#gareth emerson fic

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

I LOVE GARETH (he's so adorable)

How about the reader goes over to his house and he isn't there so they wait in his room for him. When he gets back, he sees the reader wearing his plaid jacket asleep in his bed...

A/N- This was so cute 🥹 i know i’m not taking fic requests rn but this was too fun to not want to make a fic out of 😍

Cozy

Genre-Fluff

Warnings- None :)

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

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 2.6k

You sighed and tapped your foot as you waited at his door, checking the watch on your wrist again just to see how long it’s been since you last rang the doorbell.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to show up at Gareths place unannounced, it happened a lot more frequently than some may think. After living next door to each other all your lives you knew you were both welcome in each others homes whenever you liked. But for some reason this had been the only time where no one was home.

He knew you were coming over at this time. Hell, he’s the one that invited you over, so it was strange for him not to be there.

His car was still in the driveway, and after taking a quick peek into the garage you saw that his parents cars were no where to be found. Probably out with his sisters.

You groaned and rang the doorbell again, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to look down either end of the street, just checking to see if he had maybe gotten a ride from someone else. You knew he wouldn’t forget. He never did.

Every single time you came over, without a doubt you knew he would be fully prepared to see you. Whatever it was the two of you had planned, he always had some extras to keep you around longer.

Watching a new movie together? He would grab an extra one for the two of you to watch just in case you wanted to.

Listening to a new tape he got? It just so happens that he’s got a few new tapes, and you’re always down for a chill night.

Checking out a new spot in town? He just so happens to know about a few other local places for the two of you to go together.

He always loved spending time with you, and of course you loved spending time with him too.

With one final groan and a roll of the eyes, you were done with waiting. You walked over to the decorative plants on the porch and moved them aside, picking up the house key you knew they kept stored under there and using it to let yourself right in.

“Gare?!” You shouted out, hoping he had just been asleep in his room or occupied in the basement.

You slipped your shoes off at the door and shrugged when the only response you got was silence. Oh, well. He would be back any minute from wherever he was, you were sure of it.

As you climbed up the stairs you looked at all the family pictures plastered on the wall on the way up. Old school portraits, framed family drawings, a few professional shots of the whole family taken when Macy was still just a baby. At the very top step was your favorite.

One of the very first pictures of you and Gareth ever taken.

No more than maybe five or six years old, the both of you smiling with dirt and grass stains all over your clothes, each of you holding a little green frog in your hands. You remember how slimy they were. A quiet giggle left your lips seeing his adorable gap toothed smile. He lost two of his teeth that year. He was such a cute kid.

You finished your slow walk up the stairs and passed the other doors down to Gareths room, and surprisingly the door was still closed.

“Gare?” You said from behind the door, hoping he had just fallen asleep. After a moment of silence you shrugged and turned the handle, struggling to open his bedroom door.

You groaned as you shoved the door open with your shoulder, sneaking through the small space you managed to make between the door and the wall. His room was messier than you’ve ever seen it.

Clothes all over the floor, his bed was unmade and the blanket was tossed about and laying half on the floor, VHS tapes were littered in front of the TV and a few magazines were fallen over and spilling out of the box he kept under his bed. Boys were so gross.

You shut the door once more and kicked the piles of clothes around, trying to make yourself a clear path on his floor. There was no way he was planning on having you over with his room in this state, maybe he just lost track of time with whatever it was he was doing?

Either way, there was no way you were going to wait for him in this filth.

You started grabbing up piles of clothes in your arms and burying them into his hamper, making a little bit of space on his floor for you to walk around. You were able to make your way over to his stereo and looked through his tapes, searching for one to put on for some background noise while you picked up his mess. You smiled as you saw he was listening to one of the tapes you made for him and pressed rewind to start it over, pushing the play button and turning up the volume a bit.

No one would mind if no one was home.

You didn’t deep clean his room, you barely deep cleaned your own room at home, but just enough to where it wasn’t a pig sty. You didn’t know how he could function in a mess like this.

It was exhausting.

You had no idea how long it had been since you started putting away his tapes and laundry, but you eventually found your way over to cleaning off his bed, picking up a few shirts and tossing them towards the hamper like you had done with all the rest on his floor. You stopped when your hand felt the familiar flannel fabric under his blanket.

A smile spread across your lips when you pulled his vest out from under the blanket, a little wrinkled but otherwise in perfect condition. If he left it here that must mean he ran off the night before in a hurry to get to Eddie���s for a last minute sesh. He always overslept on those nights. As much as it needed a good wash, you saw nothing wrong with it.

A few wrinkles here and there, but no stains or tears, and it seemed to smell fine, thank god.

You had never once seen him without it within the last few months, it was almost like a security blanket for him. How was he possibly managing without it?

You went to go toss it into the hamper along with the other clothes, but as you saw it in your hand in your reflection of his standing mirror, you wondered what the big deal was.

He was obsessed with always keeping it in perfect condition, making sure nothing was out of place and every patch and pin on it had been in its spot for a reason.

You looked at it in your hands for a moment and glanced up at the mirror, taking a step towards it. How great could this vest really be?

You put your arms through the sleeves and adjusted it onto your body, smiling seeing it was a few sizes too big on your frame. It was comfortable, it was warm, and the fabric was so soft.

You took a deep breath, ready to pull it off of your body and toss it into the hamper, but there was something stopping you.

It felt so cozy, and though his room wasn’t freezing it was keeping you nice and warm. The fact that it smelled like him didn’t help much either. You were never able to notice how nice it was until now.

The mixture of his cologne on the front and the scent of his shampoo on the collar, mixed with his natural pheromones it was something so strange to you. Refreshing. Like a wave of calm washed over your body. It’s like he was there with you now, and you smiled at yourself in the mirror remembering his laugh.

You looked down at the red flannel on you, moving your hands up the seams and bringing in the collar to take a deep inhale. You missed him.

You lived next door to him all your life, and whenever he wasn’t there you missed him. Even now, standing in his bedroom that you’ve been in hundreds of times before, wearing the same vest you’ve seen him in for days on end, you were missing him. Hopefully he’d be home soon.

Another glance around his room from the reflection in the mirror made you remember the stereo. The tape you had playing had stopped at some point and you didn’t even notice. You went back to the stereo and flipped the tape to play the other side, sighing as you turned down the volume. It was now a comfortable background noise, and with the combination of his warm vest and the soft music, his bed was looking so much more comfortable than it ever had before…

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“I’m going to fucking murder you if you ever make me this late back to my own house ever again.” Gareth said to Eddie from the passenger seat of his van, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Easy,” Eddie replied back with a chuckle, “it’s only been an hour, you’ll be fine.”

“I won’t be fine!” Gareth shouted, “I told you i had this planned and i’ve never been this late to something, (y/n) might think i was kidnapped or something, my car is still in the driveway and no one else is home, my room is a fucking mess and i don’t want to come home and find police cars all over the place-“

“Calm down.” Eddie said to him sternly. He’d never seen Gareth so overwhelmed. “It’s no big deal, i’ll tell her it was my fault you were late. I’m fine with her thinking i’m the bad guy.”

Gareth rolled his eyes and looked out the window of the van, hoping they’d be home soon.

What was supposed to be another last minute band practice turned into an overnighter for him and the rest of the guys at Eddie’s place. Smoking, watching movies, listening to music, all the same stuff they’d normally do. Unfortunately, they managed to stay up until at least four in the morning and lost track of time when they went out for ‘breakfast’ at noon.

Gareth was supposed to be at his place nearly an hour ago and he was so upset with himself for being late. He just hoped you weren’t upset with him too.

He hated making you upset, all he wanted to do was be able to spend time with you and have fun with you, other than being with the guys it was his absolute favorite pastime.

You had always been so sweet and kind to him, you would play together as kids and were nearly joined at the hip every summer, and as the years went on he figured that every guy got the same feelings about their girl friends.

Every guy started wishing that their girl friends always held their hand whenever they walked together.

Every guy wanted to be able to comfort their girl friends and hold them close during all the scariest parts of horror movies.

Every guy would make countless amounts of mixtapes of all the songs that reminded them of their girl friends.

Every guy got jealous when their girl friends would go out on dates or get asked to dances by other guys.

Every guy would lay in bed every night just wishing their their girl friends could be laying beside them to snuggle and keep warm.

God, he could feel his palms get sweaty just thinking about you.

He quickly wiped them on his jeans, doing his best to get you off of his mind and get back to the matter at hand. He was trying his best to think of an excuse to give you as to why he was late but he knew you wouldn’t believe anything he told you. You knew him too well.

The best thing to do was to just deal with whatever you had coming to him.

Eddie quickly turned the corner and Gareth perked up as soon as he saw his house, getting himself ready to nearly jump out of Eddie’s van as he pulled up on the curb.

“I’ll tell her what happened, don’t worry about sticking around.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

“You sure?” Eddie called out after him, shrugging as he watched Gareth run up his front yard to his door, fumbling with the keys in his pocket as he put one into the lock and stepped inside.

Gareth shut the front door behind him, looking around the living room and kitchen for any sign of you. He knew his parents were taking his sisters over to their friends for a playdate, giving the two of you free rein of the house for almost the entire day. He was just hoping he had enough time to clean a little before rushing over to your place and apologizing like his life depended on it.

He quickly ran up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, and noticed that the door was slightly cracked open, he could hear one of his tapes being played from behind it.

He slowly opened his bedroom door, knowing that it had been completely closed when he left and stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

The lower half of your body was covered by his comforter, your top half was covered by his vest to keep you warm, your head resting peacefully on his pillow as the music played softly in the background. He looked around his room and saw that you had been nice enough to pick up a little for him, and he smiled as he quietly stepped inside. He made sure to be careful as the door creaked while he shut it, carefully stepping around on his hardwood floor in order not to wake you.

As strange as it was, all he could do was look at you.

You looked so serene, so peaceful. You used to have sleepovers when you were little but since the time has passed, you figured you were just too old for it. Not to mention your parents finding it inappropriate for two teenagers to be having sleepovers when they see each other constantly. But still, it was nice to see you like this again.

He could remember bits and pieces of your sleepovers when you were little but he always remembered how nice it was when you were sleeping. He always thought you looked beautiful, even when you were kids.

Gareth slowly walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully climbing in next to you and moving his body close to yours. He snuggled in, his arm carefully wrapping around your torso as the other pulled his comforter over your bodies. A smile slowly crept across his lips as he felt you gently back into him.

He held you close, keeping you warm beneath the blankets as he slowly closed his eyes.

You were never really able to relax like this.

Every time you saw each other there was always something planned, life gets in the way sometimes and it’s difficult to be able to enjoy doing nothing with someone you don’t see as often as you would like. And Gareth knows that too.

As much as he would love to be able to sit and talk with you, spend time with you, share fun memories with you, things like this were just as important.

He smiled when he felt your hand move over his as he held you.

Nothing was more important than this.

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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.

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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. 

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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-

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“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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[bookshelf-dust]

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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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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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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Take Me Home

18+ Gareth Emerson x Reader

Summary: every Tuesday she goes to the Hideout in hopes of Corroded Coffins Drummer taking her home

Warnings: Virgin Reader, Shy/Virgin Gareth, Cocky Eddie, Flirting, referenced/implied past gareth x eddie, mutual first times, car sex, love confessions, becoming a couple

Word Count: 3.6k

She has two thoughts: wow Gareth looks hot tonight and just cause you’re the lead singer does not mean all eyes are on you, Munson… 

He’s so full of himself. She’s so pissed, every time she moves to get a better look at their drummer, Eddie follows her path of vision. Side stepping to the left or the right, trying to stay in her sight even though it’s never worked before, flirting desperately with his eyes as he sings, so close to the mic he’s almost eating it. Is he trying to be sexy? It’s not working. 

She finally steps away from the front of the stage and heads to the side so she can get a better look at the one in the back... and Eddie can’t follow her cause he’s the lead singer. She smirks at him, letting him know she won and then turns her eyes back to her crush. 

His hair flops around as he plays, so into it it's adorable. He’s sweaty and red as he overheats under the stage lights… so handsome it makes her heart skip a beat. 

She cheers him on, which should actually be considered hootin’ and hollerin’… and all the boys notice, she’s not even paying attention to the songs she just likes the drummer. His solos and his effort, the way he breaks a stick and tosses it out to her… she thinks he’s everything and then some. Having seen this set a million times she knows exactly what Gare’s gonna do up there but it’s still so hot every time. She just wants him to notice her advances, she wants to take him home and show him just how much she really likes him… but to no avail. After every Tuesday show she heads to the bar, she turns Eddie down, and she hangs off Gareth while she flirts. Boobs touching his chest, hands on his biceps as she caresses him, she makes it so obvious for him. But he never gets it. 

Tonight she turns the dial up to 10 and decides it’s the night she’s taking him home. 

When they get off the stage and start to migrate towards the bar to recharge, she b lines for Gareth and smiles, “can I buy you a drink?”

“That’s normally my line,” Eddie turns to her.

“Can you fuck off for like 5 seconds?” She bites back at him. “Seriously, how are you so full of yourself?”

“You wish you were full of me—

“He’s delusional,” Jeff pulls him away, “sorry, sorry.”

“Does he not get that I only want you?” She asks, placing her hand on his sweaty shoulder and looking so far into his eyes he felt like she could read his thoughts. 

If she could, all she’d be hearing is: girl, pretty, pretty girl touch me. Want Me. ???? Pretty girl like me?” 

