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I Hate You Eddie Munson

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: CURSING, MENTIONS OF HOOKING UP, MINOR VIOLENCE

SUMMARY: The reader is sure she hates Eddie Munson but when he drunkenly comes to her house her feelings start to shift.

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Eddie Munson.

I feel sorry for any girl who dates him.

Eddie has earned himself a reputation as the freak Satanist at school and the no – good player bad boy at the trailer park.

Every night I watched people come and go from his trailer as they pleased, all hours of the night.

It disgusted me, it irritated me, and honestly, it pissed me off.

Believe it or not, me and Eddie used to be friends.

The best of friends actually, but one day he decided it wasn't worth it, and he decided to throw it all away.

It hurt for a while, dealing with the pain of losing my best friend, and it didn't help we were practically neighbors.

Only three houses down from me was the one person I wanted the most, but he didn't care for me.

He replaced our friendship with drugs and any pussy he could manage to score.

After everything I decided not to let Eddie destroy me, I picked up all the broken pieces and built myself back up again.

Losing Eddie made me see myself in a new light.

The girl I was wasn't who I wanted to be, I had to make a change, so I became the girl I only dreamed of being.

I traded my books for pom poms and my pants for skirts.

I became everything Eddie hated. But for me, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.

Being a cheerleader I finally felted noticed, I felt like I found who I was meant to be.

Cheer also led me to Chrissy.

My new best friend.

She was like an angel in my darkest hours . She helped me find myself and watched me shine.

“You coming to Jason's Halloween party?” Chrissy asked as I shut my locker.

“Cant.”

“What, why!” She whined.

I laughed at her.

“Yeah I totally want to watch Jason and the rest of the basketball team get wasted and make stupid fart jokes.”

“Exactly! That's why I need you there to make it a little enjoyable.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You know you don't have to spend every second with him, right? You can stay home and pass out candy to trick or treaters.”

“But he's my boyfriend, even if his fart jokes are dumb I still love him and want to hang with him.”

“Youre a good girlfriend Chrissy, but I'm still not going.”

She groaned and stomped her foot.

“Fine but you owe me lunch then.”

I smiled.

“If that's what it takes for you to drop it, sure.”

She grabbed my hand and brought me to the cafeteria.

We sat in our usual seats, not to interrupt Jason as he was already on one of his heartfelt speeches.

It was strange to watch all the jocks hung to his every word, it almost reminded me of Eddie.

Both boys would go on these tirades, and each time people were glued to their every word.

Soon, Jason's speech was interrupted as he made eye contact with someone across the room.

“Freaks like him shouldn't be allowed in this school.”

I looked over to see what Jason was talking about.

It was the man himself, Eddie.

“We don't need filth like him here, I wonder how you were even friends with him (y/n).”

All eyes at the table turned to me.

No one asked me about Eddie besides Chrissy.

I was at a lost for words, but I knew i couldn't say nothing, not with all these judging eyes.

“I don't know, but I'm glad I opened my eyes and saw what a freak he is.”

My comment made Jason smile, almost like he approved of it.

Although it made the table happy I felt immense guilt from my words.

I hated Eddie for what he did.

He disgusts me and makes me angry.

But why did it hurt to talk about bad him?

I stayed quiet for the rest of lunch, wondering why I felt a pain in my heart talking bad about the boy I hated the most.

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“Happy Halloween.”

I said, closing my trailer door after giving some kids some candy.

I sent the bowl by the door and went back to the living room, basically throwing myself back on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.

It felt good to finally have a night to myself. No cheer practice, no parents, and no homework.

I finally got to relax and be as lazy as I wanted.

A random black and white horror film was on the TV, and I watched it as I snacked on some popcorn.

It was so peaceful.

But that peace was finally interrupted as the doorbell went off.

More trick or treaters, I thought.

I got up with a smile on my face, ready to greet some cutely dressed up kids.

I opened the door, but my smile fell.

“Hey (y/n).”

Eddie Munson.

I shut the door in his face, but that didn't stop him from knocking.

��(Y/n) please!” I heard him muffle from the door.

What could he possibly want?

In anger I opened the door to tell him off, but one look in his eyes and every nasty word I intended to say disappeared.

"(Y/n)!” He smiled.

“What.” I spat angrily.

