#gareth my beloved

[rogueddie]

996 hours, 39 minutes and 12 seconds.

Gareth has had enough. It's been long enough. He's sick and tired of waiting- he's taking matters into his own hands. He can't wait any longer. It'll kill him.

"Oh, hey," Steve looks surprised when he opens the door. "Gareth. Uh, what are you-?"

"Are you home alone?"

"What? Yeah, but-"

He grabs Steve by the shoulders, turning him around and directing him into his house, kicking the door shut behind him. He walks them all the way to the kitchen and nudges Steve into one of the seats.

Gareth sits across from him, narrowing his eyes. "Are you a homophobe?"

"What? No!" Steve looks deeply offended at the question, before a more curious, understanding look takes over. "Wait, are you-?"

"No, I just need to make sure you're safe. You don't have a problem with any of that?"

"No, I don't. I'm not an asshole- not anymore, anyway."

Gareth glances at the clock.

996 hours, 42 minutes, 08 seconds.

"Alright... do you like Eddie?"

"What?"

"Eddie Munson. Do. You. Like. Him."

"That- I don't- what- what does that have to- to do with, like, anything?" Steve flushes, shifting uncomfortably.

That's a yes, Gareth thinks, nodding to himself.

"I'm going to send him over here in, like... two, maybe three, hours. He likes horror movies, salted popcorn and diet coke."

"I don't know what you mean."

Gareth sighs, rubbing his head as he glances at the clock again.

996 hours, 42 minutes, 58 seconds.

"I can't deal with his stupid pining anymore," he grabs Steves hands, giving him his best pleading look, hoping his desperation shows. "Just... try one date. Please, for the love of God, I won't survive another day listening to him ranting about your hair."

"What? Wait... does- does he... like me?"

Steves voice is so quiet, timid, it nearly makes Gareth falter. It sounds so much like his little sister, when she lets the cruel shit other kids say get to her.

"Don't let him know I told you, but... yeah. Yeah, Steve, he really likes you."

"Oh."

Gareth can't help but laugh at how starstruck he looks, eyes so wide and awed.

"Wait, what- what does he say about me? You said... my hair?"

"Alright, I'm taking that as a yes," Gareth quickly gets up, waving off Steves excited questions. "Two to three hours, Harrington!"

1,002 hours, 34 minutes, 58 seconds.

Eddie shoves Gareth out the way as soon as he opens the door, immediately starting to pace in his living room.

"You alright?"

"No!" Eddie screeches, eyes almost as wild as his hair. "Steve kissed me!"

"What? Dude, that's great!"

"I know! I just- fuck, I have to thank you for giving him the heads up that I was on the way with his VHS," Eddie grabs both of his hands. "He set up a pillow fort so we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street together. Gar, the movie scared him but he put it on because I like it and... fuck."

"So, it went well?"

"It was amazing."

They sit together, Eddie walking him through every little detail of their date. It just further proves that Steve more than earnt his romantic reputation.

It's also a relief to finally hear Eddie talking with so much joy, and love. Even just talking about Steve, he has a look like he thinks he hung the moon. His own personal sun.

"Hey," Gareth interrupts. "Congrats, man. You deserve this."

[queen-xf-hearts]

gareth asking eddie for love advice :

gareth: so, how did you get steve to fall for you?

eddie: fuck if i know

[accidental-spice]

@sailforvalinor look what I just made myself

[hes-a-rainbow]

So Dustin definitely got Suzie to hack into the Hawkins homepage to promote the club

(feat. my first ever gif 😱)

[horrorinhawkinshq]

[ rudy pankow, cis-man, he/him ] oh, them? that’s gareth 'grizz' emerson, they are twenty-one. they are currently a worker at rick’s records. i hear people say they are impulsive, carefree, creative, but also cynical, self-destructive, facetious. i always think of neon gas station lights on wet asphalt, liquorice rolling papers, skinned knees, sweat running into your eyes during a solo while the rhythm beats in your blood, leaning tight into corners astride a motorbike and briefly defying gravity. i wonder what their favorite scary movie is? [ fox, 26, any pronouns, gmt]

welcome to hawkins, gareth emerson. please have your account in within twenty-four hours. contact the main if you need more time !!