He’s basically malfunctioning on the inside while trying to keep his cool on the outside. Forgetting to reply with real words he just stutters and shrugs. And then finally, he clears his throat quickly and swallows sharply, “I uh, no one’s ever, um…”

“You’re kidding, right? You’ve gotta know I like you by now?” She’s genuinely shocked. “You’re so pretty,” she runs her fingers through his sweaty curls, not caring that it’s kinda gross, “couldn’t take my eyes off you all night.”

“Heh,” he tries to laugh but he also can’t breathe. She’s hanging off him again with her arms around his shoulders and her chest pressed to his… if he looked down he’d see her cleavage pressed up against him, he swallows sharply, “You. Pretty. You’re pretty, too,” he corrects himself quickly, embarrassed as all hell.

She moves his hair out of his eyes, her middle finger tracing just above his eyebrow and then behind his ear and the edge of his jaw where she directs his attention back to her eyes. “Two pretty people should probably fuck, don’t you think?”

“Damn,” she hears Eddie in the background. “That’s a good line, I’m taking that one.” 

She flips him off over Gareth's shoulder, shaking her head with a laugh, “so? What d’ya say?” 

He nods like an anxious bobblehead, no words left in the fear if he opened his mouth he’d drool on her. 

“Come on, then,” she delicately runs her hand down his arm until her hand is on his, interlocking their fingers as they walk, she’s practically dragging him out of the bar. He almost trips over his own feet, keeping up with her as they brush through people and head right out the door, smacked by the cold night air, she pulls him right over to her car, “my place? Your place? The backseat?”

“Looks too small,” he notices her little Volkswagen Bug doesn’t have as much room and he didn’t know what he was doing… that didn’t seem like a good mix.

“Really?” She laughs, hands on her hips as she stares at him in the amber glow of the parking lot lights. “What one’s yours?” She looks around the lot, following his finger to the old but nice van parked beside Eddie’s beat-up and gross half-green one. “You got blankets?”

“Could always use more,” he shrugs, “I’ve never gone parking before…”

“So I’m your first?” She gets closer to him, arms swung around his neck as she hangs off him once again, staring at him with wonderment. 

By the way, he turns pink and can’t look at her, she knows she’s more than just the first to fuck him in a Car in the woods… she’ll be the first to fuck him in general. 

“Really?” She softens right up. “Oh… Gare-bear, I thought you were just shy and that’s why you wouldn’t ask to take me home yet… I didn’t think it was cause you haven’t had sex at all?” She whispers. 

He shakes his head, a little ashamed, “I’m really not used to girls wanting to get with me.”

“Shameful,” she tisk’s, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth and running her fingers through his hair. “But I get it if you’re not ready, I’ll wait for you a little longer if I have to? I’ll wait forever for you, actually.”

“No, it’s okay,” he finds his voice again. “If you’re okay with it, I’d very much like to have sex with you… I just don’t know how good I’ll be?” 

“You’re a drummer,” she laughs again, “I know you’re going to be amazing.”

He smiles again, beautiful and sweet, “grab whatever you need, I’ll bring you back to your car in the morning?”

“Alright,” she loves the little boost in his confidence as she pulls away. He holds her backseat door open for her as she reaches in and grabs her purse and blankets before following Gareth to his van. 

He holds the passenger door open for her, she steps up into the seat and scoots over to the middle, putting her stuff down beside herself, he closes the door gently and runs around the van to his side. He barely gets his seatbelt on before she’s snuggled up into his side again, arm wrapped around his and her head on his shoulder. 

“Where did you want to go?” 

She shrugs, “doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you.” 

“Okay,” he can’t wipe the smile off his face as he puts the van in drive and heads out of the parking lot and down the empty street. 

He flicks on the radio, playing it low, and rolls the window down just slightly so the cold night air can keep him calm in the meantime. She plays with the hem on his shirtsleeve, the one he cut himself… and then her fingers under the sleeve, playing with the hair on his arms that was now standing straight up. He was only wearing a black muscle shirt under his distressed, red plaid shirt, so she could feel all the way up to his shoulder and then trace her fingers back down to his elbow. 

“I’m driving,” his voice is barely more than a whisper. 

When she looks up at him, he’s desperately trying to pay attention to the road while gripping the wheel like his life depended on it. She just smirks and presses her cheek into his shoulder, taking a risk, she kisses his arm carefully, “sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he carefully takes his right hand off the wheel and places it on her knee, caressing her skin with his thumb. “I’m just going to pull off over here by skull rock… then no one can disturb us.” 

“Okay,” she honestly doesn’t mind. Just being alone and this close is everything she ever wanted. 

When he turns down the dirt road, she knows they’re close to their spot. She’s always thought having sex at lovers lake would be cliche, and now it feels absolutely insanely right. He parks near the water and turns to her with a smile. 

“You still sure?” 

She nods as she pulls away from his arm, “should we get in the backseat?” 

He shakes his head and reaches out for her, placing a hand on her cheek, “can I kiss you first?” 

She dives forward, kissing him promptly. His lips are soft, he hums against her contently and then swipes his tongue against her bottom lip. She lets him in, tasting the remnants of mint gum in his mouth, he must’ve been chewing some while on stage. 

She places her hand on his chest, snaking up to his neck and then cupping the back of his head, she plays with the curls at the nape of his neck and he giggles, almost biting her tongue. “What?” She teases, “you ticklish?” 

He shakes his head, “I just can’t believe this."

“Believe it,” she whispers, staring into his eyes. His whole face is lit up blue, the whole car is actually as the moon reflects off the water and provides their only light. “Backseat time?” 

He nods, “yeah, wait here,” he whispers, getting out first and running over to her side to open her door. “Can you help me make it cozy back there?” 

She nods, taking her blankets as he rolls the back door open, she lays down a few on the floor and the bench seat at the back, making it comfy and cute and perfect for going all the way with her crush. 

She gets back there finally and takes a seat, he comes in too, closing the door behind them and sitting beside her. 

Without warning, he kisses her again. Hand back on her cheek, moving into her hair as she deepens the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue once more, it’s slow and sensual and she’s slowly trying to move up the bed and bring him with her. 

Laying back, finally, with him hovering over her while trying to keep his body from touching hers until she grips his ass over his pants and pulls him in closer.

“Wait,” he breaks the kiss, and she simply moves to kiss his neck, “do you have condoms and stuff? Cause I’m assuming you wanted this to happen or at least planned a bit?”

She smiles against him and her breath is hot against his skin, “yes, I knew I wanted to sleep with you either tonight or whenever you wanted to.”

“Oh,” he whispers, taking a simple moment to swipe her hair off her face and push it behind her ear, he runs his thumb along her bottom lip before taking her chin in his hand, “you’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

“Thank you,” she smiles, “do you know that you’re also beautiful?”

“I must be if you’re letting me, of all people, experience this with you.”

“Of all people,” she repeats his words in a mocking tone, “no one’s made me feel like this before, there’s no one other than you who’s made me feel feral just from playing on a stage.” 

“I don’t want to just fuck you,” he whispers and her mouth slowly opens in shock, his wording was so abrupt. “If we’re going to do this, I’m making love to you, and you should know I’m pretty in love with you already, but it won't hit me all the way till we’re done. And I don’t want to scare you away by feeling so much.”

“I’ve never met anyone who’s been this honest before,” she can't help but smile, running her hands up his sides on her way to cup his face. “I want nothing more than to make love with you, Gare, because I know that I want to love you, too.”

“You’re suddenly wearing too many clothes,” he teases her, unable to sit in their emotions any further, he runs his hands over her hips, playing with the hem of her shirt, “can I take this off you?” 

“You better.” 

They start stripping each other of their clothes and the world goes by in slow motion for him. He’s mesmerized by every new inch of skin that he discovers, kissing as much of her as he can in the moonlight that shines into the back of his van. She does the same with him until they’re naked and she’s sitting in his lap in the backseat.

Her fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck and it makes him smile into the kiss which makes her laugh, they’re drunk on each other's touch, everything is so amazing, they’re over the moon while technically under it. 

“Have you ever done anything sex-wise?”

He nods his head, “I uh… god, don't hate me but I’ve done some stuff with Eddie.”

She smirks, “you’re bisexual?”

He nods again, “are you okay with that?”

She shrugs, “I mean, I think I might be too… I like people who are nice to me.”

“You’re everything, you know that?” He kisses her nose, and then her cheek and down her neck as his hands explore her naked back, “have you done anything?” He mumbles against her skin.

“A little,” she’s honest, “but mostly with myself.”

He laughs, “so you at least know what you like?”

She hums, craning her neck so that he can kiss more of her as one hand comes around to play with her left boob, “have you ever wanted to try oral on a girl?” She asks, expecting him to have already done the same with Eddie before. 

He groans, hips sputtering under her at the mere thought, “yeah, I think about it a lot, actually.”

“Do you want to try it?” She’s nervous to ask, but from the way her hips push down against him, he call tell she wants him to say yes. 

He’s nervous but he wants to, “you’ve gotta lay down then, sweetheart,” he reminds her. 

He helps her onto the seat and then he gets down on his knees. Luckily there was only one row of seats at the very back so that he can stretch out a bit as he gets between her legs. Having never seen a vagina in real life, he’s mesmerized by her. He runs his fingertips along the inside of her thighs and makes her shiver, her nipples harden and her breathing changes as he leans in and kisses the crease of her leg and inner thigh. 

Of course, he knew what to do, he knew what their bodies did and how to make them react in theory, but never in practice, and now he was able to. Practice that is. “Can I be honest?” He asks before he does anything. 

She nods, “yeah?” 

“Tell me if I’m bad? I want to get better,” his voice is so low it’s barely there. “For next time… I want there to be a lot of next times.” 

“Okay,” she swoons. “Just… have fun?” 

“That’s a given,” he groans, index finger caressing her pussy lips and spreading them apart slowly. “wow…”

He plays with her clit gently, exploring her wetness, she whimpers, so turned on that she could explode. She wants more pressure, more friction, more everything. 

He remembers the three main tips from the cosmo magazine that his cousin Robin made him read once, they were bonding over their love of women when eating pussy came up, and she wasn’t about to send him into the world not knowing what the clit is so she sent him home with a magazine. The diagram was of a vagina with three words written on it, suck, kiss and lick. And apparently, that’s all you need…

He applies his findings and sure enough, she’s practically got his face in a death grip between her thighs. He transitions between the methods, making out with her pussy, he was drunk by her moans and high on her taste. 

Reaching out to grip his hair with one hand, cupping her breast with the other as she gasps, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Shh,” he whispers against her, “I read too.”

Her hips buck at the feeling, she can feel him everywhere; it’s so intense she has to shove a pillow over her face so she won’t alert anyone camping at the lake with her moans. 

She pushes herself against his tongue, and he moans against her and grinds against the floor of the van, realizing how close he is too, and that’s when he stops.

Breathlessly, she removes the pillow and looks up at him, “why’d you stop?”

“If you finished I would have too, and I really want to be in you,” he whispers, not ashamed in the slightest seeing as she wanted him just as bad.

“Okay,” she nods feverishly, reaching to her purse for a condom box she’s brought to the hideout every night since she saw him, “you know how to do this part right?”

He laughs and takes it from her, resting on his knees she watches him roll the condom over himself and return his gaze back to her, “ready?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “not yet, come kiss me first.”

The two of them maneuver their bodies onto the small bench seat until he’s hovering over her, boxing her in, his hair falls into her face and tickles her forehead as he leans in. She presses their lips together, tasting herself on his tongue and wrapping her legs around him to pull him in closer to her body. He breaks the kiss to continue kissing her neck down to her breasts, cupping them as he sucks one nipple into his mouth and makes her moan a little too loud.

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” he whispers, hovering over her once more, inches from her face as he looks down at her, “I’ve always dreamed about loving someone like you.”

“Show me,” she whispers, brushing her nose against his before reaching between them and taking his cock in her grasp.

He gasps at the feeling of her hand on him as she leads him inside, “oh my god,” he whispers as he pushes in, connecting their mouths again so they had something to muffle their moans against.

Her hands grip his back so tight he’s sure he’ll have bruises and scrapes tomorrow, but even when they fade he’ll always remember the feeling of holding her like this. Being this close to her and how much love instantly burst through his heart at the connection.

“Fuck,” she tosses her head back against the pillows the moment he starts to thrust, he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck. Her mouth opens but only air comes out as he starts to actually fuck her. 

Her breathing is heavy and he can tell she wants to make noise but she’s well versed in keeping herself quiet, it makes him smirk and it gets her attention, “what?”

“You’re cute,” he replies, his breath just as shaky as hers.

She grabs his right hand and directs his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it seductively with her eyes closed and her head still tossed back. When she finally releases it with a pop, she guides it between them, “I can’t get off on penetration only.”

“Sorry,” he whispers when he can find the words, so unbelievably turned on by her that he doesn’t know how to really think straight anymore. He simply rests his head on her shoulder, thrusting into her while rubbing her clit at the same time.

She’s so wrapped around him they’re like one person now. A weird amalgamation of limbs and love and everything the other has been looking for their whole lives. Her nails dig into his back as she tries to hold in her moans, breathing heavier and meeting his hips with each thrust.

“Oh, Y/N,” it rolls off his tongue rather easily, “fuck.”

His hips sputter and he knows he’s close before he can say anything he feels her tighten around him. She covers her mouth with her own hand and moans behind it as she starts to orgasm and he’s gone, fucking into her with more power and want than before, she’s not even trying to be quiet anymore. 

