come back for so long.

He knew you were both grown now, just reaching the cusp of adulthood and having many of your own experiences as you grew up, but he didn’t care. That didn’t change the way you treated him.

When he saw you standing there in that hallway he couldn’t help the wave of unease that washed over him.

He didn’t see a girl he knew from camp nearly a decade beforehand, he saw the girl that made his life hell on earth for weeks on end.

The girl that would hide his change of clothes in the woods after swimming in the lake so he would be stuck freezing cold in a bathing suit for half the day. The girl that would accidentally step on his letters from home before he got to read them. The girl that time and time again would accuse him of being the bully just because she was a sweet and innocent little girl but he knew you were nothing close to sweet and innocent.

For the first time in his life, you showed him what hate felt like.

His zoning out has caused him to not realize the little start of camp meeting had ended, and he was one of the last people sitting in those uncomfortable plastic chairs.

He sighed and decided he wouldn’t let you get the best of him this year. He wasn’t going to let the bad memories of the place ruin his chance to many any good ones. He was no longer a scared boy, he was a man, or at least he was close to one.

Gareth stood up and walked out from the aisle of the rickety plastic chairs, following the other counselors outside to go to their selected cabins and meet the groups of kids they were each assigned for the year. He had only just stepped a few feet outside before he felt someone grab his shoulder,

“Hey,” It was you. Again. “Can i talk to you for just a sec?”

Gareth sighed and pulled his arm back, glancing over and seeing that the other summer counselors were still walking with the director,

“Sure.” He said to you, still trying to keep up with the group as you walked next to him.

“Look, i know that we didn’t get along all that well when we were kids-“

“That’s one way to put it.” He cut you off, and you could see that you being around was irritating enough to him.

“I know that i was a bitch to you, and i shouldn’t have been. I treated you horribly and you didn’t deserve that.” He could hear that you were being sincere, but he still couldn’t shake the fact that you had made him feel so horrible all those years ago.

“I didn’t. Why me? Why, out of all the other kids we were with, did you pick me to torment?” He couldn’t even look at you, keeping his gaze on the counselors a few yards ahead of you.

“I don’t know… To be honest with you, i didn’t even hate you. I don’t even think there was one time i thought i disliked you.” If there was any time to be honest with him, it was now, “I always thought you were really nice, and from what i remember you were pretty cool, for an eight year olds standards.” You smiled and let out a giggle to ease the tension but he had kept himself still.

“Look,” You quickly stepped in front of him, stopping your walk and making him finally look at you, wether he wanted to or not, “I just wanted to apologize. You didn’t deserve that, no one does, and i just wanted the chance to say that i’m sorry. So… I’m sorry.”

Gareth stood there and stared for a moment. You saw the puzzled look on his face and gave him a moment.

He wasn’t sure how to feel.

He was so angry at you for so long, years passing of him trying so hard to get rid of those terrible memories that you caused, and he wanted to still be mad at you but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to continue on with this anger he’d held onto for so long.

Though it can’t fix the damage you caused, it was still nice to hear you finally utter those two words he’d been waiting so long to hear.

All he wanted was an apology after so long, but now that he had gotten it, he didn’t know how he should feel towards you.

He looked you over for a moment. He couldn’t see that hateful girl anymore, all he could see now was a girl with a remorseful look on her face who very clearly felt so much shame for the way she treated him.

“Thank you.” He said plainly, not sure of what else to say that could make the situation any less awkward.

“Of course. I feel like an apology is well deserved for the way i treated you. And if you want to, maybe we could just use this summer as a fresh start with each other?” You wanted to be hopeful, and seeing his eyes finally lock with yours gave you the littlest bit of security you needed.

“Yeah.” He said with a smile, “I’d like that.”

“Me too.” You smiled back, “And i promise i won’t put a frog down your shorts this time.”

The two of you shared a laugh, and you thought you could see a bit of pink on Gareths cheeks as he looked down at his shoes.

“Good, that was definitely one i forgot about.”

You smiled and looked just up ahead of you at the other counselors huddled in a group, watching the girls and boys split up to their respective areas to meet the campers.

“I guess this is where we part.” You turned back to Gareth and gave him a small smile, “It really is nice to see you again.”

“Yeah, you too.” He smiled and nodded in agreement.

You reached your open hand out for him to take,

“Friends?”

He took your hand gently and shook it once between you,

“Friends.”

You held your hands for just a moment, enjoying the silence with one another before noticing the girls and boys moving further down the paths to their respective camps,

“I’ll see you around, ok?”

You smiled to him one last time, and he smiled back before his hand slipped from yours.

He watched as you quickly jogged to catch back up to the other girls, and he figured he should do the same, but he couldn’t help but stare with a smile for just another moment.

For someone he hated so much an hour ago, he even shocked himself with seeing how pretty you’ve gotten. A fresh start between you two would be the perfect thing in his eyes.

At least this time he’d be able to get to know a pretty girl.

(this was written for my summer camp AU event, if you’d like to request a fic or HCs for it please let me know!🖤)

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[mytheoristavenue]

Your Gareth fic is literally amazing! Well I mean your writing is but anyways! You don’t have to but I was wondering if you could do a pt.2 to lessons (the gareth fic) cause it was just so good and I really need Eddie’s reaction to hearing his cousin is now dating his best friend :-)

I got so many asks for this one so I just had to do it!

ST Gareth Emerson x Reader - Sneaky 🍋

Warnings: Slight smut, NSFW, MDNI, aggression, angst, language

Summary: (Takes place after the events of 'Lessons'.) You and Gareth had begun to date after that date in his garage, and now struggle to keep your hands off each other in front of Eddie.

Gareth glanced at you with a small smile from across the game table, as if you were giving him luck for his dice throw. As the die flung from his hand, the group cheered, recognizing the face it displayed as a twenty. You congratulated him with a nudge of your foot beneath the table, letting your shoe travel up his leg. He never once broke eye contact with you, save for checking his result, and his grin never faltered.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, his left twitching in annoyance. He'd been suspicious of you both for the few weeks that had passed since your drumming lessons. Every time he'd tried to ask one of you, Gareth would laugh it off, as if it were some ridiculous joke, and you'd gag on air, pretending to be revolted by your secret boyfriend.

"Are you kidding, man? Only in my dreams."

"Bleh! Ew, as if! You act like I have no standards at all!"

In reality, you found Gareth anything but repulsive. In fact, you were having trouble being separate from him, even here, sitting opposite form him was hard. Of course, you didn't mind sitting beside Dustin, but you'd much rather be beside the drummer, possibly even close enough to slyly tease him under the table.

After the game had wrapped up, you stretched, rubbing sleep from your eye, before standing up and grabbing your purse. "I'm tired..." you complained with a yawn. You watched as Gareth raised his arm to drape around you, and quickly slipped out of his reach. You both blushed at the close call and he stuck his hands to his sides.

"C'mon, nerd," he chuckled coolly, in an attempt to pass the awkward moment. "I'll drive you home." You nodded, turning to leave with him, only for the strap of your purse to be caught, halting you.

"Not so fast," you cousin chuckled suspiciously. "Wayne wants me to drive you, he made dinner and wants us home ASAP." Eddie smirked, turning to your boyfriend as he let you go. "That means your on babysitting duty, Emerson." Gareth's smile dropped, glancing at the freshman (and middle schooler) beyond his shoulder.

"What?" he protested, thinking up an excuse for why he couldn't take the kids home. "That's bogus and you know it! I can't fit five people in my car, it's not even big enough to fu-!" Suddenly, Gareth's eyes snapped to your wide ones, promptly shutting his mouth. Eddie glared at him accusingly.

"Big enough to what? Fuuuuh?"

The junior's palms began to sweat as he searched the room for a lie. "Fuhhh....Fucking-" he mumbled, trying to buy himself some time. "Fucking get groceries!"

"Groceries?" the DM cocked his brow.

"Yeah." your boyfriend stammered, twiddling with the hem of his flannel. "I can't even go get groceries for me mom, 'cuz the backseat's too small."

"Uh-huh." Eddie nodded, dropping the conversation for now. "Whatever, just take the Sinclairs home and I'll take Wheeler and Henderson."

Gareth sighed, relieved as the tension had faded. You did as well, walking to your cousin's van and hopping into the passenger side.

----

You wiped chicken grease off your lips, setting your napkin down beside your plate, answering your father's question about your last math test. "Yeah, dad, I passed the test." you smirked, eyes wandering to Eddie beside you. "Unlike someone we know."

Your cousin slammed his fists against the table. "Shut the hell up, (Y/N)!" He turned to his uncle, desperately. "Wayne are you just gonna let this little shit talk to me like this?"

The older man let out a tired sigh, simply wanting a peaceful dinner with his kids. "Stop it, both of you." he commanded lowly. "You two can't get along for ten minutes, can you?"

Eddie muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and kicking away from the table. "Can't see how I can get along with someone I can't trust."

"And what is that supposed to mean." Wayne cocked a disrespected brow.

"I just mean that your darling little princess is fucking my friend behind both of our backs and lying about it!" the flunkie snarled at his own outburst, satisfied that you were at last, getting in trouble with your dad.

"(Y/N) Munson..." he muttered quietly. "Are you sneaking around with this boy? In my house?"

You could feel tears well in your eyes, your heart struck with betrayal. "No!" you lied. "Even if I was, why does it matter? Ed brings home three different girls a fucking week!"

"(Y/N), Ed is older than you," Wayne tried to reason. "He's a man, and men have certain needs-"

"And I don't?! And if he's such a fucking man, why can't he either graduate, or just fucking drop out and get a job?" you argued, all of your now standing, and the tension thick as butter.

"Hey, you little bitch, don't fucking talk shit about me like I'm not fucking here!" Eddie defended himself.

"Yes, I know you're here, Ed!" you screamed in his face, ignoring your father trying to pull you apart. "I'm always fucking aware of you being there, because your constantly hovering over me and ruining my life! I couldn't have a boyfriend even if I wanted to because you'd chase him away! You're friends are the only ones I have because everyone at school is fucking scared of you and don't want anything to do with me! Oh, but I forgot, I'm the bitch for stealing your friends, right?!"

There was a beat of silence after your rant, the only sound being your heavy breathing. Tears had long since began streaming down your face and you felt all your pent up aggression coming to a head as you stormed off to your bed room, slamming the door behind you. "I fucking hate this family!"

You flung yourself onto your bed, weeping as it creaked beneath your weight. In truth, you wanted very badly to confess your relationship with Gareth. Eddie trusted him enough, and you're dad would love him if given the chance, and he was so sweet to you. It deeply pained you to have to keep him a secret. You sometimes dreamed of having him over for dinner, or your father taking pictures of you both the night of prom, but those all required your family to be aware of the love you shared. 

Suddenly, your pity party was interrupted by a very soft tapping on your window. You lazily got up, parting the curtains to reveal a mop of chestnut curls and a warm smile. You opened the window, wet eyes widened. “Gareth, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” he answered, his hands perched on the window sill.  

“Are you crazy?” you sneered, worried to be by your still angry family.

“Crazy for you.” he snickered, climbing into your bed room. 

“No, no, no! You can’t be here, it’s too risky!” you exclaimed, trying to hold him back, with little luck. 

“Babe, relax, I’ll be quiet.” he grins, plopping down on your bed, cringing at the racket the springs made beneath him. “Starting now.” Your boyfriend watched you pace back and forth as you stressed, fingers tangled in your hair. As quietly as he could, he stood, stopping your in you tracks, but you failed to look at him. “Hey, are you okay?” Your gaze finally met his and he was enlightened to your bloodshot and glossy eyes, lashes stuck together and cheeks stained with tears. “Holy shit, have you been crying?”

“I got into a fight with Eddie...” you confessed, collapsing against his chest. 

“About me?” he asked knowingly, his heart overtaken by guilt. You hesitantly shook your head, responding without looking back up at him.

“Us. Me, mostly. He told my dad that I was ‘fucking you behind his back’ and he believed him.”

“But...” he began, struggling to find a wording that wouldn’t upset you further. “You are?”

“No,” you whispered sadly. “I’m not. The sex isn’t what I’m scared of them finding out about.” 

“What is it than?” Gareth muttered, his hands rubbing soothing stripes along your spine. 

You finally brought your stare back upwards, and he met you halfway, now both gazing lovingly, if not a tad concerned, into one another’s eyes. “I’m in love with you, Gareth.” You had said it with such certainty that it almost scared him. Throughout the few weeks you’d been together, you’d both always avoided the ‘L’ word, nervous to commit to the relationship too much, only for the initial puppy love to dissolve and leave nothing left. 

Gareth could feel static crawl along his skin and all the blood in his body seemed to congregate behind his face. “W-we agreed not to say that yet.” he mumbled, instantly regretting his reply when he noticed the fat tears bubbling up in your eyes again. 

“Y-yeah, s-sorry. Just forget I said-” you brushed it off, trying to break away from him. 

“But!” he corrected, pulling you back to him. “I-I love you too...” he stuttered, gaze averted. “I-In love, I mean. I-I don’t really know the difference.”

“You really mean that?” you whispered, eyes watering again, but this time from unbridled joy. 

“I do. At least I think I do. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.” he rambled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

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You sighed against Gareth’s lips as he softly shoved you against the wall, cursing under his breath when his actions caused a picture to fall down and clatter against the floor. You hushed him, giggling as he claimed your lips again, strong hands cradling your delicate face as if it’d break if he let go. “Fuck, I’m so lucky to have you.” he breathed against your throat as he laid kisses across it. “So pretty, so loving.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he made quick work of finding your most sensitive spots, having mapped you out perfectly in the handful of times you’d been intimate. “Gareth...” you whispered, tangling your dainty fingers into his curls, fertilizing a growth in his jeans with the tugging of his locks. 

