#gareth emerson stranger things

[bubbledtee]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hhhhhh omg i fuckin love this guy <3333

[puppy-coded]

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.

[pullingyourstrings]

Headcanon: Eddie likes to fuck after shows. The amount of adrenaline pumping in his veins is so overwhelming he has to get it out somehow and he could see you in the crowd dancing all night, smiling at him, screaming his name and you looked so perfect in the band tshirt it was driving him insane. Everybody knows better than to enter his room backstage after a show.

Gareth likes to fuck before shows. For good luck, he says. The staff has to keep stalling the crowd multiple times and have the opening acts play a few more songs because they simply can't find Gareth backstage and the show can't start without the drummer. When he shows up later with his hair all messed up, his clothes all mushed and a red face, their manager slaps him on the head and screams "I'm gonna fucking kill you Emerson! Not now though, just go, go, go!" and he runs to his drum set, ticking the drumsticks as a countdown as he starts the first song.

[cazperx-x]

GARETH FIC INSPIRED BY TEENAGE DIRTBAG BY WHEATUS I BEG

I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH RGUTHIFK the remix is literally my ringtone 😭

Teenage Dirtbag

Gareth x fem!reader

918 words, no warnings im pretty sure, she/they pronouns used throughout

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Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby…

“Gareth! Emerson! Earth to Emerson helloooo?” Jeff was smirking while waving his hand in front of the fluffy haired boy's face. 

“Huh? Yeah I’m paying attention.” The boy in question muttered, his cheeks now tinted red. 

Gareth was once again caught staring at the popular table, full of people who shoot balls into laundry baskets as Eddie called it. 

Well not at the table specifically. More like someone sitting at the table. With their dickhead boyfriend. Who just had to play the previously mentioned shoot balls into laundry baskets game. 

“Uh-huh. Sure you were. Anyway, I was talking about how Y/N and Andy were caught arguing behind the school yesterday and-”

“What?!” Gareth whisper screamed, now clearly invested in the story. 

“Ha! Knew you were looking over at Y/N’s table again.” Jeff chuckled. 

“You need to get over your little crush Gareth, not to be the reality fairy but there's no way they even know you exist.” Eddie said, before rolling his eyes. 

Gareth ignored Eddie and turned to Jeff. “So were you lying about Y/N and Andy having relationship issues?” Gareth frowned, secretly hoping the relationship would turn to shit so he could swoop in and act as a knight in shining armor. Maybe just in time for prom.

“No actually. Apparently they were arguing in that alleyway outside during basketball practice. Y/N seemed pissed. Apparently they were arguing about how Andy never wants to do shit they want too, how they have completely different interests, etc.” 

“Gareth, If you care so much why don’t you just talk to Y/N and, I dunno save them from the evil force that is highschool jocks?” Eddie questioned. 

Fuck, it was a very good question. 

“Well even if I was on Andy's radar he’d kick my ass. Simple as that.”

“And he won’t after you quote unquote get the girl?” Eddie tilted his head, poking holes in Gareth’s very flimsy logic. 

And on that note, lunch was over. 

Oh well, it didn’t exactly help Gareth’s mood. But he did catch himself smiling while you and Andy were screaming at each other in the gym. 

~~~~~~

“Look Chrissy, really nothing against you, you're amazing, but sitting at the basketball and cheerleader table makes me want to vomit.” You sighed, turning to the one cheerleader who even bothered acknowledging your existence ever since you started sitting with Andy.

You and Chrissy often joked Andy could win the worst boyfriend of the year award, although you had doubts he wouldn't lose to Jason. You kept those to yourself though. 

“No offense taken.” Chrissy smiled. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just sit somewhere else?” She asked. 

You sighed again. “Andy.” You muttered. 

It was the week before prom, and you were thanking the heavens Andy decided to skip today. 

“You don’t like him that much either.” Chrissy chuckled. “Why don’t you just call it quits? Don’t you have your heart set on another boy anyway?” 

“Well yeah, but I doubt he even knows who I am, unless you count ‘Andy’s new girlfriend who won't even last a month’. After all, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, and he’s Gareth the great.” 

“Wouldn’t he qualify as more of a teenage dirtbag than you?” 

“Well- I don’t even know anymore.”

“I have an idea.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Does it involve breaking up with Andy and getting the boy of my dreams?”

“Yep.” She giggled. 

“I’m in.” 

~~~~~~

“There's no way I’m going to prom. First off it’d be depressing as hell to show up without a date, and second off I'd probably end up watching Andy and Y/N be all coupley and shit.” Gareth groaned. 

Eddie looked taken aback. 

“You’re telling me you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Gareth looked at the dungeon master confused. 

“Y/N broke up with Andy this morning. He’s pissed, apparently he stormed out of the school.” Eddie chuckled. 

“Yeah, Nancy said she heard him fuming about how he has no date to prom now.” Dustin chimed in. 

“Maybe prom night’ll be your chance?” Jeff questioned

“I mean, can we be too sure though? Y/N still doesn’t even know I exist-” Gareth stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse to not go. 

