#gareth emerson imagine

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hiii❤️, how are you?

I wonder if you can do a gareth x "cheerleader" reader, and they are dating in secret and the reader has a younger brother who plays dnd, but he has nobody to play with except reader and the brother is too shy ask them or eny one to play.

(the little brother is around Erica's age)

(Sorry, my English is not so good, and sorry if the request is too complicated or you are not able to right it. I hope you have a good day and night, sorry again if you can't make it)

this is such a sweet request, love! it's a bit short, since I'm only doing dialogues right now (although it turned into a drabble), so I hope that's okay 😊 your English was really good, love don't worry 😁 thanks for being the first one to request Gareth 🥰 Warnings: none Disclaimer:  I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

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New Player

"There you are, sweetheart" Gareth smiled and stopped playing his drums as soon as you appeared in his garage. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me" he pouted, making you smile and give him a peck on the lips.

"I could never do that" you argued as he kissed you again, a little deeper this time. "Sorry, love. Practice ran late" you explained while he led you to the sofa in his garage. When you sat down he pulled your legs to rest on top of his and placed his arm on the back of the sofa.

"It's okay, love" he smiled. "How was practice?"

"It was fine" you said, resting your head on his arm. "How was your campaign?"

"It was fun" he said, smiling.

"Yeah?" you asked, tiredly and he kissed your head. "Do you have band practice today?"

"Nope, not today" he shook his head. "Today I'm all yours" he smiled, kissing you again.

"Lucky me" you smiled.

"You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he started to get off the couch but you quickly pulled him back.

"Um... can I ask you something?" you asked, looking at his hand between yours. "You can say no if you want to" you muttered, making him frown. It wasn't usual for you to be shy around him.

"I hardly think that will be the case. It's pretty impossible for me to say no to you" he said, pulling you closer and making you smile shyly at him. "What's going on sweetheart?"

"Well, remember when you told me that Eddie asked Mike and Dustin to look for someone to join Hellfire because Lucas wasn't showing up?"

"Yeah, it was a few days ago" he mentioned.

"And they got Erica, right?" you asked and he nodded. "Well, I just wanted to ask um... because I kind of thought that Hellfire was only for people in high school but um... well, since Erica joined I thought um..." you said, playing with his hand. "I was wondering if... maybe Charlie could join you sometime?"

"Charlie?" he frowned. "Your brother Charlie?"

"Well, he's friends with Erica and she told him about Hellfire and I thought-"

"He plays?" he interrupted you and you understood why he was so confused.

"Yeah, he does" you nodded.

"How come I didn't know this?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess it hasn't come up. Like I said, I thought Hellfire was a high school thing and-"

"You still could have told me he played" he chuckled.

"Well, it's just... he's really shy and he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't think he's really good at it but I think he is" you explained. "Or... maybe he's regular and he's just good because I'm horrible at it-"

"Hold on!" he said, now completely shocked. "You play?"

"I uh- w-well, not really. I just play with Charlie because he has nobody to play with but I have died several times" you explained.

"Really?" he chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me!" you pouted. "There are a lot of rules and, I am really bad at it and-"

Gareth cut you off by pulling you closer and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to laugh" he assured you. "It's really sweet that you play D&D with Charlie" he said. "I sometimes get invited when my sisters throw tea parties" he confessed.

"You do?" you asked, smiling sweetly at him and he nodded, feeling his cheeks blush a little. "That's adorable" you said, kissing his cheek and moving closer to him.

"Well, if you want, and if you don't mind telling your brother about me, then maybe we can get together to play D&D, and if he likes, I can talk to Eddie about him joining Helfire" he suggested. "If Charlie wants" he added.

"Really?" you asked, excitedly, moving closer to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You would do that?"

"I told you it's pretty much impossible for me to say no to you" he said before you leaned in to kiss him again. "You can tell him we're friends if you prefer" he suggested.

"I think he would like to meet my boyfriend" you smiled. "If you're okay with that" you said.

"I'd like that" he smiled before he kissed you again. "And if you're okay with it... maybe... I can tell the guys in Hellfire?" he asked, hopeful. "Or just Eddie, if you prefer, he can keep a secret-"

"Do you he's gonna freak out?" you asked, nervously.

"Oh, yes, definitely" he chuckled, kissing you again. "I can't wait!"

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it!

[petersbaby]

I’m kinda fucked up rn, I’m posting this anyways because I know my Gareth girlies are out there and I love you guys

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

Warnings: Gareth is a virgin, boner talk, male masturbation, smut, first time sex, mutual pining, awkwardness, I don’t like talking about condoms they gross me out but I tried to use one for once

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It was a small party of sorts at Steve’s house, and of course Eddie was going to be there because that’s his boyfriend.

Eddie tried to invite all the people from the club, so his friends can meet Steve and Steve’s friends, hoping everyone could kind of merge and coexist but you and Gareth were the only two to show up out of the group.

The rest were just a few of Steve and Eddie’s mutual friends, including Robin. Lately, Eddie’s been on your ass about a certain something and he sees it as some sort of sign that you and Gareth both came.

“It’s been way too long. Just go fucking tell him.” Eddie begs you.

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

“That you literally want to fuck him. Have you seen this dude? Zero chance he’ll reject you. He’s such a virgin he’d probably cream his pants just from you speaking to him.”

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

“That’s just it, I don’t wanna like… fucking corrupt him.”

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

“Yep.” He shrugs. “He wants you too, it’s so PAINFULLY obvious to everyone except you guys. We’re all tired of hearing about it.” He gestures to the rest of your shared friends.

“No, I- I don’t believe you. He doesn’t like me, that’s why I haven’t fucking said anything.” You whisper, now.

“Alright.” Eddie announces a little louder than he needs to be, and gets up. He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you.

“No, no, no. Eddie, stop, I’m so serious.”

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

You start to try and run the other way, away from this confrontational situation, but Eddie catches you.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like taking care of literal children. If you won’t say it, I will. Y/N, Gareth has a huge crush on you. Gareth, Y/N is practically obsessed with you, won’t shut up about how cute you are.”

You put your head in your hands.

“There, I said it, now be normal human beings.” He says, patting you both on the shoulder and walking away, leaving just the two of you standing near the kitchen while everyone else was in the living room, in another world.

“I’m sorry. About him, uh, yeah. I don’t know why he did that.” You say quietly, looking at the ground.

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a relief. I don’t think either of us were gonna say something.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

-

“Okay, so we’re locked in here.” You sigh.

“Yeah..” he agrees.

Eddie basically shoved you two into a hall closet, yelling about “seven minutes in heaven,” which was a stupid game thing you thought only middle schoolers did. You protested, but he was very insistent, and you gave up. He was just fucking with you two, being extra mischievous tonight for some reason.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him, right? You don’t need to do anything, you know, sexually. It’s perfectly fine to not want to.”

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“Don’t know. Nervous, I guess. Just really nervous.”

“Would it help if I made the first move?”

He nods.

You lean in quickly after that to press your lips against his. Even though he knew it was coming, it still shocked him, enough to jump a little a draw back.

“No? It’s okay.” You try to reassure him despite all the mixed signals you were getting from this boy.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

“You do it then. I know you can.” You smile.

This time he leans in, despite his anxiety screaming in his brain. It’s sweet, so sweet, and his lips are soft and gentle. You reach up to rest your hand on the side of his face, lightly rubbing your thumb against his cheek while you kiss him.

His hands find your waist and rest there while you try to let him lead so you don’t overwhelm him. But soon, he suddenly pushes you against the wall. Not too rough but not as gentle as he had been, but you liked it either way, draping your arms over his shoulders.

This was something you’d always wanted, to kiss him, and you never thought it would happen in a million years. You thought he probably thought of you as just one of the guys, but apparently he didn’t. He adored you, but he’d never say that to you out loud.

You make out with him to the point you almost can’t breathe but couldn’t bare breaking the kiss to get air. You fingers tangled in his soft, curly hair, accidentally pulling it a little forgetting that to some people that just hurts. He didn’t say anything, though, and you just continued running your fingers through his locks at the back of his head.

“Seven minutes are up!!” Eddie calls, walking towards the closet to free you.

“Shit, um..” Gareth looks down, which was a mistake because it made you look down too.

“Oh.”

He got a boner just from kissing you, but now that your time is up, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s not your fault.” He laughed a little.

“So, what’d you two get up to in here?” Eddie asks, after swinging the door open. Gareth moves quickly past him and into the bathroom as swiftly as he can.

“You can’t just put people in closets, Eddie.”

“I did, though, so yeah. I can. Please tell me you at least kissed.”