He didn't say a word, he just pushed past me.

“Excuse me, you can't just barge into my house!

He laughed.

That's when I noticed his balance was off.

He was fucking drunk.

“Eddie Munson get out of my house!” I yelled.

He still ignored me and sat himself on my couch.

“Oh I love this movie.”

I stormed over to him.

“Get out.”

He finally looked up at me with a massive grin.

“Come here (y/n).” He patted a spot beside him.

“If I do, will you leave?”

“Sure.”

I sat down as far as possible from him.

“There now leave.”

“Not so fast (y/n) i gotta tell you something.”

“I don't want to hear it Munson you're drunk.”

“Maybe but I only have the courage to talk to you like this.”

My eyes softened at him.

He was scared to talk to me.

"I wanted to apologize. Sorry for leaving you as a friend. You were my favorite and I fucked up.”

I clenched my fists. He didn't get to do this, not now, not like this.

“Eddie stop.”

“I want your forgiveness (y/n), i didn't want to hurt you, but i just couldn't be your friend.”

“Youre not getting it. Leave Eddie please.”

In his drunken state, he ignored every word I said.

He wobbly scooted himself closer to me.

“I tried to find other outlets, but my mind always came back to you and when I realized my fuck-up you already moved on, although that hurt I did like seeing you in that little short skirt.”

I pushed myself further from him.

“I went to all those loser basketball games and I watched you. And god did you look good, but seeing you after with all those jocks made me realize I was always right, you deserved better than me, trailer trash Munson.”

My heart dropped, did he really think that about himself?

“Seeing you so happy made me also realize how much I missed you, which is why I came here to say sorry.”

I shook my head.

“No, you don't get to come here drunk and say you miss me. You hurt me Eddie, you left me with no reason and me hate myself. This whole time I thought it was me. I hate you Eddie I want you to leave, i don't want your sorries.”

I stood up and Eddie followed, I went to open the door and push him out, but he turned and pinned me against the wall.

“You know why I stopped being your friend, it because I was scared, I mean, look at you. I couldn't tell you I wanted you more as a friend, I couldn't tell you I loved you.”

My entire world stopped.

Eddie love me?

He hurt me because he loved me?

“No Munson, I'm not doing this. You are nothing but a pig, I will not be one of your hookups, I fucking hate you.”

I rustled around trying to break out of his grap.

“Youre not a hook-up you're the only girl I've ever loved.”

He placed his lips on mine, pulling me into a kiss.

Out of shock and anger I slapped him.

He immediately stooped and his eyes widened.

“Im sorry.” He quietly said.

He let go and stumbled back to the couch.

His head in his hands.

I was shocked.

How do I even process this?

How can I forgive him for what he did?

Most importantly, why did I feel sorry for him?

Why was I angry at the words I said?

I had every right to be mad to be angry, I had every right to hate him, but even when I used those words i didn't mean it.

The truth was Eddie hurt me and I thought I got over it, but i really just shoved it down.

Despite my nasty words, hearing him say he went to my games made my heart tighten, and to hear him say he loved me sent me over the moon.

After everything, he still cared.

The bastard still fucking cared.

Fuck it.

With a sigh, I made up my mind.

I walked back over to the couch and sat beside the sulking boy.

“I'm sorry.”

I received no reply.

I waved my hand in front of his face, only to realize he drunkenly passed out.

Shaking my head, I grabbed the blanket that was sitting on the arm of the chair and draped it around him.

“Goodnight Eddie.” I said before going to my room for the night.

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The next morning, i didn't want to face Eddie.

Everything felt even more weird somehow, but I knew I had to talk to him.

When I left my bedroom I noticed Eddie was gone.

Part of me wished he stayed.

He must have left early sometime in the morning.

I sighed before getting dressed and making my way three trailers down.

Four knocks and the door opened.

“Hey.” A nervous boy answered.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

He moved out of the way, letting me in.

“Look last night I'm so sorry I was drunk and-.”

I cut him off.

“I hate you, Eddie munson."

The boy's eyes saddened but it was almost like he expected this.

“I hate what you did to me, I hate that you bring sluts here, I hate that you annoy me, I hate the way i don't hate youin fact, I hate that even stupidly drunk you made me miss you, made me forgive you, and I absolutely fucking hate the way I love you too.”