“Well either way I’m making you go with me, if my mom finds out I’m going alone or all my friends have dates she’ll probably try to set me up with the neighbor. “ Jeff groaned. 

Great. Now there was no way for Gareth to get out of this. 

~~~~~

“Are you sure about this Chrissy?” You nervously asked, standing outside the gym doors on prom night. 

“Yes. And if he says no, we can always leave and eat ice cream at my place.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Remember, you got this okay? Confidence is key.” 

“Yep, I got this. “ You said, before walking into the gym. 

Now or never you figured. 

~~~

Welp, here he was. 

Prom night, alone by the punch table. 

Just before he was about to find Jeff and tell him he was leaving, he saw something that made his lip start to shake. 

You. Walking towards him. 

This has to be fake, a dream or a cruel prank or something- how do you even know who he is?

“Gareth, right?” 

The boy nodded frantically.

“I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you.” You smiled, a genuine, real smile. 

“What time?”

~end!~

[aidansloth]

{Kit Kat - Gareth Emerson X GN!Reader}

Warnings: none I think, just fluff (and swearing?) Pronouns used: They/them, you/you. (I use the name Grant for the unnamed dude in hellfire).

Summary: Gareth, your classmate, after arriving late notices that he forgot his lunch at home and you decide to help him.

Words: 868

Gareth cursed under his breath as he entered the classroom 10 minutes late to the lesson; not that it was that late, but when Mrs. Morris already hated you, it wasn't very convenient. She gave him a death glare and told him to sit down. He nodded as he walked towards his desk and noticed you in the one next to his, smiling at him. No need to lie, his heart skipped a beat. He's had a crush on you since the previous year but you only had classes together from this September. You deciding to sit next to him when there were plenty of seats available, kind of make his brain short-circuit.

He smiled back, quickly reaching his seat and taking everything he needed out of his backpack; his eyes darted to the empty space at the bottom of it. Fuck. He forgot his lunch. He was so busy making his sisters' to take to school that he forgot to make his own. Fuck my ADHD. His eyes closed as he huffed.

"Hey, you okay?" he turned around at the whisper, seeing you gazing back at him with a questioning look. He felt his words die in his mouth, it going dry with the anxiety.

"Ehm- yeah, yeah I just noticed I forgot my lunch." he added an awkward smile at the end. You nodded and turned around to your bag. Great, they think I'm an idiot now. His focus went back to the teacher, hoping you would forget about this interaction.

"Here." his breath hitched at your voice, his head spun in your direction. Not a word came to him as he saw you handing a KitKat bar to him with a smile on your face. Come on Gareth, a word, any word would be good right now.

"I know it's not much but it's all I have to offer good sir." you said with a chuckle which made him melt even more. He now noticed you'd been holding that bar for a little too long and quickly went to grab it. He tried not to think about the fact that he just touched your hand.

"It's- it's more than enough, thank you. Are you sure you're alright with giving me this?" he kept looking at the KitKat because if he looked at you right now he would probably faint. You replied with a simple 'yes' and that was it. Until lunch of course.

He sat in his usual place, mindlessly taking out his KitKat and fidgeting with it. The rest of Hellfire looked at him confused and shared a knowing look among each other.

"What you got there, Gare?" Eddie stuffed his mouth with cashews while the others nodded.

"Yeah, is that all you got for lunch?" continued Grant, squinting his eyes. Gareth shook his head and tried to find the words.

"I... I forgot my lunch at home, was too busy making my sisters'." the others looked unsatisfied with his answer.

Jeff took a sip from his juice box, "What's that in you hand then?" he pointed at the chocolate bar.

"A KitKat." Dustin answered and without hesitation Eddie threw his last cashew (a really important cashew) towards his face, hitting him in the eye.

"OW!"

"That's what you get for being a smartass." he justified himself at Dustin's complains.

"Can we get back on track please? Where did you get the KitKat?" Mike was already fed up with the others' shenanigans.

"Y/n gave it to me." Gareth responded simply: he still hadn't opened his KitKat. At his words the whole table stopped stunned (even Dustin stopped complaining). They all looked at each other before simultaneously deciding to flood him in questions.

"When?" "And they just gave it to you like that?" "Since when can you talk to them?" "Are you two dating?" "They just had one on them?" "You two make out yet?" "If I go to them now do you think they'll give me one too?"

Before the situation could get even more out of hand Gareth shouted at them to shut up, which they did immediately, too intrigued by the plot. Gareth huffed and began bouncing his leg, still looking at the piece of chocolate.

"They noticed me looking at my empty bag and asked what was wrong, so I told them. Before I knew they've already whipped out the chocolate and- and they had such a sweet smile on their face- fuck." Eddie chucked and grabbed his friend by the shoulder and shook him.

"Man, you're whipped." Gareth half smiled and nodded.

"So... you gonna eat that?" Dustin pointed at his prized possession.

"You're not getting it, Dustin." Gareth moved the bar closer to himself.

"Really though, you eating that? Because it seems like you're about to keep that under your cushion to-"

"Don't even finish that sentence Jeff, yes I'm eating it." Jeff put his hands up in defence with a sly smile on his face; he was just really happy for his best friend, he'd been crushing for you a little bit too long.