“Love it when you pull my hair.” he groaned quietly. “Better stop unless you want me to really get rough.” You gave him a submissive smile, yanking harshly at the back of his scalp, earning a shuddering whine from him. He playfully glared at you, gripping you by the hips and hoisting you up. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”

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Beyond the safety of your room, Eddie and Wayne still sat at the table, having still not moved from your outburst earlier. “Son,” the older man began. “I know you haven’t had the easiest life, especially with everything that’s happened this year.” His voice trailed off as his gaze wandered over to his nephew, who stared absently at the ruminants of his cousin’s plate. “But neither has (Y/N). That little girl looks up to you, ya know.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “And I’m trying to protect her-”

“That ain’t what I said.” his uncle interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “She don’t need your protection all the time, though. Sometimes, she just needs you to support her, be nice to her.” he lectured quietly. “I had to learn that the hard way.”

“It’s just so hard when she keeps shit from me, ya know?” Eddie argued, running his frustrated fingers though his long chocolate curls. Wayne nodded, standing up and walking to the fridge to rummage though it. 

He found a pair of beers, and set one down in front of Eddie, who immediately cracked it open. “Maybe she’s worried to disappoint you?”

You cousin rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Doubt that, she’s never been afraid to get on my last nerve.”

Wayne finally sighed, glugging a good portion of his beer before responding. “I won’t force you to apologize, but I think she’d appreciate it.” With that, he stood, a few of his joints cracking with age as he did. “I’m headed to bed, if you need me, holler.” As the old man shut his bedroom door behind him, Eddie was left alone under the soft yellow glow of the over head light, staring at your left overs. He sighed, standing up to clear the table. 

He pondered what his uncle had said, coming to the decision that it was a good idea to apologize. He recalled fond memories of your shared childhood as he scraped leftovers into plastic bowls to save for tomorrow. He chuckled to himself at a particular instance that had occurred when he was eight and you were five. 

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Tears streamed down Eddie’s cheeks as he peeled the left leg of his jeans, blood of a skinned knee sticking the denim to his opened wound. He cried out for an adult, covered in mud and pitiful, having slipped in a creek near your home. Instead, you came running to his side from over the hill, soft, thin hair and ruffled dress flopping about as you did. You sat beside him, taking a pair of scissors to put his pants into shorts, before pouring water from a bottle to wash away the dirt from the muscle. He watched as you dirtied your dress, using it to dry his injury, before wrapping it in a cool, clean roll of gauze. 

After playing doctor, you helped your cousin hobble back up the hill into your house. Once inside, you turned on the tv and asked him to put your favorite movie into the VHS, as you didn’t know how. While he was distracted, you ran to the kitchen and retrieved a bag of pecan sandies, before pouring them out onto a plate, complete with a glass of milk to share. When you returned, the pair of you sat and watched the entirety of the tape, consuming the snack whole. 

----

From that moment on, the pair of you had always bonded over pecan sandies and milk. It was your tradition. You did it when your mother left, and when Eddie lost his parents, and when you got stood up at your middle school dance, and the first (and second) time that he flunked graduation. Most recently, you shared a plate when Eddie came home from the hospital after the ‘Earthquake’, and he was repeatedly awoken by nightmares of Chrissy dying in your living room.  He thought of all the times you’d been his backbone, even being his kid sister cousin as his eyes wandered to a bag of cookies in the open cabinet. You’d be eating pecan sandies over this argument, he decided. Maybe if he offered you this kindness, you’d open up to him with the truth about your feelings for Gareth?

Speaking of Gareth-

----

“Oh, fuck, Gareth,” you breathed, your head falling against the wall with a quiet thud as your secret boyfriend fucked into you, sandwiching you between himself and the wall opposite of your bedroom door. “I-I love you.”

“Love you too, princess.” he replied, breathlessly and muffled, red flannel between his teeth in order to keep him quiet. “So fucking pretty, gonna make me cum.”

Eddie smiled, filling with hope. Cookies, and large glass of milk in hand, he made his way to your bedroom door, knocking on hit loudly, calling out. “Hey, uh, (Y/N)...Can we talk?”

You and your boyfriend parted like oil and water, desperately trying to make yourselves decent as your cousin knocked again. “Shit, shit, shit!” Gareth whispered, and you shared his sentiment.

“C’mon, (Y/N), I know your not asleep.” your kin begged, twisting the nob slowly and pushing your door open. You , as well as the intruder in your room both held your breath, several feet apart, hair tousled, faces red and sweaty, and clothes disheveled. To top it off, your room reeked of sex. “I brought you some...cookies.” The sound of ceramic shattering against the ground rang out through the trailer, deafeningly loud as your cousin stood in your now open doorway. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

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I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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[tbmunson]

Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader pt.2

Summary: You attend Corroded Coffin's practice and feelings are confessed.

Warnings: Talks about diet, talks about absentee parents... A little steam but not much, yet.

Word Count: 5,619

Notes: Honestly this is less slow burn than I intended, but we're not there yet. Thank you guys for your patience in my writing. I'm a perfectionist and I like to make sure everything is done right

Taglist: @depressedacidtest @nana90azevedo @alanamarie @lizzziekatt and of course @ashes-writing Bestie you are the love of my life. Thank you so much for always being there and helping me. You're amazing.

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Once you’d gotten up to your room last night you did as you promised and called Gareth. Though it had been a short conversation, you learned a little more about him, like he actually enjoyed watching his sisters and he volunteers to watch them on Friday’s because, and you quote, “I’m their best friend, they don’t need some random teen that doesn’t know or care about them to watch them.” That line made you smile a little.

Gareth picked up on how much you enjoyed watching his sisters too and that made it harder to convince himself that you were too opposite and it would never work. Once he hung the phone up by the kitchen door he went up to his room to get ready for bed. His eyes went immediately to the pile of clothes at the end of his bed. More specifically, the pale pink bra. He stood frozen in the doorway of the room, just looking at it. Many thoughts raced through his head, the most prominent being you’d been in his shirt without a bra on for the last hour and a half, as if his previous fantasy needed anymore fuel. He let out a shaky breath and stepped over to the heap, debating on what to do with it. The perv in his brain told him to pick it up, keep it, and never give it back. You left it after all. The rational part told him to fold your shirt, put it in his chair, and hide the bra under it so he wasn’t tempted to let the perv part win.

He went with the second option, although the feeling of the silk and lace between his fingers had the perv side going insane. He still put the bra into the folded cotton and went to bed.

Gareth was woken by the sound of knocking on his bedroom door. He knew his parents took his sisters to Lori’s gymnastics competition in Indianapolis so he wasn’t sure who it could be. “Yeah?” He called out, which was answered by the door swinging open and a smug looking Eddie walking in.

“How was your date, Emerson?” He quirked a brow as he walked across the room to sit in the chair.

“Whoa! Don’t sit there!” Gareth jumped up and made it over to the chair to move your clothes from it.

“I sit on your clothes all the time in that chair.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his friend and finally sat down.

Gareth settled at the end of his bed and held the neatly folded fabric up. “Not mine.”

Eddie’s brows raised but what dropped his jaw was the bra falling out of the cotton. “Dude! Did you guys..?”

Gareth scrambled and grabbed the item in question before shoving it under his comforter. “No! No, we didn’t. She uh, she helped give the girls a bath and got splashed. I gave her one of my shirts.” And he knew he shouldn’t have said it because as soon as the words left his mouth Eddie’s face split into the biggest grin Gareth had ever seen.

“You gave her the Crue shirt, didn’t you?”

Gareth turned so red that he was practically glowing like the neon signs around town.

“Didn’t you?” Eddie prodded, leaning closer with the most shit-eating grin he’d ever had.

“Stop talking, Ed.”

“I knew it!” Eddie yelled as he pointed and pushed himself back into the chair excitedly, his boot clad feet stomping the floor repeatedly.

“Fuck off. Where are Jeff and Grant? Aren’t we supposed to be practicing?” Gareth stood and walked over to his closet.

“We’re supposed to be practicing at 12. It’s 11.” Eddie pointed to the alarm clock on his side table.

Gareth groaned and flopped back onto the bed. “Then why are you here?”

“Gareth, I'm nosy. And more than that, I like to prove I’m right. I told a certain someone we were practicing today and that she should come by.”

As if on cue the doorbell rang, signaling someone’s arrival.

“I hate you.” Gareth grumbled, getting out of bed again. He opened the door and just about had to pick his jaw up from the floor.

You stood there in the shirt he’d given you last night, only now there was a knot tied in it just above your belly button. You’d paired it with a pair of jean shorts that were cut dangerously high and a pair of white sneakers. What caught his attention the most was the red plaid bandana wrapped around your head to keep the baby hairs that fell out of your bun at bay. It was the same red plaid of his battle vest. “Morning, sleepy head.” You smiled, lightly glossed lips shining in the sun.

“Morning.” He replied almost breathlessly.

Eddie came up behind him and smirked. “Nice shirt, short stuff.”

You beamed and looked down. “Thanks. Gareth let me borrow it. My mom won’t let me have one because Crue is ‘unholy’ or some shit.”

Gareth couldn’t see your eyes roll due to the sunglasses on your face, but he knew they had by the tone in your voice. “You actually listen to them?” He was surprised to say the least.

“There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. I’m more than short skirts and pom poms.” You reached out and patted his chest as you stepped into the house, brushing your body with his as you did so.

Gareth tried, he really did, to keep himself at bay. He was unsuccessful. “I need to go shower. Eddie, entertain, please.” He was pleading, which gave Eddie an ungodly amount of satisfaction.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie’s face was taken over by a shit-eating grin.

Gareth groaned and walked away. He regretted giving you the shirt and even more so, asking Eddie to hang out with you because who knew what he was going to say.

“Eddie, what am I doing here so early? He obviously just woke up.” You asked as you settled onto the sofa.

Eddie shrugged, sprawling himself over the recliner. “Figured I’d give you two some extra time together. Get to know each other more, for the project, of course.”

You knew he was lying, or at least not telling you the full truth. You thought about calling him out on it, but you also didn’t want to be wrong, let alone have Gareth hear that you liked him. “Thanks, buddy.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

The two of you sat silent for no more than a minute before you spoke again.

“Can we smoke later?”

“The Princess of Hawkins partakes in the devil’s tobacco?” Eddie raised a brow at you, honestly stunned at the request.

You laughed and shook your head. “Never have, but I think it’ll be fun. I hear it lets your true self out and I kind of want a reason to get some heavy shit off of my chest.”

“Gonna let your secrets spill, Princess?”

“I don’t have secrets, just things not everyone knows.” You replied, picking at your nails before looking up to Eddie’s smirking face. “Grow up Munson. You’re not right about everything, okay?”

“But I’m right about this.” He replied, pushing himself to stand so he could walk into the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

You rolled your eyes and got up to follow him. “You’re smug, you know that?”

He laughed as he grabbed two cups from the cabinet. “I can afford to be smug, Sweetheart.”

“Just don’t say anything else about it.” You rested your elbows on the counter and watched Eddie scoop the ice into the cups.

“So, I’m right and I can’t say anything about it.” He pretended to think hard about it before speaking again. “Fine, but you're both stupid and blind.”

“You really know how to make a woman swoon, don’t you Munson.” You pushed off of the counter and grabbed one of the cups. “It’ll happen if and when it’s supposed to. Don’t meddle in it.”

“I won’t, but it’s so obvious, just so you know.”

“What’s obvious?” Gareth walked into the kitchen scrubbing his head with a faded blue towel.

Eddie glanced at you before looking at Gareth. “The Princess's crush.”

“Munson.” You glared at him, eyes squinted in a way that dared him to say another word.

Gareth nodded and walked through to drop the towel in the laundry room, leaving you to glare at Eddie until he returned. “Well, that’s her business.”

“See!” You more or less yelled, glad Gareth wasn’t going to press for details.

Eddie rolled his eyes and jumped up on the counter as he mumbled something about “blind and delusional” under his breath.

It was your turn, again, to roll your eyes.

Gareth walked back out and rested against the counter as he looked between the two of you. “Well it looks like you two had a great time. Scowling is usually a good sign right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, frown turning up into a smile and eyes lighting up. “Yeah, absolutely. He just thinks he’s right all the time.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean, Doll.” Gareth chuckled, sending you a smile that made you melt.

Before anything else could be said the front door swung open and the two other members of Hawkins most metal band walked in.

“My men! We ready to get started?” Eddie asked, drawing all of the attention to himself.

Grant and Jeff share a confused look which made you laugh a little. It was obvious that they hadn’t expected you to be sitting on the kitchen island with Gareth leaning next to you.

Gareth, who gained bravery by his friends' presence, pushed himself up and rested his hand on your thigh. “Ready?” He asked, giving it a quick squeeze.

You swallowed down the whimper you wanted to let out and nodded.

Gareth gave you another squeeze before offering you a hand to help you down, which you took before mumbling a small “Thank you” to him. He rested his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the detached garage where their practice was held. “There’s a couch if you wanna sit.” He nodded to the old floral couch that had no doubt been in the house previously.

“Thanks, Gare.” You smiled as you stepped away from him. You settled onto the couch as he and the boys took their places to start practice. You watched Gareth twirl the drumstick in his hand and subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“So I think we can start with the cover of Live Wire. Yeah?” Eddie looked around as the boys nodded in response.