The sounds of the van rocking is loud enough for anyone walking by to hear, but it was nothing compared to the beautiful noises that slipped past her tongue as he finished.

When he stops, he drops against her chest and kisses her shoulder, breathing heavily, completely amazed that it actually happened. He’s quiet, he kisses her skin a few more times while she runs a gentle finger over his arm and shoulder. 

“Were you right?” She asks quietly but he can tell she’s smiling.

He laughs against her and slowly pulls away from the crook of her neck, still inside of her, he looks at her sweaty and lust-ridden face, “I love you.”

She pulls him into another kiss, just as hot and heavy as before until she stops to rest her forehead against his. Hands still cupping his cheeks, “I love you too, Gareth.”

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson

Rating: Explicit (All characters 18+)

Summary: Eddie's a thigh guy and Gareth has the best ones. Gareth also has the best ideas about what to do with them.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: Dry humping, consensually one-sided, smidge of referenced dysphoria, reference to past underaged sex, excessive use of "Good boy"

A/N: Full notes on Ao3

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Eddie loved Gareth’s thighs. Loved all of him, really, but his thighs seemed like a safe thing to say he loved when Gareth felt weird about his body. I mean, thighs are neutral, right? Everyone has them. And there’s no wrong way to have thighs. There were guys with skinny thighs and thick thighs and strong thighs and just about every type you could imagine. But Gareth had the best ones.

Even though they weren’t well-defined, Eddie knew they were strong. Stronger than his, probably, built up by years of drum pedals and riding bikes up the damn hill he’d grown up on and those two summers he’d spent working in a feedlot, lifting and carrying hundred-pound bales of hay to pay for school. He could squat Eddie’s weight easily, with Eddie draped over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and drunk off their asses, making bets with each other because there was fuck-all else to do in Indiana. He also could pin Eddie between them so tightly it was hard to breathe.

They were so soft, too, a perfect pillow for Eddie’s head when they were cuddling lazily and passing a joint back and forth. Gareth was, to Eddie’s delight and his own annoyance, a little chubby. Eddie referred to it as sturdy to spare Gareth’s feelings, but he reveled in it. He was just cute, his pretty boy, generously shaped and so lovely to snuggle. So lovely to dig wanting fingers into, to press against, to hold. Such lovely, soft thighs to get lost between.

The skin was pale and freckled around the top of his knees where his jeans were always ripped and the sun could work its magic, the insides of his thighs and just under his butt striped by a topography of stretch marks that had faded to a silvery white over the years. Gareth didn’t like them, but Eddie loved to trace them with the tip of his finger, the tip of his tongue, feeling the alternating texture of the subdermal scarring and the smooth skin. 

They were dusted with fine, almost-blond hair, less noticeable than further down his leg, but still enough to catch the afternoon sun at the beach when his trunks rode up a little. It was silky and soft like peach fuzz, and Eddie would very much like to rub his face against those thighs for hours if Gareth would let him.

Eddie’s favorite thing, though was how they looked when Gareth sat, the relaxed shape of them spreading slowly across his seat and pulling against the seams of his jeans, stretching the acid-washed denim tight as he shifted back in his seat and let his knees fall to the sides in imitation of how every man sat. The way his jeans creased around the hip and smoothed across the plane of his thigh when he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. How the muscle on top tensed when he went to stand again, the transformation they took on when he was back on his feet.

Eddie was obsessed. 

Gareth knew Eddie was obsessed, or at least he could guess at it considering how often Eddie went out of his way to lay a hand on one, or how often Gareth had to subtly check his fly because Eddie was staring at something below his belt, only for Eddie to realize he’d been staring and snap his gaze away. Or the way Eddie worshipped them with his mouth and hands whenever he had half a chance to. That was probably the biggest clue.

It gave Gareth ideas, sitting in the too-big, too-squashy armchair they’d dragged home, watching Eddie tidy up their little kitchen after dinner. When he’d finished, he joined Gareth. Usually, it was Gareth who took the floor, since he liked to sprawl on his stomach, but today Eddie was the one preparing to fold his legs and plop on the carpet—at least he had been until Gareth hooked his fingers in Eddie’s belt loops and pulled him down to straddle his lap.

Eddie settled there easily. His knees found a place on either side of Gareth’s hips, pinned against the arms of the chair, and if he twisted his ankle just so, he could drag the ball of his foot up the back of Gareth’s calf. 

“Hi,” He breathed. This wasn’t their normal—neither of them really sat in the other’s lap, but maybe they’d need to change that, because looking down at his boyfriend from his perch in his lap, Eddie thought that he’d been apparently missing out on something wonderful.

“Hi yourself,” Gareth replied, shifting his hands from Eddie’s belt loops to cup his hips. Eddie’s ass was bony as hell, digging into his lap, but he looked so sweet sitting there that Gareth could ignore it.

Eddie actually sort of towered over Gareth like this. When standing, there was just a two-inch difference in their heights, but like this, Gareth had to raise his chin to look at Eddie. Eddie took the invitation to lean forward and bring his lips to Gareth’s, kissing him lazily. It was rare they both had an evening off together, and Eddie thought making out in their ugly armchair was a pretty good way to spend it.

Gareth tasted like the beer he’d had with dinner, Eddie like the cigarette he’d smoked while cleaning up. They kissed slowly, eyes falling closed and lips barely moving, just enjoying the closeness. Gareth caressed circles into Eddie’s hips with his thumbs and Eddie brought his hands up to cradle Gareth’s jaw between them. There was a tape playing in the background quietly—a mix of songs they both loved, something that Eddie had made for Gareth’s last birthday-slash-their anniversary. It was perfect.

They parted for a moment to breathe, and Eddie rested his forehead against Gareth’s. Gareth, who looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes and a sweet smile as he took Eddie’s hips in his hands and rolled them against his thighs. Gareth, who’d felt something growing in Eddie’s jeans as they kissed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Eddie groaned, eyes fluttering closed.

The next time Gareth went to rock him, Eddie’s hips moved of their own accord, rutting against the space between Gareth’s thighs and looking surprised, as if his body had gone off on its own and done that.

“Remember when I turned seventeen, and we were drunk and stoned and you had all sorts of questions?” Gareth asked, voice casual but hands still guiding Eddie’s torturously slow movements, “Like, what I did with the girls I brought home? How I had sex with them? Remember that?”

How could Eddie forget? He’d practically taken notes on the conversation, gleaning what he could from Gareth’s experience. 

“Mmhmm…” Eddie’s voice was breathy—distant—as his eyes closed and he focused on the not-quite-enough friction he could manage. “Y’said you let them ride your thigh, told them they were good…”

“Eddie?” Gareth stilled his hands and stopped Eddie’s motion, “You wanna be good for me?”

There was a beat or two of silence before Eddie whined, needy and wanting. This wasn’t their usual dynamic. Usually, it was Eddie in charge, Eddie asking those questions, Eddie offering to make Gareth feel good. But his cock twitched in his jeans and a thrill raced up his spine at Gareth’s voice, low and sweet and teasing, all at the same time.

“Yes. Yes, I wanna…” He murmured, nuzzling into Gareth’s curls mindlessly, “Wanna be good.”

Gareth grinned to himself, pleased that Eddie wanted this, pleased to have figured out how to make him melt with just a few words, pleased to have found something he could offer Eddie that was just centered on Eddie’s pleasure. He repositioned Eddie a little, stretching one leg out straight and nudging Eddie to sit just on the bent one. When he rolled his hips experimentally, Eddie shivered at the more defined sensation.

Gareth wouldn’t let Eddie set his own pace, though. Each time he started to build up speed, Gareth’s hands on his hips would slow him back down, fingers digging into the flesh to set the pace himself. 

“Slow, baby. We’ve got all night,” He coaxed, correcting Eddie for the third time, “There, that’s good… so good for me, Eddie.”

Eddie wanted to riot, but that would mean getting off of Gareth’s lap, and that was unthinkable. He was painfully hard in his jeans, confined in a way that made it sinfully easy to grind against the softness of Gareth’s thigh but hard to get anywhere quick. 

He’d already soaked through his boxers, leaking precum like a desperate teenager. It would only be a matter of time before the dampness soaked into his jeans to leave a dark patch on Gareth’s thigh. Eddie probably should have been embarrassed at the needy sounds he made, how close he already was just from humping his boyfriend’s leg, but that would have required him to think about anything other than the drag of his fly against Gareth’s thigh—those delicious thighs Eddie was so crazy for.

“A little faster, baby,” Gareth cooed, finally urging him to pick up the pace a bit. He was watching Eddie’s face intently, reading all the little expressions flickering across it. “Good boy. You’re getting close, aren’t you? You look so pretty like this, Eddie.”

Eddie rocked faster, letting Gareth lead his rhythm because he was too far gone to do anything but chase that light at the end of the tunnel, growing brighter with each pass. His pace faltered, but Gareth caught him, encouraging him to keep going with praises said so lovingly and lips pressed so sweetly to every inch of him that Gareth could reach.

“So pretty, Eddie. Such a good boy, look at you… Look how beautiful you are, riding my thigh.”

“Close,” Eddie whimpered, head tossed back and back arching as he chased his release, “‘m so close.”

“It’s okay, Eddie, you can come. Be good for me—let me see you come like this,” Gareth whispered, watching in awe. This was better than any girl he’d been here with. Eddie was angelic. Gareth thought he might get off on just watching alone.

The soft encouragement was all that was needed to nudge him over the edge. Eddie spilled in his pants with a broken groan, rutting against Gareth until he was oversensitive and whimpering—until Gareth managed to get him to still.

“Shh, you’re done. Good boy… good boy, Eddie.”

As soon as he did still, Gareth’s fingers were in his hair, combing it back from his face, trailing down his throat, tracing his lips, touching him until his eyes finally opened again and he came back to the land of the living.

“There you are,” Gareth greeted him with a smile.

“Hi,” Eddie managed in a shaky whisper. Gareth reached up to gather Eddie to him, bending his other leg again to relieve some of the pressure and distribute Eddie’s weight across his lap.

“Did so good, Eddie,” Gareth whispered, continuing to pet his hair, his back, his trembling leg draped over Gareth’s lap. Eddie preened under the praise. “Looked so fuckin’ pretty. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” Eddie drawled with a little huff of a laugh, “That was… wow. Fuck.” He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to will some life back into his strung-out body.

“Yeah?” Gareth asked, pleased at the response, “It was good?”

“Good? Jesus, Gare… Shit. Yes, yes it was very good.” Eddie trailed his fingers down Gareth’s chest slowly from where they’d been locked onto his shoulders, coming down to toy with the button on his jeans. “Lemme return the favor?”

Gareth hesitated. He didn’t want anything, really. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with his body tonight, he’d just wanted to work Eddie up and watch him fall apart for him. 

“Oh, uh, you don’t… I don’t…” Gareth stammered. Eddie watched with those dark, huge eyes of his, too keen for someone who’d just been too strung out to even stop when he was finished.

“Not tonight?” He asked. The sun was beginning to set outside giving the light an ethereal peach glow as it fell on Eddie. Gareth wished he could photograph it.

“Not tonight,” He agreed, “I just wanted to watch you.”

Eddie’s mouth twisted into his easy, lop-sided grin, looking entirely too smug for someone who was sitting in underwear soaked in his own mess.

“Enjoy the show?”

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Steve lost confidence after Nancy and now cannot comprehend blatant flirting. Like he can flirt with someone if he starts it but if he’s not initiating? He’s clueless.

The Corroded Coffin boys have a very unserious bet going to see who can get Steve to finally realize he’s being flirted with because Eddie’s been trying for months without success.

Gareth brings him homemade food and tells him how good he looks.

Jeff makes them learn his favorite song so they can play it for him on stage.

Freddie even brings him flowers and Steve just turned bright red and stutters out a confused thank you.

The three of them are at wits end after a few weeks and finally all traipse into Family Video when they know just Robin is on shift by herself to ask her what the fuck is wrong with him.

She laughs so hard she nearly falls off the counter. When she collects herself finally she explains that after everything, his idea of friendship includes all the this stuff.

Flower, and affection and attention? All things that Steve does for her and anyone he loves. Fuck, I mean they sleep in the same bed half the time!

“Honestly guys, short of someone marching up to him and telling him that they wanna take him out on a date and make out with him, he’s not going to assume anything.”

This leaves the group in kind of a state of confusion, Eddie managing to look completely lost in thought.

It all comes to a head during their next band practice.

Steve joins them like he always does when he doesn’t have work, letting himself into the garage and flopping onto the couch with Gareth and Freddie.

He automatically tosses his feet over Freddie’s lap, tucking his head into Gareth’s lap in a blatant excuse to let Gareth run his fingers through his hair.

Eddie is running late, so they’re all just waiting when Gareth can’t hold it in any longer.

“Are you as dense about people flirting with you as Robin says or are you deliberately ignoring it? I can never tell.” He feels bad now because Steve has stiffened under his finger.

“What do you mean? Who’s been flirting with me?”

All three boys start to laugh but it makes Steve shrink further into himself.

“No, no. I’m sorry, we are being assholes Steve. But honestly we’ve been flirting with you for weeks! Freddie brought you handpicked flowers, I’ve been making you cookies and Jeff serenaded you on stage!” Gareth is trying not to notice as Steve’s face flushes deeper and deeper. “That’s not to mention everything about Eddie.”