In the end Gareth did eat the KitKat, but the wrapping paper is kept safe in his memory box, for him to smile over when feeling sad.

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a/n: hope you liked it, next coming up is the date fic (I have no current idea for it so if you have any scenario or even a conversation idea just tell me in the comments thank you<33)

I love writing the conversations at the Hellfire table I swear I love them all so much

[deliciousdacre]

I see everyone saying that Gareth doesn’t like PDA but I think once he’s comfortable with you then he is. Like, new relationship nerves, not wanting to push boundaries, yours or his own, so he takes it slow. Say you’re a couple weeks most likely a month and a half into the relationship and he’s finally comfortable with holding hands and just walking up to you between classes and giving you a kiss and I believe his love language is physical touch, maybe quality time or gift giving, maybe all three, so once he’s comfortable with showing you off he does.

omg i completely agree with you, lovey 😭

just lemme write a quick lil blurb for you ✨

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When you first started going out with Gareth, he was always nervous when it came to showing you how much he loved you. His main love language was physical touch, but because he didn’t want to scare you away, he hesitated when it came to simple things like holding hands. Deep down he wanted everyone to know that you were his, but he was afraid that he would come off as clingy. When the two of you had alone time, he would always ask if everything was alright and if you were comfortable with being so close to him.

After a while, you started to worry his lack of physical affection was a result of something you did. One afternoon while the two of you were sat side-by-side in his living room watching the television, you decided you would figure out what his deal was. You took the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder, which in response, he cautiously placed his arm to rest behind you on the sofa, letting out a shaky breath.

“Hey, Gare?” You peeped, breaking the (somewhat) awkward silence.

“What’s up, Sugar?” He responded, his arm moving from the back of the couch as he turned his attention from the television program to you.

“Why don’t you touch me?” You asked anxiously. Just as those words slipped out, you began to worry that your question was a little insensitive.

Gareth let out a soft sigh, his eyes dropping to his hands which were now fidgeting with a tatter in the hem of his shirt. “I don’t know… I guess I just don’t want to overwhelm you or anything—“ He trailed off.

His response earned a low chuckle from you. “Overwhelm me? Gareth, you don’t have to worry about that, Silly,” You reached for his hands, tilting down so you could make eye contact with him. “I love you. I want you to know that it’s okay to hold me and hug me and kiss me whenever you feel like it.”

As you spoke, Gareth’s face softened and the corners of his mouth turned up into a faint smile. He felt a sense of relief knowing that it was okay to be affectionate with you in this way. He broke his gaze from your eyes to look at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked sheepishly.

“Of course, My Love. Any time you wish.”

[sirenmoth]

His Flannel

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth just loves the way you look in his cut off flannel, maybe a little too much

CW: slight praise and degrading, oral (fem receiving), minor overstimulation, couch stuff that’s it,porn with little plot, gareth has quite strong that is my new headcanon

written on phone cuz my wifi is shitty rn and ik this is probably bad but idk, also not proof read

Weekends were reserved for you and Gareth, if there wasn’t band practice is any other chores that required your attention it was spent going on small dates around Hawkins or chilling at either ones of your houses. Today you both decided to stay at Gareth’s house since his parents and younger siblings weren’t home, mindlessly watching some random kind of bad tv show that was airing, resting your back against his chest with his arms around your waist.

Left around 5 minutes ago and in that time you thought it was a good idea to try on his cut off flannel, thinking it would only take a minute but what you didn’t expect was for it to be really, really soft. Making yourself comfortable on the couch you hear his voice from across the room.

“Looking good, sugar”

As he makes his way over to you, drinking in your figure, and you, you wearing his flannel, getiing between your legs and comfortable “God, why didn’t I think of this sooner” he stated before attacking your neck with nibbles and bites, his hands moving to your chest, using your breasts like personal stress balls, whining you try and buck your hips towards him to get some relief and friction. Gareth lowers his body weight on top of you “Patience, princess, let me have my fun first” he mubles into your neck before suckilng a hickie onto your neck. “You look so good.” Moving his hands down to your thighs and under your skirt,  massaging just below where you need him. Removing his hand, he flipped your skirt, moving down while remaing eye contact with you, stopping when he comes face to face with your clothed cunt. 

“Gare, please” you whine to get his, Gareth on the other hand responsed by dragging his nose over your clit repeatedly causing low throaty moans to leave your mouth, grinding your hips against his face, Gareth moved your panties to the side and flattened his tongue againt your clit before sucking on it 

“Gareth, please” you whine to get his attention, Gareth on the other hand responds by dragging his nose over your clothes cunt, repeatedly, earning low throaty moans to leave your mouth. Before you could grind again this face, he moves your panties to the side and flattens his tongue against your clit before sucking and licking and placing small, light bites against it. Eating you out like a starved man, watching as you let moans free fall from your lips.