[sp0o0kylights]

Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine. 

Anyway I wrote a lil thing as a warmup 

PART TWO

"Why don't you come sit with Hellfire?" Gareth asked, angrily leaned against the bathroom wall while Steve fixed his hair.

He'd tried not to cling since he entered high school. Tried to keep things on the downlow, least any gossipy mouths started running. 

It was so stupidly, needlessly, hard. 

 His cousin was only two years ahead of him but they'd spent the last year in different schools because of it. 

 That year, and the lack of Steve's presence in it, had grated. Now that he finally had Steve back, Gareth was loathe to play by the rules. 

"Sit with you and Eddie, "the freak" Munson? I'll pass." Steve said, but there was no bite in it. 

That, Gareth knew, was because Steve was  using Eddie as an excuse. 

"You'd like Eddie if you spent five minutes with him, King Steve." Gareth fired back on automatic. His fingers dug into his arms, as he resisted the urge to pace around the bathroom floor. 

Unspoken was all the shit that had taken place.

Steve and Nancy's breakup. The rumor mill in overdrive, first about how Jonathan Byers had taken creep shot photos of them, then about how he'd taken his shot with Nancy herself. 

The supposed cheating, the public fights, the crazy background of Jonathan's little brother being missing. 

Billy Hargrove beating Steve to a pulp. 

Now friendless, Steve had thoroughly fallen from his place at the tippy top of the social hierarchy and between his utter lack of friends and his shit tier parents, Gareth was concerned. 

"You do not want me to sit with you, Gary. I'd tell all your little friends that you're apart of the royal family." Steve turned, making an exaggerated face. "How's Munson feel about cozying up to a Prince?" 

"I'd technically be an Earl, Steve, not a prince." Gareth grumbled. 

He got an eye roll in response. "Somehow I don't think he'll care." 

"I do though." Gareth blurted out, absolutely thoughtless. 

Steve blinked at him. 

"What?" He said. 

In for a penny right?

 "I care." Gareth said, looking down and scuffing a shoe, making it squeak against the grimy tiles. "About you. You dick." 

"Wow Gary you almost sounded loving there."

For once, he ignored the jab. "I'm worried about you, man." He said it quietly, the painful truth pulled out of him almost by force. 

He knew better than anyone how few people Steve had. Knew how his dad was likely taking all the crap Steve had been involved in lately. 

Richard Harrington hadn't been the wedge that had separated his and Steve's mother, but the man hadn't done them any favors, either. 

His intolerance towards the working and lower classes, his demand for perfection, the way he looked down his nose not just on Gareth's parents but on his own wife and son…

Gareth's mom didn't tolerate it. 

Likewise, Stella Harrington didn't tolerate her sister ruining her shot at being a rich trophy wife. 

Both their sets of parents were dramatic and neither of them weren't anywhere near the concept of "good" but at least Gareth's weren't neglectful and abusive. 

Shitty absolutely, but he never worried about getting thrown out, or that his mom wouldn't acknowledge his birthday because he'd "complimented her outfit the wrong way." 

(”It's fine dude she just thought I called her ugly. It was a miscommunication. Dad said it's a good lesson about how women work."

"Casual reminder that your dad's an asshole and also how is telling your mom that she looked lovely in the sunlight telling her she's ugly?”

“It implied she wasn't lovely the rest of the time or some shit, I dunno man.”) 

The BMW was a shitty prize when compared what Steve had dealt with to receive it. 

"I'm okay." Steve said seriously. "It's almost the end of the year anyways. I can tough out having some extra alone time." 

"If you're sure…"

"Yeah man, I'm sure. Thanks though."

Then Steve pulled him into a hug and fuck their parents, who demanded they continued some stupid grudge. Gareth clung to him just as hard as he had at ten. Unsure if he'd ever be allowed to see Steve again.