“That is SO none of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Finally.” He exclaims the last word. You walk back with him to where everyone was gathered in the living room and once you sat down, you started daydreaming about what Gareth’s doing in there. You know what he’s doing, realistically, but you couldn’t stop imagining it.

In the bathroom, he stands in front of the sink with his dick in his hand, desperately fucking his fist just needing to get this out of his system. Instead of having to see his reflection in the mirror in front of him, he shut his eyes and thought of you.

God, all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. But just then, the way you kissed him deep, the way your fingers tangled in and pulled on his hair, the way he had you up against the wall. He finishes quickly thanks to these thoughts and mental images, release spurting out into the sink and the last bit of it dripping onto his hand.

He tries to catch his breath, washing his hands and cleaning up his mess, then looked at himself. He fixed his hair to look as normal as possible, cooled off, and went back to join everyone.

“Where the hell have you been?” Steve asks, only just noticing the boy’s absence.

“I had to use the bathroom, okay?” He answers defensively.

“Okay, jeez.” Steve said, raising his hands.

Gareth finds that his previous seat had been taken, and looks around nervously. You lock eyes with him and pat the place beside you on the couch. He smiles shyly and comes to sit.

As you all watched the movie, and no one was paying attention, you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, scooting closer. You leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, and he smiled secretly.

He made you feel all warm and happy on the inside, just like the perfect boy. That night really solidified your feelings for him, and you hope it did to him too. You thought about him a lot. Were you on his mind too?

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Well, maybe tonight you could find out. DND was done and a couple of people were going back to Eddie’s for some beers or whatever alcohol his uncle had around. It was a Friday, after all.

When you got dropped off, it looked like everyone was already there. That meant he was too. He didn’t have a car, so he had to have ridden with somebody. Why did you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of going into Eddie’s trailer? Since when is that a big deal?

You pushed it aside, the nervousness, and stepped in anyway.

“HEY, look who’s here. Thought you weren’t coming for a while there.” Eddie says.

“Sorry, I had to go home and change and everything, you know..”

“Alright, so… drinks. We’ve got two options. You ready?”

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

“Oh, god. Terrible. They’re both terrible. A beer, I guess.”

He laughs and gets you one. You head into the living room again where everyone is, taking a sip of the shitty and not very cold beer.

The couch is full so you take a seat on the floor, it looked like they were all passing a joint around. When it comes to you, you decline, giving it to the next person. The next person was Gareth, who also declined.

“You guys are total losers.” Eddie said, calling you out for not participating.

“I’m not a loser, I just don’t wanna be high.” Gareth says defensively.

“Yeah, me neither. Realistically, I don’t even want this beer. It’s gross, Eddie.”

“Well when none of us are 21 yet, you take what you can get.”

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“I’m tired of sitting on the floor. Can me and Gare go hang out in your room?”

“Go have fun, you crazy kids. We’ll be in here, watching TV and talking VERY loudly.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, walking back to Eddie’s bedroom while Gareth follows and shuts the door behind him.

“Listen, I’m not trying to push anything on you. I didn’t want time alone to do that stuff, I just wanted to spend time with you.” You say, sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah, okay. I wanna spend time with you too.” He laughs. So cute.

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

You lay down together, becoming intertwined, resting your head on his chest. You stay that way for a while, you could’ve stayed that way forever.

“Hey,” he says after about 15 minutes, and you lift up, resting on your elbow.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

His lips come to meet yours and they melt together, and suddenly so do your bodies. They press against each other, radiating heat and warmth. He wants more, he wants more so bad, but he doesn’t want to push it and he also just doesn’t know how to ask. His hand is on your waist again, hovering slightly.

“Could I- would it be okay if-“ he starts.

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

“You can do literally whatever you want to me.” You assure him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Immediately hard as a rock, immediately entranced. It was true, in your defense, you liked him *so* much,

“I mean it.” You whisper.

His hand starts to move, ending up on your ass, squeezing tightly. It also pulled you impossibly closer to him, bodies pressed together. You put your hand on his face again, holding it sweetly but firmly while you kiss.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouths again, more familiar this time, and his hand moves up to squeeze one of your tits while the other arm props him up on his side. He needed more than this, he needed to feel your skin.

He slipped his hand into your sweater from the bottom, moving up until he felt your bare breast which he wasn’t fully expecting. He thought you were wearing something, anything underneath but you weren’t.

His cool fingers run over your hard nipples, making you gasp a bit, and so he goes farther and pinches one of them which makes you squeak in surprise. He just continued to feel your torso, hands running all over your stomach and chest and hips and tits.

You reached for the bottom hem of the sweater and pulled it off over your head, letting him be able to see what he’s doing, and his eyes grew wide as saucers. His eyes wandered shamelessly, curiously, all over, nearly burning a hole in you.

“You… you like them?” You ask, giggling a little bit. He was so beyond fascinated and you could see that.

“Yes, holy shit, yes.” He responds almost under his breath.

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

You take some of his soft locks in your hand and guide him down, wanting him to try sucking on or licking your nipples. He does, latching on quickly, expertly.

You start to melt now, holding onto his hair while you moan quietly. He climbs on top of you and brings his mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He gets the idea to move up to your neck, and starts kissing there.

This is where you totally fall apart, your weakness. Your noises encourage him to kiss your neck with more passion and fervor and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh.

You reach down to grab onto it, palm it, and he sucks a particularly harsh mark onto your neck in the sweet spot when you do. You’ll definitely have a bruise, but you don’t mind at all.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your shoulder, stopped for a moment.

“You okay?” You check in, pushing him up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Think I’m just… god, I’m nervous. That’s so embarrassing.”

“No, that’s okay.” You reassure. “What do you want?”

He burns red. He’s not gonna be able to say it out loud himself.

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I do too. But Gare, we can stop at any moment. Just tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” He breathes.

You reach down to untie the strings on the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them off your body, leaving you in pink panties in front of him.

You feel him staring again, at the sight of you anxiously squeezing your legs together and waiting for him to make the next move.

You were so turned on it was unbelievable, with him have not even touched you there yet. You were sure you were soaking. He fumbles with his button and zipper, looking behind him.

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

“Oh. Good.” He half-laughed, because that is indeed what he was checking for. He takes his pants off and climbs back on top of you, only in his t shirt and boxers now.

He slots himself between your legs after you happily spread them for him. You could feel his cock so much better now, rock solid and a really nice size. He ruts his hips up against you, only the barriers of your respective underwear blocking the way.

He buries his face between your shoulder and neck, kissing on it again, and his hard cock continually presses against your cunt. You accidentally moan, a moan too loud for the situation, but you just have to hope no one heard it because you couldn’t help it.

“Shh,” he soothes, covering your mouth with his.

“Sorry,” you whisper, into the kiss, smiling. You can feel him smiling too.

“Should- can- what should we…”

“It’s up to you, remember? Whatever you want, however you wanna do it.” You remind him, trying to give him some confidence.

“Right. Can I take these off, then?” He asks, slipping his finger into the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please do.”

You didn’t want to come off as desperate and impatient, but you were growing to be. It wasn’t his fault, though, you had to remind yourself he’s never done this before. He does, pulling the fabric down your legs and leaving you bare. Quickly after that, he pulls his own underwear off.

“I’m really wet, so whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“Oh, shit, okay. Wait, don’t we need a condom?”

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

You didn’t need one, being on birth control, but you wanted to do whatever made him more comfortable. He digs around in the nightstand and quickly finds some, taking one and putting it on.

“Okay.” He repeats, finally ready. You smile as if to tell him ‘go ahead’. You immediately learn that he isn’t familiar with easing into it, as he fills you up completely right away. This made you gasp, but luckily not too loud.

“Ohh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans.

“So good, you feel so good. Start moving, baby boy.”

That slipped out. That did slip out but he did not seem to mind the pet name at all, only listening to what you said and starting to thrust in and out.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, only letting whimpers and soft moans out every now and then. You looked him in the eyes longingly, even though he was right there, and you felt yourself starting to love him in that moment.

He lets his dominant hand roam up to your throat, only to rest there. Thinking. You nod, reading his mind, answering his silent question and he squeezes gently. Soft but intoxicating. He continues to choke you with his big hand wrapped around your neck and leans down to kiss you again.

He finds a rhythm he likes, and starts to fuck you with more confidence. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he still stretched you out and reached pretty deep inside.

Amazingly full of him, you still keep your noises quiet as much as you can. You couldn’t believe it, Gareth, you and Gareth were having sex. If the you from a month ago heard that, she would say “no fucking way.” But here you were. He wasn’t being super vocal, so you only hoped he felt good too. Damn, it would be nice to hear him though.

“Still okay?” You ask.

“The best.” He replies, and you smile.