I look in his eyes to find his brown pools staring deep in mine.

I've thought I've changed, but one look in those doe eyes I realized I could never give up Eddie.

No matter how he hurts me, how far he pushes me, he will always be a drug that I will always crave.

Eddie replaced me, but I replaced him too.

I thought I belonged where I was, but I was wrong, dead wrong.

I belonged right here with Eddie.

“I hate you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

He smiled and so did I.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, which was greeted and returned lovingly.

#stranger things drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie #stranger things blurb #enemies to lovers #stranger things

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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I am a whore for this man

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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I think we got some chemistry between us

Gareth x gn! Reader

Warnings: cursing, being friend zoned, a menstruation mention

Summary: The only person you wanted to ask you to homecoming didn't and when your on the committee a certain someone comes and sweeps you to the dance floor

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The halls were buzzing with mindless chatter about the upcoming dance.

Girls fussed about what to wear and which boy would ask them, and boys discussed which chick would be worth their time.

Boys at Hawkins High were like dogs, they only had one thing on their mind.

All of them disgusted me except for the select few.

“(Y/n)!” I heard a yell and turned around.

It was Dustin, he greeted me with a geniue toothy grin.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you please sign up with me for the dance committee?”

I laughed.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I got in trouble, and now I have to do it and I would rather not spend my whole night lonely!” He whined.

I shook my head.

“Let me think about it okay, Dusty.”

“Okay, but please (y/n)!”

The bell rang, and I turned on my heel, walking to my next class.

“See ya at lunch!”

Ugh, of course my next class had to be chemistry and of course I had to share it with Gareth.

He was a year older than me.

He flunked last year, and now he's redoing it.

Now him being In the class isn't what is the bad thing, it's my massive, enormous crush on him.

It's like when he's around, I can't contain myself.

I'm awkward and blushy, and I can't even pay attention to anything but him, and it's all his fault.

But the worst part is that I always make a fool of myself because we're friends.

Stupid fucking friends.

I didn't want to just be his friend, I wanted to be his everything.

Though he didn't see me like that, at least, I think.

It's hard to tell with Gareth.

One minute he'll call me a pet name and then go back to calling me dude.

I wasn't a “dude” though.

I was just hopelessly in love with him.

“Hey (y/n)! What's up dude?”

I felt myself cringe internally.

“Hey Gareth.”

“You ready for the torture of today's class?”

I giggled softly.

“It's not that bad.”

“You sure, sweetheart because I literally have no idea what has been going on for the past month.”

I took my seat and Gareth sat right beside me.

“Okay then if you don't know anything how are you even passing?”

“Cheating off of you, of course.”

I playfully scoffed and hit his arm, he laughed in response.

God, he was so gorgeous when he laughed.

His dimples poked out and his smile glistened.

He truly looked like a Greek God, so beautiful that even the heavens cried for him.

“Good morning class, find your seats! Today, we will be continuing-.”

I could even listen to the teacher drone on.

Instead, my mind decided to occupy itself with more important things, like watching Gareth's hands flex and noticing the way his veins curve.

“Hello, earth to (y/n)?”

“Huh?” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Your lab or mine, sweetie?”

“Huh?” I felt myself starting to blush.

“We're doing a partner project.”

“Oh.” I nervously laughed.

“You weren't paying attention, were you?”

“Not a bit.”

He laughed and shook his head, his curls bouncing.

“Well that's just great, it's your fault if we cause an explosion, dude.”

I smiled.

“I'll blame it on you.”

Despite not paying attention for that class period, it went smooth sailing and me and Gareth actually managed successfully to complete the project.

I spent my next classes thinking about him.

I wanted him to so badly ask me to the dance, I could only imagine him dressed up all nice wearing a freaking bow tie.

He'd hold me while we danced, and he'd even kiss me.

It would be the perfect night.

There was no other guy for me but him.

Ever since I've met him, it's always been Gareth.

When the bell rang signaling lunch, my stomach spinned in circles, knowing I was going to see the boy who plagued my mind.

Already feeling nauseous, I chose to skip out on food and took my usual right beside Gareth.

My heart raced and my palms shook.

The things this boy did to me.

“Ah (y/n) have you thought about it yet?” Dustin asked, sitting across from me.

“Thought about what, Dustin?” Eddie questioned.