“Please, Gare, please”

“Please what, princess?” Moaning again, you try bucking your hips upwards towards him, hoping to get to message across without saying anything, receiving a hard slap on your inner left thigh after not giving a direct answer , Gareth likes when your upfront on what you want from him, you whine as he asks again “Please what, Princess?” sound more strict and less patience with you “Your finger- please i need your fingers” He lighting bites your clit as a warning, quickly responding “Inside me, please I need them inside me”

Humming, pleased with you response, he inserts his middle and ringer finger into your cunt, telling you to get off in his finger’s yourself, before he returns to his assault on your sensitive bud. Grabbing a fistful or his hair you begin grinding against him and you work yourself to towards finishing, hearing a mumbled “good girl” as you begin to feel that all too familiar feeling in your lower stomach, moving your hips faster and grinding down harder, Gareth matched your movements.

Moaning loud and you feel yourself on the edge you barley make out a sentence “ah- please- oh fuck- ima cum, please let cum! oh god” you hardly make out what he says over your own moans

“go on, cum, such a good slut for me “

Giving one last big suck to your nub, you loudly moan his name, pulling his hair as you ride out your orgasm. Gareth removes his fingers slowly and fixes your underwear as you catch your breath

“Maybe you should wear my flannel more often” Gareth suggests, giving him a out of breathe chuckle as you regain your senses “Maybe I should” smiling at him as he pulls you into your lap for some aftercare cuddles

[theblacknoob]

My Gareth obsession is getting out of hand

[laurafett]

I don’t want to be your friend

Gareth Emerson x gn! reader

-Gareth and you have been friends since middle school but a heart to heart conversation at a party gets you both to reveal your true feelings-

Even tho there is no explicit smut I don’t want minors to interact!

No mentions of readers gender, appearance, pronouns, sexuality, skin color, weight etc. (If I missed something please tell me)

Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive language, make out session, curse words, hints to sex

Gareth and reader are around 21-22 here and go to college

Please keep in mind that this is not beta read and englisch is not my first language

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“Stop being a bitch and just do it!” Jeff yelled over the music which played in the background. It was Saturday night and just a few days left till spring break. You and your friends assembled at Dustin Henderson’s, a high school kid you knew a little from the telling of your friends, house to throw a party. There were a bunch of people you just saw in high school once or twice who got invited by Eddie, who promised that they were cool to hang out with.

You knew that a lot of people in this room weren’t too fond of parties, not even after they graduated high school a few years after you, but it seemed that they just needed the right people around them to really have fun. 

Eddie invited you and the former hellfire boys, saying he wanted you to meet his other friends as well. Secretly you knew that this was just a part of his plan to finally get Steve to admit his feelings for him, but who were you to judge? It wasn’t like you were the best at expressing your feelings when it came to the people you had a crush on. Best example would be your friend Gareth.

The both of you have known each other since middle school. It was the day he, Eddie and Jeff performed at the talent show that you were sure you found your people. Walking up to them after their first official performance as “Corroded Coffin” and telling them how cool you thought they were; the boys decided for you to be their number one fan and best friend at that moment. And it actually didn’t change since.

The room erupted in yells and cheers from all people around. You snapped back into reality and looked down to the people playing ‘spin the bottle’ on the floor. A smile tugged at your lips as you watched Nancy’s and Robin’s lips meet in the middle of the circle of people. 

Steve sat beside Robin and clapped while Eddie turned his face into your direction and gave you a knowing look. Eyes rolling, you mouthed ‘It was about damn time’.

You felt something shift beside you on the couch and looked up. Gareth sat back down next to you and threw one of his arms on the cushion behind you. He gave you a smile, looked down at the two women, still kissing, and turned back to you. A theatrical loud sigh left his mouth and he said:”Young love, isn’t it beautiful?”

Slapping your hand against his chest you laughed. “You are literally younger than both of them.”

The man beside you shrugged and took a sip from his beer. His hand, which was no longer on the cushion of the couch, traveled to your neck and began to lightly scratch your sensitive skin there. 

You didn’t know if he knew it but every time Gareth drank, he got touchy. Not in a creepy or inappropriate way, he just liked to be close to people. Most of the time it was an arm around someone's shoulder or waist. Or a hand on someone's thigh or arm. He did it to everyone and yet you still felt nervous every time his skin touched yours. It was just a friendly gesture he did to people he felt comfortable around but you saviored it every damn time, knowing those are the only moments you could enjoy the feeling of his touch.

Relaxing your body a bit more you sank further down into the couch beneath you and also slowly into the frame of your friend beside you. Which didn’t go unnoticed so he used the opportunity to throw his arm completely over your shoulder and pull you into his chest, so your back was almost flush against it. 

His arm slung around your neck, holding you close to him and you could feel his warm breath on the side of your face. Your heart was beating so fast, you hoped he wouldn’t notice. And he really didn’t, too busy resisting the urge to pull you into his lap and kiss you in this very moment. 

Gareth was used to being close to you, even when it came to your body. You two had cuddled more than once and there were countless times where you shared a bed at one of the boys' sleepovers. Anyhow, it was hard to not just give into his secret desire to just confess his feelings for you, every time he was this close to you. 

He had a crush on you since the first day he saw you. His friends knew and even now, after years and years of being friends they didn’t stop teasing him about it. And especially about the fact that neither of you made a move and instead just rather suffered in silence. 