You loved that song, it was the one you played and danced to alone every time your parents were out. You bobbed your head and mouthed the words along with Eddie but your eyes stayed on Gareth, watching the sweat glisten off of his cheeks and nose and how his hair bounced as he headbanged along.

Gareth felt your eyes on him the whole time which encouraged him to do his best to impress you, making this one of the best practices they’d had in a while.

Once practice was over and they started packing up Eddie watched Gareth walk over to the couch, pick your feet up and sit with your feet in his lap. Gareth rested his hand on your shin, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin. “I think you’re our good luck charm, Princess. These fools haven’t made it through a practice without a fuck up in weeks.” Eddie smirked, carefully carrying his guitar case out of the garage.

“I’d be happy to watch you guys anytime.” You replied before turning your attention to Gareth. “You were amazing, Gare. Watching you is fun, the way you get so into it. Like nothing else matters. That’s passion.” You wanted to tell him how attractive it was, but you held off on that for the moment.

“Thanks. I love it. It gets the emotions I don’t know how to express out in the open somehow.” He squeezed your leg, something you could get used to for sure.

You giggled and sat up to scoot closer with your legs still over his lap. “That’s really deep. I’m glad you have a way to express everything on the inside. It gives me an idea for our project.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” He reached over with his other hand and tucked a loose hair behind your ear.

“Well, I think most people are going to just do something that shows the other person. I think we should do ours to show we’re the same, but we present differently. Like on the outside you’re this scary metal head that’s into the dark and scary stuff and doesn’t care about anything but on the inside you’re sweet and funny and caring. And I’m the opposite. On the outside I’m all sunshine and rainbows and happiness but on the inside I like all the same dark and scary stuff you do. So I propose that we do paintings. Mine for you would be dark around the edges and as it fades into the middle it gets lighter and happier. And yours for me is the opposite. I’ll be all dark on the inside but it gets lighter and brighter as you go out.” You explained, waving your hands and changing your face in ways that Gareth thought was absolutely adorable.

“That sounds really great. We could do actual rainbows for the color and fade it all into each other and use the whole scale from lighter pastel shades to the darker ones.” He replied, hand resting on the side of your thigh close to your knee, far enough down to be respectful.

You squealed and threw your arms around him. “That’s genius. I was thinking we would just use our favorite colors but that gives it so much more depth! Like every color provokes an emotion and no one feels the same all the time. I just know ours is going to be the best.” You hadn’t even realized that in the process of hugging him you had drug yourself more into his lap, in turn making his hand slide up your thigh. When you did realize it, you made no move to separate or create any kind of distance.

Gareth didn’t either, he instead looped his free arm around your back to keep you close. “You’re the genius, Doll. You came up with the idea, I just built on it.”

You looked up at him and smiled before resting your head on his shoulder. “Stop it. I’m not good at taking compliments.” You mumbled before hiding your face in his neck.

He chuckled and rested his head on yours. “Hey, the truth is the truth.” It’s all he could think to say that wasn’t over stepping any imaginary boundaries that might be set.

The two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice Natalie’s car driving by or the way she was watching you cuddle up to Gareth. But Eddie noticed. And he watched her drive by, flipping her off when she noticed him. 

“Well, Princess, looks like your cheer buddies are gonna hate you on Monday.” He stated as he walked into the garage, seeing what Natalie must have seen to cause the twisted look on her face.

You lifted your head and dragged one of your arms from around Gareth’s neck. “Fuck ‘em. There’s five weeks left in the school year and I’ll never see those uppity bitches again.” You replied with yet another roll of your eyes. It was one of the habits you’d picked up from the cheer team and the only one you didn’t mind. Attitude could be a great asset.

“Whoa, Princess, those are some really mean words. Didn’t know you were so angry.” Eddie teased lightly.

“I’m just sick of being told what I can and can’t do. Who I can and can’t hang out with.” You sighed, resting your head once again on Gareth’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be, Doll.” He pulled you the rest of the way into his lap and held you as the other two members joined you in the garage.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” Jeff asked, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“My parents will be getting home with the girls soon. They’re gonna throw a fit to show me the routines so I’m stuck here. You guys are welcome to stay and hang though.” Gareth said, resting his chin on your head. The scent of your shampoo was intoxicating to him.

Grant and Jeff shared a look. 

“Yeah I think we’ll go hit up the mall for a little bit and come back later. You coming, Ed?” Grant asked as Jeff fished the car keys from his pocket.

“Yeah, but we’ll come back for Princess’s first smoke sesh tonight.” Eddie said as he reached out to flip the hoop in your ear.

You raised your hand and flipped him off, which caused Gareth to laugh a little.

“Sounds good.” Gareth then looked down at you. “You staying or going?”

“I’ll stay. I’d love to see the girls and we can start on the project since we have an idea.” You replied with a smile before turning your attention to the other guys. “You guys are really great, by the way. Like I know the people I hang out with are assholes to you so I’m thankful you didn’t just write me off with them.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You stopped them from coming after us more times than we can count. We knew you weren’t like them.” Jeff said, twirling the keys around his finger.

“Yeah, you hung with who you did for survival. It’s not like you were the one chasing the freshmen down in your car.” Grant stated, which caught your attention.

“I’m sorry, what? Who chased them down in their car?”

The guys shared a look, one that said he probably shouldn’t have said that. “Jason, Andy, and I think Tiffany and Natalie were in Jason’s Jeep last week and the freshmen were biking home.”

You nodded, deep in thought about what exactly you would say come Monday morning practice. None of it was pretty.

“I think on that note, we’re gonna head out.” Eddie clapped his hand over Grant’s shoulder and the three of them walked off towards Jeff’s car.

“You didn’t tell me about that.” You said softly, turning to look at Gareth.

“I know, but the kids didn’t want anyone to know. It hasn’t happened again, and if it had I promise I would have told you. The kids were embarrassed, I think.”

You nodded and moved to stand, only Gareth’s grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you back down, making you giggle a bit. ”Gare, we gotta go get the painting stuff.”

His arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed to him. “I know, but this is really comfortable.”

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Eddie had been right. Maybe Gareth did like you. Maybe it would be okay that you liked him. You laughed when he buried his face into your neck and relaxed into him.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, thoughts buzzing around your heads about the other.

You ran your hand down his arm before you slipped your fingers through his. “You know once the girls get here we aren’t going to be able to go.” You hummed into his ear as you squeezed his hand in yours.

“I know. They’re gonna take you away from me.” He mumbled into your neck. He felt the way your lips morphed into a smile against his ear. “But I bet you like them more, huh? It’s not like you cut up my food for me last night.” He teased, snuggling into you a bit more.

His voice vibrated against the sensitive part of your neck causing you to sucks in a fast breath, which he didn’t miss. “I would have fed it to you if you'd have asked.” You moved so your lips were against his ear. “I’d do anything if you asked.” You smiled, hoping more now than ever that Eddie was right and not just saying it.

Gareth picked his head up and looked down at you. “All I have to do is ask, hm?”

You nodded and opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of a car coming into the driveway. “Well, looks like we missed our opportunity for a quick escape.” You chuckled, moving just enough to get off of his lap and settle next to him. You didn’t miss the pout on his face when you moved.

He laughed at the joke and watched the girls run from the car, yelling about how Lori’s team won their division and showing off her sash.

“Ooh! You look fancy with that, girly. Why don’t you show me your favorite trick!” You beamed at them.

Lori took her sash off and handed it to you before showing you back walkover.

“Wow! That was perfect, baby doll! What about you, lil bit? Are you in gymnastics?”

Clara perked up at her new nickname and nodded before she did a cartwheel.

“You guys are so good. You’re way better than I was at that age.” You smiled as they climbed onto the couch.

Gareth watched you with pure adoration.

“Can you do tricks?” Clara asked, looking up from her spot on your leg.

You smiled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “I actually can. I do gymnastics on Mondays and Wednesdays after school. It helps with cheerleading.” You replied, watching the girls' faces light up.

“Can you show us something? Please!” Lori asked, latching onto your hand.

As much as you would have loved to, the jean shorts you were wearing were so tight, you thought you wouldn’t be able to move properly. “I can’t right now because I’m not wearing the right clothes, baby doll. But when Gareth and I get back from the supply store, I’ll show you a few things. I promise.” You held up your pinky to her.

She wrapped hers around yours and smiled. “Okay!”

Gareth slipped his hand behind your back and rubbed his thumb up and down the exposed skin between the shirt and your shorts. “Why don’t you guys let us go ahead and go so we can come back faster? Huh?”

“Okay bubby!” Clara said, sliding down from your lap and reaching out for her sister's hand, which Lori took.

“We’ll see you guys in a little bit!” You called after the girls as they made their way inside.

Gareth, against his better judgment, wrapped his arms around you and settled his chin onto your shoulder. “You’re so great with them. They love you.” He said in a low voice that sent chills down your body, which he noticed and smirked at.

“I love them too. They’re the sweetest kids.” You replied, resting your hand on his.

“I love them, but I can’t wait to have my own, you know?” His hand subconsciously rested on your stomach for a moment as he pulled his hands back.

You watched him stand up, lost for words for a moment as images of Gareth and your kids playing in the yard swam through your head. “You want a big family?” You asked, taking his hand that was waiting.

He nodded, letting you pull yourself up. “Yeah, four or five, maybe more. There’s just something about taking care of another person, showing them how to be people that gets me.” He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face. “What about you?”

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself up. “Yeah, I want a huge family and a job so I’ll always be around. My parents are always gone on business and I never get to see them.” You explain, with a bit of a somber look.

“You’re going to be an amazing mother one day. Any kid would be lucky to have you, Doll.” Gareth instinctively wrapped his arms around your body and rocked you a bit.

You buried your face into his neck and fought the urge to kiss the skin under your lips. “Thanks, Gare.” You slowly pulled away from him and smiled. “You ready to go?” You asked as you gripped his hand in yours.

“Yeah, Doll. Let’s go.”

***

Once the two of you finished gathering the supplies you decided to go back to your place to paint since it would be quiet.

“So, the spare office is my studio. Upstairs, end of the hall to the left.” You said as you opened the door. “I’ll grab us some snacks and bring them up.” You smiled as he looked around.

“I’ll go get set up. See you in a bit.” He almost stepped up to kiss the top of your head, but he caught himself. He went up the stairs and into the room you’d directed him to. Paintings and drawings hung around the room. He took time looking at each one, stopping on a pencil drawing of him. He smiled, knowing that you’d looked at him long enough to draw him.

You made your way into the room with a tray of small sandwiches, grapes, and a sleeve of Oreos. “It’s probably not the best combo, but it makes my brain work.” You followed his eyes and blushed. “Oh, um…”

Gareth turned and smiled at you. “It’s really good. When did you do it?” He reached out and took the tray for you.

“Last year, chemistry. I finished an exam early and the way the light was hitting you was perfect. I’m sorry if that’s creepy.” You cringed a bit, clutching the Oreos tighter.

“It looks great. You got my good angle.” He said, looking over at you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was small, timid.

“What’s wrong?” He stepped over and put his hands on your upper arms.

You scanned the floor and shrugged. “I guess I’m just not used to people telling me my art looks good. When I was a kid I’d show my parents and their response was usually ‘That’s nice honey.’ and then they would go back to whatever they were doing. It’s just different I guess?” You explained, bringing your eyes to finally meet his. “Plus, I don’t want you to think I’m some weirdo for drawing you.”

Gareth couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at your last comment. “I’m flattered you decided to draw me. You have a real talent for this stuff, Doll. You just have to find the right people to appreciate it.”

You smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you.” Everything inside of you was telling you to kiss him, but you stopped yourself.

“Any time, sweet thing.” He couldn’t have stayed like that for hours, your body pressed against his, your scent lingering around him.

“C’mon, let's get started on these canvases.” You smiled as you hesitantly pulled back.

He nodded and let go of you to empty the bags filled with tubes of paint, brushes, and palettes.

“Do you mind if I put on some music? It helps me focus.” You looked over at him from next to the small stereo.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He was organizing the tubes so that it matched the color wheel, making it easier to grab what was needed. He was a little shocked when Quiet Riot started playing through the speaker. “She just keeps getting better and better.” He mumbled as he watched you bob your head to the beat as you began setting up the canvases on easels.

“Come on, feel the noise. Girls, rock your boys. We’ll get wild wild wild.” You sang under your breath as you measured the canvas, looking for the exact middle. When you marked it, you worked your way around making lines that lead from the middle to the edge, to make sure the brush stroked wouldn’t look wonky and crooked. When the lines were done you grabbed an Oreo and marked where the colors would fade into one another and transition from darker to lighter.

Gareth sat back and watched you, deciding that he would marry you on the spot if you would have asked. The focus on your face, the attention to detail, the mumbling of one of his favorite bands, even the Oreo that was between your lips and you figured your next mark, it was all driving him crazy in the best way.

“Do you want me to mark yours too?” You asked, peering over at him to see him leaned against the desk with his arms folded over his chest, eyes on you.

“Uh, yeah, if you want. It’ll probably be better, like if we want them the same, you know?” He was nervous that you’d just caught him staring, you didn’t seem to mind as you agreed and went to work on the second canvas, following the marks from your own.

Once you’d finished you walked over to the desk and grabbed one of the sandwiches. “Lunch break, then we’ll get started.

Gareth chucked and grabbed one of his own. “Good, I thought you were just going to have Oreo’s for lunch.”