“I want (y/n)'s help on the homecoming committee, but they won't give me an answer!”

“Maybe I want to go, Dustin?” I interjected, my heart racing as Gareth turned his attention to me.

“You actually want to go to one of those?” Eddie busted out laughing and all the boys joined in.

“What's so bad about it?”

“What's so bad? What's so bad! Those 'parties' are just a popularity contest meant for total posers.”

Gareth jumped in and agreed with him.

“Absolutely everyone who goes to those things are assholes who peak in high school.”

My heart felt like it shattered.

I should've thought about this logically, there was no way Gareth would ever ask me to something like this.

Feeling defeated and humiliated, I stood up.

“Dustin, I'll help you.”

The boy smiled, and I wished I could share his enjoyment, but I couldn't.

I felt like an absolute fool.

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The next day chemistry came and I dreaded it.

I couldn't face Gareth, especially after yesterday.

Just looking at him made me angry.

Why did he have to agree with Eddie?

God, I felt so dumb forever dreaming about going to a dance with him.

I sat at my lab, my head my laid in my folded arms.

“Hey dude, what's up!”

Dude!

I could not do this right now!

“Leave me alone, Gareth.” I spat out bitterly.

“Whoa harsh, is it that time of the month?” He joked lightly punching my shoulder.

I sat up and gave him a death glare.

“Sorry just joking.” He said realizing his mistake.

“You know what Gareth, not everything is a joke.” I spit out bitterly.

“What?” He was confused.

“Just leave me alone.” I grabbed my things and moved to a different seat, leaving him shocked.

Once class was over I raced to my next class, ignoring Gareth trying to talk to me.

When the lunch bell rang I simply just skipped it, hiding out in the library away from all the boys.

I realized how immature I was being, but I really couldn't do this.

I couldn't pretend everything was okay when my feelings were more than hurt.

Once school was over, I was making my way outside when I felt a hand grab me.

It was Gareth.

“Finally! We need to talk.”

I didn't respond, I just stared at him coldly.

“Dude if this is about this morning I'm so sor-”

“It's not about this morning!”

“Then what!”

“Are you really that clueless?”

“Hey!”

There was no going back now.

“I thought I was so obvious with my feelings. Maybe this asshole poser really wanted you to ask them to the dance.”

I shrugged his grip off and walked away.

Leaving him shocked once more.

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The night of the dance felt so bittersweet.

I wanted to be here, but just in different circumstances.

I would rather not be sitting here worrying over the ice melting for the refreshments.

Although I agreed to do this with Dustin, I hadn't seen him in a while making me think he ditched me.

I stood there sadly, jealous of all the couples dancing in front of me.

“Damn, that ice seems like it's melting.”

I turned to see Gareth.

He was all dressed up, just how I imagined it.

“Gareth?”

“Hey.” He smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

He grabbed my hand.

“Making it up to you.”

He pulled me on the dance floor.

It all felt so cheesy, as soon we got there a slow song started to play.

Gareth grabbed my waist and pulled me close, swaying us to the beat.

It all felt too perfect.

“I'm confused Gareth, why?”

“Because you're right I'm dumb, I've liked you for so long, and yet, I call you dude, I say whatever just to look cool like Eddie but this whole time I should've seen it, I should have seen you liked me, the real me. I know I fucked up (y/n) but if you'd have me, I will make it right this time.”

I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He smiled into it and pulled me closer.

His lips fit perfectly with mine, they melted into each other.

I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

“You know Gare I think we got some real chemistry between us.”

“And I thought I was the one who had the good science puns.”

#gareth emerson #stranger things drabble #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth x reader #gareth x fem!reader #gareth x gn reader #gareth x you

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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WONDERSTRUKS MASTERLIST

Smut 🌹 fluff 💌 angst ❤️‍🩹

Gareth Emerson

Sick 💌 Summary: Gareth is sick and he needs your assistance

Pictures 💌 Summary: Gareth is your best friend and he has a secret collection of photos that he does not want you knowing about.

Drum lessons 🌹Summary: You ask Gareth for some drum lessons but unknowingly to you he has other plans in mind.

Mistletoe 💌 Summary: what happens when you and your crush get caught under some mistletoe.