Eddie told him to just shoot his shot, more than once, but Gareth was not so convinced about the fact that you liked him back. Did you like him as a friend? Yes, that he was sure about. Did you like him in a romantic way? Probably not. He saw the people you went on dates with and the people you hooked up with. He couldn’t compare with them. 

He felt your head move and looked down at you. Your lips moved but he couldn’t hear a word you said. Changing his position, he lowered his head so his lips moved directly against the shell of your ear. Goosebumps appeared on your skin when he asked you to repeat yourself. The light stubble on his skin scratched your cheek.

You turned your head further so that your lips were right beside his ear. 

“I asked if you want to go out and smoke a cigarette.” Your voice was a bit raspy from the screaming and smoking which sent a slight chill over his body. 

Gareth downed the last bit of his beer and nodded. His limbs let go of your body and you pushed yourself off from the sofa, holding one of his thighs and squeezing it slightly. He almost moaned at the feeling but managed to hold it in. 

 The others were too caught up in their game to even notice the two of you leaving. Only Eddie and Robin shared a knowing look, internally hoping that their friends finally would open up about their feelings. 

The night air was chilly, hitting the exposed skin of your legs. You went through the pockets of your denim jacket and pulled out the small packets of cigarettes. Grabbing two, you put it back and offered one to the man standing beside you on the porch. 

With a silent ‘thank you’ he took the cig and offered you his lighter. It was silent outside, all you could hear was the remaining sounds of a Blondie song from inside the house. 

Gareth blew out some smoke and looked at the dark street before him.

“Fuck, I really can’t wait to get out of this city.”

You chuckled at his words.

“What? Is the college we’re going to not far enough away from here?” You knew what he meant but it was always fun to tease him about Hawkins. You hated this town just as much as he did.

“The college is like one city over. So, no. It’s definitely not far enough.” His laugh rumbled through his chest and you glanced at him; side eyeing his movements. 

“So where exactly do you want to go if our college is still not far enough.” Bringing your cigarette back to your lips, your head turned into his direction now. He still looked into the darkness of the night.

“I don’t know. Maybe to a different state. Somewhere where the people are not so small minded. Maybe New York? Who knows.”

“So you just want to leave us? Leave me in this shithole with those dumbasses?” Pointing your finger into the direction to the window behind you, the both of you turned around to see Dusting trying to fight Mike in the middle of the living room, while the others cheered around them.

He giggled at the sight of his friends. God, he wished he had more confidence around you. He really wanted to say something smooth. Something so he would seem cool to you. Something that would make you fall for him. But he couldn’t think of a single thing.

“I’m really going to miss this. I mean, we only live one hour from here now and I already miss it.” Gareth turned so he was able to look at you. Your eyes stayed fixed onto the window or more like at what was happening behind it. 

He took in your face, the light from inside painting it in a yellow color. You were so beautiful. Every part of your face seemed so soft and ready to be caressed by his hands. It took everything in him to not just touch you right now. It seemed like his body was screaming to get closer to you, to find at least the slightest bit of skin to skin contact. He was glad that he didn’t drink that much, because if he had he probably wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to give in to his thoughts. 

You noticed his staring and looked at him. A smile was on his pink lips and for a second you thought about kissing him. 

“‘What?” You asked as you looked into his blue eyes, feeling butterflies in your stomach with the way he stared at you. He looked like he was in thoughts and you desperately wanted to know what he thought about while looking at you like that. 

“You could come with me, you know.” Right after saying this, the man snapped out of his dream world. His stomach dropped and panic clouded his mind. He didn’t mean to say this out loud. There was no way you would move across the country with him just because he had a crush on you. Internally yelling at himself for being so stupid, he tried to seem calm on the outside; already trying to find a way to make it sound like it was just a joke.

You looked at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. 

“You want me to move to New York with you?” Gareth could hear the shock in your voice and ignored the way his heart shrunk for a moment. He looked down at his almost completely burned cigarette and snapped it into the grass in front of the house. 

“It doesn’t have to be New York. We could-” Eyes searching yours, he could see the conflict behind them. “You know what, just forget it. Just pretend I didn’t say anything.” He tried to laugh through it but it sounded more painful than anything. 

Snapping your own cig into the bushes you took a step towards him and put your hand onto his forearm. His eyes were glued to his feet, no way he would be able to look at you again after embarrassing himself like this. 

“Gareth, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound rude. I just-” You searched for the right words. The right words to tell him that you would drop everything for him in a matter of seconds if he really wanted you to move away with him. “I just can’t think of a reason why you would want me to come with you.”

His head shot up, brows drawn together as he looked at you. Did you really just say what he thought you said?

“What the fuck?” He breathed out a laugh and ran his hands through his curly hair. “You couldn’t think of a reason why I would want you to come with me? Are you serious right now?” His slightly aggressive tone caught you off guard and you took a step back from him. The man noticed the change in your appearance and took a deep breath, he definitely didn’t mean to scare you. 