You laughed and shrugged. “Wouldn’t have been the first time. My diet isn’t the best.” You replied with a smile.

“Mine either. Honestly, last night was going to be pizza, not that Benny’s is any healthier, but that’s on you.” He joked, making you roll your eyes.

“Fine, next time I’ll bring salad and water.” You replied with a teasing smile.

Next time. You wanted there to be a next time. “You can bring whatever you want as long as you come back.” He replied before popping a grape into his mouth.

“I’ll come back anytime you want me to.” You don’t know what made you brave enough to say it. Maybe it was the fact that it was just the two of you, or maybe it was because you were tired of keeping your feelings at bay and you just wanted to know how he felt.

“You could live there if you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind. I know the girls wouldn’t either.” He reached over and grabbed your hand, which you took and let him pull you close.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, Doll. Can I be honest with you?”

You nodded and looked up at him.

“I like you. A lot. I have for a really long time. I’m sorry if that makes this weird.”  He looked down at your hands that were intertwined with his.

You smiled and let go of his hands, which scared him until he felt your hands on the side of his face. “Thank god. I was gonna go crazy if you didn’t feel the same way.”

His eyes darted up, looking at you, trying to figure out if this was some joke. “Are you serious?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him to you. “I’m serious.” You whispered, your lips brushing over his.

He grabbed your hips and pressed his lips to yours, savoring the feeling of the kiss along with your hands slipping down his neck and around him, bringing him closer to you.

You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, prompting you to open your mouth at the same time his hands slid around your hips and settled into the back pockets of your jean shorts. You whined into his mouth when he squeezed the fat of your ass.

He pressed kisses down your jaw and onto your neck before latching on at the base and leaving a mark that wouldn’t be easily hidden.

“What are you doing?” You asked, words coming out in a rushed breath.

“Making sure everyone knows your mine.” He answered as he pulled back to examine the mark.

You reached up and smiled when your fingers slid over the tinder part. “I thought they would get it when they saw me kissing you in the halls, but I can go for this too.” You giggled, letting that hang drop down to his chest, the other arm was still hooked behind his neck.

“Yeah? So you wanna be my girl, officially?” His hands migrated from your pockets to your sides, thumb running over the exposed skin. 

You nodded and moved to stand on your tiptoes to give his nose a kiss. “Yeah, I do. I always have.” You replied.

“Honestly, I didn’t think that I’d thank Mr. Greely for anything, but I think he deserves a gift or something.” Gareth stated, taking your hand from his chest and slipping his fingers between yours.

“Yeah, I think he does.” You smiled, laughing as Gareth used his hold on your hand to spin you around. “What are you doing?”

“Just seeing what my girl looks like all the way around.” He answered, scanning over you with a satisfied smile.

“Your girl. I like the way that sounds.” Your hand rested on his hip and your eyes flickered between him and your hand. “We would get started, yeah?”

Gareth nodded, mouth gaping open. He was shocked when you pulled away and walked over to the canvas. “Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s do… that.” He took a few deep breaths and followed you to his so you could explain your vision for the pieces.

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[crljhnn]

Gareths totally real girlfriend

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth and you are in a long-distance relationship, meeting for the first time since getting together. While he is excited, his friends doubt whether you are real or not.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None really, just a bit of making out but no actual smut

[Also posted on AO3 - pseud: 04814]

“Ohh Gareth is blushing!” “Aww are you talking to your girlfriend again?” “He is in love” his younger sisters are giggling, dancing around Gareth who is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, telephone in hand.

“He just can’t help himself, she is just so pretty!” “And smart” “and talented” with high-pitched voices they are mocking the way their older brother is regularly fawning over you, while overly batting their eyelashes.

“They are growing up so fast!” His oldest sister is dramatically wiping away fake tears.

“You’re literally five years younger than me, what do you mean?”

“Actually I’m only four and a half years younger than you, so you’re wrong!”

Gareth is about to tell her that that is basically the same when he gets distracted by your laugh coming through the phone. “I can’t wait to finally meet your sisters!”

He grins “Ohh so that is the real reason why you finally decided to come and visit me. I can’t believe it, my dearest girlfriend is only dating me because of my siblings.”

“Don’t be silly!” He can hear the grin in your voice “We both know that it’s actually your hair that wooed me, but I guess your personality and you as a person in general are alright as well.”

“Haha very funny. I think you guys meeting will probably be the death of me.”

“What a great way to die.” those are the last words his youngest sister says before she grabs the older one and pulls her out of the room.

Gareth and you met at a concert a few months ago and instantly hit it off. After finding out that you both drove about two hours to the concert, coming from opposite directions, you exchanged numbers and promised each other to at least call every once in a while. Planning to attend the next good concert, that’s somewhat nearby, together.

Well, looking back on it now you might have overdone the whole staying in touch thing a little bit, not that you’re complaining! You and Gareth had great chemistry from the start and easily spent multiple hours talking on the phone every day. Considering that, and the way you both have been quite smiley ever since coming back from the concert, none of your family members were surprised when you announced your relationship.

You both have been itching to meet in person again, which is why you decided that the first longer trip you are gonna make with your first own car that you just got for your eighteenth birthday, is going to be to Hawkins. Gareth was over the moon, hearing this news, having himself begged his mom at least a thousand times to let him borrow her car over the weekend, to make his way over to your city.

“It’s getting late, I think I should head to bed, after all, I have a long drive planned tomorrow.”

It’s Thursday afternoon right now, tomorrow around this time you are gonna be lying in your boyfriend's arms. You already have everything packed and safely stored in your trunk, planning to drive over directly after school in hopes of arriving during the early evening.

“Okay, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Please drive safely, good night sweetheart.”

“Good night babes, see you tomorrow.”

He nearly has a heart attack when he hears his sister speaking up next to him “Aww he called her sweetheart, how adorable.” She giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Shouldn’t you be taller?”

—

The next day Gareth is up nearly an hour earlier than normal, being way too excited to even think straight. His giddiness follows him through the day confusing the Hellfire guys immensely. This is not how he normally responded to being at school.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Eddie is the one to finally break the silence when they are all sitting at their lunch table “You’ve been acting weird all day!”

“Oh my girlfrie-” he is not able to finish his sentence before he gets interrupted by Jeff “Ohhh your totally real girlfriend that coincidentally lives super far away.” The boys laugh “You know we are all single, no need to make up lies to-” one of the other Hellfire boys speaks up just to end up getting interrupted as well. And that by no other than one of the freshmen “Not all of us are single, we’re not!”.

Damn.

“Well,” Gareth, being fed up with his friends not believing that he could possibly be in a relationship, abruptly stands up “Actually, she is visiting this weekend so if you come over you can finally meet my in fact very real girlfriend.” With that he storms out of the cafeteria, leaving his tray behind for the others to clean up.

—

His angry mood doesn’t stick, but his good mood doesn't return either. Is it really so unlikely for him to have a girlfriend? Is it so unrealistic that a girl could be attracted to him? He always thought that you were out of his league, but before now it never worried him or made him feel insecure. Quite the opposite actually, he was always proud that he was able to score a girl like you.

But what if you remembered him in an idealized kind of way? Would you be disappointed after seeing him in the flesh again? Would it be awkward? What if you decided that he wasn’t what you expected and just broke up with him?

His spiraling was interrupted when his house came into view, with a car parked in front of it, which exactly matched the description you had excitedly given him a few days ago talking about your newest possession. Is he starting to imagine things now? You shouldn’t be arriving until way later in the day.

When he opens the front door he is greeted with the view of you and his mom, giggling and drinking tea at the kitchen table, something suspiciously looking like a photo album lying in front of you. The noise of the closing door notifies both of you of his presence making you simultaneously look up.

“Hi”

He is still frozen at the door. You stand up, cross the room and meet him at the door, embracing him in a hug as soon as he is within reachable distance. Coming back to earth he quickly returns it.

“Hey”

“You’re early.” It comes out more like a statement than a question. His tone made you fear that you crossed a boundary or upset him, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at his face “Yes, is that okay?”

“YES! Sorry! I mean yeah that’s totally cool, I’m just surprised. How did you get here so early?”

You grin sheepishly “I might or might not have skipped school today. But I wouldn't have been able to focus either way because I was way too excited” you reason.

“You’re lucky that it was my day off today or you would be sitting on the porch right now” his mother's amused tone pulled you out of your little daze, finally completely pulling out of the hug “I probably should be concerned about you being a bad influence on my son by skipping school, but it looks like he himself isn’t really taking his attendance that serious either.”

Shit.

“However,” you and Gareth share a slightly anxious look “I'm gonna make an exception and let that slide today, but don't make skipping a habit. We don't want your academics to suffer, right?” Gareth groans, mumbling something about her embarrassing him under his breath.

You on the other side let out a breath you didn't knew you were holding in. You didn’t even think twice about what impression you would leave, when you show up for the first time meeting your boyfriend's mom, proudly proclaiming that you just skipped school.

She grabs her bag and turns to you. “I'm going grocery shopping, anything I should bring honey?” You both simultaneously shake your head. “I wasn't talking to you Gareth, you just skipped school, I may not punish you, but I’m sure as hell aren’t rewarding you either!”

“But she skipped too, why are you asking her then?”

Geez thanks.

“Well SHE is not my child to raise and SHE is also a guest, if you excuse me now, I want to be at the shop before all the good fruits and vegetables are gone.” With that the door closes behind her, resulting in you two being alone now.

“Hi” 'Wow smart thing to say, if she doesn’t already think that you are a total loser she sure does now.'

Instead of laughing at him as he expected, you smile.

“Hi! Wanna show me your room?”

—

Back at Hawkins High, the Hellfire Club is still sitting at their table.

“Wasn’t that a bit much? He seemed genuinely hurt.” Dustin, always the sweetheart, speaks up. “Yeah, I feel bad now too” agreement follows from the others.

“Do you really think that his girlfriend isn’t real?” Mike asks Eddie

“I mean I was suspicious before, but this kind of sold the deal, right? If he had a girlfriend, why would he react like that?” The others nod at their ‘leaders‘ reasoning.

Dustin decides to speak up again in hopes of making them see the said things from Gareth's perspective “I mean you sort of implied that it's extremely unlikely for a woman to want him”

Eddie looks offended “Come on now, that’s not what I said or meant and you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that, but does Gareth?”

“Okay, you know what, I'm gonna drive over and apologize. Then I'm telling him that it’s no biggy that he lied about having a girlfriend and we will all just forget about it. Yay happy ending, driving into the sunset together with our hair flowing in the wind.”

“Fine man, but Im coming with you,” Jeff says “Not the whole sunset thing, but I think I have to apologize too.” And with that, they both make their way to Eddies van to drive over to Gareths.

—

Gareth on the other hand has long forgotten about their ‘fight’ at lunch, being a lot more focused on the way his girlfriends' lips feel. He still can’t believe that he finally has you here, in his house, in his room, in his bed. That he can hug, touch and kiss you. He slowly pushes you down, laying part of his body weight on you to get closer, while your hands find their way under his shirt.

—

Eddie and Jeff have now arrived at their destination, ringing the doorbell a few times.

Nothing.

“He must still be mad, let's get in through the garage, they never lock it.” Eddie proposes.

—

“There is someone at the door” you break the kiss

“Yeah, I heard.” Gareth only takes a second to respond before instantly chasing your lips again.

“You don’t want to open?”

“Nah, whoever it is is gonna survive, I have more important matters to attend to.” You giggle, making your boyfriend aware of how smitten he is again.

—

The two boys have successfully entered the house and are now walking up the stairs, Eddie already talking the apology, that he and Jeff came up with on their way here, through in his head, being so deep in thought, he doesn’t even consider knocking before he opens the door, well more like slams the door open.

The first thing he hears is a shriek that sounds suspiciously like it came from a girl. The next sound is clearly Gareths voice.

“What the fuck dude, ever heard of knocking? Get the fuck out!” With that, he is pushed out of the room by a shirtless Gareth. Neither he nor Jeff has a chance to say anything before Gareth is slamming the door in their faces.

“Damn, maybe he wasn’t lying.”

“Good for him, good for him.”

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson x you #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #fem!reader #stranger things #fluff #established relationship #oneshot #x reader #fanfic #gareth has two younger sisters because I said so #no use of y/n

[autisticjellybean]

Only Girl In Hellfire

Pairing: Gareth x Reader

Tags: fem!reader, (idiot)friends to lovers, background HellCheer, basically Gareth and Reader trying to help Eddie romance Chrissy and vice versa, inexperienced!Gareth x experienced!reader, additional tags to be added.

Disclaimer: This is a ~400ish word blurb introducing a small series I’m working on rn. I’m not finished with the fic but I love this intro and couldn’t wait any longer to post it! I hope you enjoy

Gareth Emerson is in love with you. It’s been a long time building up, since the first day you met. He can still remember being a quiet, pimple-faced freshman that Eddie—on his first try at senior year—had singled out in the cafeteria and immediately taken under his wing. He remembers Eddie bringing him to their table, going around and introducing him to the friends he’d remain with for years. And at the end, he remembers Eddie introducing him to you. 