I Think We Got Some Chemistry Between Us💌 Summary: The only person you wanted to ask you to homecoming didn't and when your on the committee a certain someone comes and sweeps you to the dance floor

Eddie Munson

Pretty 💌Summary: Eddie is running late for pick up and you learn some interesting things about him.

I Hate You Eddie Munson💌Summary: The reader is sure she hates Eddie Munson but when he drunkenly comes to her house her feelings start to shift.

#gareth emerson #stranger things drabble #gareth emerson x reader #dad eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson

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Mistletoe

Gareth x gn! Reader

Summary: what happens when you and your crush get caught under some mistletoe

Warings: cursing

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You weren't expecting a kiss under the mistletoe, not from Gareth, especially.

You had been exchanging glances and smiles with him all night long.

It didn't help that you had the hugest crush on the curly headed drummer.

When he finally approached you, you were so taken aback by his sudden presence that you didn’t know what to do.

He was looking at you with that same sweet smile that he always gave when he wanted something.

He was so close to you now and all the other people faded away into nothingness as your eyes met his.

He reached out with one hand and touched your cheek ever so gently before leaning in closer to whisper something in your ear.

You could feel the heat of his breath against your ear as he whispered “looks like we're under the mistletoe,” you looked up, and your eyes went wide, of course you were.

“Well, what does that mean for us?” He grinned at you. “Well, I think we're supposed to kiss,” and then he did just that.

You were so startled that you almost missed the breath you had taken, and for that moment you were staring into his eyes… watching as he leaned forward… pushing himself against you… and closing his eyes as his lips pressed against yours.

And you did the only thing you could.

You wrapped your arms around him and returned the kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you wanted to feel him.

His touch.

Your hand reached out to stroke his hair, and you almost lost it.

He tasted so good.

You were gasping now and there was a soft smile on your face.

His hand pushed against the back of your head.

He wanted you so badly and now you knew it.

You wanted him too.

The sweet kiss was short-lived though.

Someone clearing their throat broke you two apart.

It was Eddie.

“Fucking finally, but can you stop making out in my trailer? It's not a good look, I'm trying to impress the ladies.”

You and Gareth both rolled your eyes.

Once Eddie left you two alone again, Gareth grabbed your hand and led you outside.

The chill of the air was freezing, and the wind made you shiver.

Noticing that, Gareth pulled you into him for some warmth.

“So?”

“So.”

This was awkward.

You let out a giggle and looked up at him.

“Well, I guess you know how I feel about you now.” He said, avoiding eye contact.

“And I guess you know how I feel about you Garebear.”

He smiled down at you, thanking the lord you didn't reject him.

“So then what does that make us?”

Gareth cleared his throat.

“(Y/n) will you be mine?”

You smiled and buried your face in his chest in a tight hug.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for you to ask me that!”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer.

“So, what do you say?”

“Absolutely Gareth Emerson.”

#gareth the great #gareth emerson #stranger things drabble #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gareth headcanons #mistletoe #stranger things blurb #stranger things #christmas #gareth x gn reader #gareth x you #gareth x fem!reader

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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When you've already read all the good fanfics

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Drum Lessons

Perv! Gareth x Fem! Reader (smut)

Warnings: cursing, dirty talk, dry humping/ clothed sex, smut (mdi 18+)

Summary: you ask Gareth for some drum lessons but unknowingly to you he has other plans in mind.

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“And now hit that one.”

“Like that?”

You lean forward, moving your clothed core against his cock.

He rolled his eyes to the back of his head and inhaled sharply.

“Mhm.”

You forcefully banged down on the cymbals, sending shockwaves through your body causing you to unconsciously move again.

Gareth groaned and his grip on your thigh tightened.

His fingers digging into your exposed flesh made you feel uncomfortable in your current position, so you went to lean over, but he stopped you.

He grabbed your hips and started to grind himself into you.

Your cheeks flushed instantly.

“Gareth?”

“Shut up, you started this now you're gonna finish it.”

“What?”

You were embarrassed you just wanted to learn the drums, you didn't mean to make him strain in his jeans.

“Gare I didn't-.”

He roughly stopped his motions.

“I told you to shut up, such a bad girl, do I need to teach you a lesson?”

His words sent an ache between your legs, a wetness already forming between your slick.

You didn't mean for this to happen, but what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't help him?