“I’m sorry. I just, shit, I just don’t understand why you would say that. The real question is, why wouldn’t I want you to come with me? We’ve been friends since forever, we spend almost all our free time together. I-” He closed the small distance you put between the two of you and grabbed your shoulders. “I can’t even think about a future without you. Everytime I think about my future I see you. How we graduate college together, how we get our first jobs together, how we move in and live together. Everything. You’re my best friend.” Gareth almost cringed at the last part. You weren’t his best friend. You were his soulmate. 

Small tears started to form in your eyes. Tears of joy, one might think, because this was the exact way you thought about him and you were more than happy that he also saw his future with you. But the reason the tears started to make their way across your face was your own stupidity. Because for a short moment you really thought he saw you as something else than a friend. For one short moment you hoped that he wouldn’t call you his friend again. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He panicked. What did he do wrong?

You forced yourself to laugh through your tears. “Nothing. I’m okay. I just-”

His hands moved to grab your face, his thumbs wiping away the hot tears on your heated cheeks. “No. Please tell me. I don’t want to see you crying.” He looked so concerned, almost heartbroken.

“Gareth.” Taking in a deep breath, you weighed your changes. It was now or never. “What if I don’t want to be your friend anymore?” 

His skin got pale and his mouth hung open. The anxiety in his chest crept into his lungs and he felt like couldn’t breathe anymore. He was sure he would throw up. Removing his hands from your face, he looked away from you. He could feel the tears burning in his eyes. Out of all the ways this evening could have gone, he didn’t expect this.

While his body turned away from you, you gathered all your remaining courage to keep talking and reached for his hand to stop him.

“No, wait. It’s not like that.” With all your strength you pulled him back into your direction and used your other hand to turn his face to yours, holding it while you kept talking. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore, because I like you.” His brows furrowed, telling you that he didn’t understand a single word you said. 

“Gareth, I am in love with you. I have been since we met in middle school. And I don’t want to walk around anymore and pretend like we are just friends. I-”

“You’re in love with me?” He didn’t let you finish, his glossy eyes searching yours.

“Yes.” You nodded. It was silent. Every second that went by was like a knife hitting your skin. The man didn’t speak, he just looked at you. Concern crawled its way into your mind. What if he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, now that you confessed your feelings for him? What if he hated you now, because you destroyed your friendship? What if-

But you weren’t able to finish your last thought because you felt two warm hands grabbing your face again. Pulling you into his direction till you felt his soft, plush lips on yours. 

At first you weren’t able to register what happened. Gareth, your best friend and secret crush, kissed you. Did you fall asleep on the couch and this was all a dream? 

He pulled away and looked down at the puzzled expression on your face. 

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first. I just couldn’t hold myself back.” A smile spread across his face. “Do you know since when I wanted to do that? Since fucking middle school when you complimented my drum skills. Fell head over heels in that moment.”

He grinned at you, small tears making their wait out of his eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You’re such a fucking dickhead.” Grabbing his wrists you pulled his face to yours and connected your lips again.

This time was different. You kissed him back. He kissed you with more force, almost knocking you over. His hands went to your hips, pulling your body flush to his while your hands snuck around his neck and buried themselves into his hair. 

The feeling of having him so close to you made you dizzy, feeling his lips against yours made your stomach turn in the best ways. 

After some time he pulled away from you, heavy breathing and looking at your swollen lips. 

“Fuck. This. This is another thing I want to do in the future with you.” 

“No one is stopping you.” You grinned at him and before you were able to form another thought, his lips were on yours again. Slightly pulling his hair, he moaned into your mouth. 

His large body moved you backwards till your back hit the wall of the house. Letting his mouth wander, he kissed his way down your chin and neck. Scraping his teeth over your skin, all you could do was hold onto his curls and moan into the cold night air. 

One of his legs pressed itself between yours. Moving his head back up he smirked at your already desperate expression. 

“Fuck. I love seeing you this way. Can’t wait to see you whining under-”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, the door beside you got ripped open and a drunk Jeff popped his head out. 

“There you are. Get the fuck inside, we’re doing karaoke now.” And a second later he was gone again. 

Gareth groaned into your neck while you laughed. Slightly pushing his body off of yours, you walked towards the door. 

“Now come on. You really want to miss how Eddie and Steve sing ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ together?” Grabbing his hand you pulled him inside with you.

He stopped you right before you entered the living room again. “Are we-” He cut himself off and started to nervously scratch his neck. “Are we dating now?” You couldn’t help yourself but giggle.

“One minute ago you were ready to fuck me on the porch of the house of a friend and now you’re getting shy?” His cheeks turned pink as he joined your laughter.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes, we are dating now. And when we drive back to college tomorrow we have all the time to ourselves.” Leaving a trail of kisses on his neck you could feel a silent moan escaping his throat. 

“I can’t wait.” He gave your ass a soft slap before the two of you went back to your friends. 

Neither of you would have expected this night to go this way, but you were more than happy how it ended. 

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If people like this I might write a part two in which they get down to business ;) And either way I’m always happy about feedback :)

[snifflesbih]

god i think ab unspeakable things when it comes to him it’s absolutely ridiculous

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

hi!! could you write a fic about Gareth having a partner (reader) with anxiety? meaning they'll be stressed for no reason sometimes and also they can find it hard to breath and stuff like that? thank you!<3

ofc!