He moves his hand from your throat back to fondling your breast, other one holding up his body weight over you.

He ends up getting quite aggressive while chasing his high, slamming into you quickly and filling the room with the sounds of sex. You think back to what Eddie said about watching TV and talking loudly and you stop worrying about that.

You were close, walls fluttering around him, but you knew you most likely wouldn’t get to finish. You’d just do it yourself later when you got home. The memory of this will be more than enough to masturbate to for a really long time, you think.

Coincidentally, he starts getting sloppy, thrusting haphazardly and clearly searching for something. Determined, he soon found it, cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom and let out a long string of curse words and groans when he came.

He once again leant forward, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. Neither of you wanted to move, and the pressure of him on top of you was so comforting, but eventually he had to.

-

Once all was done, you lay together, just as you had started out.

“Do you… like, actually like me?” He asks, head turning to you.

“No shit, Gareth. Yes, I like you.” You say sarcastically. You hope it didn’t come out mean. Thankfully it didn’t, because he laughed.

“So, you can totally tell me to fuck off if this is stupid, but… do you want to be together? You and me? Or is that stupid-“

You shut him up with a kiss, because he would’ve rambled on forever and you already had the answer.

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

“Oh, okay. Cool, cool.” He laughs, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. You melt into his arms, but you get interrupted when he suddenly realizes something.

“Oh, shit. I’m terrible.” He says, out of nowhere.

“You are not. Why?”

“You were supposed to… finish….too. You didn’t- I did something wrong.” He says, covering his face with his hands.

“I don’t care about that. It’s okay, I promise. If it bothers you that much, you can next time. I’ll help you.”

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

“Yeah? I just kinda assumed there’d be a next time..”

“Yes. No, you’re right, there will be. I just liked the sound of that.”

[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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GARETH APPRECIATION POST!!!!

Bc he’s so cute and he deserves the world🤧💞🥹

[myuninterestinglifestory]

GARETH E. X GN!READER : MOVIE NIGHT TURNED TO CUDDLES. 🤭

Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

The basement smelled like teenage boy and feet. The Hellfire Club was stretched out across the couches, fixated on The Goonies. The tape whirred and clicked wildly in the VHS player, the static popping of the screen occasionally scaring one of the boys. Gareth was half asleep, holding a half empty bowl in his arms, popcorn spilling onto the carpet. Y/n slid off their couch and crawled over to Gareth.

"Hey, Gareth," They muttered. "I'm gonna eat your popcorn, okay?"

Gareth mumbled, "Nah, don't take my... popcorn..."

"You're not eating it..."

"Issss mine!" He yanked the bowl away from Y/n. They sat next to him and snatched a handful out of the bowl. "Stop it!"

"Oh, come on, GareBear. You're asleep!" Y/n slipped their fingers into Gareth's hair, playing with his curls.

"I am not," Gareth's heavy voice contradicted his words. "'M wide awake." He leaned into Y/n's touch, "Can you braid it again?"

Y/n grinned, "For some popcorn."

"Hate you," Gareth sighed as he offered up the bowl. Y/n took a handful of popcorn and threaded Gareth's hair into braids.

"You know, you look--"

"Stop talking over there!" Eddie screeched at the pair, eyes not leaving the screen.

Y/n lowered their voice and leaned down to Gareth, laying his head in their lap. "You look real cute when you let me do your hair."

"I do not." He protested, blushing a bit at the proximity. He couldn't be this close to his crush without showing his affection towards them. "But in what way?"

Y/n hummed in response. "What do you mean?"

"Like, cute in a dateable way, or..."

"Yeah, sure," Y/n pecked Gareth's forehead. "Go to sleep, Garebear."

"Fineee," Gareth mumbled, getting comfortable in Y/n's lap. They tossed a blanket over Gareth and leaned back a little bit, trying to fall asleep in a good position. "You alright?"

"Totally perfect," Y/n tenatively touched Gareth's hand and he eagerly interlocked their fingers. Gareth gently brushed his lips across Y/n's knuckles. "That's even more perfect."

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cuddle bug - gareth emerson

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requested: yes! requests: open! Gareth!!!!!! saw you were looking for requests for him and I was so excited snnsnsnsjsbs i’d absolutely adore anything cute and cuddly like nap time in Gareth’s room just something warm it’s cold here rn and it’s all I can think about Thank you!!!

AN: wahh so cute! gareth definitely would be super cuddly i think :') thank you for your request and i hope you enjoy &lt;;33

wordcount: 1.447 warnings: she/her reader, gareth has a little sister,

No place better to be than in the arms of your boyfriend. Especially when it is cold outside.

"Shit- Come in!"

Gareth quickly wraps his arm around you, pulling you inside and away from the cold. The boy kicks the door closed, his hands rubbing your back and arms in an attempt to warm you up. He knows that you insisted that he didn't have to pick you up, but he now wished he would have just taken the car to drive over to your house.

"Shit, my love," he takes your gloves off. "You're freezing!"

"Yeah," you sniff. "Kind of underestimated how cold it was going to be."

You unzip your jacket as Gareth takes it out of your hands, hanging it up on the coat rack before guiding you to the small living room. His little sister is sitting at the dining table, scribbling away on a piece of paper as colored crayons are spread around her.

"Y/N!" She jumps up out of her chair, running toward you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Not that she can reach any higher.

"Oh, hello!" You kneel down, wrapping your arms around her before she pulls you away from Gareth and toward the kitchen table.

"Look what I made!"

Gareth leans against the door frame, his arms crossed and a smile on his face. You always get along with his sisters, no matter what the situation is. Even when you are extremely tired, you still go out of your way to greet them with just as much enthusiasm as all the times before. When he sees you rubbing your arms, he immediately runs upstairs, retrieving the first long-sleeved shirt he can find before walking back downstairs.

You are still sitting with his little sister, admiring the drawing on the paper.

"And this is Gareth, and this is me," she points out as you 'ah!' and 'wow!'.

You don't even realize Gareth came back until you feel a new weight on your shoulders. One of his many red flannels rests on your frame now and you smile at him, thanking him before putting the flannel on. The door opens again, a gust of cold air circulating through the house before it quickly closes.

"Gosh, it is way too cold outside," Gareth his mom shivers, walking into the living room with a grocery bag in her hands. "Oh! Y/N, it's so nice to see you. Tea, anyone?"

"Hello, Mrs. Emerson!" You immediately stand up, hugging the woman before pointing to the kitchen. "I would love to make everyone some if that is okay?"

"Oh, I would love to," she lets out a sigh. "I will put the groceries away. You are a darling, Y/N!"

A laugh escapes your lips as you fill the kettle, turning it on before opening the cabinet to pull an assortment of tea bags out. Gareth and his little sister quickly pick their own little bag before you pick yours. It doesn't take long for Mrs. Emerson to re-enter the kitchen, also taking her pick before placing the remaining bags back in the cabinet.

"Can I please get that cup?" Gareth his little sister points up to the cupboard, but you don't know which one she wants.

"Here," Gareth kneels down. "Hop on."

The little girl squeals as her brother jumps up, leaning over to the cupboard so she can grab the mug she wanted. He then takes out more mugs, including your favorite.

In only a few minutes, everyone is sitting at the dining table, sipping their tea and enjoying a small piece of cake that Mrs. Emerson had brought home from the store. You listen to the story that she was telling, laughing along with the jokes while also looking at the new drawing that his little sister had made.

Though you love sitting here with his family, you still felt cold and were also slowly starting to get tired. You had taken your bag with you as you originally planned to watch a movie with Gareth, but were now too caught up in the conversation. You hide your mouth behind your hand to hide your yawn, but Gareth catches on to it.

"Uh, mom?"

His mother looks up at him, nodding before taking a sip.

"Y/N and I wanted to watch a movie, so we're going to go upstairs if that is fine?"

"Oh, of course! No problem," she smiles before averting her gaze to you. "Are you staying the night? I am planning pancakes for breakfast!"

"I would love to," you immediately smile. "You can count on me for kitchen help."

"No, darling," she shakes her head. "You go ahead and watch that movie, all right?"

Gareth nods, his arm around your shoulders as the two of you go upstairs. The heating in the second level of the house is lower than downstairs - no one was going to be sitting here anyway. Besides, there are other ways to warm up.

Gareth his bedroom is cozy. It is not too big, something you quite appreciated. He has a big window and the window sill is filled with small figurines and candles. In the corner stands a big bookcase filled with books and more small figurines, together with his collection of different dice. He also has a desk with a small television on it, a bean bag, and a dozen posters on his walls. It smells like him as well. Like vanilla, a hint of weed, warmth, and comfort. God, you love his room.

"Okay, so I picked up some stuff on my way," you zip open your backpack. "I got..."