You were the only girl in Hellfire—still are. You were just his type, wild hair and dark eyes and the lettering of your club shirt stretching deliciously over your chest. You’d shaken his hand, red manicured nails matching the blood bold color of your lips that day, and he’d almost turned to jelly on the spot. He’d tried, really tried, to play it cool, but apparently he had not succeeded, because after lunch, Eddie had pulled him aside again to explain what exactly your ‘deal’ was. See, being the only girl in a group rumored to be plagued with sin and debauchery had led to some less than savory opinions of you forming amongst the student body. Mainly, of course, the basketball team, who had taken to dubbing you the “Hellfire Whore”. And while, yes, it was true you did fool around with a boy or two from time to time, you’d explicitly staved off any school boys so as not to give in to the rumor mill. Essentially, Gareth could look, but never touch.

Which would have been fine if you were just pretty. Gareth could have gotten past his little crush on you if you’d turned out to be preppy or boring or something, something that could have turned him off from you. But no, you were perfect. You were kind and funny and witty and cool and it felt like with everything he learned about you, you became more and more perfect for him. 

So, two years later and that crush is still plaguing him, begging him to take you and kiss you and tell you how beautiful and wonderful you were. But he couldn’t. And besides, your friendship was perfect, and he wasn’t about to risk it all. No, unfortunately, the more you hung out and the deeper he fell, the more he was also assuring himself that ever confessing would ruin absolutely everything. 

Until one autumn, a run-in with a familiar cheerleader would cause the nature of your relationship to change forever!

#stranger things x reader #gareth emerson x reader #my writing #the only girl in hellfire #fem!reader #alt!reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: thigh riding, use of petnames ( e.g, good girl, sugar, etc ) swearing. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt one - thigh riding

character | fandom - gareth emerson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, cheerleader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.7k

tagging - taglist here

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you stop by gareth's house to pick up a text book and your sweater to find him playing drums in his garage. a drumming lesson -and thigh riding, ensue. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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❝ I don't get it. You could have any of the boys in the senior class and he's the one that gets you all hot and bothered? Gareth Emerson? I don't see the attraction, girl. Sorry..❞ - your best friend Angela's question pulls you out of your thoughts. You stick your tongue out at Angela and shrug. ❝ I've just always really liked him. He's a sweet guy, alright?❞

Angela shakes her head at your obvious distraction as the stop sign on the corner of the street Gareth lives on comes into sight. You've been dancing around your crush on the older boy for years now, damned if she has the first clue why. She wishes you'd just make a move, you're popular and it isn't like you can't have any boy you want.

❝ Its whatever, just do something already, damn it! Don't forget your sweater again, bitch! Tomorrow is the pep rally and Chrissy wanted everyone to match.❞ she calls out to you as she hurries away, leaving you alone at the stop sign.

From your spot, you can just barely hear Van Halen and drums. The door to the Emerson garage is open for once, a lone figure - Gareth -you recognize the red flannel instantly. It feels as if you're frozen, watching him bang away at the red drum kit from your spot.

He's just a boy. Get a grip. - the thought gets you moving in the direction of his house. And you intended to get what you came for and leave but you find yourself drawn to the garage instead.

Eyes glued to him as he twirls a drumstick between his fingers, cheeks red, his thick curls bounce with each move he makes. He's so focused on the song and keeping time with it that he doesn't see you as you linger, leaned against the door frame, twisting the end of your ponytail around the tip of your finger as you pop a quiet bubble with your chewing gum.

He's so pretty, you think, biting your bottom lip as he gets really into the drum solo. The faster he moves, the more his curls bounce.

It's truly a sight to behold and you’re mesmerized. Daydreaming.

You get so caught up in it that you don't realize he's not playing anymore and you're staring like an idiot until he's standing in front of you, close enough that you can smell cigarettes and the crisp clean scent of the body soap he uses. He clears his throat, snapping his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

❝ Something you want?❞ - the question asked quietly, an edgy tone as he gives you a wary once-over. 

You open your mouth to answer but just like every single other time he's spoken or you're just near the guy, it's as if you're tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and the words won't come because your brain refuses to work. You manage a shrug.

Gareth grumbles to himself and mumbles something under his breath. 

And boy when your brain and mouth decide they'll finally work, they immediately begin working way too well because the first thing that comes when you finally open your mouth is ❝ You have really pretty hands. I uhm..I noticed when you were playing the drum solo for Hot for Teacher.❞ 

Gareth raises a brow. Then he snickers quietly. It has to be a joke or an insult disguised as something nice. It has to be, he thinks, there's no way Munson is right. Not about her having a thing for me, that's like.. impossible.

❝ Shit.❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, frustrated with yourself for being so awkward. ❝ I uh..I meant to think that..to myself..I'm gonna uh..❞ you stare at the door behind his back helplessly, ❝ I just came by to get my Algebra book and my sweater. ❞ 

Okay he thinks just as soon as he's clocked the way heat creeps into your cheeks and the way you can't be still and you keep stepping just a little closer maybe Munson is onto something. She's always so quiet or jumpy around me. 

As you step past him to go into the house and grab your sweater and the damned Algebra book you loathe with every fiber of your being, he steps into your way and you swallow hard, your head tilted as you stare up at him, twisting hair around your finger. ❝ Is something wrong?❞ you finally manage to speak. He chuckles quietly. ❝ I could show you, y'know.❞ 

You bite your bottom lip, eyes flitting to the drum kit nearby. It's something he enjoys, therefore, you're interested in it too. But learning to play seems a bit..daunting. Like you might be a bother.

But you think it's a way to be close to him. Take him up on it.

❝ Y-yeah❞ you smile as you stammer out the word, ❝ I'd like..totally love that, Gareth.❞ and as soon as you realize exactly how flirtatious you sound, a slow heat rises to your cheeks. ❝ Does now work?❞ you've stepped closer, vanilla and strawberry fills his nose as your soft little body rubs against his softly. You’re staring up at him with that cute little shy grin and twirling your hair and his train of thought jumps all the tracks, he's zoned out for a few seconds, unfocused. A hand grazes your hip before he can stop himself. 

❝ Yeah. Now is perfect, actually.❞ - and he's silent. He has not one clue what to do, he never thought he'd make it as far as he did. He assumed that you'd laugh at his offer, he never once stopped to consider at all the possibility that you'd say yes, let alone want to do it immediately.

You're doing it again, you have this cute little nervous habit where you bite your lip a lot when you're nervous. She does it nonstop around me, he thinks, stepping even closer as he clears his throat and nods to his drum kit, giving you a little smirk. 

You wander over behind him, pouting the whole way because he stepped away from you and you missed the body to body contact you had.

He sits down on the stool and pats his thigh. You gaze at his lap, swallowing hard, your heart about to beat right out of your chest. He chuckles quietly and reaches out, pulling you down into his lap. You wind up settled on one of his thighs and biting back a whimper as you feel your body get fire-hot all over in a split second, you manage to pull together enough to glance over your shoulder at him as he slips his arms around you to grab his drumsticks.

❝ Hey.❞ you ask, ❝ do you know any Metallica? Or Def Leppard?❞

He chuckles, a little stunned that you can even name any musicians beyond Madonna because he's only ever heard you listening to her when you're over babysitting. 

❝ You..you listen to those bands?❞ he asks, shock and awe making his eyes widen almost comically and you laugh softly, grinning as you nod. ❝ And Poison, Motley Crue, Ozzy Osbourne.. What? Music is music, Gare.❞

❝ Yeah, well..❞ he trails off. He almost points out that people think it's weird but he keeps the thought to himself instead.

He doesn't want to be like the people who judge and bully him.

❝ How about this one?❞ he starts to play the drum solo for Foolin. ❝ Do you know that song?❞ he asks, rough lips just barely graze your ear when he asks, chuckling quietly.

You bite back a whine, his breath is warm, his voice is silk and gravel all at once, everything combines to be a distraction to you, so much that you barely manage to keep your cool enough to answer, a breathy ❝ Yeah. Foolin..right? Is it Foolin by Def Leppard?❞

He chuckles quietly. Manages a nod as he leans against your back and mutters a husky and quiet ❝ It is. Good girl, sugar.❞

Forgetting where you happen to be sitting, you do a little happy dance when he confirms that you've gotten it right. When he calls you a good girl, you can feel yourself melting. All your weight settles solidly on his thigh, which you're straddling.

You wind up rocking yourself right over his thigh and Gareth bites back a growl, his drumstick falling from his fingertips as he feels himself starting to get hard, the way you've rocked yourself against his thigh going straight to his cock. 

That felt so good, you think, if I were braver… - the thought goes unfinished because Gareth clears his throat and after he picks up the drumstick he's dropped, he places both sticks into your hand, his hands engulfing yours as he chuckles quietly. ❝ You wanna hold 'em like this, ❞ he takes the drumsticks back, demonstrating the proper way but you're too distracted by his hands to retain what he's shown you so when he wraps his hands around yours, you squeak quietly. 

Gareth snickers to himself, thinking, Okay, maybe Munson is onto something here. Wait, - that thought is quickly replaced by a heaping dose of skepticism in the form of, There's no way. Maybe she's just shy. Or maybe I'm too close and it's making her uncomfortable. That has to be it..Unless…

But when he lets go of your hands and they just happen to fall to your sides, caging you in place on his lap and you whine a little, squirming in his lap until your back is pressed totally against his chest and you manage to rock yourself over his thigh at least two times in the process, he finds himself wondering.

If you weren’t comfortable, you wouldn't keep trying to get even closer to him.

❝ I..uh..This is okay, right?❞ you ask quietly and you don't dare turn around and look at him because you can feel your body burning hot and you know if you were to, the desire you have to make a move might just trump any self preservation you still have and then you might really make things awkward. 

❝ It’s fine. Are you okay?❞ he asks, curious because you're breathless and you keep moving around. He's in the midst of kicking himself for not just letting you have the stool to yourself while he stood behind you and the entire time, you're trying to press yourself down against his thigh just a little more because the way it feels when you do it is so good that you can't resist trying. 

You’re aching, the accidental brushes up and down the length of his thigh have you throbbing with need and soaking through thin lace beneath your cheer skirt. You finally manage to mumble ❝ Y-yeah. I'm fine.❞ but you're dazed.

Gareth bites back a groan and he tries to focus on the music, on the way he's helping you hold the drumsticks in your hand, on anything but the warmth between your thighs or the way it feels when you move around, pressing yourself down into his thigh just a little harder each time you do it.

 ❝ Like this.❞ he takes the sticks and demonstrates again, patiently. He nearly drops the sticks a third -fourth, time as you squirm just a little, all over again. 

You giggle softly, cheeks on fire. ❝ Sorry! I'm so bad at this.❞ you mutter. He laughs quietly, the warmth of his breath tickles your ear. ❝ No you're not. Nobody can play when they're just starting out, sugar.❞ he mutters, pressing his chest against your back even more as his hands cover your own again. ❝ Good girl.❞ he chuckles quietly against your ear, ❝ See? You're already getting the hang of it.❞

Just make a move already. The thought comes, Gareth coughs quietly as it does. The worst that will happen is she laughs. You’re kind of used to that reaction. - but for all the sense it makes, there's a huge reason he just can't bring himself to do it.

He actually likes you. A lot. Enough that the two or three times he's called you sugar or good girl has him worried that he's going overboard, dangerously close to blowing any chance in his wildest dreams that he might’ve had with you.

Just do something. He doesn't have to be the one to take the lead, y'know. - the thought is nagging at you. ❝ I've got an amazing teacher...❞ you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. You try to reign yourself in, even if it's only a little. It's probably way too late for that now, you think, might as well just go for it.

One of you needs to do something. He's both totally oblivious and entirely too nice to make a move.

And you want him bad enough that you're sick of fighting it. You're done chickening out.

As you turn to face him, his drumstick crashes to the concrete, the sound is jarring. You press yourself down against his thigh and his breath hangs, he just barely manages to stop another growl as his fingers dig into your lower back and your hip. ❝ __?❞ he questions, caught off guard. 

You swallow hard and your eyes settle on the way pearly teeth graze against the rough skin of his bottom lip. He goes to speak again, his words cut off by your finger pressing into his mouth.

❝ You’re kinda beautiful.❞ you mutter in awe. He can't stop the low growl that rises up from deep in his chest this time. Blue eyes fix on the way you've raised one of your hands, caught his signature red flannel vest in your grip as you rock yourself over his thigh all over again. ❝I've always thought so..❞ you add as an afterthought.

You look him in the eyes as you say it, a little hiss slips out as your eyes flutter open and closed and your head falls back a little. You’re rocking yourself against his thigh just a little faster now. He can feel how hot you're getting. He's hard enough to break and half afraid that any second, he's going to wake up and realize this was just another wet dream.

❝ You are, sugar.❞ he mumbles, half expecting to wake up because what's happening, it has to be a dream.

You lock eyes with him and move closer. Slipping your arms around his neck. ❝ Can I..❞ you stop talking, you need a minute or two to pull yourself together, ❝ Can I kiss you, pretty boy?❞ 

Gareth Emerson is floored. He's never had anyone want to kiss him, let alone ask him like you just have. ❝ Do you wanna kiss me, sweetheart?❞ he asks, gazing up at you. 

❝ Mhm.❞ you're practically purring, melting into him even more. It takes a few seconds but he finally catches on, realizes it's not a dream and you're leaning in real close. His heart is pounding like a drum. When you rock yourself over his thigh yet again, he groans and catches hold of your hips, warns you ❝ If you keep it up, sugar...❞ as his lips just barely graze your own. 