Steve is quiet for a moment, voice sad as he asks them if they only were being nice to him because they were flirting with him.

Gareth’s heart breaks a bit as he assures Steve that they were only really trying to make him feel loved and were being silly.

“We wouldn’t have done any of that if we didn’t wanna be friends with you, babe. You just get really cute when you’re flirted with and we’re all only men. Can’t resist a pretty face.”

Gareth is interrupted by Eddie busting into the room wearing a tee shirt that proudly proclaims ‘PLEASE MAKE OUT WITH ME STEVE IM VERY INTO YOU!”

Steve very easily pulls himself upright, launching himself into Eddie’s arms with a grin, dragging their mouths together in a very loud kiss that gets the whole room cheering.

“I’ve been waiting for you for months, Munson.” Steve says, loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Gareth groans and throws a pillow off the couch, pegging it off Steve’s back.

“Don’t even act like he’s not been flirting with you for months! It’s not that man’s fault you’re dense!”

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A/N- i feel like i’ve been giving Eddie a little more attention with smut recently just from my NSFW alphabet series, and to be honest i’ve really been on a Gareth kick lately, so i wanted to write some smut for him 🥰 i know he deserves it 😘 plus i know for a FACT he’s got a dad bod under that vest and i want to get my hands on it 🤤 (also please let me know if the last few sentences are missing, the very last thing should be a border saying *Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated* i’ve been having a lot of issues with this recently)

⚠️Gareth has been aged up to 19⚠️

Summary- Gareth feels a bit insecure about the way he looks, but you show him how much you absolutely adore him

Genre- Fluff, smut

Warnings- Gareth feeling insecure, feelings of body dysmorphia, piv sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), body worship, mirror sex (if i’ve missed anything please let me know)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @manyfandomsfanvergent

Word Count- 6.3k

You and Gareth were sat in his bed, one of his sci-fi movies playing for him as he laid his head in your lap while you were fully immersed in your book, one of your hands moving through his hair and your fingertips massaging his scalp as you turned the page.

You couldn’t be sure what movie was playing, but whatever it was, Gareth seemed to be paying close attention to it, and you didn’t mind it. As long as you were able to spend time with each other it didn’t matter to you what you were doing.

If he was happy, then you were happy.

What you didn’t know was that though on the outside he was always smiley and happy, his insecurities were getting harder and harder to cover as summer was approaching closer.

The time of year where he had to see all the other guys at the beach with their shirts off, getting stares and compliments and giggles from all the girls admiring their muscles and though he didn’t care much for the attention of other girls he didn’t know how you could pick him over a guy like that.

He didn’t have a six pack or even a flat stomach, he didn’t have the strength that they had, he didn’t have their sharp features. He had extra skin on his tummy, a round face, and he was nothing compared to the guys he saw in all those movies.

You were brought out from the fantasy world of your book when you heard a sigh come from Gareth as he laid with you, though this was different than just a normal sigh. It was shaky, and you knew that there was something that was upsetting him. You closed your book and set it onto the nightstand, looking down at his as your hand brushed back the hair back out of his face,

“What’s wrong?”

Gareth’s eyes peeked up to you before shrugging and going back to the TV screen,

“Nothings wrong.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You moved him to sit him up and look at you, your hand going to hold his cheek and seeing the look of pain in his eyes, “You know i know you better than you know yourself, and i know when you’re lying.” Your thumb brushed over his cheek, “Tell me what’s wrong my love, i know that there’s something bothering you.”

He sighed again and looked into your eyes, and he knew that you were worried for him. He knew you hated to see him upset.

“Why do you like me?”

You were taken back by his question,

“What do you mean? I like you for tons of reasons! You’re sweet and you’re funny and you’re smart, you’re always so considerate of my emotions and my feelings and whenever i’m feeling upset or having a bad day you always go out of your way to make me feel better. Not to mention the fact that i haven’t touched a door or had to pull out a chair since our first date. You know why i like you, why are you asking?”

He looked down at his hands in his lap and shrugged again,

“I don’t know i just…” He hesitated for a moment before looking back up into your eyes, “You could have anyone you wanted, you could’ve gotten a guy who looks better and treats you better and doesn’t…” He stopped before saying anything more, but you knew he couldn’t keep things in like that, especially if they were hurting him this much.

“Doesn’t what?”

“Doesn’t…” He looked down to his lap once again, “Look like me.”

He was hurt, and seeing him like this hurt you more than anything else in the world.

“Gare look at me,” Your other hand went to cup his other cheek and turned his face up to look at you, bringing him close to you and gently kissing him before resting your forehead onto his, “I love you for you. If i didn’t then i wouldn’t be with you and you know that. Why is this on your mind, what’s going on?”

His eyes wandered yours for a moment before taking a deep breath and deciding that it would be easier to just come clean instead of hiding it to you,

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About me, about us, about the way that you look and the way that i look…” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

You knew that Gareth had his insecurities just like everyone else but if it was getting to him like this than it was worse than you ever thought it was, especially if it came to your relationship.

Your hands went around his neck and you slowly moved yourself into his lap, straddling his waist with your chest pressed up to his. You leaned in and softly kissed him, feeling his hands move to hold onto your thighs as you were sat in his lap. He loved having you close to him, but each and every time you were close to one another he was always the one making you feel beautiful.

His hands would wander your body and leave no part of your skin untouched, his lips would leave trails of kisses up and down each of your appendages until there was no where left for him to kiss, he would whisper sweet nothings mixed in with breathy gasps and moans each time he thrusted into you. He always did everything he could to make you feel gorgeous, even with all your insecurities, and now it was your turn.

It was your turn to make him feel beautiful.

“Gare, look at me.” You tilted his chin up and forced him to look into your eyes, “i love you. I love all of you. And i know that you might think badly of the way that you look but can i be honest with you?”

He nodded and you smiled, your hands slowly moving down over his chest to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips grazing the soft skin underneath it before taking the hem between your fingertips and slowly lifting it up. The backs of your fingers making sure to stay pressed against his skin as you lifted his shirt up over his head, his hands moving away from your thighs to help you lift it over his head and your pressed yourself up against him again, leaning your head down to slowly kiss just below his ear,

“Nothing gets me hotter than seeing you without that shirt on baby.”

You could feel him tense up just a bit as you kept kissing over his neck, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in closer to you, his hands moving to hold onto the back of your thighs. You lifted your lips away from his neck and looked back up to his face, seeing the bright red blush that was dusted over his cheeks.

You giggled seeing his lips curl into a smile,

“I mean it!” You put your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed back, laying him down on his bed as you still sat up in his lap, your hands moving down from his shoulders to over his chest and finally resting on the soft skin of his tummy, “You might think that every girl wants some body builder type of guy who’s got abs and all that but all i want is you Gare. Besides…” You smiled down at him and placed a few gentle kisses onto his lips before pulling your shirt up over your head, reaching behind your back and undoing the clasp on your bra, tossing it away before leaning down onto him. Your hands were on either side of his head and your soft chest was pressed against his, the plush skin of his tummy resting beneath yours, “there’s just more of you for me to love pretty boy.”

You heard a few whimpers escape his lips as your lips went to kiss over his collarbone and moved down to his chest, one of your hands moving from the side of his head to slowly and softly trail over his body, making sure to feel every curve of his skin. His hands were gripped tightly on the back of your thighs and you knew that when he was flustered and trying to keep his composure he would be frozen in place and that’s exactly how you wanted him.

You wanted him to be under you, whimpering and whining with each kiss and touch you gave to him, He was always so sensitive when you put him in his subspace but he loved being submissive for you more than anything. He loved it when you made him feel small.

He was always so used to being the one on top. Being the person who was making you feel good and making you feel beautiful but you knew that now it was his time to feel beautiful. And you wouldn’t stop until he could see how beautiful he was in your eyes.

Every part of him was mouthwatering.

His shaggy curls that were always so soft between your fingers, his light blue eyes that always looked so lovingly into yours, his perfect smile that always made you smile back at him whenever you saw him, his big strong arms that held you so tightly whenever you were snuggling in bed, his soft hands that loved to hold yours whenever he had the chance to. Every part of him was so soft and sweet and perfect, and you weren’t kidding about how he made you feel whenever you saw him without his shirt on.

He was everything you wanted in a man and more.

And being able to have him all to yourself was the best feeling in the world.

Your hands were slowly moving along the soft skin of his torso, watching as your fingers gently sunk into it as you pressed them further into him, smiling each and every time you heard a little whimper leave his lips,

“Are you alright Gare?” You asked him with a giggle, “You’re not getting nervous are you?”

He shook his head and laughed, trying his best to not show you how hard he was having to hold himself back from begging you to ride him as you were sat comfortable on his lap, grinding into him.

“You’re sure?” You giggled again, leaning down and pecking his lips, feeling him start to tremble beneath your touch, “You’re starting to act like you did when we first started dating. You remember how you used to act around me?”

His hands were slowly moving up and your thighs, carefully working their way up to hold your waist as he slowly shook his head.

“No? God, you were so cute!” You moved one hand up to hold his cheek as you kissed him, the other staying just above his heart, feeling each soft beat through his chest, “You were so nervous to be around me, so scared you were going to do something or say something that would mess up our first few dates and you were so shy too!” You moved your body down just a bit to lay over him, your head resting on his shoulder as his hands stayed planted on your hips, your hands moving around his neck to hold him close, “How come you’re all nervous now handsome?”

“I don’t know… I just…” He sighed and you lifted yourself off of him for just a moment, laying next to him in bed and gently holding his cheek in your hand, “I just feel like you should be with someone like that. I don’t know why i get like this, but i just start to feel insecure about how i look and then i feel like you deserve someone better looking than me, no one wants me.”

To hear how Gareth really felt about himself was heartbreaking. You loved him more than anyone else in the world, and all you wanted was for him to see how beautiful you thought he was.

You looked to him and your thumb gently stroked his cheek, thinking about how you could really make him see how much you loved him.

And your lips curled into a smile as soon as you thought of the perfect thing.

You quickly got up from his bed and wandered over to the corner of his room where he kept a floor length mirror. You slowly and carefully moved it in front of the TV at the end of his bed and have gave you a strange look as you walked in front of it and smiled at your reflection.

“What’s this for?”

“You’ll see.” You turned to him with a smile and reached your hands out to pull him closer to you, making him sit at the edge of his bed as you held his hands in yours.

“I think i know how to make you feel better about how you look baby.”

“Yeah? How’s that?” He smiled as you moved your arms around his neck, straddling his waist as his hands went to your hips to help keep you supported.

You kissed him and pressed your body up against his, your lips trailing down from his lips to his jawline to his neck and finally to just below his ear,

“You’re gonna watch how good you make me feel…”

You felt him shudder as you whispered to him taking his hands and placing them onto your breasts, feeling him start to get a bit more confidence and lightly squeeze them.

You giggle and quickly get off of his lap, pulling him closer to the edge of his bed, his legs hanging off the end as you stand before him. He watches as you slowly undo the button and zip on your shorts, pulling them down your thighs, tossing them away onto his floor.

Seeing you exposed like this in front of him was enough to make him drool, his eyes wandering over your soft skin, not being able to stop and admire one part of you at a time. He wanted to take in all of you at once.

His eyes went wide as you kneeled before him, your hands going to the button on his jeans, and as you caught him staring you placed your fingers on his chin and tilted his head back up,

“No baby, look in the mirror…” You smiled as you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard pink cock sprung free and you could tell he was blushing, he always did when he was naked around you, “You’re gonna watch me make you feel good.”

He nodded down at you as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping up and down as you placed a few soft kisses to the head. You smirked and bit your lip as you looked up at him.

His cheeks were pink, his chest heaving, his lips slightly parted and his eyes were struggling to stay open.

You loved making him feel good.

You started to pump your hand faster, hearing him groan as you tightened your grip around him.

He watched himself in the mirror and being able to see you from the opposite side, focusing all your energy on making him feel good, was definitely giving him a bit of an ego boost. And he had never been able to see himself in this state before, but he had to admit, he liked it.

He liked being able to see how good you made him feel.

You bit your lips as you smiled, peeking up at him as you started to pump your hand faster and faster, gripping it tighter as you saw his fingers start to claw at the bedsheets beneath him. You dipped your head down and gave his swollen head a few gentle licks, looking up and seeing his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head only encouraged you further.

As you slowly slid your lips down his length, he let out a slow groan through his gritted teeth, but his next move surprised you.

He placed his hand gently on top of your head before shouting,

“Stop!”

You did as he said, quickly removing your mouth from him and placing your hands to his thighs, looking up to his face for any sign of discomfort.

“What is it? Are you ok, did i do something wrong?”

He shook his head and looked down at you with a smirk on his lips, leaning down to place a kiss onto your forehead,

“No no baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to be able to make you feel good too,” He smiled down at you before leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to your lips, “stand up and lay down for me. Please?”

You giggled and did as he said, laying down backwards on his bed and laying your head over the edge as he moved back to make some more room for you,

“Aww Gare, even when we’re dirty you’re still so sweet.”

He smiled as he crawled over your body, his hands resting on either side of your head as they gripped the edge of the bed, his body pressed up against yours and his skin felt so soft and warm. You loved having him on top of you.

He tilted his head down and kissed you gently, trailing his lips down your jawline, staying attached to your neck for a moment. He found your sweet spot and a gentle moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head back over the edge of his bed, looking into the mirror.