Gareth Emerson x Reader

Suddenly, it felt like the walls were going to start closing in. Everything seemed, for some reason, stressful.

The simple act of answering Eddie's question, seemed to much for you right now. You just had to go.

You didn't know what had triggered your anxiety today. You just felt like your breathing quicken and quickly excused yourself from the lunch table.

You had to get out of there, to many people. You hated this stupid anxiety. It got in the way of so many things.

and it didn't just mess up things for you. Gareth didn't have a normal girl by society standards. He couldn't just go to a party with you and stay all night.

You don't even realize you were walking, but find yourself in an empty classroom. You slide down against the wall and try to even your breath.

You hear footsteps, and then the door softly opens. You open your eyes to see Gareth walking over to you. He takes a few more steps before sitting next to you.

"Hey, baby. You're okay, I promise. Can we try to take a deep breath?" He asks softly while holding your hand. You nod your head so he knows you're ready to try to stop this hell like cycle.

"In, one two three, four, five, out," he says and you keep doing the deep breaths until all that is wrong is your leg shaking.

Gareth sighs and pulls you into his lap. He gently rests his head in the crook of your shoulder, and starts running circles on your thigh.

You close your eyes and try to calm down. It doesn't work like that, but that never stopped you from trying. No matter how much you tried to will away your anxiety, it never just went away.

Gareth always helped a lot. Whenever he would simply get your breathing to stop being so out of control, and held you.

It made a world of difference. You were able to breath and that helped everything. You no longer felt like the walls were going to close in on you.

You felt safe with Gareth's arms wrapped around you. You always did, and no matter what, it would always help.

"Thank you," you whisper. You feel Gareth smile into your neck before pulling back to reply.

"No need to thank me, baby," he says and places a kiss on the side of your neck. He then resumes his previous position of snuggling into your neck.

You felt safe and secure with him. It wasn't a normal feeling for you, feeling like you were okay.

Usually everything was impossible, stressful, and the stress would make you forget about ever even trying. But, Gareth helped with the stress. A lot.

[ashandbrimstone]

listing out gareth headcanons because i can ok:

he’s a huge fan of glam metal, in fact van halen and tommy lee were both his “holy shit i’m into dudes” awakening.

he’s a huge softie for all animals, but cats specifically. he’ll force eddie to pull over the van whenever he sees a stray, and try (and usually fail) to get them to come home with him. he’s started to keep a stash of treats and wet food cans in eddie’s glove compartment “just in case”

he’ll absentmindedly tap his fingers along to the beat of any song that’s playing. he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, but he always keeps perfect time.

he LOVES to collect shit, and he’ll keep little memorabilia from hangouts that now is scattered all over his room. polaroids all over his walls, his first ever beer bottle, his stacks of sticks and old guitar pics his friends would retire to his collection.

everyone in the band just kinda share all their shit together. they’ll trade pins and books and tapes. vinyls are off limits but they always share cassette tapes. gareth makes mix tapes and would give each of his friends a highly personalized one from his own knowledge of their music taste and what he’d think they’d like.

Gareth notices the little things from people. he’s incredibly observant, and one of the first to pick up on if someone’s feeling down and out. though, he’s more likely to gift them something small (like a doodle or a cool rock) than confront them about negative feelings.

Gareth admittedly has a hard time opening up, which is why once someone is in his circle, he’s an absolute ride or die. he has definitely gotten in his fair amount of fist fights, but he only picks them when someone tries to fuck with his friends.

He loves to draw, but is extremely embarrassed about putting effort into his art because he doesn’t think he’s very good. he still will doodle for his friends though, and is very touched to find that they all keep his scraps of art.

hes super careful about his hands, but since he gets into fights semi-regularly his knuckles are usually scraped up. his friends always spot him bandages whenever he needs it

that’s all for now thanks 4 indulging me 🫶🏻

[pullingyourstrings]

I love your HC's of Gareth's family, do you have any more? maybe how his parents met and how is his relationship with them?

Thank you!! Here's the part 1 of my headcanon on Gareth's family.

His mom is a hippie, always was, always will be, and she's absolutely amazing, kind and funny. As I said before Gareth is a momma's boy and they're together all the time, they're each other's confidant and support system.

His dad was a rave guy, Gareth is not sure how his parents met and how his dad became SO BORING with time. He was a good guy, provided for his family and was a great girl dad. But a boy dad? Not so much. He's distant, quiet and hard to please. (Bonus points if you hc Gareth as trans, then it gets even more angsty). Overall his family was always pretty nuclear and stable, until his dad fell sick and passed away when he was 13. It was difficult for everyone and Gareth took the responsibility to be "the man of the house" way too early since he's the only boy in the family, but they're all trying their best and it's working so far.

Also Eddie is his best friend since they were like 5 and he's considered family. They go on roadtrips and have sleepovers and movie nights together and nobody even bats an eye when Eddie is at their house, even if he's not with Gareth, because he's just always there.