The whine that escapes your mouth is needy and it's not quiet at all. You drag your fingers through thick curls and tug as your mouth bumps against his softly. Clumsy. ❝ I can't stop.❞ you mumble as your tongue parts his lips, dragging along his tongue, ❝ I..I don’t wanna. Feels so good.❞ the kiss deepens, his hand raises, slipping up your shirt and underneath your bra as you moan out his name and he squeezes your hip, guiding you back and forth over his thigh, ❝ Good girl. Let me help, yeah?❞

❝ P-please?❞ you beg, gasping softly when he moves you from his thigh to his lap and you can feel his clothed bulge as it presses up into you. He nips at your bottom lip hungrily, a hand raised to tug your hair free so that it tumbles down from the two crooked ponytails you pulled it up into for cheer practice this afternoon. The two of you are breathless, every single time he bucks himself up into you, he's bigger. Harder.

❝ Tell me how that feels, sugar. I..I wanna make you feel good.❞

❝ Feels so good. So good.❞ you nip at his lip and he parts your lips with his tongue all over again, ❝ I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart.❞ he mutters, ❝ –ah fuck. such a good little girl for me, aren't y'?❞

You melt into him all over again, throbbing, needy and begging him to take you right then and there…

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[bubbledtee]

Speaking of Gareth with a breeding kink………… what do you think he’d do if YOU were the one asking him to fill you up? Instead of him telling you how he’s “gonna get you pregnant” and “you’re gonna carry his babies”, YOU were begging him to do all those things??!!!

oh my god he’d absolutely lose it. immediately a whiney mess.

your hands would be splayed on gareth’s wide, heaving chest as you rode him, his cock pushing perfectly against your g-spot. you’d have to bury your face into the boy’s neck, so overwhelmed with pleasure that you felt embarrassed to let gareth see those fat tears gloss over your beautiful eyes.

“it fee-feels so good, gare…” you’d whine, reveling in just how well gareth set the pace with his large hands gripping at your perfect ass and thighs.

the boy would nod with a gulp, “i-i know, baby. you keep getting so t-tight around me… makes me wanna cum so bad…” gareth would stammer before setting a quicker pace, switching you from grinding against him to moving you up and down his cock.

you’d let out whines with the impact as he abused your tight cunt, your nails digging into his shoulder and back. the tight coil in your belly would be more and more ready to snap with every bounce, “ga-gare- daddy! fuck- mmn- i want you to c-cum inside of me… want you to bre-breed me! ah-“ your little voice would squeak, causing a rush of heat run right to gareth’s face and neck.

“breed y-you?” gareth would ask, his nails digging into the plush skin of your thighs, “god, you wanna carry my babies, sweetie?”

you’d nod with the cutest little hum, “want you to get me a-all full with your seed so everyone ca-can see what you do to me-! ah!”

with that, gareth would let out a long, drawn-out groan before fucking up into you. hard.

“yeah, sugar? you wanna carry daddy’s babies? god, you’re gonna look so pretty all round and full of my seed, huh?”

hhhhhh omg i fuckin love this guy <3333

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Dinos And Dragons {G.E.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Use of (Y/N) to make the story flow better, Reader's spirit is stifled bc people are assholes, "freak", lots of petnames(babe, pretty girl, angel, my love), slight gross stuff(food chain stuff), slight use of big words, established relationship

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gareth loves his little dino girl, he truly does so he's quite angry when someone ruins her day and introduces her to her next hyperfixation.

You got ready with your favorite little dino hoodie, your bag, and a small gift for Gareth that you spent all night making for him. You were always so excited to start your day with your boyfriend. So excited that, every morning at 6:45, you sit at the window and watch for his car.

Soon enough Gareth arrived and you were out the door.

"Good morning Gareth! Thanks for taking me to school!" You said happily as you got in the car.

Gareth smiled and shook his head at your energy. "Babe. We do this every morning. And every morning it's way too early to be as excited as you are."

"And every morning I'm excited to see your face." You told him, your heart eyes glaringly obvious at this point. "Oh! I made you something last night." You said excitedly, handing him a small bottle cap pin with a dinosaur on it.

He carefully took the pin from you hand and smiled. "Aww, you shouldn't have." He told you as he struggled to pin it onto his flannel.

You took the pin from him and pinned it to the flannel for him with ease. "Yeah but I wanted to."

"You do you then pretty girl." He said as he attempted to back out. He eventually put his hand on the back of your headrest to rotate himself little and backed out easily since he could finally see.

You stared at him the whole time, admiring his focused expression and bit your lip before speaking again. "Stop, I'm gonna fall in love with you."

Gareth chuckled and turned forward to pay attention to the road again. "I don't see the problem with that?"

You quickly changed the subject and excitedly tapped your boyfriends arm. "Ooo! Ooo! Did I tell you about my essay?"

"What essay?"

"For English?" You responded questioningly, pulling your essay out of your folder.

Gareth's expression turned blank and you noticed that he gripped the wheel slightly harder. "Was that due today?"

"Yeah."

"Shit." He cursed angrily, hitting his steering wheel a little. "Anyway, continue. I interrupted and that wasn't cool."

"Anyway, I wrote my essay on the origin of dinosaurs and this has honestly got to be my best essay ever," You said excitedly. "And see? It's even all typed out and professional!"

Gareth beamed at you proudly at a red light. "Good job angel! I'm so proud of you!"

"Falling in love again." You informed him jokingly.

"Where's the problem?" He asked with the same tone.

You giggled and put your essay back in your folder. "Nowhere!"

. . .

English with Mrs. Cook wasn't always fun. Especially since she makes everyone read their essays out loud. As part of their grade. No pressure...

"Now, where's (Y/N) to present her essay to the class?" Mrs. Cook asked in her boring monotone voice while she clicked her very obnoxious red pen.

"Here!" You said excitedly, trying to get through the desks and chairs, hooking your foot on one by accident. "It's- ah- sorry! It's entitled 'The Origin of Dinsaurs' and-"

"Shocker Freak." You heard Matthew Farris mutter in the front, earning himself a few chuckles from surrounding students.

You gripped your essay and tried not to let it bother you, creasing your once crisp paper. "-And... um- I spent... way too long on it and, uh, I- I think I'll take the half-grade on this one Mrs. C. I don't want to bore anyone and... and it's, um... six pages long and kinda boring anyway." You said quietly, watching as Mrs. Cook made a mark in her grade book.

You made your way back to your seat and paid no attention to anyone after you, picking at your nails and trying not to cry.

. . .

You got to the Hellfire Club's table and huffed as you sat down. You laid your head on your arms and everyone noticed that you were acting off immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gareth asked, poking you from his seat across the table.

"What?" You asked quietly.

Gareth tilted his head to try and look at you. "You don't look like your usual self. You good?"

"Yeah I'm fine." You lied, circling your finger on the table as a means to distract yourself.

"You don't look fine," Jeff chimed in.

"Someone called me a freak earlier in class," You responded sadly.

Gareth nearly choked on his drink at your confession. "What?"

"Own it!" Eddie encouraged.

Gareth hit Eddie's arm and shook his head in disapproval. "Eddie, come on man. It upset her."

Eddie stared at Gareth for a few moments, picking his words carefully. "I am literally Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. Hear me out: If she let's one time ruin her day then she's in for a lifetime of hurt," He explained.

Gareth looked annoyed at Eddie's explanation. "Damn it! I hate when you're right."

You sat up and shrugged. "Yeah... I guess... It's just- am I lame?" You asked, rolling the sleeves of your hoodie up a little.

"What?"

"No." Eddie said plainly, popping a mini pretzel in his mouth.

"Why would you ask that?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know... It just seems that dinosaurs are kinda... childish I guess? I don't... I don't know. I'm sorry for bringing it up it just- I..." You nervously rambled, losing steam as you got closer to the end.

"Don't worry about it, you're just as cool as dinosaurs are." Jeff assured you, pulling on Gareth's flannel and pointing to the pin you made him. "See?"

You smiled a little and picked at your nails again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Also, I have a surprise for you after school," Gareth told you.

You smiled wider and sat up straighter. "Ooo! What is it?"

"It's... a surprise my love," Gareth reminded you. "I'm not ruining it."

Eddie groaned and threw his trash at Gareth. "Ew, gross. Be a couple somewhere else, you're reminding me that I'll probably die alone."

"Oh shut up." You smiled. "You won't die alone. You got us!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!" Eddie responded with fake enthusiasm.

. . .

After your last class of the day you quickly found Gareth and closed his locker, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from your very metal boyfriend. It was cute.

"So what is this mysterious surprise from lunch?" You asked, playing with the straps on your back pack.

Gareth nodded his head toward the school's parking lot. "It's in my car."

You tilted your head slightly and looked at him, very confused. "Where in your car? I was in the front earlier."

"Trunk babe." He said plainly, leading you to his car.

"Ohh... Makes sense," You nodded.

You grabbed his hand and leaned on him in silence as he led you to your surprise.

"Close your eyes." He told you when you two got to his car.

You closed your eyes and covered them with your hands to really make sure you didn't see. "We're going to mine after this right?"

You could hear him rummaging around slightly as he spoke. "Always. Now... open!"

You opened your eyes to see Gareth with the proudest little look on his face, a giant dragon stuffed animal, and three books.

"Books and a stuffed animal?" You asked him, taking the items. "You spoil me Gareth," You told him with a kiss to his cheek.

Gareth helped you into the passenger seat and closed the door for you. "What? I play Dungeons and Dragons not Dungeons and Dinos," He said as he got into the driver's seat.

"That would be a sick game though." You said, giggling at how squished you were in your seat due to the dragon stuffie that was probably the size of you.

"It would actually," He agreed.

. . .

You and Gareth had rushed to your room as soon as you got to your place. Gareth laid in your bed and worked on math while you snuggled up next to him to read your new book about dragons. It was quiet for about ten minutes before you found something cool.

"Gareth!" You whisper yelled. "You know where the myth of dragons comes from?"

"Where?" He asked in his normal voice, giving you his full attention.

"So basically, when England was colonizing places there were these big ass alligators in the Nile right? These big ass gators would snatch and drown food, humans included, and scared the heck outta these colonizers yeah? They went back to England and reported giant lizards with wings, because humans exaggerate, and everyone developed an irrational fear of what we now know as the mythical creatures called dragons." You paraphrased with hand gestures. "Isn't that cool?"

"It is." He smiled, going back to his math.

You smiled shyly and bit Gareth lightly. You leaned your head on his arm and acted as if nothing happened.

"Did you just bite me?" He asked, looking over at you innocently reading.

"Affectionately!" You defended. "It's called di... dimor... dimorphous expression! It basically means 'it's so cute I wanna chomp!'" You explained, not looking up from your book.

Gareth looked impressed with your knowledge. "Where'd you learn that one smarty pants?"

You put your bookmark in your book and turned over, grabbing his arm. "Mr. Maitland goes on a lot of tangents."

"Oh, I see," Gareth nodded. "You bit me because you think I'm cute?"

You shook your head and smiled cutely at him. "It was an appreciative dragon chomp."

Gareth put his homework on the floor next to your bed and kissed your forehead. "That was an appreciative Gareth kiss."

"Can I have another one?" You asked, scooting up so you were eye level with him.

"Of course pretty girl." He winked, giving you a nose kiss.

Best boyfriend ever.

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stranger things ● the new girl ● g. emerson

warnings

swearing, bullying, jason carver -and jason carver getting an encyclopedia to the back of the head from Gareth. idk where this came from, tbh but my grumpy lil drummer dude's tag is dying and I can't just let it happen so... enjoy ig?

word count

1019 exactly. One shot... for now.

summary

Jason Carver's annoying voice prompts you to stick up for school freak Gareth Emerson which in turn gets you backed into a corner of your own. Gareth to the rescue. -- ashes doesn't know whether to say this is fluff or not?

taglist

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@tbmunson - bestie you knew i was tagging you. this is about our boy.

@allelitesmut

other links

masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

“Where do you think you’re going, freak?” Jason Carver is standing in Gareth’s way, blocking so that he can’t sidestep or avoid him. And that fucking sneer, it has Gareth’s fist clenched at his side. When Gareth doesn’t say anything, Jason repeats himself. And he gives Gareth a little shove. “Where’s your friend, freak?”

“For the last fucking time, Carver. I don’t know where Eddie is. Nobody’s seen him in days.” Gareth answers, glaring up at Jason. Standing taller, a fist clenched at his side. If they weren't on school grounds, Gareth would've swung already because Jason's been at this for almost a week at this point. It's starting to get more than a little old and Gareth Emerson is losing the minute amount of patience he possessed to begin with.

The whole thing catches your attention as you stand nearby, trying to reapply your lipstick in the mirror you have stuck to your locker door. Without turning around, you speak up, addressing Jason. “Let him go to class, shitbag.”

“What’d you say to me, little girl?”

“You heard me. I didn’t stutter and you’re not deaf.” you deadpan, shoving the tube of red lipstick back into your zippered makeup bag. Once you’ve set this onto the top shelf of your locker, you whirl around, facing Jason.

Gareth is taking this all in.

Jason smirks at you. And he steps closer. 

You step closer too. And you’ve got your head tilted, you’re gazing up at him, a look of boredom on your face. Then you smirk right back at him. “I said let him go to class… shitbag. Better? Did you hear me that time, jackass?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Jason asks, a stunned look on his face as he studies you for a second or two. You’re a new girl, so he gives you just a little leeway. You obviously haven't learned how things work here in Hawkins yet.

“An asshole?” you question. Gareth can’t help it when it happens, and it’s maybe not his smartest move, but he chuckles quietly. Jason whirls around, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him up against the locker hard.

“You’re laughing, freak?” he questions, the menace in his tone unhidden.

