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wild one pt nine | stranger things ; g.emerson

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CHAPTERS ;

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight can all be found by clicking. the stranger things masterlist is here but be warned it is not up to date. will be soon though.

AUTHORS NOTES;

i told y'all this story has me in a chokehold and it wasn't over with that last part i posted. This part may or may not have loosely been inspired by something that happens in one of my favorite movies, Dazed and Confused. IYKYK. Basically, this is them, going through their senior year. I know it seems happy now, but I warn you, there may be angst at some point, idk yet. Depends on what way I take this and what comes to me whilst writing.

Huge thanks and all of my love to everyone, all of you. You have no much it means to me that people are even putting up with, let alone indulging my bullshit because when I started to post my writing online again, I went into it with nothing beyond the expectation of getting it out of my head and to say I am continuously blown away by you guys comments, the likes, the reblogs/reblogs with tags, oh my god, that's an understatement, you guys have kept me going with things more times than I can count, so thank you all, I love you sm.

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers. you'd think it doesn't work and yet... it totally does.

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader (beyond outfit/hairstyles/glasses, her personality and having female parts, the rest is up to you. i did try to make her not so much a stereotypical cheerleader so maybe more could relate, sorry if it's too much.)

WARNINGS;

these two being adorable and awkward. Mentions of hickies, making out -kinda, use of petnames (Baby, little chaos demon, etc) and swearing.

TAGLIST;

@aurumbelis

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade

@cole22ann

@ebonybloom

@hcloangcls

@heyaitsklaudia

@hoeshii

@hotgirlsshareaccounts

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether

@littlestarfighter03

@louderfortheback

@musichealsscars

@oflavenderandevie

@secretsicanthideanymore

@suits-and-smirks

@scoobiessnacks

@thechoiceslookgrimm are the only people who are presently on my stranger things taglist. if you want to be added please click the link at the top of the post and/or let me know.

OTHER STUFF;

Set in S4/Senior year. Gareth / everyone has been aged up to 18 to make things age appropriate here, jsyk. The upside down / vecna / the monsters and the deaths do not happen / will not happen. Starcourt exists still. So does Benny's diner + a few other places I'll be adding and mentioning (a water tower, a roller rink, a county fair in another town, several other places).

Neither of you really knew what to expect. Things were up in the air, unsettled. Kissing is just kissing in high school, after all. And uncertainty was driving Gareth Emerson utterly insane. It’s driving you insane too, the problem with this is that for days now, neither of you seem willing to be the one to ask the big question.

Granted, things have been… Touchier. More affectionate. And you’re always together, too. It should be a clear cut answer, a done deal. But for him, it’s not. He needs to know, he needs to be absolutely certain this is really happening and it’s as serious as he feels it may be.

It’s front and center of his mind the entire time that he’s practicing with the band out in Jeff’s garage. He’s missing beats, he’s dazed and staring off into space and every now and then he’ll remember how carried away you got the night before when you were kissing out by the water tower and the small bruise sitting on the side of his neck right now as an end result. Or he’ll think about a similar one he left on your throat.

“Jesus, Gareth.” Grant palms his face after about the fifth or sixth time Gareth is just a beat behind in the song they’re practicing for the next show. Eddie sits down the guitar and gazes up at Gareth calmly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

Jeff is the one who notices the little purple mark and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Distracted, huh?”

Gareth flips off his best friend wordlessly.

“Look, you need to get your fucking head on, buddy. We’ve got a gig tomorrow night. Start talkin.” Eddie coaxes. Gareth lets it all spill out, pacing the garage as he twirls his drumsticks in his hands. “And I mean obviously, something’s happening,” he pulls the neck of his shirt away so that now, Grant and Eddie catch sight of the little mark. Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “Why’s anybody need t’ say anything, though?”

“Because, man.. I don’t wanna assume one thing and then school starts next week and I find out “Oh, hey, this was just something fun to do for the summer because I was bored.” or whatever.” Gareth rubs the bridge of his nose as he stops in the middle of his pacing.

“She’s babysitting your sisters again tonight, right?” Grant asks, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah.”

“So ask her, idiot. Stop getting distracted and do it already.” Jeff is calm when he says it. He’s trying not to laugh but it’s so funny, the whole situation is really, that he snickers about it just a little and Gareth glares.