You tip the backpack over, everything spilling out of it.

"Your favorite candy, that movie you wanted to watch." you hand him the objects one by one. "More candy, chips, oh! And I finally found that die that you left at my house."

When you look back up, you see Gareth already looking at you, his hands now filled.

"God," he places everything on his night stand. "I love you so much."

He tackles you onto the bed as you giggle, his hands holding onto your waist as he presses kisses all over your face. His hands feel warm on your body, and his lips are soft as he pecks your cheek for the 20th time. When he pulls back, you look at him with a gentle smile. Gosh, what did you ever do to deserve this?

"Gareth?"

The boy hums, pressing a kiss on your forehead before falling to your side.

"Can I take something out of your closet to wear? I can't sleep in jeans."

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, rolling off of the bed before opening his closet.

He looks through it for a bit, finally pulling out a pair of pajama pants and his grey, long-sleeved shirt. For himself, he also picks out a pair of red flannel pants and a black shirt.

You thank him before quickly switching the clothes, shivering in the cold air before you sit back on his bed, crawling underneath the covers. Gareth takes the movie out of its case before pushing the VHS into the small tv, filling the room with sound. It doesn't take long for him to lay down by your side, his arm underneath your head and his other slung around your waist.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you nuzzle your face closer to his chest. He smells absolutely amazing. Your attention doesn't stay on the movie for that long. Instead, you opted to watch your boyfriend. Though you look at him all the time, he still looks just as mesmerizing as the first time you saw him. You still remember the first time you saw him - he had just gotten out of the Hellfire room, cheering with his friends. It must have been a good game. He didn't expect someone to walk around the corner, and neither did you. He had caught you just before you hit the ground, his hands holding you steady. From then on, you were a goner.

Gareth moves to look at you, checking to see if you had fallen asleep, but is surprised when he sees your eyes still open.

"Not cold anymore?"

You quickly shake your head. You stopped being cold a while ago, finally cuddled up with him underneath a thick layer of blankets.

"Good," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before averting his gaze back to the movie.

You can hear the wind outside, howling as it races past the house. The small patter of raindrops can be heard as they splash against the windows. But you don't care. You're not outside. You are inside, warm, comfortable, and cuddled up with Gareth.

There is nothing better than that.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

adding on to this post i made last night…

imagine your parents still thinking that you and Gareth are still just friends.

when you were younger that sweet shy neighbor boy would always be coming over to play with you, and of course that didn’t stop as you got older.

he’d come over and go to the basement with you to watch a movie or play dnd, usually things being kept pretty quiet. he was always so kind and respectful whenever he came over that they never thought anything of it.

meanwhile, you kept a movie playing on the tv while you two were taking advantage of the pull out couch in the basement, keeping the volume up a little more than normal on the tv to drown out the metal creaking and your hand over his mouth while he was thrusting into you to keep him from yelling and whining out like the last time he almost screwed up things for the two of you.

you just hoped and prayed that they never questioned the sleepovers you always have.

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Dinos And Dragons {G.E.}

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

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k words

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

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

Soon enough Gareth arrived and you were out the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What essay?"

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

"What?" You asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Own it!" Eddie encouraged.

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

"Why would you ask that?" Jeff asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It would actually," He agreed.

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best boyfriend ever.

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Gareth Things NSFW

Just some NSFW things with Gareth Emerson 🤭 Enjoy lovelies ❤️ Gareth as a Boyfriend

🥒Your first time with Gareth is in the back of Eddie’s van. He put blankets and pillows in the back because he wanted to watch the stars and listen to music with you but things escalated and he had to ‘borrow’ one of Eddies condoms from his glove compartment

🥒Gareth is submissive (I don't make the rules 🙄) he is so sweet and all he wants to do is please you! 

🥒GARETH THE GIVER!!!

🥒He loves to go down on you!! He will rest between your thighs and slowly use his tongue against you to savor the taste and moment all while thrusting into the bed

🥒Just imagine his face red and glistening with sweat as he fucks into you ❤️baby is working so hard 

🥒Gareth does not moan he whimpers and whines into your ear as he tells you how good it feels

🥒A lot of soft sex. Gareth is a sweetie who just enjoys holding you in his arms. One hand will caress the back of your head with the other on your hip as he slowly thrust into you while staring into your eyes. 

🥒Making out in the Hellfire Club room before the other members show up

🥒He has a bad habit of cumming in his pants 😔 especially when you pull his hair or call him a good boy

🥒Gareth pocketed the handcuffs from Eddies room. He pulled them out with shaky hands “Are you going to tie me up...” he just stood there with red cheeks and puppy dog eyes “Oh....Gareth sweetie, do you want me to tie you up?” 

🥒He looks so pretty with his arms above his head. His hair splayed out against the pillows, red cheeks, teary eyes as he watches you undress in front of him left to thrust into nothing as he waits for you, whimpering 🥺

🥒Gareth has a small stuffed animal collection and he pushes them of the bed before you fuck because he doesn't want them to watch

🥒He licks his fingers clean 👀

🥒Gareth is very private and won’t tell the Hellfire Club members but he pulls Eddie aside one day and ask for advice. He learns why Eddie wears all those rings.....later that day “Gareth, why do you have so many rings on?”

🥒When your laying naked beneath him Gareth will just stare in awe attempting to memorize your body whispering to himself “So beautiful”

🥒Gareth isn't usually rough or dominant but when you wear his cutoff with nothing underneath he can't control himself. He’ll pull you down by the collar and grip the fabric while he fucks you

🥒He loves when you leave love bites on his neck he will wear a bandana around his neck at home but the second he enters the school he has them on display. 

🥒CONSENT KING 👑 always ask for permission and he doesn't even realize how dirt he sounds doing it

🥒”Babe could...could I go down on you I’ve been thinking about it all day?” “I wanna finger you and make feel good first...is that okay?” his cheeks will be red and he’ll play with your hand too embarrassed to look at you 

🥒Please play with his hair 🥺 it’s his kink

🥒Gareth holds your hand while you give him a blowjob and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb when he gets close whimpering out “I’m about to.....can I cum please”

🥒He’ll make a mixtape of soft songs to play. When you're kissing he will get up and put the tape in and you know what that means. (He’s scared his parents might hear but also wants to be romantic)

🥒Riding Gareth on his drum stool before he bends you over his drums set and fucks you. At his next performance he will notice the cum left over on his seat. He has to perform with a hard on the entire night

🥒Would I be going to far if I said Gareth fucks you with his drum sticks and then licks them before each performance for good luck 🤔

Anyways I should end things here 🤭 I hope everyone enjoyed it!!! I will be producing more Gareth content because this man will not leave my mind 😭 

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OKAY SO A I HAVE A GARETH REQUEST FOR A SHY READER, you can make it platonic or romantic but like.. i feel like there isn’t enough for us shyer people

TITLE: Electric (Gareth Emerson x reader)

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Pairing: Gareth Emerson x reader

Prompt/summary:  Chrissy drags the reader out to a concert, but someone catches her eye and makes her feel electric

Authors note: GAHHHHH I’m so excited about this one y’all. This is the first full fic I’ve written in a while and I’m so happy. There are hints of social anxiety in this, based of my own personal experience, but it’s mostly Gareth being a charmer. Enjoy!

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You’re not… exactly sure how you ended up here. Concerts weren’t really your thing, but somehow Chrissy Cunningham had convinced you to go, just this once, so she wouldn’t be alone. 

Her charming smile and the promise of her buying you your ticket and dinner made you cave, but as soon as you saw the drummer of Corroded Coffin made you realize if she had bribed you with that instead you wouldn’t have been so hesitant. 

Metal was never your thing. However, if you could watch him forever you surely would make it your thing. 

His hair hung like a brown fluffy halo around his head, but even through the bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat you could still see his bright eyes. Eyes that reflected the energy of the band's performance on stage. You knew you were staring for way too long, and you wanted to look away, but it was like watching a car crash. You know you should look away, but sheer awe and curiosity kept your eyes trained on him.

His eyes flicked over to you. Maybe he saw the way your eyes widened, or how you tighten your grip on the can of soda, but he sent a smirk your way that made you want to melt into the floor. The feeling that settled into your stomach wasn’t nerves this time, but instead something different. Something that made your heart pound and breath stutter, in a good way of course.

“Who is that?” You yelled to Chrissy over the music. She followed your gaze across the empty bar to the drummer sitting on the left side of the stage and smirked, “Oh, so Gareth huh?”

You blushed furiously, “I- no. I just wanted to know-“ Chrissy laughed, clapping a hand on your shoulder, “No, no, I’ll introduce you two. Just you wait.”