“Oh my god, look.. You can knock it the fuck off with this alpha male bullshit. If he said he doesn’t know where the guy is, he doesn’t fucking know, pinhead. And he's only laughing because it's funny. You're a walking joke, dude. Not anybody's fault but your own.” you roll your eyes as you speak up from behind Jason, arms folded over your chest. Jason drops his hold on Gareth’s shirt and Gareth starts to make a hasty retreat.

Jason’s got his sights set on you now. And the closer he steps to you, the more unsettled you are by the way blue eyes seem so empty and cold. His body bumps against yours and he’s towering over you and you find yourself wondering why in the fuck you thought it’d be a good idea to intervene in the first place and you’re questioning all your life choices that brought you here, to this point. 

He steps closer all over again and you give him a shove back. Jason rubs his chin. “Are you screwing that freak?”

“Is that any of your business, clown shoes? I mean… he’s probably a better lay than you.” you smirk as you shove him away again because he’s stepping up to you. He’s trying to corner you and you know it. You’re not stupid.

Scared but not stupid.

You gulp when you feel the cool metal of the locker at your back and you throw up a hand to keep space between your body and Jason’s.

“Something has to be going on between you two, I mean.. C’mon. And you go to all this trouble and he leaves you alone with me? Not much of a man, is he?” Jason’s leaning into you as best as he can and you roll your head, moving it so that you’re not almost nose to nose with the guy.

You raise your knee, just like your mom’s always told you. And as your knee is just about to smash into his groin, a thick textbook smashes right up against the back of his head. “Fucking let her go, asshole.”

As Jason slumps down to catch his breath you lock eyes with Gareth Emerson as he stands there, chest heaving in and out because he’s angry. Cheeks flushed, blue  eyes practically glowing with anger.

The anger is gone in a split second when you lock eyes with him as you’re taking a few deep breaths of your own to calm down and pull yourself together again. He kicks at Jason who is still hunched over, stepping up to you. Into you. You don’t realize exactly how short you are -or how much bigger he really is compared to, until he’s checking you over in concern while he’s swearing and chewing you out for butting in on the confrontation in the first place. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” he rambles, gazing at you in confusion as he asks a second later, “Why the hell would you do that, huh? He’s losing his damn mind lately.”

You shrug. “I’m fucking sick of the way him and his friends think they own Hawkins. And his voice was annoying me. Are you done nagging, dude? I’ve gotta get to Home Ec before I get my fourth tardy and my ma gets a coronary.” and you step beneath the way he had his arm outstretched, his hand palm down against the locker you still had your back to. As you vanish down the hall without another word, Gareth stares after you intently.

And then he chuckles to himself quietly and shakes his head. Jeff snickers from beside him and nudges him in the side. “What was that about, man? Why’d you come into Mrs. Hardesty’s class, grab an encyclopedia and run back out?”

“Jason fucking Carver.”

“Shit.” Jeff shakes his head. “Wait.. what happened?”

“He cornered the new girl because for some reason, she stuck up for me?”

Jeff’s brow raises. “She doesn’t talk though.”

“Oh, trust me.. She talks. She’s actually kind of mouthy.” Gareth blows at a curl as it springs down and into his face. 

“Did she say why she stuck up for you?”

“ Kind of, not really? All she said was Jason’s voice annoys her.” 

Jeff chuckles. “C’mon, we better get to class. Hey, have you seen Eddie today?”

“Nope. I wonder where the hell he is. He’s already missed two days, man.” Gareth muses as the two best friends disappear into their shared homeroom class…

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[bookshelf-dust]

what are we going to be for halloween?

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 2,166

warnings: flirty little shithead gareth, gareth likes boobs, halloween!! sweet sweet kissy fluff, mentions of smoking?? some ass touching, candy eating

a/n: i LOVE this gif. "pussies? really? because we're not delusional?" something about the way he drags out the "uuuuu" makes me crazy. anyway, i really, really like this!! i hope you do too!! <33

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October 1988

You're on your back, reading on the couch, book resting against the top of your stomach, just under your chest. You register Gareth walk around in front of you, but you're not really paying him any attention.

Something that he's clearly had enough of.

Gareth walks toward you, and gets onto the couch, wiggling about until he is settled between your legs, head on your tummy, hands tucked under his chin. He rubs his knee up and down your calf as best as he can from the odd angle.

From where he's laying, he cannot see your face--only the book cover and your hands. But lucky for him, your hair is splayed out within his grasp, and he reaches for a strand, giving it a gentle and curious sniff.

"Your hair smells good."

"Wow, thank you, Gareth. It’s almost like that’s what happens when someone washes their hair," you retort.

"You’re such a little shit, you know that? Such a smartass."

You lift the book from its resting place, looking down at him. His cheek rests on his hand, and he grins up at you, looking like a mischievous toddler.

"You think I’ve got a smart ass? Just showering me with compliments today, huh?" He moves a hand, stroking it down your side and wriggling it under you to give your ass a squeeze, making you yelp. The look on his face tells you he's very proud of himself, and you lower your book again so that he is blocked from view.

"Rude," he proclaims. You reach down and lightly slap his ass in return.

"I'd come over here to ask you a question, and now you go about, abusing my delicate rear end? The nerve."

You ignore his dramatics. "Ask the question, Emerson."

"What are we going to be for Halloween?"

That was a good question. You'd been thinking it over for a while, but you needed to make the decision soon in order to have time to prepare for the holiday.

"Huh." You mark your page and close your book, leaning a little to set it on the table opposite the couch.

"Well..." you trail off, patting your chest to signal that you want Gareth closer, for him to scoot up.

"We could be Ferris and Cameron. Or you could be Bender and I could be Claire. You've got the flannel for that. But we don't have to be a pair, you know. It could be individual. I could be Wednesday, or maybe just Allison because you know Andrew pisses me off. Or like, Elvira."

Gareth sat up at that one, straddling your hips. "Don't tease me like that." He had the hots for Elvira, Mistress of The Dark, and you didn't even blame him in the slightest. She was hot and there was no denying that.

"Gare, I haven't got half the boobs for that. It was just an idea.” He looked offended, seriously hurt.

"Hey! Don't say that about them! You're gonna hurt their feelings!"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Stop conversing with my boobs, Gareth."

"I love your boobs. You'd be such a hot Elvira. Really!" You crossed your arms over your chest, not believing him, and hoping he'd forget about the suggestion. He could tell that you thought it might be fun, but then he saw the moment your insecurities shoved their way to the frontline of your thoughts. "We could be Seymour and Audrey."

"Jesus, Gareth. You really want my boobs out, don't you?"

"I love them. They're so nice to me, baby."

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You’d settled on being Ferris and Cameron. While Gareth really liked the idea of you dressing up in something sexy, he wanted you to be comfortable and happy. So you’d tucked the Elvira idea away for next year, or maybe just for Gareth.

Gareth’s stepdad had an old Flyers jersey lying around, which he was kind enough to let Gareth borrow. You watched him button the khaki pants he’d found during one of your thrift store visits, noticing how good his thighs looked in them.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” You looked up at him from your perch on his bed, and he smiled at you. “C’mere.” He moved to his dresser, picking up his wallet and making sure the chain was still attached securely.

You stood in front of him and lifted your jacket a little for him. He slipped his wallet into your back pocket, hooking the other end of the chain to one of your belt loops. “I see why you think that’s hot now. Looks way better on you.”

Gareth leaned down to peck you once on the lips and then again on the cheek, making you blush.

You looked in his mirror, kind of agreeing with him, and thinking you might have to get one for yourself.

The two of you stood there in your finished costumes, looking rather cute. You’d gone to all of the local thrift stores repeatedly until you found everything you needed, your Ferris costume proving much more difficult than his Cameron.

You’d found a vest a close as possible to his, and some pants for cheap. The best part was that Steve had a jacket that looked almost identical to Ferris,’ and you were suddenly very thankful he was preppier than you. He’s agreed to let you borrow it, trusting you wouldn’t spill anything on it.

You’d borrowed a white shirt for underneath from Gareth, after discovering you didn’t own anything that wasn’t a dark color. You were lucky he had one that he slept in sometimes when he decided to wear a shirt to bed.

You realized the only part of your outfit that was yours were your shoes, but nevertheless the both of you looked very very sweet.

Gareth wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. “Does kissing in these costumes mean we’ve changed the plot of the movie?”

“Yeah, but that’s how it should’ve been anyways,” you laughed. “Ferris and Cameron were in love and I’m a firm believer in that.”

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“Where to next?” Gareth asked, driving in the direction of the rich neighborhoods.

You’d already hit all the houses on his street, skirting around all the other teens and their siblings or friends, ignoring the comments from neighbors he knew about whether or not the two of you were too old to be trick-or-treating.

You hadn’t cared in the slightest, wanting to revel in the child-like escapades of Halloween before you officially weren’t a teenager anymore.

“Word on the street is that the people in Loch Nora give out full sized candy bars.” Word on the street being Dustin and his knowledge of the best places to get candy.

“Sold.”

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Gareth was walking next to you, pillowcase slung over his shoulder, other hand in his pocket. You were looking at him, taking in the way the street lights glinted off the tip of his nose, the way his cupid’s blow shined. You’d never been happier.

You tore your gaze away from him, reaching into your pumpkin bucket and digging around for the Nerds some soccer mom had given you earlier.

It was getting later, the streets having turned fully teen territory now, and Gareth reached to tug you closer to him because of the crowd. You tore open the little pink box, shaking some into your mouth, and then noticed how close you were to him, having been occupied with your candy. He was looking right at you.

“What?” You inquired.

“I want some.” You held the box aloft and he opened his mouth, stopping walking to you let you shake some out.

“Thank you.” He kissed you, and tasted like cherry.

He stayed still after you started to walk again, your eye on a particularly big house with loads of decorations. You noticed and moved back to him.

“You’re so pretty,” he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love you,” Gareth said. He grinned at the way you blushed under the orange string lights hanging from someone’s carport.

“I love you too, Cam.” He leaned in and kissed you, short and sweet, and then let you practically run off in search of more sugar—which he knew you didn’t need.

After a little while longer, another rich neighborhood, and an alarmingly full pillowcase that might’ve started to rip, you decided to call it a night with the trick-or-treating.

You did decide to drive around for a while, looking at Halloween decorations.

“I’m gonna have to get a better job than the record store if we’re gonna be able to afford our own decorations. Bet we could have the best yard in all of Hawkins.” Gareth noticed you were quiet, and turned to look at you.

“You said ‘we.’ You wanna live with me?” You hesitantly asked.

He looked at you like it was obvious. “‘Course I do. Someday. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, Gare, I would.”

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“You’re gonna have to spare some Whoppers. I promised Eddie I’d save him some.” The both of you were sitting on his living room floor, raiding your candy stash that you’d now dumped on the carpet.

“He should’ve come with us then. Gotten his own candy.” You stuck your tongue out at him, popping another chocolate ball in your mouth.

Gareth was now searching for anything with white chocolate in it, knowing you hated that shit, and so did he, setting it aside for his sisters, who did like it. The Lost Boys was playing in the background, but you weren’t paying attention, having seen it more than was healthy.

“No. I’m glad it was just the two of us tonight. I like being with you.” You watched him open a pack of chocolate cigarettes, putting one in between his lips. “You can’t yell at me about these, they won’t kill me.”

He held the pack out to you, and you took one, chewing as he closed it and tossed it on the floor. “I’m glad it was just the two of us too, by the way.”

He grinned at you, leaning in and waiting for a kiss. You planted one on his forehead and he pouted. “Noo, you missed!” You tried for a cheek. Then he got sick of your games and put both hands on the sides of your face, kissing you with a loud enough “Mwah!” to make you roll your eyes at him.

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The two of you scooped up the remainder of your candy and carried it upstairs to his room in order to save it from the other mouths in his house.

You started to strip off the layers of your costume, setting Steve’s jacket carefully on the desk chair in Gareth’s room.

Gareth walked over when he realized you were changing clothes, unhooking the wallet chain for you. “Thank you,” you said, unbuttoning your vest.

You stepped out of your pants, watching Gareth pull the jersey over his head and toss it across the room. He then untangled his necklace from his hair, and your eyes fell to his tummy. His tummy.

You ducked down planting kisses on his soft squish and carding your fingers through his happy trail. “You have problems,” he said.

You kept going, and then realized that his thighs were right there, and they looked oh so good in those pants, so you gave them a squeeze.

“No problems. Just love you.” Another belly kiss, another thigh rub.

His cheeks went red, and you left him to dig in your bag for pajamas. “No. Nope. Stop that. Wear something of mine, please, I beg of you.”

You pulled his shirt off over your head and waited for him to pick something new out, but he got sidetracked looking at your chest. “Hey, my eyes are up here, dipshit.”

“I told you I love your boobies,” he said, tossing a Motörhead shirt at you.

“Don’t say boobies, Gareth.”

He giggled. “I like your boobies and I’m proud of it, so I’ll say boobies if I please. Pants or no?”

“Please. It’s cold in here.” He tossed a pair of old pajama pants at you, and then slipped into sweats himself. He turned around, and groaned at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Ughh. I love you.”

He grabbed your hand, leading you to his bed, snuggling under the covers with you.

He slipped his hand underneath your shirt rubbing your belly, and you took the chance to do the same, not missing the way his lips quirked up.

You leaned in. “I wanna spend all the rest of the Halloweens with you.”

He smiled fully at you, happy and warm. “Right back at you, baby.”

You leaned in, kissing him slowly, a warm press of your lips against his. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you let him in for a moment before pulling away.