One of your hands was around his back while the other was placed gently on the back of his head, ruffling his soft curls as his lips stayed on your neck.

You gasped gently as you felt him start to move himself lower, placing a trail of kisses on each spot on your body that he passed. Over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, down your tummy and just above the lace lining of your panties before sitting up on his knees and looking down at you.

You tilted your head up to look at him once more and he carefully hooked his fingers through the sides of your underwear,

“Can i?”

You blushed and slowly nodded, watching as he leaned down and pressed one last kiss to your clothed core before slipping your panties down over your legs and tossing them aside.

He laid himself down in bed, his head between your thighs as he helped move your legs over his shoulders. He gently held your thighs as he dipped his head down and placed a few gentle kisses before licking a long slow stripe over your folds.

Your tilted your head back over the edge of his bed and one of your hands found it’s way back into his curls, the other gripping the bedsheets beside you as you clenched your eyes shut, getting lost in the pleasure of his lips and tongue as he moved them slowly and so sweetly.

He slowly moved one hand from your thigh, reaching up and grasping onto your hand that was gripping the bedsheets, intertwining your fingers together as his other hand was still gripped onto the soft flesh of your thigh.

The sound of his name gently escaping your lips in between each moan was only encouraging him further, moving his tongue over you faster as he felt you start to grind your hips along to the movements of his lips.

It was only when he glanced up into the mirror that he understood exactly why you wanted to use it.

Seeing you there, your cheeks flushed, a look of pure pleasure plastered across your face as you were laid over his bed. And he was the one making you feel this way. Making those pretty faces and letting out all those pretty sounds were all because of him, and he wanted more.

His face pressed deeper between your legs, pinning your hips to the bed as he circled his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear just how loud he could make you. He could feel your hand grip his curls tighter, and though the feeling of your nails in his scalp hurt, knowing that he was the one making you feel this way felt so much better. As your moans and cries became longer and higher pitched he could tell that you were getting close.

Your thighs were wrapped tightly around the sides of his head, doing your best not to suffocate him as his face was buried into your pussy. He didn’t plan on stopping until he made you finish.

With one last long slow luck to your folds, he felt your body tense up and watched in the mirror as your back arched, your hands gripping his hair and holding tightly onto his own as you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. His hands let go of your own and moved to hold your thighs once more, slowly petting over the soft skin as you came down from your high.

Your chest was heaving, your face was red, and he could feel your body slowly start to relax as your thighs loosened their hold from around his neck. He made sure to never take his hands off of you, moving them slowly and softly over your thighs and tummy as you caught your breath, your hand moving back into his hair and combing gently through his curls as he licked you clean.

Your legs twitched each time you felt his tongue move through your folds to lap up your juices, still so sensitive to his touch. He gave one last gentle kiss to your clit before slowly sitting himself up, smiling down at you as he crawled over your body, kissing his way up your neck and back to your lips. You giggled as he pulled away, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

He smiled down at you, looking over your body once more before his eyes moved back up to yours, sighing in bliss as he saw how gorgeous you looked beneath him. Your soft body relaxed beneath him, your hands gently clinging onto him, your cheeks still had a gentle glow to them from your orgasm and all he wanted to see was that beautiful glow all over you.

He leaned down once more and softly kissed you before his lips trailed down to your neck, but you moved your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed him back,

“No, no baby, don’t you remember?” He moved his lips off of your neck and looked back down to you.

“Remember what angel?”

You giggled and pecked his lips, slowly pushing him off of you, “This is about you handsome, not me.” You groaned as your body adjusted to movement once more, crawling over and opening the drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom.

Gareth leaned back on his elbows and you shut the drawer, watching as you crawled back over to him, one hand on his chest to slowly push him to lay back,

“Now it’s your turn to lay back baby, let me make you feel good.”

Gareth blushed and did as you told him, laying himself back as you did before, his head back over the edge of the bed to give him a perfect view of himself in the mirror. He watched for a moment as you straddled his legs, positioning yourself just above his cock and teasing your entrance at his tip.

He let out a shaky breath, slowly tilting his head back but keeping his eyes open, watching you in the mirror as you toyed and teased him.

You slowly moved your hands up and down his chest and torso, soothing him as you did your best to tease him as slowly as you could, wanting him to be able to enjoy every single thing you were doing to him,

“Just watch baby, ok?” He stated at your body in the mirror, his lips parting and his eyes trying to keep themselves open as he watched you slowly slide down onto him in the mirror, his hands moving to carefully hold your thighs, “I want you to see how desperate i am for you…”

Gareth watched himself in the mirror as you told him and he wasn’t entirely sure if it should be you or himself that he was looking at.

He could clearly see how good you were making him feel. His hair brushed back, waving down with a few strands still stuck to his forehead from sweat. His cheeks were still red, from a combination of his exhaustion from going down on you and his own embarrassment. He knew he should be watching himself like you told him to but it was impossible for him to keep his eyes off of you in his lap.

You were straddling him and gently gliding your folds over his cock, teasing him as much as you could to help him feel more comfortable, especially from wanting to try something new. He watched your chest heaving and your breasts carefully moving with each breath as your hands were placed so gently on his stomach, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his tummy to help keep yourself grounded. You didn’t want to lose yourself this early.

You slowly moved your hands over his stomach and up to his chest, carefully laying yourself over him, making Gareth glance up at you from his position on the bed. He looked into your eyes as you smiled to him, brushing back the few strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead before giving him a gentle kiss,

“Are you ready?”

You asked him with eager eyes, but all Gareth could do was smile bashfully and nod to you.

You slowly tilted his head back over the bed as you crawled your way back down his body, straddling his hips once more and moving your hand between your legs, your fingertips grazing over his cock as you guided it to your entrance, still dripping wet with the mixture of your own slick and Gareth’s saliva.

You waited until you saw he was watching in the mirror once more and took a deep breath before slowly sliding yourself down onto his tip.

His hands gripped your thighs as he felt you carefully slide onto him, his eyes almost squinting shut from the pleasure, though he knew it would be so much more than this once he was fully sheathed inside you.

You let out a soft groan as you adjusted to his size, making sure to keep a steady pace as you slid down onto him, making sure not to make yourself too overwhelmed with the sensations around you. Gareth beneath you, his hands holding tightly onto you, his thick cock stretching you as you slid down onto him, his soft flesh between your fingers.

Everything was so intoxicating, and it had only just started.

Once you could feel Gareth’s full length inside of you, you had to stay sat on his lap for a moment, adjusting to his size and to make sure he was alright beneath you before you started moving. You took a deep breath and moved both hands to his stomach, slowly and gently moving your fingers up and down his torso to wherever they could possibly reach.

“I’m going to move…” You told him as you got yourself into a comfortable position above him, ensuring that you wouldn’t stop until you could feel him fill the condom as it laid so deeply in you, “are you ok?”

Gareth nodded once more and as soon as you saw the corners of his lips turn into a small smile you knew it was your queue to start moving.

You took one last deep breath and slowly started to move, setting a slow and gentle pace as you got comfortable above Gareth.

As he felt you start moving he couldn’t help but let out a long groan.

He loved the feeling of you being on top of him. Setting the pace, controlling him as much as you pleased, being able to look up at your pretty pink cheeks as he felt a wave of pleasure coat his thighs as your hands gripped onto him as you finished, but being able to watch himself was an entirely new experience.

He could not only see you, but he could see himself, and as he saw you slowly moving on top of him he couldn’t take his eyes away from the little bit of space between your legs. He was watching you fuck him and it felt nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.

Like he wasn’t supposed to. Like he was seeing it through another person’s eyes. And it was so naughty, he didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him sooner.

He watched as you rode him in the mirror, your head tilted back, eyes shut, face red, mouth open moaning out his name each chance you could. Every time you were on top of him it felt like it was the very first time.

Gareth could feel your legs start to tremble and as you slowed your pace he knew exactly what was coming. He knew that as much as you loved being on top of him, you couldn’t help but start to get exhausted from the amount of work you were putting in. But he never let that stop your fun.

He tilted his head up to look back at you in his lap and moved his hands from your thighs to your waist, and as you felt his fingers move up your body you opened your eyes to him once more.

“It’s alright… come here,” Gareth pulled you down on top of him, your hands holding onto the edge of the bed next to his head as his arms held you tightly, “it’s my turn to take care of you…”

Your arms moved to wrap around Gareths neck as he thrusted up into you, holding you so tightly and yet still being so gentle with you. He slowly found his rhythm, thrusting deep up into you as he listened to your moans, waiting until he heard that high pitched squeal he loved to let him know that he was hitting the right spot.

The moment he felt your hands gripping into his curls he knew he was ready to make you cum. Especially in his absolute favorite position.

You laying over him, arms wrapped around one another as he thrusted into you, hearing your moans ring out in his ear.

His arms wrapped around your back and kept you still as he quickened his pace, slamming into you from underneath. The overwhelming feeling of every one of your senses being overcome by Gareth was enough to make you cum.

You could hear all of his grunts and groans from each and every thrust.

You could taste the sweat on his neck each time your lips reached out to kiss him.

You you feel his strong arms wrapped around you as he kept you still while he was fucking himself into you.

You saw stars after every time he hit your sweet spot.

And the room all around you smelled of pure lust.

You never wanted this pleasure to end but you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. You did your best to try and say something, anything, just to get anything out other than moans but it felt near impossible,

“…Gare… I-“

“Are you gonna cum for me angel?” Gareth cut you off and slowed his pace, wanting to hear your voice tell him exactly what you needed,

“Tell me pretty girl, i need to hear you say it.”

You carefully tilted your head up away from his neck, your hands moving to hold his cheeks as you kissed him slow and deep, wanting him to be able to feel how much you still loved and adored him, even through all the pleasure.

“Please, Gareth, make me cum…”

Gareth leaned his head up and kissed you gently, moving his hands to get a good grip on your hips as he picked up his pace once more, pounding into you as fast as he could go.

Your arms wrapped around him once more, your head going back into the crook of his neck, littering it with light kisses just to keep yourself still grounded as he brought you close and closer to the edge.

Your legs held onto him tighter, your nails clawed into his shoulder, and you had to keep yourself from biting into his shoulder as he hit your sweet spot one last time before you came, your thighs getting sticky and wet after they were coated with your pleasure. Soon after, Gareth slowed his thrusts as his hands gripped your hips, his head tilting back as he moaned out in ecstasy as he filled the condom while still buried deep inside you.

He held you there for a moment, wanting to relish in the aftereffects of your lovemaking.

Your limbs loosening their grip on one another, the feeling of each other’s chests raising as you caught your breath, the careful kisses you gave one another to show that you were alright. It was his favorite part.

Gareth moved his hands from your hips to around your back, one moving into your hair and slowly moving his fingers along your scalp,

“God, i love you…” He got no response from you, usually meaning you needed some more time to recollect yourself from the overwhelming sensation of finishing with such force, “Do you want to lay with me for a minute?”

You nodded carefully and Gareth pressed another kiss to your temple,

“I’m going to pull out ok? And then i’m going to move us to lay back against the headboard, is that alright?” He stayed still until he felt you gently nod once more, making sure to be careful as he slowly pulled out from between your legs, hearing a groan from you as the emptiness between your thighs started to feel foreign from having him buried there for so long.

Gareth then carefully adjusted your bodies on the bed, being sure to move slow as he turned you to lay your heads against his pillows. As you lay there together, you found yourself moving back closer into him, your arm draping across his stomach and your head pressing to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so calming, so comforting. It was just what you needed after the last hour of passion you had just endured together.

He smiled down at you once more and pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead, looking down at your bodies as you lay in his bed, his eyes focusing on your arm draped over the soft flesh of his stomach,

“You really love my tummy don’t you?”

“Of course i do…” You slowly moved your hand up and down over his skin, “like i said, more of you for me to love…”

He laughed to himself as you snuggled further into him,

“You know… As much as i don’t want to like the way that i look, you always manage to make me feel so much better about it.” He tilted your chin up and placed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, earning a smile from you as you finally caught your breath, “Thank you my angel.”

You smiled up at him once more and his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him and admiring the softness and warmth of your bodies pressed together.

“Five more minutes of snuggles, and then i’ll clean us up ok?” He asked you, and you nodded once more in response.

Gareth was always so wonderful when it came to aftercare. He was someone who was such a sweetheart to you outside the bedroom, still so nervous to ask if he could hold your hand and he still blushed when you leaned up to kiss him, and he was an absolute beast in the sheets. But he knew that if he wanted to see you writhing in pleasure for him, he would need to be the one to help you afterwards, and he never once complained about it.

He’d always get up slowly, give you a kiss and leave to his bathroom to clean himself up and grab a warm rag and a glass of water for you, sometimes even a snack if he was up for it. He’d walk back into his room and help you sit up, handing you the glass of water for you to sip as he moved the rag over your body, wiping away whatever was left behind of your lovemaking. He was always so gentle.

You barely noticed it when he slipped out from beneath you, and as your eyes gently peeked open you watched as he was leaning over you, placing his lips to your forehead,

“I’ll be right back, ok angel?”

You held his cheek and brought him close to you for one more kiss before he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

He stopped himself as soon as he looked at his body

in the mirror and took a step back to look at it once more. His eyes moved up and down his figure and he turned to the side to see his stomach, his hand carefully running across it with a smile on his face before he looked to you once more and left his bedroom.

You did exactly what you planned on doing to Gareth.

You made it so much easier for him to love himself.