As far as she knew you had never mentioned about a relationship or even a crush at the time that she knew you. And as Eddie played the last chords of their closing song Chrissy grabbed your hand before pulling you out of the bar and around back to where the band had parked their van to load. 

Your palms were sweaty. You checked your hair and makeup in the reflection of the van as Chrissy chattered about cheer and the next game coming up.

She noticed your lack of conversation and sighed, “Garreth’s cool, I promise. He can be kinda… loud sometimes but I swear he’s a sweetheart. You two would be so cute!”

You could puke. 

Nerves built up in your stomach and by the time the band kicked open the back door to begin packing up the van you were an inch from running off without Chrissy. 

“You came!” Eddie cheered, setting down his guitar case and wrapping Chrissy into a tight side hug.

“Couldn’t miss your biggest show of the year,” she giggled.

“Oh just you wait,” Eddie said, holding up a finger in proclamation, “We were invited to a battle of the bands up in Pikeville.”

The band had begun to pack up the van, but you still didn’t catch sight of the drummer

“Really?” 

Eddie smirked “Yours truly will be jamming it out in competition with bands from all over the county. 

“How many heavy metal bands could there possibly be in our county?”

You meant to say it softly but Eddie heard it and sighed dramatically.

“Gareth! Come show her the flyer!”

If you could have died right then, you would’ve. Just to save you the embarrassment. 

The drummer came waddling out, a few cases in tow that he dropped gently to the ground before pulling the mentioned flyer out of his pocket.

“It’s gonna be awesome!” He cheered, swiping his fluffy hair out of his eyes and putting the paper into your hand. 

You glanced over it, not taking in any of the information while trying to keep yourself from hiding from his beaming smile. 

“Are you gonna come gorgeous?”

You looked up, blushing under his gaze, “Um… I’m not sure-”

“Oh she’ll be there, right (Y/n)?”

You looked between her and Gareth.

“Right (Y/n)?” Gareth smiled.

How could you ever say no to that?

“I’ll pay for your ticket,” Chrissy grinned.

She really didn’t have to, “I’ll be there.”

Gareth smiled even wider, if that was even possible. Chrissy, now satisfied with her matchmaking, followed Eddie back inside to help pack up the equipment leaving you and Gareth in the chill of the night. 

Gareth began loading his cases into the open doors of the van. 

“Need any help?” You offered. 

Gareth chuckled, “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be worrying about a dingy drum set.”

You giggled, trying to relax yourself as you sat on the edge of the bumper. That feeling was there again, and your heart skipped a beat when his eyes caught yours again. A breeze picked up in the alley making you shiver and blowing leaves across the pavement. A shiver passed through your body.

“Here,” Gareth said, offering you his jean jacket before you had even noticed he had taken it off.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, no I’ll be fine. I promise. Chrissy and I are about to leave anyway, gotta be home by eleven.”

Gareth gently grabbed your arm gently before placing his jacket into your hand, “Seriously, take it.”

You sighed, pulling it on before resuming your position on the edge of the van. Eddie came out briefly to toss some cables onto the ground which Gareth began to wrap up and put away, “Now you really look like a groupie huh?”

You chuckled, “That’d be a first.”

“You should wear denim more often, the punk rock look suits you.”

“Does it really?” You laughed, finally uncrossing your arms and letting the sleeves fall past your fingertips, “Maybe I should just stick to my cardigan and jeans.”

“How’d a pretty girl like you end up at something like this?” Gareth asked, tossing the last wire into the van and taking a seat beside you.

You could feel his warmth even through the jacket and part of you wanted to lean into him, “You’re a charmer. And the same reason Chrissy is, just got invited.”

Gareth wrapped his arm around you, but quickly dropped it when he felt your shoulders shift.

“No-” you said, maybe a little too quickly, “It’s- it’s fine, I promise. Just…”

“Shy?”

You nodded, finally turning to see how close his face was.

“Well, if you don’t feel too shy, we’re all heading to Earnie’s after the show next week. You should ride with us.”

You laughed, “I think my parents would kill me.”

His arm came back up around your shoulders, keeping you warm despite the October breeze, “Why? What’s the worst that could happen?” You shrugged, earning a light chuckle from the boy, “Maybe I’m just trying to be a gentleman and take a pretty lady out on a date after a very entertaining show.”

“Maybe you are,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as his eyes flicked down to your lips.

The back door of the bar opened once again, with the rest of Corroded Coffin and Chrissy exiting. She almost didn’t notice where you were as she was laughing hard at something Eddie had just said. But as soon as she did her smile was even wider.

“You ready to head out?” she said, and the look she gave you suggested she was going to question you the whole ride home.

“Yeah, one sec,” you said, about to pull off the jacket to return to Gareth when he stopped you.

“Keep it,” he smirked, “You can give it back to me at the battle.”

Eddie whistled, making you blush furiously but you pulled the jacket back on anyway with a small smile.

“Let’s go boys,” Eddie said, throwing open the driver's side door.

You really didn’t want to get up. Leaving his warmth and this feeling he gave you when he smiled felt like a prison sentence.

Chrissy began her trek back down the alley towards where she parked. Which unfortunately meant that you had to follow her. 

A soft grasp on your wrist made you stop, and a chaste kiss was pressed to your cheek, “See you later darling.”

He smirked at your flushed complexion before hopping into the back of the van and closing the door with a small wave. You waved back shyly before walking swiftly to join Chrissy.

It wasn’t until you got halfway home, and talked with Chrissy long and in depth about what happened, that you realized what that feeling was.

It was electric.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[yourlocalrodent]

i saw you wanted to request so here i am 😎💀

Could you write like a makeout sesh w/gareth where hes like teasing us and its lile high tension

Omg fuck yesss, chefs kiss. I never even thought ab writing a make out Gareth fanfic.

During hellfire club Gareth thought I was sooo funny to tease you. Rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, whispering things to you ect. By the end of hellfire club the entire club saw something was up, but they never bothered to ask you two. “ need a ride?” Eddie asked pointing to his van “ nah thanks Eddie I’m going with Gareth” you replied “suit yourself” he shrugged. Gareth grabbed your hand walking you to the car. He suddenly spoke up “ wanna head to my place?” He never took his eyes off the road “ yeah but I gotta use your landline, my parents need to know” a simple ‘yep,yep’ came from his mouth. Gareth’s hands drove the car towards his house, how ever your hands were playing with the hem of your hellfire shirt due to the tension in the car. Sexual or romantic tension you couldn’t tell.

at Gareth’s house

parking his car near the fence Gareth got out first. You got out second, he grabbed your hand and directed you towards the door of his home, of which you were quite used too. His little Brother ran towards the door Oakley yelled “ Look Kay! Gareth’s back and he brought *name*!” That got Kay excited and she scurried towards the door. “ *name*!” She seems more excited to see you who was a older sister figure more then her actual older sibling who was standing their awkwardly while two small kids jumped for your attention. He cleared his throat “ sorry guys me and *name* want some us time” Kay sighed “ why? You guys gonna kiss?” She mocked “ ewwww” Oakley gaged at the idea. “ cmon sweet cheeks” Gareth whispered taking you up the stairs away from the 8 and 6 year olds. They ran back to mrs Emerson to annoy her. You had forgotten to call your parents by then. Gareth let you into his room first before letting himself in and closing the door, you sat yourself on his bed, he soon followed pulling you into his lap (Daddy-) he lowered his head towards your neck, think it was just a cuddle you sighed but had a small yelp when he starts kissing and sucking at your neck. “So pretty/handsome” he sighed before continuing at his little ‘activity’. He left hickeys in very obvious places “ hey! Don’t let your parents see!” You growled he rolled his eyes “ they won’t care” his face inches from yours “ t-then what about Oakley and Kay?” He hushed you “ they’re too naive to know.” And with that he pushed you down the bed roughly kissing you. Your arms snaked to wrap toward his neck and he pulled your thigh towards his waist. Gareth pulled his head up “ what’s wrong sweetheart? Nervous” he chuckled “ I- no!” You stuttered “ mhm clearly” and he began leaving more hickeys around your neck, a soft moan escaping your throat “ seems like you like this love” he chuckled “ mhm” you sighed. You loved doing this, even though he would tease you it made you feel better any day. Gareth finished giving you hickeys he looked up at his work giving a slight chuckle “ you want a kiss don’t ya ” He teased “ I think you do” he gave you this smirk adding to the slight tension before going down to kiss you, you slightly gasped giving him plenty of time to stick his tongue into your mouth. You two would only part for air. You parted ways for the maybe 6th or 7th time with a string of spit connecting you two “ how did I manage you?”