You raise your hips before grinding down on him.

“Mmm, there you go princess.”

You repeated your last action, but this time he raised his hips up to clash with yours.

The friction felt perfect in just all the right places.

You let out a soft whine, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

He pushed your hair to the side and began to attack your neck in wet, hot kisses.

His breath against you was enough to drive you wild.

“Gareth.”

“You love this, don't you? Such a pretty little slut for me?”

His filthy fucking words got to you, they made you dripping in your panties, at this point you were so wet that you were sure grinding against Gareth was going to make you cum in your pants.

“Oh fuck!”

Gareth moved one hand from your hip and slipped it under your shirt.

He ferociously started to attack your sensitive buds with his fingers, circling the soft skin and tugging on it.

The gesture made you arch your back, but he was quick to pull your hips back down against his.

His pace of his harsh thrusts started to pick up, the mere pleasure you were feeling had you literally drooling.

“You're so bad, baby, you love the fact that I'm using you as my little fuck toy.”

“Mmm Gareth please.”

His hand left your tender breast, he slowly dragged his finger down your chest and all the way down your abdomen until he got to where he wanted to be.

His thumb pushed down on your clothed clit and harshfully started to rub long, antagonizing circles on it.

You felt like crying out.

The pure pleasure this boy was giving you almost made you give up.

It was all too much, his hands, his kisses, his hips, his fucking dirty mouth.

“Shit pretty girl I'm so close, you want me to cum in my pants? Show you just how filthy you are? Making me cum in my own jeans?”

You could even form a reply, you simply nodded and focused on all of his assaults.

“I didn't hear that?” He said, slamming up into you.

“Shit!”

He did it again, but this time even harder that you rocked against him.

“Use your word's princess.”

“Fuck Gareth, show me how filthy I am!”

You could feel his smirk behind you, that bastard, he knew what he was doing to you.

He moved his hand from your clit, and you wanted to protest, but he put both his hand on your hips and started to feverishly pound into you.

You bounced on top of him, tears welling in your eyes at the friction, knowing you wouldn't last long not at this rate.

You grabbed both his wrists as Gareth let out a string of cuss words.

You felt his crotch become wetter, you had done it, you had made him cum in his pants.

He continued to thrust riding out his orgasm, bringing you to your own.

Your toes curled as you yelled out his name, not caring if anyone heard.

He made you feel like this, your Gareth.

Soon the room was filled with nothing but heavy breaths.

“You okay?” Gareth asked.

You turned around on his lap now straddling him offering him a warm smile.

“I love how you just called me your fuck toy and now ask if I'm okay?” You stated to giggle.

“Hey, you love when I talk dirty to you!” He joined you and laughed softly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked his lips.

“I'm good though, Gareth.”

“Good, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Unknowingly to you, this was Gareth's plan the whole time.

He had been fantasizing about making you cum while sitting at his very own drum set, there had been so many nights that he would jerk to the thought.

So, when you asked to learn the drums, he knew it was finally time to put his plan into action.

#gareth emerson #stranger things drabble #gareth emerson x reader #gareth x reader #perv gareth #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #gareth x fem!reader #gareth smut #gareth x you

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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It's not fair how absolutely gorgeous they look 😑 curse their big beautiful eyes 🥲

Yes, they many be doe-eyed trash boy goblins...

But they are MY doe-eyed trash boy goblins.

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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Pictures

Bestfriend! Gareth x Gn! Reader

Summary: Gareth is your best friend and he has a secret collection of photos that he does not want you knowing about.

Warings: Gareth is a bit of creep, mentions of masterbation, and cursing!

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Gareth didn't know what possessed him to feel the way he did, he didn't know how to deal with his feelings, and he didn't understand why the universe forced him to be in love with his best friend.

All he knew is that he could never tell them. The mere idea of you turning him down was enough to kill the poor boy. Not even to mention what it would do to your friendship.

So, he did what he thought was best, he suffered in silence.

The only thing he had was his pictures. Pictures that he took of you when you didn't notice.

Sure, it sounds creepy, but that was never his intention.

He purely just loved the way you looked, the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, and the way your smile matched your personality.

To Gareth, you were an absolute dream, and going back and looking at these pictures makes his heart flutter.

Whenever he has a bad day, he'll take the box containing the images and just stare at them, reliving the good days he's spent with you in his head.