You made him feel beautiful again.

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[little-annie]

Gareth's POV

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Eddie was acting weird.

And not his normal, kind of flighty, maybe a little sleep deprived thanks to childhood trauma and nightmares, weird.

No. He was weird in the sense that he hadn't quit smiling. And not in the sort of sinister, sort of menacing way he did when he was going to do something stupid or get into shit. No. He was smiling like Gareth had never seen him smile before. All dimples and fluttering eyes, catching himself with a giggle and turning away to shake it off as if it'd ever actually go away.

He looked happy, smitten if Gareth really had to put a word to it. Twitterpated, Love-Struck, Infatuated; if he had to put a few more.

It's a look Gareth had only ever seen in a smaller multitude when Eddie bought his Warlock those few years ago. And now, holding that same guitar, plucking mindlessly to a fucking Tears For Fears song, Eddie smiling like that, but ten fold.

Gareth has his suspicions, one much more likely than others. Maybe Eddie's high, maybe he finally passed Mrs. Click's class and hasn't told anyone yet, or maybe, the most likely of the three because Gareth might be just a touch dumb like any other teenage boy, not blind; Steve Harrington.

Steve "The King" "The Hair" Harrington.

Steve "who was never really a problem but still kind of a douchebag" Harrington.

Steve "who Eddie never shuts the fuck up about" Harrington.

Steve "who just so happens to be coming to their band practice today" Harrington.

Steve Harrington, Gareth's 99% sure.

As much could be proven by the way Eddie slips up on his cord and blushes the deepest shade of red upon Steve's arrival. 

Not to mention the fact that Harrington's sporting a Black Sabbath t-shirt Gareth knows to be Eddie's because they went to the fucking concert together. 

Well, then there's the hickeys that suspiciously match between the pair and the way Steve's eyes rake with a disturbing sort of hunger over Eddie's body. 

It's then that Eddie's change in the flavour of weird he's giving off today makes sense. That dopey smile, those heart shaped eyes and the way he just seems blissfully happy; it all makes sense.

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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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Steve and Gareth as Cousins, no longer a warm-up and now called Lifelines, part three! I’ll throw it up on A03 when I finish the fourth part. 

Prior parts can be read here: Part One / Part Two 

First things first, the most amazing @ sereinpetrichor managed to track down the OG Twitter thread this runaway train is based off of! 

It was this thread by @gatorthots, the Tumblr version of which can be read, here.  All blame for this idea firmly rests on their brilliant, plot bunny inducing shoulders. 

The other, follow up thread I mentioned was this one by Silas, whose tumblr name I do not know. 

As always and forever, shout out to the most amazing @chalkysgarbagefire​ who helps me edit/plot/pats my head while I’m crying in their inbox bc the words aren’t wording right. 

Warnings: Steve and Robin are canon (S3) drugged. I took a slightly (kinda sorta) more realistic approach. Vomit mention, canon threat of violence/guns (the Russian guards) Mention of pantsing/past bullying, Steve and Robin’s drugged asses not understanding personal space, Dustin’s canon...Im gonna go with assholishness? but like, I think its more than he’s a young kid and doesn't quite have the emotional growth/awareness yet in this kind of insane situation to know how to react to the whole address/torture bit (really who does)/its a defense mechanism--and Gareth sort of has a panic attack. 

Whatever the hell they had been drugged with, Steve and Robin went from 'giggly happy fun time' to 'vomiting into toilet bowls while loudly wishing for death’ awfully fast. 

Gareth was not an expert on drugs. He knew Eddie wasn't either (the guy never dealt anything stronger than your average psychedelic--had some agreement with his Uncle about only selling "the 70s basics") and repeated looks towards him proved Eddie was still trying to figure out what Steve and Robin were on. 

Answers hadn't exactly been forthcoming--Eddie's gently made attempts at ferreting out information had only caused more confusion.

Like why the two of them were so freaked out about a gate, or what had made Robin gasp, and then laugh so hard she cried when Steve had made a particularly rough noise then muttered; "Even that sounds better than Tammy Thompson." 

Either way, Gareth was mostly trying to figure out what the hell they were going to do, because sobering up in a busy, public mall wasn't exactly the best idea. 

"I regret," Robin tried to say, in-between gagging. "I regret--hrk--" 

"Me too." Steve moaned, head resting against the stall wall. Gareth, still caught up in panic, had been permanently regulated to door guard while Eddie alternated between sweet talking, rubbing backs and offering quietly whispered advice. 

"Let's go back in time and ignore the whole silver cat thing." Robin continued, slumping back down onto the floor. 

"Wouldn't have mattered." Steve muttered. "Dustin would have figured it out without us. Kid’s too damn smart." 

"So?" Robin grumbled, quietly thanking Eddie as he once again brushed her hair out of her face. 

"So he would have gone down there anyway, which means I'd be down there anyway." Steve concluded. "We shouldn't have gotten you involved though." 

He shakily pushed himself up, staggering to his feet and looking like bambi on ice while doing it. 

Eddie quickly came round to offer his help, hands spread as Steve groaned out a curse and clutched his head.  

The older took a step forward right as Steve lurched back, unbalanced and shaky. 

 "Oh shit." He said, eyes wide as he crashed backwards into Eddie, the latter catching him with a grunt. 

Despite the entire situation, Gareth found himself stifling a laugh as Eddie wrapped his noodle arms around Steve's chest, trying to hold the other up without falling himself. 

"Come on big boy, why don't we just siiiit back down." Eddie said, slightly breathless as he helped guide Steve back to the floor. "There we go…"

They did so outside the bathroom stall, Eddie sinking into a kneel as Steve sort of flopped down on top of him. 

Blinked a few times, like the drop had rattled what little sense he’d managed to recover in the last few minutes. 

A pleased noise came out of his cousin's throat, and holy shit was Gareth going to have blackmail for life, because rather than vacate Eddie's lap, Steve just turned around in it. 

Reached up with one finger outstretched and proved himself to be very much still under the influence as he touched Eddie's nose.

"Boop!" He said, and then giggled as Eddie dropped onto his ass in surprise. 

Gareth watched Robin as she took the whole thing in, from Steve's snickers to Eddie's shocked expression, eyes growing wide in excitement. 

He failed entirely to cover his own amusement when Eddie abruptly found himself with two sailors invading his personal space, each taking turns to boop his nose. 

“Uh.” He managed to get out, blinking rapidly and at a loss for words. “Ah.” 

Steve caught the metalhead’s awkward, red-faced expression and proceeded to drop his head to Eddie's shoulder, muffling his laughter against the man's vest. 

The helpless look his best friend sent him was one Gareth would remember for a long time. 

“O-kay.” Eddie said, frazzled, as Steve recovered far too quickly, turning to rest his cheek against a slim shoulder as he walked two fingers up Eddie’s battle vest and towards his hair. Likewise, Robin had discovered Eddie’s wallet chain, and had begun fiddling with it. 

One finger curled around a strand of brown hair and Eddie jerked his head, removing the tempting piece away from Steve’s hands. 

“I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, your highness.” He said, his own hand smacking against his waist before Robin figured out the other end of his chain ended in a handcuff, “But you of all people should know the hair is off limits.” 

Completely undeterred, Steve just gave him a loose, easy grin. “It’s so pretty though.” He complained, fluttering his eyelashes in a blatant attempt to try and turn on the ol’ Harrington charm.  “You can touch mine if you want.” 

Yeah, Gareth’s blackmail was getting better by the second. 

He might even get a new piece for his drum kit out of it, if this kept up. 

Free weed too, considering Eddie’s blush was now fire-engine red. 

“Man,” Eddie said in a clear bid to deflect the entire situation (and Steve’s fingers) away from his hair, “the last time someone called me pretty was right before I got pantsed—-is Tommy H hiding in one of the stalls again?” 

Steve picked his head up, confusion crashing down his face. 

“Did he do that?” He asked. 

Then, with growing horror; “Do you think I’d do that?” 

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that your whole little court’s M.O.?” 

Steve sucked in a breath, looking downright hurt. "I wouldn’t do that." He insisted, eyes wheeling from Eddie to Gareth and back, as though hoping Gareth would back him up. 

“I’m not--I’m not friends with Tommy anymore.” Steve continued, voice growing smaller as he spoke. “I’m not friends with anybody anymore, except maybe Dustin.” 

It sounded so defeated; trodden on and subdued that Gareth stepped forward automatically, to do--something. 

Provide the fucking comfort his cousin was oft denied and hug the guy. 

As always, it turned out to be the wrong move. 

"Oh thank god." A kid said, seconds after bulldozing through the main door and nearly bowling Gareth over in the process. "I found them!" He shouted over his shoulder as swept into the room. 

“Speak of the devil.” Steve said flatly, and even drugged, he managed to pull himself back together from distressed to stoic in mere seconds. 

The curly-haired kid--Dustin apparently--stormed right up to the pile of humans splayed on the floor, hands on his hips. "What the hell. We told you two to stay put!" 

Steve rolled his eyes as Robin booed him. 

“Have you forgotten what’s happening? Or how we’re kinda in a Red Dawn situation?” Dustin continued, looking like he’d just escaped from a summer camp. 

The kid even had a walkie talkie clutched in one hand, of all things. 

“We know.” Steve and Robin deadpanned at once, before looking at each other; Steve pointing a finger towards Robin and Robin pointing one back. 

This caused the kids to trade their own long suffering, “can you believe this shit” faces. 

"We need to go, and the only way we’re gonna get out of here unnoticed is if we blend in with the crowd." Dustin said impatiently.  “Now come on Steve, get up already, you've had worse.”

"I really don't think I have." Steve muttered, but moved to push himself to his feet anyway. 

Eddie beat him to it, and he and Gareth both hovered nearby in case Steve was still unsteady. 

Thankfully, the kids' presence seemed to sober up Robin and Steve both. 

Not actually sober, that wasn't how drugs worked, but whatever was left of the fun was sucked right out of the bathroom, replaced by two teenagers who were sort of functional on whatever they'd been drugged with. 

Stress and adrenaline, Gareth knew, could overcome a lot of things. Including Russian "truth serum" apparently. 

“Yeah well you're lucky you got found by these guys and not anyone else. " Dustin continued pointedly, before turning his attention towards Gareth and Eddie both. "Thanks for watching our friends, but we've got them from here." 

Gareth made a sort of unhinged, disbelieving noise. 

 “No, no you do not.” He declared, anxiety clawing at his gut at the mere thought of abandoning Steve to two children. 

"I don't think you heard him." The girl stepped forward, braids swinging about her face as she lifted her chin and nailed him with a cold glare. 

 As if this entire situation couldn’t possibly get weirder, Gareth suddenly realized she had a helmet in her hands and knee pads on.

 "He said we got this. So scram." She flicked her fingers out in a dismissive sort of "shoo" gesture.

"And leave my drugged cousin with his new girlfriend behind!?" Gareth challenged right back, emotions far too raw and frayed to care he was snarling at a little girl. "I don’t think so!”

"Cousin!?" Dustin bit out, sounding almost betrayed for some reason, at the same time Robin who'd been climbing to her feet with Eddie’s help, shouted; "I am not his girlfriend!" 

Steve, clearly unwilling to entertain whatever fight was brewing, clapped his hands together. 

"Yes cousin, Dustin. It's a type of family member." Steve said, after they all flinched and looked to him. He at least looked steadier on his feet this time, though Gareth still lingered nearby in case he took a wrong step. 

"I know what a cousin is, Steve!" Dustin shot back. 

“Then why are you acting like a lunatic?” Steve complained, and Gareth got to watch in real time as Steve pulled on the persona he often wore in high school down around him. “You said it yourself, we don’t have a lot of time. Worse, I don't know if anyone saw Gareth and Munson here with us.” 

He jerked a thumb sideways in Eddie’s direction, not that anyone couldn’t figure out who “Munson” was. 

“They stay with us until we’re out of this mall.” Steve finished, before he started towards the door.

One step he was Gareth’s cousin, drugged and vulnerable because of it. 

The next he stood taller, talked smoother, took charge with an aurora that said he expected everyone to listen to him. 

It was fake as hell, but it worked. 

“I know you’ve got a plan Dustin, so spill it.” He commanded as he walked.  

 Dustin, despite all the squawking, did just that. 

xXx 

Of all the things Gareth had expected to see upon escorting their little ragtag crew out of the bathroom, groups of intimidating, mean looking assholes wasn’t on the list. 

He found himself repeatedly nudging Eddie in the ribs, unable to take his eyes off what was clearly a checkpoint as he staggered to a halt. 

It was one thing to be told people were after Steve and the “Scoop’s Troop” As Robin had jokingly named them. 

It was another entirely to see the security guard directly in front of him look over a woman’s ID before apologizing to her, a sleazy grin matching his oily pony-tail as he waved her on. 

They really were looking for someone. 

Not someone, Gareth realized in dawning horror.

Them. 

Robin apparently, came to the same conclusion seconds later, because she snatched Steve and Dustin’s arms both, hauling them backwards. 

“Argue about Dustin’s address later, we need to find a different way out.” She hissed quietly as she tried to slowly reversed direction, movements still a bit sloppy. 

She might have even gotten away with it, had Sleazy Pony-Tail not turned and made eye contact with Gareth right after she spoke. 

His eyes swept over him, then to the rest of the group, freezing like a cat that had spotted its prey.

“Abort, abort!” Dustin sputtered, wheeling about on his heel. 