[okmack-22]

interruptions- gareth emerson

gareth emerson x fem!munson!reader

summary: eddie walks in on his sister and his best friend having !sex!

warnings: mention of sex, but no genuine smut, cursing

you had to be kidding. eddie looked at you and gareth in complete surprise and disgust. one of his best friends sitting in his little sister's bed. it was a horrendous sight to see for the poor boy. him shutting the door and consistently screaming "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" at you two as he left.

you were completely embarrassed. eddie had caught you and gareth in the middle of fucking. literally could have been the worst time for your older brother to walk in the house. in his perspective, he just wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out. but you had.... other plans. and he was traumatized.

gareth was just as embarrassed as you, maybe even more than you. he didn't expect his best friend to walk in on him literally fucking his sister. he was so embarrassed that tears were pricking in his eyes. after eddie shut the door, gareth immediately pulled out and laid down. hiding his face in your neck.

you held his head and tried to stop the tears that were coming out. you weren't sobbing you just had some small tears from being scared and embarrassed. you looked at gareth. he was literally terrified, also not to mention utterly embarrassed.  

you could hear the small sniffles coming from him. you felt horrible. you kissed his head and he slightly pulled away. his eyes were slightly red from the tears. you had never seen him cry. sure you had seen gareth upset or embarrassed but you had never seen him cry. knowing that stroking his hair calmed him down you immediately put your hand on his head. stroking his hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

"hey it's okay, if eddie has a problem with us that's his fault," you whispered.

you shimmied your body helping yourself turn to look at your boyfriend. one hand still in his hair, the other now holding his face. your thumb rubbing away the extra tears that fell from his eyes. he nodded, complete putty in your hands. you motioned for him to sit up. knowing that you two would need to brave up and confront eddie, the hell-raising older brother. gareth sat up but didn't move and neither did you. you looked at your feet, completely nervous and hiding your body with your knees to your chest. gareth didn't take his eyes off of you. the tears had stopped after you pet his hair. he may have been a big baby when it came to you but if he needed to protect your relationship you two had tried so hard to keep a secret he would do anything.

thanks to eddie shutting your door gareth had felt confident enough to put his clothes on. and find you some new ones since the others were nowhere to be found. he grabbed one of his old t-shirts you had stolen, along with a pair of your sweatpants, and some new panties. after putting his clothes on he helped you get up. you put on your clothes and immediately after, gareth snatched you up in a hug. yes, he was scared to talk to eddie about your relationship but he knew you were even more scared than he'd ever be.

you two stood there for a little while longer. this time it was your turn to cry. you didn't believe a single thing you had told gareth. you would have a big problem if eddie had a problem that you and his best friend were in a relationship. the guilt sank in. you were full-on sobbing. your head in gareth's chest as he held you. mumbling small words and phrases. one of his hands started rubbing your back. trying to calm you down. small kisses were placed on the crown of your head.

"hey, hey, y/n it's okay. as you said if eddie has a problem with us being together that's his problem and there's nothing stopping us" he said to you.

"it's just-" you choked a sob out.

"it's just what baby?" he asked

"he's my big brother, your best friend" you sobbed.

"and what about it? there's absolutely nothing and no one in this world that would stop me from loving you," he said.

you couldn't help but try to smile. it was hard though. he had the confidence you just had. if you were to ask him if he was scared he'd put on a tough guy facade and tell you no, and you knew it. but what you didn't know was that he didn't care if he was scared. he loved you. and that's what was helping him stay strong.

"it's just eddie sweetheart, he's gonna be okay," he smiled at you.

you nodded. wiping the stray tears. your sobs dying down to just some occasional sniffles. gareth moved his hands to your face. his big thumbs wiping the tears. you looked into his big green eyes. they were full of love. love for you. he looked right back at you. the smallest but comforting smile on his face. he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. moving in sync for a few seconds.

as you two pulled away he immediately pecked your face. peppering you with kisses. small giggles erupted from you both. he was trying so hard not to move his lips down to somewhere else. but your childlike giggles were music to his ears.

there was a loud knock on your bedroom door startling you two. you knew who it was. it was eddie. the only other person in the house, though he wasn't supposed to be. the embarrassment sinking back into you. gareth looked right at you. you were cemented to the ground. he let you go, but you grabbed his hand and followed him. gaining some confidence. you knew you had to. you couldn't let gareth do all the talking. he would crumble. and his ego was already broken, due to eddie walking in on you two at your most vulnerable state.

gareth opened the door. eddie looking just as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you. eddie peeked in to look at you. you peered at him around gareth's arm. the comfort of his body shielding you.

"you uh, you wanna talk," eddie asked.

"kinda have to man" gareth spoke up.

you all walked to the living room. you couldn't speak. you hardly even wanted to move. the anxiety making it hard to even breathe. your feet padding across the hardwood in the kitchen. eddie had already planted himself onto the couch. looking at gareth as he sat down beside him. now they were both looking at you as you slowly (but surely) made your way to where they were. you sat on the floor. not knowing where to sit since both boys were on the couch.

"so uhm, why didn't you tell me. i mean I'm now permanently scarred" eddie looked at you and gareth.

"didn't want you to be mad" you mumbled.

if they were being honest they weren't expecting you to speak. but nonetheless, gareth was proud of you. he knew you could do it. face your older brother and tell him the truth. no matter how hard it would be. gareth reached down to grab you and pull you to the couch. you now being sat in between your brother and boyfriend.

"if you two would have told me I wouldn't be mad. just would have had to have a talk with gareth." he stated.

the anxiety still there in all of you but slowly going away as you heard him say that. you nodded squeezing gareth's hand. him smiling. you leaned into his shoulder. eddie looked at the both of you. he seemed happy, still uncomfortable at what happened that made you three have the talk, but still happy to see his little sister find someone. he could tell just by looking at you two now that you loved each other.

"I'm happy for you y/n, you know out of anyone at hawkins you found a good one." eddie smiled.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner man," gareth said.

eddie nodded, knowing what could have gone through your heads. if he was being honest he had hidden some relationships from you, so he knew it wouldn't be fair on him to be mad at you. he was slightly uncomfortable at knowing that you two were having sex, but still nonetheless happy for you. he knew gareth would treat you properly.

"I don't really wanna see yall do that again so next time, leave a note, warn me ahead of time that would be really fucking great," eddie said.

you and gareth laughed at eddie. nodding and telling him that you would most definitely let him know so this didn't happen again. eddie then got up and told you that he was leaving and that you two could carry one with it.

gareth looked at you, making you look at him. a small smirk formed on his lips and you rolled your eyes. he was immediately in the mood again but you were still slightly embarrassed. he leaned in for a kiss, you granting him permission but swiftly pulling away a few second after.

"can we just watch movies for the rest of the night, I'm kinda tired" you muttered earning a sheepish smile from gareth.

he nodded and pecked your cheek. knowing that you were exhausted from the good cry you had and the embarrassment. he didn't want to push anything onto you, especially sex. you got up and he soon followed. you two picked out a movie to watch and put it into the VHS player. gareth grabbed the blanket that he bought for you and you both situated yourselves on the couch. all you two wanted to do was be wrapped up and cuddling the night away.

[petersbaby]

Fuck it, I’m pressing post and you can’t stop me

Green - Gareth & Eddie x Reader

Warnings: high sex, reader is high but they are too (EVERYTHING’S CONSENSUAL), oral (m receiving), smut, male masturbation, threesome

Gareth is aged up to 18

-

“He’s still mad that I got you and not him.” Gareth says, leaned back and nonchalant in your computer chair.

“I’ve told you guys this, I’m not an item to be ‘got’. I get I’m the only girl in the group, but seriously.”

“Hey, I know that. It’s just like- it’s gotten worse, I think. He’s got it bad for you.”

“I’m yours, though. Wanna be yours.”

You look at him from the bed with eyes so sweet he has to come squish you and lay on top of you, hugging you tight. You giggled as you only struggled to breathe just a little bit, it wasn’t a problem. Worth it.

-

In the car on the way to Eddie’s to smoke, a couple of days later, you use the flip-down mirror to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss and Gareth takes his eyes off the road briefly to look at you.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?”

You blush. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious.” He laughs.

When you get to the trailer, you and Gareth both find a place on Eddie’s old and well loved sofa while he retrieves his supplies. You hear him rummaging around in his room, but he finally comes out with everything: the weed, the tray, the grinder, the rolling papers.

He sits and starts working his magic, grinding up the green substance and rolling it up, soon producing a pretty big joint that he lights in his mouth. You pass it back and forth to each other, 3 doesn’t really qualify as a “rotation”. You watch as the boys immerse in their creative process; sometimes they get like this.