Even if you weren't there, you still made him the happiest.

“Gare! You did not just say that!”

“It's true! Ozzy will always be better than David Lee Roth.”

You giggled and softly punched his shoulder.

“Hey, I'm driving here!”

“I hope you total your car, that's what you get for saying that!”

“Dang so evil!”

You laughed again and leaned deeper in the passenger seat.

“I'm sorry! You are okay though, did I hurt you?”

His heart fluttered, of course you would ask that.

His cheeks started to flush.

“You totally broke my arm! Gonna have to chop it off now.” He said sarcastically.

“Jerk.” You joked back.

Soon you pulled up to his house.

A place you have become so familiar with, a place that felt like a second home to you.

“Home sweet home!” You cheered.

Home.

You thought of this as home, and that made Gareth's head spin.

Racing out the car you jogginged up the doorsteps and to the door.

“Beat you!”

Gareth didn't care in fact, he liked watching you from behind.

He rolled his eyes and unlocked the door.

“Hey I'm gonna take a quick shower, that okay with you?” He said, shutting it behind him.

“Sure, but can I watch a movie in your room?”

“You know you don't have to ask, but yeah, unless it's pretty in pink I hate the movie.”

And oh how he did hate that movie.

A girl who's best friend was in love with her, and she turned him down for someone better. It all seemed a little too real for Gareth.

“You love it and you know it!”

You both parted ways, and you started to tear apart Gareth's room looking for his VHS tapes.

You swear every time you come over, he hides them.

Sighing, you fall to your knees and bend to look under the bed.

There was a ton of junk down there, but something caught your eye.

It was a box.

The box was brown with a golden trimming to it.

Gareth had never shown you this before, he's your best friend he shows you everything.

You grabbed the box and pulled it towards you.

Taking a little look wouldn't hurt anything, right?

You pushed it open and took in a deep breath.

“What?”

It was photos of you, most you had no idea existed.

You picked up one where you were smiling while holding an ice cream cone, you remembered that day it was two summers ago, and you begged Gareth to buy you one, but you didn't know he took this.

You sat it back down just as the door opened, revealing Gareth with dripping wet hair.

His eyes turned into pure terror when he noticed what you were doing.

“Gareth, what is this?” You nervously ask.

“You weren't supposed to see that.”

“Gareth, what is this!” You ask more sternly.

“They're pictures.”

You slammed the box down in annoyance.

“Why do you have them? When did you take them? Do you masturbate to them or something?”

“NO! God No.” He interjected.

Sighing, he sat down the bed.

“Then why do you have them, and why are there so many of them?”

“Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, okay?”

You jumped at his stern tone.

Was he mad that you found this?

But you also felt your stomach flutter.

He found you beautiful.

“You think I'm beautiful?”

“The prettiest thing, you have no idea how long I've loved you.”

Your eyes fell to shock, your mouth started to dry, he loved you?

“For how long?”

“Since seventh grade.” He admitted.

You sighed and sat up on the bed with him.

“No, please don't.”

“What?”

“Please not here, please don't break my heart, I'm my own house.”

“Gareth Emerson, you listen to me right now.”

The boy looked up at you longingly.

“I love you too.”

His cheeks flushed.

“What?”

You bent down and grabbed the box, placing it between the two of you.

You pushed around and looked for a certain one, he had to have a photo of it.

And lucky for you, he did.

You grasped it and smiled, shoving it into his hands.

“This day is the day I fell for you.”

It was a photo of you sitting next to his drum set. The whole day he was teaching you how to play, and every little touch he gave you sent butterflies swirling in your stomach you knew that day that you loved him, but you vowed to never tell him, well, that was until now.

He smiled at you.

“You still suck at the drums.”

“Hey you're not perfect either stalker!”

He laughed.

“I am not a stalker. I can't help it, you're just so pretty, I had to capture the moment.”

You giggled as he started at you.

His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

Noticing this, you leaned over and captured his lips against your own.

The feeling was absolutely foreign, you never knew how much you craved this until it finally happened.

You sighed as he pulled away.

“Totally epic.”

You rolled eyes.

“Now tell me, honestly, have you ever masturbated to these photos before?”

“Gareth?”

“GARETH?”