Erica, whose name Gareth had learned when she kicked him in the shin after he asked why an actual infant was running around with Steve and Robin, pointed towards the escalators before she beelined over to it, ducking into the center and riding it down like a slide. 

Something Eddied was downright delighted to copy. 

Gareth might have enjoyed it himself, had he not been looking over his shoulder to see not one, not two, but four security guards giving chase--and gaining. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckikity fuck.” He heard Robin chant as she shot past, Steve planting himself at the top as he made sure everyone got down to the next level before sliding down himself. 

"Do not let them leave!" One of the guards yelled to the others, accent clear as a bell. 

"Holy shit that guy's actually Russian." Gareth found himself saying as he skidded across the floor and bolted after the others, Steve hot on his heels. 

He had kinda expected the Russian thing to be some sort of drug influenced inside joke and not an actual, honest-to-God Soviet. 

Which led to the question of why the fuck adult men in security uniforms had drugged random teenage retail workers.

Food workers.

Whatever the fuck one called a two people who scooped ice-cream in sailor costumes. 

"There's another group up ahead!" Eddie yelped, swerving sideways and nearly taking Erica out while doing it. 

Noise erupted ahead of them in the form of foreign shouting and loud, harshly barked commands to “Freeze!”  

‘Oh hell no.’ Gareth thought wildly, as he caught the form of the giant fricken gun the guard closest to him held. 

“Split up!” Dustin howled, and before anyone could comment about how bad an idea that was, Gareth found himself being yanked sideways. 

Steve swore loudly behind him as Robin, who’d crashed backwards, pulled him in the opposite direction and in a second their group broke in two. Gareth, Eddie and Dustin going one way, Steve, Robin and Erica another. 

"This isn’t happening." Gareth muttered, words made in a sort of pleading denial as he and Eddie turned the corner and immediately vaulted over the counter of an Orange Julius. “I smoked or drank or did something and this is a hallucination that is not. Actually. Happening.” 

Dustin at least, was smart enough to dive around the counter instead of over it, sliding towards them on his knees. 

Eddie quickly yanked him down to the floor in-between himself and Gareth once he was close enough to grab, one hand going over the hat to shove the kids head down. 

Annoying or not, he was at least several years younger than them, and Gareth could practically feel Eddie’s protective instinct kick in as he kept his hand on Dustin’s head. 

Together they tried to silence their breathing as the guards’ shouting continued on behind them. 

What was worse than their noises though, was when they unexpectedly and suddenly, went silent. 

Gareth’s breath felt far too loud as the stillness gained a suppressive weight, pressing down harshly against him and making it harder and harder to inhale. 

‘Panic attack.’ He realized, thoughts a touch detached. ‘You can’t afford to have a panic attack right now.’ 

Not when it had a high chance of getting them all killed. 

Slowly he moved his own free hand, placing it atop of Eddie’s, fingers gripping down in a way that was no doubt painful. 

Eddie glanced over to him and Gareth thanked every single time he’d smoked way too much weed, because his best friend immediately clocked what was wrong. 

Turned his hand over, so that Gareth could hold onto it atop Dustin’s hat. 

It didn’t help with the knowledge that his very much still drugged cousin and his equally drugged not-girlfriend were also hiding somewhere, or that there was significantly more Russians than there where terrified teenagers (and one--whatever age Erica was.)  

Flashlights cut shapes into the wall overheard, trailing along the Orange Julius menu. Quiet voices covered even quieter footsteps and Gareth had the sudden realization the probability of there being more than one guard carrying a huge gun, was very, very high. 

Worse?

This part of the mall wasn’t that big. There were only so many places to hide, and as such, only so many places to look. 

Death comes for everyone eventually, but Gareth hadn’t exactly expected it to show up before he hit twenty.

Not that they could do anything but wait. Pray to God and the universe and any other higher power he could think of to intervene, head pressed hard against the wood behind him as the small noises drew nearer.

What he hadn’t expected was for said prayers to get answered in the form of a of a fucking car being thrown into the Russian’s like bowling balls. 

“Run!” Dustin shouted, and Gareth wasted absolutely no time in doing just that. 

The only goal on his mind was to find Steve, get out, and then have a very long discussion about what the hell this all was, in that exact order. 

#fun fic facts I kept writing Orange Julius as King Julian #so thats my new fake 80s store #Tagline can be “yay I’m a sacrifice!” #Pre steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth emerson #platonic stobin #gareth is eddies robin #gareth is steves cousin #gareth and steve cousin au #Poor Dustin is mad jelly steve has a cousin that isnt him #we will dig into that later #tw drugs #tw vomit #tw guns #tw panic attack #Steve and robin have already had their scene I just moved it back so he is aware she is a lesbian #I will make it clearer in the next part #Drugged steve has no personal boundaries and homeboy would not at this point consider the stuff wit heddie flirting with Robin ALSO #digs into later #that was gay steve #HELLA gay #the more robin gets to know steve the more shes convinced half the basketball team is queer af #0o0 fanfics #denial is a river in Egypt that Gareth is struggling to swim down

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● the new girl pt 7 ● g.emerson

warning

heaaavy kissing / saliva shared. petnames (bunny, sweetheart, angel), PDA, a lil angsty but sweet, there is/will still be bullying, confrontations, smoking/ w**d / alch + parentless house parties cos teen drama/romance, total absence of sci fi plot and no deaths. 1 through 3 did not happen, either. Gareth is aged to 18 so.. season 4 = his senior year.

<- reader/you is female, with female parts, clothing/personality/hair/petnames and nicknames. this is self indulgent, when is it not with me, and i am.. not even a little sorry either.

word count

2762 exactly. for any missing context part 6 <- click to read.

summary

He pulls you onto his lap and you lock eyes, swallowing down a huge lump the second it starts to build in your throat. “Gareth?” you question, confused.. Because it hasn’t quite clicked for you.

taglist + shoutouts

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You’re settled in on the sofa with a stacked plate of grilled cheese and Sprite. Young and The Restless is just starting but you can’t pay attention, your mind won’t just shut down like you want it. You keep thinking about what happened at school this morning. And it’s not even the rumors -or Molly choosing something you told her, a traumatic time for you, to use against you and hurt you when it’s not even true.

It’s the fact that no thanks to these stupid rumors starting up all over again, you’re almost absolutely certain that by the time Gareth Emerson hears them, he’s going to write you off like so many others in the past.

And you don’t even blame him, it’s not like you were a thing. You wanted to be with him. Everything feels a little better when he’s around. But now, you think to yourself, that’s likely not going to happen.

You take a few shaky breaths and wipe your eyes. 

“I’ll get her back.” you mumble.

You’ve only just taken a bite of the sandwich and it’s like sandpaper in your mouth but you refuse to just not eat. You’ve just tossed the sandwich back onto the plate for now when you hear a vehicle door slam shut.

,, probably just the lady next door.” the thought comes and you turn your attention back to attempting to follow the storyline of the soap opera, sipping your Sprite. And you don’t even realize you’re crying again until you feel the warmth of tears slipping down your cheeks again.

The silence in the house is almost oppressive right now. It’s crushing.

A little too thick, a little too much. You’re overthinking everything. 

The door’s being knocked on and you jump a little at the burst of sound as it intrudes.

“Damn it, guys.” you mumble as you slip off the couch. You’re not even bothering with the formality of actual clothing because you’re at least 90 percent sure that it’s just Mari, Edie and Adi because they called earlier and even though you told them you were fine a thousand and one times, they said they’d come over later. After school.

So you’re not expecting to throw open the door to your parents house and find Gareth Emerson standing on the other side. Leaning in the doorway, filling up the frame. 

“G-gareth?”

His cheeks are on fire and he doesn’t have the first fucking clue what to say. But he knows you’ve been crying, from the looks of it, you’ve been crying since you walked out of school earlier. He steps up to you, pulling you closer by the hips. “ ‘S okay.. C’mere, bunny.” he’s quiet. Coaxing you right into his arms which he wraps around you. You break. And you’re crying all over again, soaking the white part of his Hellfire shirt in inky mascara tears. All he does is stand there and hold you, hands moving up and down your back to soothe you.

You’re choking up as you tell him everything, all of it. Including every single rumor that went around about you at your old school so he’d have context as to why you’re so upset right now. 

“Hey.. Shhh.” Gareth coaxes, gripping your jaw to make you look up at him because even though it’s killing him to see you this upset, he wants you to know that he doesn’t believe anything Molly’s been saying to anyone who will listen all day. He had a grand speech well-planned and rehearsed on his way over, but.. He’s in front of you right now and that’s all gone out the window.

,, She loves you, man. Do somethin’. Fix this.” the thought comes and it’s what prompts him to pick you up, step into the house as he’s holding you in his arms. You’re deposited on the couch and he goes back to your front door, shutting and locking it.

You’re still making an attempt to process why he’s even here to begin with, Hawkins is really, really small.. Surely he had to have heard everything Molly started up all over again -or some twisted and over the top version of it. He seats himself on the sofa again and pulls you close. Lets you lay your head on his shoulder. And for a long pause, minutes that drag out to hours it seems, you both sit there in total silence. You’ve calmed down just a little, he can hear and feel the way your breath has leveled out.

“You’re missing lunch, Gareth.” you mumble quietly. He glances down at you and shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. They were having that congealed whatever anyway.”

“O-oh.” you stammer around the O and take a shaky breath or two. And you can’t take it anymore, you have to ask the question.

“You uh.. You’re here. And still talkin’ to me.” you go quiet, the question you were about to ask falling flat because you got halfway there and you realized that maybe you don’t want the answer after all. 

It clicks for him then. The one thing you were most afraid of. Probably a big reason you left school walking after you got out of the principals office earlier. And normally, he wouldn’t even let himself have the teeniest sliver of hope but he heard you say everything you did out of your own mouth this morning. 

You’re in love with him.

And he’s in love with you too.

It’s something he’s still trying to get his head around, even now as he sits here in your living room.

He pulls you onto his lap and you lock eyes, swallowing down a huge lump the second it starts to build in your throat. “Gareth?” you question, confused.. Because it hasn’t quite clicked for you.

His hand raises, rests against the column of your neck. The pad of his thumb rolls over your cheek. “I didn’t believe her.”

You blink. “You..” you go quiet. The relief washes over you in waves and you’re shifting around in his lap. Trying to get comfortable without  invading his personal space too much because you’re just so afraid to do anything that might mess everything up right now. Gareth’s hand lowers and both arms wrap around your body, pulling you against him completely. He keeps his arms around you and you lean your head against his shoulder, your nose nuzzled into the side of his neck.

You don’t mean to blurt it out when you do but it comes out anyway. “The worst part about all of this was that I was afraid you would believe her and I…” you go quiet because you stop yourself when you realize you’re probably just about to say too much. Your face hidden in his neck, you can feel the way his pulse is beating strong and steady and you focus on that. Calming yourself down.

“You what, bunny?” Gareth asks after a second or two of trying -and failing, to pull himself together because the way you’re melted against him while sitting on his lap is definitely having an effect right now and the last thing he wants is to make things weird or awkward. “C’mon. You can tell me anything, okay?I-I mean it.”

You nod. Sit up a little and now you’re staring down at the way your bodies connect as you sit in his lap. “I didn’t wanna lose you.. Because of this. I’m..” your breath catches in your throat before you can get anything else out and Gareth raises a hand, gripping your jaw so you have to look at him. “You’re..” he prompts quietly, “Just say it.. Please?”

“ I’m in love with you.” you mumble, swallowing hard as you say it. “You don’t.. Like.. you don’t have to feel the same way, it’s okay if you don’t, really, I–” your words are cut off because he leans in, his mouth collides with your mouth, a thick pink tongue splitting your lips to massage alongside your own after he’s ran it over your teeth. One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles up in the thick mess of hair on your head, tugging your mouth  deeper until you’re breathless and he’s panting, trying to catch his breath without breaking the kiss because right now, it’s the last thing he wants to do. “What if I wanna, bunny? What if I feel that way too, huh?”

“You.. you do?” your words are swallowed by the slow and steady deepening of the kiss and as the shock starts to wear off, you both pull apart to breathe and stare at each other. Wild eyed and breathless. You raise a hand, settling it against the column of his neck as you continue to try and process what he’s just said.

It changes everything.

Unless he doesn’t want it to, you think to yourself, the thought makes you frown just a little and he picks right up on the little frown, leaning forward, into you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin, it’s just I..” you laugh at yourself. ,, do not push this. Just let it happen. Stop trying to push for more. “ 

You shove the thought out.

“C’mon.” he coaxes, “Talk to me, beautiful girl.”

And he’s doing it again, he’s making you look him in the eyes. And it’s him, you can’t keep anything from him, it’s nearly driven you crazy to keep your feelings hidden the past few weeks. You swallow hard. “I wanna be.” you trail off because it’s so hard to blurt it out right now. “Your girl.” you finish softer, voice barely a whisper. But he hears it and he shifts the way he’s sitting because he’s trying not to have a raging boner in the middle of a very delicate situation because he wants all his focus to be on you and what you need right now.

“You..” he’s trying to process. He feels like he could fly, what you’ve just said is everything he wants too. His hands slide up and down your sides before settling on your face. His forehead meets yours and he chuckles quietly, cheeks burning hot, a feverish blush covering his entire body. “ You wanna be my girl? All mine?”