“Yeah, if it helps, man… Kinda heard her talking to Max about it the other day. She wants to say something too, she just chickens out.” Eddie shrugs as he says it. Gareth nods, biting the edge of his thumb. “Yeah, I try to say something, y’know? Like.. I try to ask her but the words keep getting stuck.”

“One of you needs to say something.”

“Look, let’s call practice today. You, go home. Stop dancing around this, damn it. We’ve got a gig. And we’ve got that first Battle of the Bands coming up when the fair comes through and I am not letting those shitbirds from Riverton with their shitty hair metal cover prettyboy bullshit beat us again this year. Do something, for the love of fuck.” Eddie places his hands on Gareth’s arms, a firm look in his eyes as he makes the demand.

“Okay, alright.”

Gareth leaves Jeff’s house, using the entire time he’s driving back to his own place to figure out exactly how to bring it up.

By the time he’s parking behind your red Trans Am in his parents driveway, he’s no closer to figuring out how to go about doing this than he was when he left Jeff’s place.

– ( inside the house )

You’re on pins and needles. Max and Emma’s earlier advice is still bouncing around in your head and you’ve halfway convinced yourself that one of you has to say something, one of you has to be the one to bring it up.

You’ve just gotten his sisters bedded down for the night when you hear him come in the front door downstairs. You pause at the top of the landing and you take several deep breaths. One of you has to do this. If you don’t find out soon, it’s going to drive you insane. “I can do this. It’s not a big deal.” and you mumble this all the way down the stairs, distracted. You bump against him because he’s standing in the middle of the bottom stair and you look up, a heat creeping into your cheeks as you smile. “I thought you’d be at Jeff’s until later. Battle of the Bands, right?”

His hands skim up and down your sides and linger at your hips for a few seconds and you’re stepping closer, that space between your bodies is getting smaller and smaller by the second. His hand settles on your jaw gently and he’s tugging your gaze upward. Blue eyes dance when they catch on the purpled mark on your throat. You lick your lips and he melts into you, nose in your hair. “They didn’t give you hell, right? They were bouncing off the walls before I left.”

“Nope. They were little angels, I don’t see where you keep getting this hidden demon logic, ba-” you pause because you know what you were about to say. And looking up at him, you know he probably has a good idea what you were about to say because he takes a deep breath and his hand digs against your waist, fingers tracing designs against your bare skin hidden beneath his flannel. “What were you going to say just now, hm?” he questions. You’re looking at his chest, frantically hoping to hell a hole will open up in the floor or something, worried you’ve probably just crossed a huge line considering while you both seem to enjoy all the touching and the kissing and the long talks that have happened lately, nothing’s actually… official.

You mumble it out against the front of his shirt and he can’t quite understand you because his shirt muffles your voice, so he reaches down and grabs your jaw again. “C’mon, say it.” he coaxes.

“Baby, I… I almost called you baby.” you’re hot all over. Blue eyes gleam, darting from your eyes down to your lips. He’s got a soft and dopey grin, his thumb rolls over you bottom lip, leaves it quivering. You melt against him just a little, raising your arms to wrap around his neck. Laughing at yourself quietly. “Sorry, I.. I just didn’t stop before it came out?”

“No, it’s fine. Completely fine… baby.” he chuckles quietly, guiding your jaw so that you’re looking at him when he says it.

And one of you has to say something, one of you has to do something. You take a shaky breath and you’re preparing yourself to just do it, go for it already. “W-what are we doing? I mean.. Uh.. Shit..” you rub the bridge of your nose, laughing at yourself because once again, you’re a rambling mess, “What is this?”

“What do you want it to be, hm?” he asks the question, quick to grip your jaw and keep you looking at him. Waiting. His breath hung in his throat because it’s dramatic, yes, but somehow it just feels like everything is riding on this one answer. It’s not that serious and he knows it, yet somehow, he’s worked up, worried, so fucking anxious because he wants to believe there’s something between you but he’s not brave enough to hope.