They’ll go into song-writing mode and come up with their best ideas when they’re stoned. Eddie strums random cords on his guitar and your boyfriend jots down words in a beat up notebook.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” Gareth announces, weirdly loud and formal, very high. You look over at Eddie and he’s stifling a laugh, trying to hard not to crack up. Very high too.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t on the same level as them, but you were better at composing yourself. You just smile at him and shake your head, going back to watching tv.

Gareth gets up and goes down the hall to the bathroom, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie puts down his guitar and scoots close to you. Like, right next to you, the spot Gareth was just in a minute ago.

“Uh… whatcha doing there, eds?” You laugh nervously.

“Listen, I just gotta say sorry in advance. I have to do this, I’m sorry.”

“What the-“

He leans in quickly, and in less than the amount of time it takes to blink, his lips press hard against yours. You felt like you were floating, felt like maybe you were in a dream. You were somewhere far away and on cloud nine, and all you could consciously do was let him kiss you. His lips tasted good. Weed, tobacco, cherry chapstick maybe?

You take in a deep, sharp breath once you realize what’s going on. It felt like forever to you, but Gareth was still in the bathroom, it must’ve only been a mere few seconds.

Yeah, for whatever reason, you decide to kiss him back. There would be major consequences for this, this was cheating. The more you thought about it, the guiltier you grew, you finally pulled away from him.

His face was flushed and red, eyes pink tinged and glassy. Standing unexpectedly right beside the couch was Gareth, and you immediately just wanna run. You have no explanation for why you did that. You didn’t do it, you tell yourself, he did it. You just let him. And then also sort of encouraged him. Just as bad? Maybe. Either way, both of you were frozen.

“Gare, I’m so sorry, I-“ you start to tear up.

“No, man, it was me. I kissed her, I fucked up and I kissed her. Don’t be mad at her, be mad at me, if anything.” Eddie interrupts, and starts to ramble.

Gareth ignores him and looks straight to you, for some reason, worry on his face. Concern?

“It’s okay. I told you he liked you, I tried to warn you. Are you okay? Did he go too far, you know, anything you didn’t consent to?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Did you… did you like it?” He asks, noticing your heavy breathing and frazzled expression. The room fell silent. Terribly silent. You weren’t gonna answer that.

“I asked you a question.” He reminds you firmly, as though you forgot. Really, the cogs in your brain were just desperately attempting to turn.

“I- I uh, I dunno, I’m just really high. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You were overwhelmed, feeling like your body was overheating.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Eddie tries to comfort you. “It was all me, I’m serious. Don’t be mad at her.” He tries to defend himself to Gareth.

“I’m not mad. If she likes it, I’ll let it slide. Just this once, though, Munson. Never again.” He points at the boy.

“Really?” You ask, a little dumb and confused.

“Yeah, god, if you could see yourself right now. You look desperate. You want me to share some of you?”

“Mhm. Please.” You nod.

“Alright. Remember to speak up if you change your mind or don’t feel comfortable anymore.”

You nod again. He comes to sit on the couch beside you, on the other side of you this time, patting his lap. You happily climb into it, straddling him and attaching your lips to his right away.

To be honest, it didn’t matter who’s lips they were, kissing felt really really good right now. You have little perception on just what you’re doing subconsciously, just going with what felt right. You didn’t mind it at all, just happily soaking in every sensation you feel while on top of the world.

The boys didn’t mind either. They could tell you weren’t thinking, just going with the flow. You share a deep and filthy kiss with your boyfriend and you moan softly and repeatedly while your tongue invades his mouth.

You also soon started grinding down on him while doing this, truly a desperate little mess. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch just watching you, palming his achingly hard dick in his jeans.

“Mmh. ‘M hot.” You whine and Gareth pulls your top off over your head for you without hesitation. He wanted you to feel comfortable and if you were hot, he’d help you with that. There was nothing underneath the top he took off for you.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters out loud, causing you to remember he’s there. You both look over at him, he’s already sweating.

“You wanna give our friend some sugar, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nod quickly, and crawl over to him. You do the same, climbing into his lap except this time only straddling one of his thighs, and he leans in to kiss you again.

You make out now, harder than the earlier kiss, more lust in it. You find yourself rutting against his jean-clad thigh, you feel the need to look over at your boyfriend. He gives you an approving expression, as if to silently say ‘yes, that’s fine.’

Eddie surprisingly kept his hands to himself, reluctant to possibly fuck this up. All he did was look, and he looked a lot.

-

“Fuck, want somethin’ inside of me.” You huff, pulling off.

“That’s gonna be me, I’m not letting Eddie fuck you, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Here, scoot toward me and bend over.”

You do as he says, arching your back while he checks out the view of your ass from behind.

“You wanna suck him off?”

“Should I?”

“I think it’d be the nice thing to do.”

“Okay. Yes.” You nod.

You look up at Eddie from below your lashes and he quickly turns to face you, undoing his best buckle hastily and pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs.

You hear the same belt and zipper noises from behind you, then feel your jeans and panties being pulled off of you and you help in their removal. Gareth presses his cock against your soaking wet hole and groans to himself, you take Eddie’s cock in your hand and stroke it a few times.

“Shit.” He comments at the feeling. Your hand felt so much better than his own. You spit on the tip and it runs down his length, warm saliva glistening, and you keep jerking his cock.

You grow desperate, achingly aware of the emptiness in your cunt and wiggle your ass slightly to try to tell him you want it now. Gareth grabs your hips to still you, and sinks in not-so-gradually. A loud moan erupted from you.

“Ohhh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You moan as he slides in and out of your wet heat with ease.

Now that you had something filling up that part of you, you decided to fill your mouth up next. You take the tip of Eddie’s leaking cock past your lips, tongue running up and down the slit to collect the precum.

“Ah, god damn it. Holy shit.” Eddie grips the couch cushions closest to his reach, not prepared for your level of skill with this.

“Her mouth is good, isn’t it? It’s all mine, too.” Gareth says smugly, smacking your ass with a little sting.

“Yes, mmmh, fuck.”

You sink down deeper, taking more and more of him into your mouth until your lips reach the neat curls at the base of his cock. Gareth pounds into you harder from behind, making you moan around it. Eddie feels the vibration to his core, almost shuddering. He’s a moaning, groaning mess.

You pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth, to speak.

“You can pull my hair. Please.”

Eddie finds his dominant hand in your hair, collecting a fistful of it and tugging at it roughly, which makes you moan.

He uses the leverage to guide your head up and down, at the perfect pace that had him quickly stumbling to the edge, hitting the back of your throat each time without a problem. You didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, so he took advantage of that. You truly were something.

But soon, you feel your release coming, just needing a little bit more. You take your hand off Eddie, pulling off of him, and reach between your thighs, beneath your body.

You start to rub circles over your clit while Gareth fucks you from behind, selfishly chasing what you want and now neglecting Eddie.

He watches you desperately and feverishly touch yourself like an animal in heat and starts fucking his fist. You whine and cry into the cushions, beginning to chant “please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you, shh. You’ll get it.” Gareth soothes, gently rubbing your ass.

“Please, daddy, oh fuck.”

Both boys groan. Eddie is so fucking jealous of Gareth.

“Please, please, I’m-“ you let out a loud, pornographic moan, one that’s familiar to Eddie only because he watches a lot of porn. You sounded just like the girls in them, heavenly.

You tighten up around Gareth’s cock and feel yourself gush a little, orgasming hard. He doesn’t let up, continuing his pace, while you whine and come down. You look at Eddie again, and see that he’s fiercely stroking his cock while just looking at you, watching you enjoy yourself.

You take over again, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your mouth. It takes a very small amount of time after this before his cock is twitching in your mouth, and that’s the only warning you get that he’s cumming.

He cums with a groan and a string of curses, letting you suck the soul out of him til he has nothing left. You feel it all run down the back of your throat and swallow it down.

When you’re done, you look up at his face to see his eyes blown out, huge and wide. He was panting, almost like a dog who got too excited, looking down at you with wonder.

“You make eds feel good? You make him happy?” Gareth asks.

“Mhm. I did.” You answer, feeling proud of yourself.

“Good girl.” He breathes heavily, fucking into your cunt hard. “My- god damn it, my turn.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppier and you know he’s close, you wait patiently to be filled up and you soon are.

-

“You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sigh, nodding your head.

You lay there, still in a daze, still a bit high. Still very naked. Both the boys were all clothed again, and look quite normal and casual besides their hair being a little messier than it usually is.

They seem to have come down, or are in the process of coming down, which you were still not yet.

“Okay, well put your clothes back on, ‘kay? Here.” Gareth hands you your shirt, panties, and pants, telling Eddie to go get you a cup of water. Once you have everything back on, you chug the water very fast, and they both chuckle.