[berry-loves-yandere]

hiiiiii may I please request some yandere gareth emerson with a darling who gets bullied and gets super attached to him? thank you very very much if possible 💛💛

GARETH!!! THE BELOVED!!!

Yandere Gareth x bullied!reader headcanons:

- (If female) They were bullied by the basketball team because they publicly rejected one of them

- (if male or other) They were bullied by the basketball team because they were outed as gay

- Gareth had some interest in his darling because no one had ever done that to the basketball team, so he thought they were brave and he deeply admired bravery

- Gareth was most likely their knight in shining armour once during an especially brutal beat down

- No one had ever stood up from them before, so immediately they were enamoured by Gareth

- They began to follow Gareth around like a lost puppy, which he didn’t mind at all

- Gareth soon brought them with him everywhere he could and would always do his best to protect them from the basketball team

- Gareth develops a bit of a saviour/hero complex from always protecting his darling

- Everyone could easily see that Gareth’s darling was in love with him

- Gareth knew it too but he wanted them to be completely dependant on him first and basically cling to him

- He began slightly distancing himself from his darling, even though it pained his heart 

- Eventually, without Gareth (and the rest of Hellfire)’s protection, the basketball team began beating them up again

- Then his darling would rush to Gareth, who always happened to be nearby

- Gareth’s plan worked and his darling couldn’t stand to be anywhere without him

- It hurt him to see them cry or get hurt but the reward was greater than the risk, so Gareth took it

[lovely--lover]

Watching a Scary Movie with Gareth

🥒Gareth usually prefers to watch romance movies (they're his guilty pleasure and he takes date ideas from them) but he wants to be tough and protect you. Wrap his arms around you and whisper into your ear “It’s okay I’ve got you”

🥒He will ask you to come over on a night when his mom and sister are gone so the house is empty. He wants to cuddle on the couch without his mom peeking into the room every ten minutes.

🥒Gareth will prepare everything!!!

🥒The night before he will go to family video reading the back of every horror movie available to pick the best one. (Gets annoyed when Steve tries to help him) he picks out multiple different movies, all classics, so you have options. 

🥒Candy, drinks, popcorn...he has it all!! Various kinds set out on the coffee table so you can pick whatever you want. They all just so happen to be your favorite because he asked two weeks ago to plan for tonight (he just wants everything to be perfect okay 🥺)

🥒Takes all the blankets and pillows off his bed and puts them on the couch. He even sets out a plushie (that he claims is his sister’s 🙄) on the couch so you can cuddle it if you don't want him.

🥒Gareth sits and waits on the couch glancing at the clock every five minutes until you arrive. He keeps rearranging the candy boxes because they don't look quite right.

🥒”Oh my-” you're eyes widen taking in everything then landing on a box of candy “These are my favorite!!” A blush takes over his cheeks as he gives a shaky smile “I know”

🥒Gareth will sit on the opposite end of the couch. He’s too nervous to sit right next to you worried that you will push him away. He will also push all the pillows your way keeping only one to wrap his arms around.  

🥒The movie selected is Halloween. The lights are dimmed the living room only illuminated by the television screen. Gareth's not even watching he’s just peering at you from the corner of his eyes. Desperate to wrap his arms around you as your face hides into the blanket.

🥒He will heck in on you throughout the movie “Do you need more to drink?” “So you want more candy?” “I can find another blanket if you need it?”

🥒Throughout the movie Gareth slowly scoots closer to you until there is a cushion between you. His hand slides out touching the edge of the blanket your hiding under that your hand his under. Holding your hand...Gareth would do anything to hold your hand except make the first move 🙄

🥒Gareth loves sour gummy worms and it is the only candy he doesn't offer you. But when you ask for some he gives you the entire bag. 

🥒It’s like everything stops when you grip the sleeve of his shirt eyes squeezed shut in fear “Gareth will you come closer....I’m scared” heart racing as you tug him closer and closer until he is right next to you the warmth of your body pressing against his arm.

🥒His heart is beating so fast it’s all he can think about. When your head presses into his chest shielding your eyes from the screen he gets brave and wraps an arm around you “It...It’s okay I’ve got you”

🥒Gareth will subtly press his face into your hair taking in the scent. Closing his eyes while leaning in closer. 

🥒Gareth isn't really watching the movie he’s too distracted by your presence. Although when he does glance towards the screen he isn’t scared but more annoyed at how stupid people can be. A killer is chasing you come on!! Thinks it could be fun to dress as Michael Myers for Halloween.

🥒When the movie ends Gareth is disappointed wishing he could spend more time holding you. When you pull away he doesn't fight it and moves to give you more space.

🥒”How did you like the movie?” a laugh leaves your lips “I’m still kinda scared I think....I think I would feel safer if I stayed here for the night...is that okay?”

🥒Gareth is wide-eyed immediately on his feet. “Uh” glancing towards the clock his mom and sister will be home in ten minutes “Yeah we’ll have to go upstairs before my mom gets home” he’s grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs.

Masterlist

Thank you for reading!!

[tbmunson]

So. Good news. Work has actually been really slow for once so I’ve had time to focus. New chapter of Escape coming out in the next couple of days.