You nod. You can feel your skin burning. You shift in his lap because you’re trying to get closer, you’re trying to get ready to hide your face in the side of his neck again. But then he’s guiding your mouth back to his own, greedy. Hungry. A kiss filled with teeth as they nip your lips and tug until you feel aching, bruises raise to the surface of your soft pout. As the kiss breaks, he pulls away and he’s just staring at you. Quiet. Trying to process everything because today has been a whirlwind.

“You are, bunny.” he mumbles at last, leaning into you all over again. His forehead against yours and big blue eyes fixed intently on you. Your hand raises, fingers clutch against the front of his Hellfire shirt, gripping to pull him in even closer, his mouth deepening the kiss, his tongue massaging yours lazily. You’re giggling quietly through the last of your tears. 

“I think everybody ganged up on Molly. She left cryin.” Gareth mutters against the crown of your head when the kiss breaks for a while and you settle in against him. You look up, nodding. “I should’ve just punched her this morning.” 

“But it’ll be okay now, alright? I mean that.”

You take a few shaky breaths and you nod because you know. He isn’t lying. He does mean it.

He’s probably the only person you actually feel like you can trust.

“Gare?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he’s staring down at you, a pounding heart and the only thought in his brain is that he’s the definition of a lucky bastard. He caresses your cheek and you open your mouth only to close it several times. You’re frustrated with yourself, he can tell. Your cheeks are pink. He leans down to press a kiss against your hairline. “Just say it, ‘s okay.”

“C-can I come with you? You know… to your Hellfire thing? Don’t wanna be..” you start to say you don’t want to be alone but it’s still very much ingrained deep in you that you’re pathetic if you need someone, a holdover from all the times you’ve had to tell yourself that just to keep from trying to reach out, trying to let people in.

“Course, bunny.” he answers and you smile up at him. The two of you settle in, the television becomes mostly background noise until Gareth leans forward, reaching out for the remote you’ve sat on the low table in front of the sectional, bringing you with him as he leans. You give a weak laugh and he kisses the bridge of your nose. “How d’ you even watch this crap, angel?”

You shrug. “General Hospital is better but Helena, that bitch was on today and she annoys me so..” you laugh softly, the laughter dying away as soon as you realize blue eyes are locked on your lips and he’s leaning in all over again.

“I’m never gunna be able t’ stop doing this.” he says it as if he’s apologizing as his mouth meets yours and you sigh into the kiss, your mouth falling open to accommodate his tongue’s invasion easily. “I’m never gonna want you to stop.” you admit, breathless.

–

The door to the drama classroom opens and Eddie chuckles to himself. “You finally make it, Emerson?”

“What the hell happened?” Mike Wheeler asks, fuming to himself about having to wait to start the campaign as Gareth flips him off and takes his usual seat at the table after he’s dragged up a chair so you can sit beside him.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, gazing at you in concern. You smile and nod. Just the slightest hint of color creeps into your cheeks. Doe eyes settle on a few telling marks on both your neck and Gareth’s neck and he locks eyes with Gareth to mouth, “Finally?”

You’re toying with the necklace he slipped onto your neck and Eddie catches sight of light glinting off of the silver skull, nearly choking. 

He nods to Gareth, calls his name when he realizes Gareth isn’t actually paying attention. “Emerson, hey.. C’mere, man.”

Gareth wanders over to the side of the classroom Eddie’s standing on, staring out the window.

“What?”

“She’s wearing your necklace. Wanna explain? Did you fuck? What happened?”

“Later, man. But no. No, we  didn’t, okay? But..” Gareth chuckles quietly. “She is my girl. Mine. So none of that stupid flirty shit, alright?”

Eddie chuckles, and he’s snickering until he sees the stern warning look in his best friends blue eyes. “Her little friend the future librarian.. Uh.. she’s more my speed, dude.”

Gareth nearly chokes at this and he’s gaping. “Since when?”

Eddie blows out an exasperated breath and he’s stammering, he’s grumbling and he’s tugging at his hair. “We uh.. We may or may not have had words earlier… I-In the hall. She was goin’ t’ go into the bathroom and kick in the stall door on Molly before she left. Maybe I calmed her  down. Either way, I physically prevented Molly’s murder and Edie, she uh.. She was not happy about it. How’s somethin’ so cute so goddamned murdery, dude?”

Gareth’s doubled over laughing by now because of all of the group, Eddie Munson is the last person one would think gets flustered easily, but here he is. Face all flushed, stammering over his words. Frustrated beyond belief. “Oh, it’s bad bad.” Gareth says it as he stops laughing.

“Fuck you, Emerson.”

“Can we start the damn campaign now?” Mike Wheeler is frustrated.

“Keep your goddamn pants on, kid.” Eddie replies, giving the black haired boy a stern look. Gareth sinks down into the chair beside the one he dragged over for you to sit in and you lean in against his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you sit in on the beginning of a new DnD campaign.

And from what you’re seeing, it definitely looks like a fun game. You’re just not entirely sure you’d ever be able to come close to grasping the complex rules and the thought of an entire character you’d have to come up with, well.. You know you couldn’t do that.

But it’s fun to watch your boyfriend.

At the thought, your heart’s fluttery all over again.

Gareth Emerson is your boyfriend.

This is.. Not how you saw the day ending, not at all.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson fic #gareth emerson imagines #gareth emerson x fem!reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x yn #<- my writing ● gareth emerson #<- warning | see above but also kissing/pda/saliva + use of petnames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( 4 - complete no sci fi au ) ● character ( g. emerson )

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(part 1 here) (part 2 here)

Gareth, in a feat of truly impressive self-restraint, lasted all the way through their band practise before asking.

The four of them packed into Eddie’s van. Gareth had ultimate dibs on the front seat since he’d known Eddie the longest, despite being in different grades. 

“So,” he said, breaking the expectant silence. “Steve Harrington?” 

Eddie groaned and let his head thunk against the steering wheel, not even flinching when the horn sounded. “Please don’t.” 

“Nah, man. It’s all good,” Jeff soothed as he leaned through the gap between the front seats. “We’ve not got a problem with it, but Harrington? Really? Not exactly your type.” 

Eddie laughed humourlessly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Gareth turned in his seat to share a loaded look with the two sat in the back as Eddie started the van. They were planning to find out the all of it.

“And you guys just don’t have a problem with it?” Eddie asked once they were well on the road to Loch Nora. “I know you don’t exactly have the best memories of him from school.”

Eddie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in a rhythm that didn’t even match the tape that was playing quietly. He was nervous and Eddie hated being anything other than completely sure of himself. 

“You’re right, we don’t have the best memories of him, but the guy saved your life, Eddie,” Gareth reminded him gently. 

It was the worst phone call he’d ever received in his life. He couldn’t imagine getting another one like it. Wayne on the other end, breathing shakily as he told Gareth that Eddie was in the hospital, that he wasn’t waking up but that he was going to be okay and that he thought Eddie would really like it if his best friends, his brothers, were there when he woke up. 

It had been hard seeing Eddie like that, small, frail and paler than usual, no rings or battle vest, no Eddie. Steve and Wayne had been sat at his bedside, both just staring into the middle distance, when they had filtered into the room. Gareth remembered so vividly the sinking feeling that he felt at the quiet. Eddie hated the quiet, he was never quiet. 

And maybe it had been the wrong thing to do, to interrupt Steve and Wayne in such a way, but Gareth knew Eddie. Wayne, for all he tried, never really understood his nephew and Steve was clearly a new development.

So he started talking. He talked about school, about the assignment he was working on, and he talked about the girl that worked behind the counter of Camelot, and he talked about his mom chewing him out for almost crashing her car. Jeff and Grant, who knew exactly what he was doing, picked up the thread when it sounded like he was running out of steam. 

He just couldn’t stand to let Eddie exist like that.

Gareth owed him that much. Gareth owed him everything.

Eddie who had stood on lunch tables and made himself the centre of attention, the target, when Gareth couldn’t fight off the tears after getting an F on his history midterm. Eddie who got them their first paying gig as Corroded Coffin and pushed them all to take their music seriously. 

He joked about them being his sheep, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

“Yeah, man,” Grant doubled down. “We can’t hate him anymore. Without him you wouldn’t be here. And you trust him?” 

“With my life,” Eddie confirmed with conviction. 

“Then that’s good enough for us. It’s all water under the bridge,” Jeff concluded. “Now turn that fucking music up, I don’t want to cry in the back of your shitty van, Ed.”

Eddie cracked the music up with a blubbery laugh and all four of them yelled along with Ozzy for the rest of the drive.

The door to the Harrington house was opened before they even got out of the car. Steve stood there, excitement buzzing around him.

"Ed," Gareth stopped him with a hand on his arm before Eddie could scamper off. "Do they know about you?"

Eddie shook his head. "Only Buckley."

Gareth nodded once and jumped out of the van. He was still too short to climb out normally, and at seventeen, he didn't have much hope for a late growth spurt to help him out with it.

“You been waiting for us all this time, Stevie?” Eddie teased as he slammed his door shut.

Steve laughed, stepping out the door with bare feet on the porch so he could accept Eddie’s hug. He didn’t have a shirt on, pink scars on full display, and short yellow swim shorts on. It was nothing short of a miracle that Eddie still had the brain cells to flirt.

“We could hear you guys coming all the way up the street.” He explained as Eddie let go of him. “Ozzy?”

“Oh for fuck sake,” Jeff muttered from his place at Gareth’s shoulder. “How is Ed not seeing this?”

“He had to do senior year three times, dude.” Grant fired back from Gareth’s other side, but still not loud enough for Eddie or Steve to hear. “Steve could plant one on him right now and he’d still find a way to make it a just friends thing.”

Steve, having finally managed to pull his focus away from Eddie long enough to see his other guests, waved them over. “Come on in guys.”

Gareth made sure to share with Steve what he hoped past for a friendly, macho and athletic half handshake as he passed him to go through the door.

“Thanks again for having us. You really didn’t have to invite us,” Grant said, using the good manners his father taught him.

Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “No way, man. I’ve been trying to get Teddy to bring you guys over for ages. He talks about you all the time.”

“You talk about us, Ed?” Gareth asked with a shit eating grin. 

Eddie pushed at his shoulder, sending Gareth stumbling towards the open french doors. “Yeah and I’ll talk about Tammy Thompson if you don’t shut up.” 

Jeff and Gareth snickered together. They knew all about Gareth’s benadryl induced dream about Tammy Thompson because when he told them he was still half high on the same benadryl.

Gareth huffed but didn’t say anything. He didn’t doubt that Eddie would follow through with his threat if pushed. 

Out in the garden, it seemed that the party was already in full swing. There were scattered cans, Robin and Nancy were giggling together at something, and s portable stereo playing The Cure. 

Steve smiled shyly. “We got started without you.” 

His voice seemed to draw the attention of the other four people. They all stopped in the middle of their conversations. 

“Whoa, dude,” The guy with long hair that Gareth didn’t recognise said to break the silence. “Your cult looks super culty.” 

Gareth froze. Jeff and Grant did too. 

But Eddie, determined to always surprise them, just laughed. “Not a cult, my man.” He kicked his shoes off by the door (surprising how little care he paid them since he sulked for a week straight when Jeff accidentally scuffed them) and started making his way over to the sun loungers. “This the legendary Corroded Coffin. Gareth, Jeff and Grant.” 

He pointed them out each in turn then shucked off his shirt and started working the intricate handcuff clasp of his belt. 

Gareth pretended he didn’t hear the strangled noise that came from Steve’s throat. 

“And guys, this is Argyle. You know everyone else.” 

Gareth waved politely but awkwardly and it was returned by a chorus of ‘hello’s.

Once Eddie had divested himself of his jeans, the black swim shorts he had forced underneath them sitting starkly against his pale skin, he dipped back in his jeans pocket to pull out two perfectly rolled joints.

“I brought party favours!” He waved them in front of Argyle’s face how he would sometimes play with the stray cats that skulked around Forest Hills.

Grant groaned. “Eddie, you know I can’t afford weed right now.” 

Eddie scoffed at him. “These’s ones are on the house, Ad-Grant-age. This is a party after all.” 

Steve, somehow having forced himself out of the trace that Eddie’s torso had put him in, was the first to start moving. “You guys can change inside if you want. There’s bedrooms upstairs or the bathroom just past the kitchen. I’ll get some more drinks. Can we switch this tape?” 

The rambling did nothing to hide the redness of his cheeks. If anything it just brought more attention to them. 

“Your tapes are shit, Steveo,” Robin informed him happily. “But this one is also awful, so yes I will change it just for you.” She ignored Jonathan’s annoyed hey and beckoned Steve to follow her. 

Eddie settled on the sun lounger next to Argyle, already having pulled a lighter from somewhere. 

Gareth took that as his cue to drag Jeff and Grant inside to change. 

Jeff, as soon as they were out of hearing range, asked, “When has Eddie ever given us free weed?” 

Gareth shook his head. “I’ve known about this crush for less than a week and I’m already tired of it. We have to do something to get them together.” 

Grant narrowed his eyes. “You already have a plan, don’t you?”

He pushed them both towards the bathroom. “Get changed, our work starts today.”

(part 4)

#steddie #eddie munson #gareth emerson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #bit of a longer one but Gareth was having feelings and i needed to let him have his feelings #pool party/ operation get steve and eddie together planning party next part #again if you asked to be tagged; i don't do that because it makes me anxious and i wouldn't write anything #so figured it was better to write the stuff and not tag people than force myself into anxiety and never post anything again :) #my fic