“I love you, Gareth.”

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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[mytheoristavenue]

hiiii i really loved your gareth fanfic!!! could you pretty please write some more cute fluffy stuff with him?😇💕💕

Sure, thanks for the ask!

ST Gareth Emerson x Reader - Pet Names

Summary: Gareth always seems to flirt with you so heavily, but he doesn't actually like you, does he?

Warnings: Just fluff, plus a little pev!Gareth

"Mornin' pretty girl." Gareth greeted, lazily slinging his arm around your shoulders. You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious nature and wiggled your shoulders to shake his arm off.

"Good morning." you replied, shutting your locker and sauntering away to the cafeteria.

"Whoa," he laughed, following and sneaking a few peaks at your backside. "I love a woman with attitude, especially when she walks away."

"Which is something I'm sure you get a lot of, loser." you teased with a scoff.

"But it's not something I mind, even more so when it's you." he smirked, walking you to the lunch table. "I like it when you play hard to get." he dramatically bowed when you reached the club's table, most of them already sitting and eating their breakfast, before pulling out your chair, particularly the one right beside his. "Mi 'lady."

"Yeah, I think not." you snorted, walking around the table to where Dustin was, sitting next to him instead. "Hi, Dusty, how'd your test go yesterday?"

Unbeknownst to you, Gareth watched you from across the table with a fond smile. Not a playful one, but a genuine, relaxed grin. He knew that you thought he was joking but there was always at least half a truth to his compliments. He may not have been enough of a perv to want to stare at your ass all day long like he said, but he did find you wildly attractive.

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"Hold your books for you, Sweets?" He peaked over your shoulder as you walked from one class to the other.

"Sure thing," you smirked playfully, unloading your textbooks, bookbag, lunch box, and purse onto his open arms. You laughed as he struggled to haul it all and still keep pace with you. "Thanks, bud."

"I live to be your pack mule," he joked. "I love the abuse."

"I bet you do, nerd." you rolled your eyes, hips swaying with every stride. "Better enjoy it while it lasts because this is as close as you'll ever get to serving a woman."

"What can I say, I'm a masochist'." he smirked, dancing his brows at you when you looked back at him.

"And I love hurting you, so maybe we are a good match after all." you rebuffed, sitting down at your desk as he set your belongings down along side you, before taking the seat behind you.

"I keep telling you that. One day, you'll give me a chance and I'll rock your world baby."

"In you're dreams." you huffed, a bit flustered at the prospect of actually having sex with him.

"You sure are."

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"Like a ride home hot stuff?" Gareth cheesed, weaving into your path as you made your way to the exit of the school, the final bell having just dismissed you. "Or you could ride me home, if you'd prefer."

You scoffed, irritated. "Yeah right," He had been laying his faux affections on fairly thick today and you were admittedly beginning to reach your limit as you pushed passed him, stepping onto the sidewalk to start your journey home.

"C'mon babe, it's cloudy. You can't walk, it might rain." Though you'd never admit it, the smile he always flashed you was dazzling and put you into a trace nearly every time, especially when he paired it with the softest things he could possibly say. "No way am I letting my sweet girl get caught up in the rain, what kind of guy would I be?"

"Alright, fine." you groaned, frustrated at his ability to weaken your knees and persuade you to do whatever he wanted. "But straight home, got it? I don't want to go rent a movie or go to Eddie's place, or go watch you practice or any of that shit. I just want to go home, okay?" You reason, climbing into his car and buckling yourself in.

"I hear ya loud and clear, Princess." he smirked, starting up the beater, and pulling out of the school's lot. "Just one stop though."

"Gareth!" you shouted. "I don't want to go anywhere with you, you said you'd take me straight home!" you reared back to smack him, brows burrowed before his hearty laughter caught you off guard.

"I guess you don't want any KFC then." This prompted you to cease your protest for a moment, you loved KFC.

"You rat bastard," you growled. "Whatever, I guess we can go but you're paying!"

"Always, Dollface."

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Nearly an hour had passed, and your meal had come and gone, his treat, as promised, and now you were on your way home, for real this time. You sat quietly in his passenger seat, to-go cup in your lap, staring at it. A cassette of band played softly on the stereo and you could hear his fingers practicing the drum solo in the song against the steering wheel. "Chin up, baby. Ain't all bad." he smiled softly, only to frown when he noticed you were no longer entertaining his flirting. "Hey what's up?"

You ignored him, barely shrugging your shoulders as a response, hoping he'd either drop the matter, or your ride home would someone how shorten. "Talk to me, Sweets." he pressed, nudging his elbow against yours.

Hesitantly you parted your lips to speak, still neglecting to look at him, or anywhere but the straw of your cup, really. "I hate when you flirt with me." you confessed, resulting in every noise in the car, other than it itself falling silent. You eagerly awaited his reply, but came short, at least for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll stop." It was almost a whisper, a mortified one at that. He had been making you uncomfortable this whole time and didn't even notice? He was such a douchebag! "I wish you would have told me sooner."

"I just don't like it when you lie." you added. "It's not the flirting that bothers me, it's the lies."

"Bab- (Y/N), what are you talking about?" he squinted at the road, utterly puzzled with what you meant. He may have been a piece of shit for harassing you, but he wasn't a liar.

"It wouldn't be so bad if you said things that were true when you flirt. Or if you were genuine about the things you say." you pouted, crossing your arms, possibly the first movement you'd made since you back into the car.

"What do you think I'm being ingenuine about?" he asked, wondering if this was the beginning of the end for your friendship, and whether or not it would be his fault.

"Like how you think I'm so hot and you want to fuck me and all that shit." you snapped, choking down the urge to cry. "Or how we're gonna get married one day."

"You don't believe that that's how I feel?" he asked, half confessing his true feelings right then and there. "Look, it may make me a bad person, but I do think you're hot, hot as fuck." Your cheeks burned as he spoke so sternly with you, something he rarely did with anyone, let alone you. "And to be honest, I think the day I'd get lucky enough to get you to have sex with me would be the same day I won the lottery. And for the record, we are going to get married one day."

You fell silent, shocked by all he'd said, and unsure of what to say next. "Gareth what are you saying?" you asked, trembling with the adrenaline that the conversation fueled.

"I like you, stupid!" he shouted dramatically. "I feel like it's pretty obvious."

It was, you had just not wanted to see the signs. "Gareth..I..." you were honestly at a loss for words. You felt awful for accusing him of lying. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to stop flirting with me...I just want to know you mean what you say."

"I do, or I wouldn't say it." he sighed, pulling his car onto the shoulder of the highway. "I want you to be mine, (Y/N)." He cooed, taking your hands into his.

"Are you...asking me out?" you questioned nervously, eyes boring into his, your whole aura oozing with vulnerability.

"I guess I am. Are you saying yes?" You nodded excitedly, reaching up and pecking his cheek before shrinking back timidly. "Does this mean I get to keep calling you cute names?"

"It does." you smiled as he began to restart the car and merged back onto the road.

"Let's get you home pretty girl."

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Gareth with chubby reader who’s into sitting on his lap all the time but being afraid they might crush him :0

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Your relationship with Gareth was centered around physical touch. Wherever you were, he always found some way to be touching you. It could range from interlocking your pinkies as you had a conversation in between classes at school or placing his hand on the small of your back while searching for a place to shop at the mall. Of all these ways, however, you loved nothing more than to perch yourself on Gareth’s lap. But every time you sat down and got comfortable, you always felt this sense of frustration. What if you were hurting him?

To put it simply, you struggled with your self-image throughout all of middle school and high school. Although you were shy to begin with, your insecurities only further led you into introversion. You didn’t want to be noticed; you were fine with viewing everything from the background. But one day, when you stopped by the Hawkins High School’s main office to pick up the copies of your transcripts to send to a couple of colleges you were applying for, Gareth began to notice you. He had been sitting in the nurse’s office icing a freshly bruised cheek right across the hall and couldn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time you were there. In the following weeks, he fought to gain the courage to talk to you. You were both just as awkward as each other, but surprisingly, you laughed it off. Gareth made you laugh. From that moment, he knew he wanted you in his life. In what felt like an instant, you two went from strangers to friends and friends into lovers. He was the first to say those three sacred words and made you feel on top of the world. You knew he loved all of you, but couldn’t help but feel like your complexion made you “not good enough” for him. He constantly reassured you that your curves were stunning and claimed that it was just all the more for him to love about you.

Corroded Coffin was finishing up practice for the evening when you returned to the garage with drinks and snacks in hand for the boys. Once they all finished putting away their instruments and loose sheets of paper containing notes and lyrics for both original songs and covers of popular metal songs, Gareth invited you to come sit down with a pat on his lap. You gladly accepted his invitation and set the refreshments down on the table in front of the weathered couch your boyfriend was relaxed on then proceeded to place yourself on his soft, jean-clad thighs.

For a split second, you felt content. It didn’t take long before your conscience filled with concern for Gareth’s legs. “Gare?” You peeped nervously, turning to the side to better face him.

“Yeah, Y/N?” He said, cocking one of his eyebrows in confusion.

“Am I—?” You sighed and broke your eye contact with him.

“Are you what?” He was even more lost as to why you would be acting upset.

“Am I crushing you?”

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “No. What makes you think that?”

You didn’t say anything. A moment of silence passed before he realized. “Cuddlebug, you’re not hurting me at all. I love when you sit on my lap. It means I can hold you,” He smiled softly. “And don’t tell me you don’t love it.”

You blushed and leaned down to bury your face in his neck, his curly hair tickling your temple like a bouquet of feathers. You smiled as you softly inhaled his scent: a sweet mixture of sweat from hours of drumming with a dash of cologne and deodorant. He took the opportunity to hug you back and said, “I love you. All of you.”

Of course, this wouldn’t be complete without the other guys spitting out phrases like, “Get a room!” or “Gross! Save that for another time!” But you didn’t pay any mind to the boys’ comments. And neither did Gareth.

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[sirenmoth]

His Flannel

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth just loves the way you look in his cut off flannel, maybe a little too much

CW: slight praise and degrading, oral (fem receiving), minor overstimulation, couch stuff that’s it,porn with little plot, gareth has quite strong that is my new headcanon

written on phone cuz my wifi is shitty rn and ik this is probably bad but idk, also not proof read

Weekends were reserved for you and Gareth, if there wasn’t band practice is any other chores that required your attention it was spent going on small dates around Hawkins or chilling at either ones of your houses. Today you both decided to stay at Gareth’s house since his parents and younger siblings weren’t home, mindlessly watching some random kind of bad tv show that was airing, resting your back against his chest with his arms around your waist.

Left around 5 minutes ago and in that time you thought it was a good idea to try on his cut off flannel, thinking it would only take a minute but what you didn’t expect was for it to be really, really soft. Making yourself comfortable on the couch you hear his voice from across the room.

“Looking good, sugar”

As he makes his way over to you, drinking in your figure, and you, you wearing his flannel, getiing between your legs and comfortable “God, why didn’t I think of this sooner” he stated before attacking your neck with nibbles and bites, his hands moving to your chest, using your breasts like personal stress balls, whining you try and buck your hips towards him to get some relief and friction. Gareth lowers his body weight on top of you “Patience, princess, let me have my fun first” he mubles into your neck before suckilng a hickie onto your neck. “You look so good.” Moving his hands down to your thighs and under your skirt,  massaging just below where you need him. Removing his hand, he flipped your skirt, moving down while remaing eye contact with you, stopping when he comes face to face with your clothed cunt. 

“Gare, please” you whine to get his, Gareth on the other hand responsed by dragging his nose over your clit repeatedly causing low throaty moans to leave your mouth, grinding your hips against his face, Gareth moved your panties to the side and flattened his tongue againt your clit before sucking on it 

“Gareth, please” you whine to get his attention, Gareth on the other hand responds by dragging his nose over your clothes cunt, repeatedly, earning low throaty moans to leave your mouth. Before you could grind again this face, he moves your panties to the side and flattens his tongue against your clit before sucking and licking and placing small, light bites against it. Eating you out like a starved man, watching as you let moans free fall from your lips.

“Please, Gare, please”

“Please what, princess?” Moaning again, you try bucking your hips upwards towards him, hoping to get to message across without saying anything, receiving a hard slap on your inner left thigh after not giving a direct answer , Gareth likes when your upfront on what you want from him, you whine as he asks again “Please what, Princess?” sound more strict and less patience with you “Your finger- please i need your fingers” He lighting bites your clit as a warning, quickly responding “Inside me, please I need them inside me”

Humming, pleased with you response, he inserts his middle and ringer finger into your cunt, telling you to get off in his finger’s yourself, before he returns to his assault on your sensitive bud. Grabbing a fistful or his hair you begin grinding against him and you work yourself to towards finishing, hearing a mumbled “good girl” as you begin to feel that all too familiar feeling in your lower stomach, moving your hips faster and grinding down harder, Gareth matched your movements.

Moaning loud and you feel yourself on the edge you barley make out a sentence “ah- please- oh fuck- ima cum, please let cum! oh god” you hardly make out what he says over your own moans

“go on, cum, such a good slut for me “

Giving one last big suck to your nub, you loudly moan his name, pulling his hair as you ride out your orgasm. Gareth removes his fingers slowly and fixes your underwear as you catch your breath

“Maybe you should wear my flannel more often” Gareth suggests, giving him a out of breathe chuckle as you regain your senses “Maybe I should” smiling at him as he pulls you into your lap for some aftercare cuddles

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