#gareth x reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth the great #stranger things drabble #gareth fluff #best friend gareth #gareth x gn reader #gn!reader

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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Rockstar! Dad! Eddie x Fem! Teacher! Reader

Summary: Eddie is running late for pick up and you learn some interesting things about him.

Warnings: Fluff!

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A/n: this one is based off of @luveline 's Eddie and Roan series (which you should totally check out), I absolutely adore dad Eddie and knew I had to make this, so enjoy and happy reading♡

“Now he wasn't hungry any more- and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. ”

"Because he was a butterfly?"

I smiled kindly at the little girl sitting beside me.

"Correct! Good job Carlee!"

She beamed brightly up at me.

"My daddy taught me that! He told me caterpillars turn into butterflies."

"Did he now?"

"Yeah! He also told me I could be anything I want when I grow up. Do you think I can be a caterpillar? Like the one in the book."

"Absolutely, you'll be the best little caterpillar around!"

"Ms.(y/n) can I color?"

I held in my laughter at how fast she changed her attention to something else.

"Absolutely go get get your pencil box and some paper."

She happily skipped to her cubby.

I looked down at my watch and noticed just how late her father was running.

"Hey Carlee, do you know where your daddy is?"

"Probably at the stu-deeo."

I nodded to no one but myself.

Of course he was. I mean it made sense.

Eddie Munson the actual Rockstar.

When I first learned who her dad was, it surprised me.

First, because he was absolutely rich and famous, and secondly, because he wasn't anything like the tabloids made him out to be.

He was a genuine guy who cared about nothing more than being the best dad he could be.

It made my heart melt a little to see all the affection he had for his little girl, she was his world.

"I DONE!"

I snapped out of my own thoughts and put all my attention on Carlee.

"May I see?"

She smiled before slamming the paper down in front of me.

"This is beautiful Carlee!" I praised her.

"I know! I'm gonna ask daddy to hang it on the fridge. I added all his favorite things so I know he'll love it."

I smiled down at the girl.

"That's very sweet of you."

"I know and look." She pointed to a small stick figure, "it's me."

She moved her finger downward.

"And this is Rosco. He's our doggy."

She moved again.

"And this is you!"

My face contorted in confusion.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah! My daddy talks about you all the time, he says you're so pretty."

My face flushed beet red.

"He does?"

She nodded.

"Do you think he's pretty?"

My heart dropped at this awkward interaction.

"I am so sorry I'm late!"

Saved by the bell.

"DADDY!" Carlee screeched, abandoning her belongings and running up to Eddie for a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you sweet girl, did you have a good day?"

"Yeah Ms.(Y/n) let me color."

"That was nice of her. Did you say thank you?"

"Thank you Ms.(y/n)!"

I let out a small laugh.

"Your welcome Ms.Carlee."

"Alright my little germlin, get your stuff from your cubby so we can get out of here."

The little one raced to collect all her things.

"Hey listen, I'm so sorry about running behind today, I feel so terrible for making you stay after like this."

I looked up at Eddie, "it's alright. I absolutely adore Carlee. I don't mind staying over, she's a good kid."

He smiled at me.

God he looked so cute when he smiled.

I felt my chest tighten.

"Ms. (Y/n), you never answered, do you think my daddy is cute too?"

I felt like I had stopped breathing.

Did she really just ask this?

I could feel my face heating up.

If only I looked over I would see Eddie in the same predicament.

"Yes Carlee, your dad is very pretty."

I couldn't stop the words from coming out my mouth.

I didn't want to lie and offend the little girl.

She smiled and gripped onto the bag that was two sizes too big for her.

"Pretty, huh?"

I refused to make eye contact with him out of embarrassment.

"Awe don't go shy Ms.(Y/n) I think you're pretty too." Eddie said.

I curiously looked at him to see him smirking at me.

"How about as an apology for making you stay late, I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow, my treat."

This isn't real.

This could not actually be happening.

I had to be dreaming.

"Sure."

"Good I'll see you tomorrow then."

He held out his hand for the little one, she was quick to grab it and drag him away from the classroom, but I could still hear their conversation.

"Is Ms.(y/n) my new mommy now?"

"We'll talk about this in the car."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #dad eddie munson #dad eddie #fem reader #eddie #munson #rockstar eddie munson #teacher reader

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