“Well, I uh..” you’re squirming a little. Emotional shit has always been Emma’s forte. Chrissy’s, even. Not yours. Blame it on being raised by a single father who taught you more about how to take care of yourself and pick locks or play pool and darts, the man who taught you how to drive a stick shift like you stole it instead of teaching you how to handle certain delicate situations. The man nearly lost his shit entirely when you started going through PMS at 12. So you know how to do a lot of things… Handling emotionally charged conversations is not one of them.

But you’re not stupid. You know that not knowing has been driving you crazy and the sooner this is out there and it’s been said, the better off you are. This way if this is just an end of summer fling, at least you know, right?

“C’mon, little chaos demon.” he coaxes patiently. Though the longer you take to say anything, the more he’s doubting, the more time he has to convince himself that maybe this is just a fling. You take a deep breath. “I wanna be your girl, okay?” and the fact that you’re grumbling and annoyed with yourself because it took so much to say something so simple has him chuckling quietly because this is what leads him to realize that you really are kind of skittish talking about things like this sometimes. It makes sense.

But more than anything, he’s soaring, he’s on cloud nine, no, he’s on the moon right now and your answer means more to him than you realize. When he melts into you and his hands are all over you as he gives you a kiss so gentle and deep that you’re weak in the knees by the time it’s over and clinging to him because you were almost out of oxygen, “You are, okay? All mine.” he mumbles as he pulls away after nipping at your bottom lip.

You’re giving him that grin again. Then you’re grabbing his hand, dragging him towards the kitchen. “Susan uh.. She taught me how to make somethin else. You’re hungry, right?” you’re rambling and it’s the cutest damn thing. He chuckles, hugging against you from behind as you explain how fucking complicated it was at first to process how Susan made the shepherds pie she taught you how to make and he laughs when you tell him about his sisters just eating the mashed potatoes with their little hands. He nuzzles his nose into your neck and his lips graze your skin, your words trail off because he’s good at flustering you and you can feel him smirk against your skin because he knows he’s good at flustering you.

Finally, he reaches up over you to grab two plates and he nods to the chair at the table. “Go sit down, babe. I got it, ‘kay?”

“ ‘Kay.” you slink over to the chair and sit down in it and you’re laughing, smiling as he’s telling you about Eddie going on a ten minute tangent about the band in Riverton they’re going up against at Battle of the Bands.

“They play hair metal, so naturally, Eddie hates ‘em.” Gareth takes a bite, laughing. “And you know how he is about winning and losing. They’ve beaten us at Battle for two years? Maybe three. Anyway, yeah. He’s been exploding all week about it since we signed up to do it when the fair comes around again.”

“Oooh..” you laugh, taking a bite when he sits the plate he’s made for you down in front of you. “So the coach sent this stupid pledge we all have to sign in the mail today. I’m not signing the damn thing yet. I mean I probably will eventually, I just think it’s fucking stupid, y’know?” you’re ranting, rolling your eyes. “And of course, nearly everybody else has signed the damn thing.”

“What’s it say?” Gareth asks.

You dig around in your jeans pocket, taking it out to hand it across the table to him. When he starts to mock the basketball coach, you nearly double over laughing, your laughter getting worse the more he reads the pledge in that tone. He finishes reading and he sits it down. “It’s bullshit, y’know that right, baby? What’s Emma gonna do?”

“She doesn’t know either. She showed Gretchen, her mom and Gretchen pitched a fit and told her it was bullshit and if she signs it then everything she’s taught her as a kid means nothin. My dad told me do whatever? I’m gonna hold off.” you take a bite.

“What are they gonna do if you don’t sign it anyway?”

You shrug at his question. “Don’t know, don’t really care either. I’m literally a breath away from quitting, you know that. I told you that when we were up at the tower.”

“Yeah.” Gareth nods. “If you hate it, just quit.”

You nod. “I’m only hanging on right now for Em and Chris. I promised them I would when we made it together in 9th grade?”

“Yeah well.. You know it’s not gonna matter to me, right? I just want you to do whatever makes you happier.” he’s grabbed your hand over the table and you smile, nodding. “I know.” you lean across to brush your lips against his cheek. “You’re a sweetheart.”

He’s blushing just a little but he shrugs. “You’re my girl, I’m gonna take your side. Unless you’re about to do something stupid, then I’m gonna tell you.”

“Ha ha.” you flip him off, sticking out your tongue.

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