Gareth lets you lay your head in his lap, playing with your hair. You’re sleepy, but you can hear them talking above you.

Something about “a one time thing,” and “don’t go telling anyone about this.” and Eddie agreeing. Too sleepy.

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HI LOVELY. I'm here to request again, as you can imagine. what about the jocks find Gareth drawing reader in class (maybe this is before the teacher gets there) and make fun of him? Reader is there and defends him? thank you, as always🙇‍♀️

I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job with this request, don't worry!

the robins

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 840

warnings: swearing, jason’s goons but no jason, flirty stuff, fluff

a/n: my love!! thank you so much for your request!! this is such a sweet idea. i kind of made reader a bit protective, so i hope that’s okay. i really hope you enjoy this!! also sorry it took me a couple days!! <333

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Gareth lifts his hand and there’s a smudge of graphite on the side of his palm. He wipes it off in the margins of his notebook paper.

Half the time he doesn’t even notice when he starts drawing.

Sometimes it’s a new weapon for his D&D character, something long and sharp that spans the entirety of the page. Maybe it retracts and folds up or something.

Other times it’s a new way for the Corroded Coffin logo to look, because he’s been wanting to change the one on his bass drum, or it’s a random cartoon character he saw while his sister was eating breakfast that morning.

Today, it’s you.

You’re sitting in the row beside him, your desk right next to his. Class hasn’t started yet. Mrs. O’Hare always comes in late, coffee in hand, fingers red because the cup is so hot.

You look so pretty today, Gareth thinks. You always look pretty, though.

But today, right now, you seem happy. Calm. It’s raining outside, and the classroom is gray because of it. But that’s your favorite weather. You told him that once.

He sketches you as you sit, reading your book before class begins. It’s just your profile really, the slope of your nose, the dip of your brow and the curve of your mouth.

He feels you touch his thigh. Just a little tap with the tips of your fingers.

“Hm?” Gareth’s head is turned in your direction though his eyes are still on the paper. You grin at the bounce of his curls.

“Look outside, Gare.” Your voice is hushed but very excited. He turns his blue eyes on you before they follow your gaze out the window. “Look at the robins,” you tell him.

The birds are hopping around under the trees in the courtyard.

Gareth’s face splits into the prettiest smile when he realized you’re excited about birds. That you’re showing him birds.

He’s totally in love with you, he thinks. He thinks that a lot.

“They look like they’re having fun, sugarplum.”He’s barely gotten the words out before he feels a hand on the back of his chair.

“What the fuck is this, huh, Emerson?”

Chance picks up Gareth’s notebook, eyes dancing over the sketch of you, the scribbles covering almost every inch of the college-lined paper.

“Oh are we an artist now or somethin’? And is that supposed to be them?” He points the notebook in your direction. “How romantic.”

Chance turns his head, looking at Patrick and Andy, hoping they’ll laugh at his antics.

You snatch the notebook out of his hand and hold it out to Gareth, who stares at you. You drop it on his desk.

Chance looks at you then, like you’ve just had the audacity to mess with him.

He goes to speak and you stop him.

“What the hell is your problem? Why can’t you just let him do something he enjoys and mind your own fucking business? Last time I checked, he’s never said shit about your hobbies, though we both know the only reason you’re on the football team is because your dad has an in with the coach.”

Chance goes bright red at that.

“There’s never been anything wrong with drawing, and there never will be. Fuck off, you hear me?”

Patrick turns and leaves, and Andy follows because he’s never had a single brain cell help him make an original decision.

Chance looks between you and Gareth and then spins to walk to the other side of the room where he takes a seat, scratching his chin, though he never looks back in your direction.

You look at Gareth. He’s still staring at you.

You open your mouth to talk but he goes first. “Thank you,” he chokes out, and then he’s smacking the sweetest and most passionate kiss on your forehead. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You twist one of his curls around your finger. “Yes, I did. He’s an asshole. I’m not going to let him treat you like that.”

Gareth blushes. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

“Also you know that I love seeing you draw, right? I don’t want you to think you’re not any good because of them. I love it when your fingers get all inky and when your eyebrows furrow because you’re concentrating. I just want you to know that I’m proud of you.”

Gareth raises your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, keeping it there to hide his smile. “I know. I’m proud of you too.”

You smile.

He fights the urge to tell you that he found your defending him very attractive. Maybe he’ll tell you another time.

Gareth looks out the window again. “Look. There’s like seven of them over there!”

You sit up, watching little flashes of orange as the robins bounce around.

That’s the moment Mrs. O’Hare enters the room, and even when the room goes quiet for her to teach, you catch Gareth watching the robins for the rest of class.

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[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● the new girl ● g. emerson

warnings

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

word count

1019 exactly. One shot... for now.

summary

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

taglist

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

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other links

masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

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

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

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

“What’d you say to me, little girl?”

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

Gareth is taking this all in.

Jason smirks at you. And he steps closer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scared but not stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jason fucking Carver.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ten minutes

Gareth Emerson x Gn!Reader

A/n: this is purely self indulgent, I'm telling you now

Summary: Dustin, Mike, and Lucas are invited to watch Corroded coffin practice rather than waiting to see if anyone is at the hideout they goes snooping.

Warnings: suggestive content, strong language, Established relationship, Mike being odd, mentions of getting caught making out, 

Word Count: 760

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Your hand was on Gareth's neck as you kissed him, your other hand on his thigh as you sat in his bed with him more he was leaning back slightly and you were between his legs making out with him. This wasn't something new you guys found yourself like this on more than one occasion, your pg kisses would snowball, which in knowing this and due to the multiple embarrassing moments from the past led Gareth to lock the door the moment he steps into his room to avoid the embarrassment of being caught again. it was embarrassing the first 3 times it happened after that changes were made.

 He smiled against your lips.

“what time is it,” he said against your lips.

You pulled away the two of you panting to look at the clock on his bedside table “3:40,” you say

He thinks for a second “ten more minutes then I have to go open the garage okay,” he says leaning back in to connect your guy's lips giving a comforting squeeze to his thigh. at 4 o’clock corroded coffin was having practice and of course, the rest of hellfire was invited. but this was the first time the freshmen in hellfire had been invited to the practice. they didn't want to be late so they arrived about 15 mins early at 3:45 the house looked empty and the garage was closed the three teen boys didn't know if Gareth was there or not ”what should we do no one here” Lucas

“maybe someone inside, we could look threw the window,” Mike says.

“Mike that sounds like a really dumb idea,” Dustin responds to the boy's stupid idea

“do you have any other ideas,” Mike says.

“I don't know Maybe, Wait for Anyone to get out here!” Dustin yells throwing his hands up

Mike already making his way to the smaller window a bit higher up on the wall on the side of the house leaving the other two boys to follow him begrudgingly. mike jumps on the crates on the side of the house and peers threw the window along with the 2 other boys too curious to see what eve Mike had found.

there behind the gap in the curtain, they could see Gareth with his arms wrapped around someone's neck as he kissed them the group of boys gasped and ducked

“We at least now we know someone home,” Lucas says

“do you think we were supposed to see that,” Dustin says

“Who is that,” Mike asks

“I'm not sure maybe we should ask,” Lucas says the next thing they hear is the garage opening and voices

“your sisters at work right,” you ask

“yeah and Lillian and Ellie at the after-school care thing at their school,” Gareth says hands in his jean pockets 

“well let me know if you need anything alright, oh, and also give me back my note tomorrow before Mr. burners class,” you say walking back to your car Gareth joins you in walking to your car.

“yeah yeah I’ll return your notes,” he says teasingly

 saying goodbye to each other and your car pulls off leaving Gareth standing there the group of boys walks up to the curly-haired boy who turns around to walk back to his garage. The three boys near the side of his house not knowing what to do, confront Gareth or just let Gareth say something on his own about dating someone?

 Pat Jeff and Eddie arrive as Lucas, Dustin, and Mike wait to not show up till everyone else is there not wanting to let everyone know they were there very early.

the older boys take a small break an hour into practice and Mike decides he's going to bring up what they saw.

“so Gareth who was that in your room earlier” Gareth almost chokes on the dr. pepper he's drinking.

“Were you guys looking threw my window!” Gareth's face scrunches up mike starts to scramble to explain “w-well we thought no one was home so we kinda just look threw the window” Dustin and Lucas facepalm at Mike's terrible excuse.

Eddie Pat and Jeff laugh at Gareth's red face, “one, don't look threw my windows like some fucking peeping toms you weirdos, and two that's my partner I thought you three knew” he said trying to drink the rest of the drink,

“wait why don't they ever sit with us at lunch” ”they tend to do homework in the library during lunch” Gareth shrugs.