[sha3mustd1e]

look how absolutely happy everyone is except michael wheeler 😭

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

finally getting back to my Gareth stanning roots

[punk-in-docs]

🎃Trick? or Treat?🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends don’t actually believe you’re really dating him, and they require some proof. Cause no way has the freak scored a girl like you- 3k- a dirty funky little drabble really…

Reader is related to my Eddie Series. Come take a look-

“There is no way. There’s just no way.” Dustin piped up. Dismissing it with a shake of his curly head.

“Agreed.” Mike pitched in, solidly. “I don’t buy it.”

They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there.

“It’s gotta be a set up.” Comes Gareth’s opinion. Nodding as he points his fork at Mike. A wedge of yellow fruit speared on the end.

“A bet right?” Says Jeff. Crossing his arms and eyeing you up, like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You were currently sat at the Hellfire table, so dubbed the freaks’ spot by the jocks, in the canteen.

It was Fall. Inside there were paper streamers looped about the walls in twisting orange and black. Cardboard cut-out Jack-o-lanterns and skulls sneer from the walls.

Outside was a mucky amalgamation of Indiana Fall. Bone chilling rain and sticky brown-gold leaves, that had come off the trees days earlier. The huge windows in here misty muggy and smeared condensation with rain knifing down the glass the other side. The sky is dark grey, all bruised, and heaving with chowder thick clouds.

Droopy paper halloween decorations are tacked everywhere in this space that smells like stale pepperoni pizza. Hand made felt tip posters are tacked up on every surface for the ‘Fright Night’ party happening in the gym.

Now you were looking down the table at five very concerned faces. All of whom were waiting for you to spill the truth.

Quite frankly, they’re all looking at you like you’re Judas Iscariot at a disciples reunion.

Your eyes darted around from person to person.

They don’t believe you exist. They can’t believe it.

They cannot buy that you’re dating the curly haired scarecrow that is their metal headed Hellfire Leader. Your Eddie.

Who at this moment had dashed out in the rain to the parking lot with his black hoodie yanked over his wild hair, cause he left his lighter in his van.

And cause you’d left your chapstick in there in the glove compartment. And well, he did offer to retrieve it for you. Such a Prince.

“What part of are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask as you reach in your bag for your book, and your brown paper bag of home made lunch. Chicken salad sandwich and a bag of chips. Extra large portions. You knew who would be stealing half your lunch.

Your chunky blue sweater slides off one shoulder. Revealing a lilac bra strap and a definite indication of a grape-purple hickie nestled in the crook your neck. The mystery continues.

“It’s gotta be fake. You’re like, dating a jock or something, aren’t you?” Jeff narrows his eyes at you like you’re a suspect.

Your gaze is packed in snow. Something razor cold skimmed off the Arctic Ocean.

“I take offence at that, dweeb.” You lob your eraser at his head.

That move is eerily similar to… someone else.

You hold your hand out, palm up to him, with a thundering frown. He throws your pink eraser back.

“But you’re-“ Mike starts. Then his tongue stunts itself.

You pause. Brows shooting up your head.

“I’m what, Wheeler?” Your tone invites him to think very carefully about his next words.

“You’re a girl.” He splutters.

“Hey. Only on the outside, kid.” You wink and click your tongue at him. Grinning. Widening your eyes. You learnt that from someone else too. The Kubrick stare.

“No- you’re, like. You’re a girl, girl. Like, you’re popular and. Normal? You get good grades. You’re friends with Jonny Lopez’ girlfriend. You’re going to like, a big league college.”

“I wouldn’t say popular. And we’re not entirely like friends. She just sort of bitches at me, and I occasionally give her a ride to school.” You shrug honestly.

“And hey excuse me, I’m not normal.” You point out. “I was reliably told this was the table that celebrates being ‘not normal’ anyhow.” you curl your fingers with air quotes.

They shrink down a little with that point. “Well yeah- actually.” and a chorus of shuffles, awkward coughs, and agreeing grunts comes your way.

“Good. Cause if I wanted to be ordinary I’d go sit at that table over there.” You nudge your head across the way where Jonny and Linda are sitting.

He’s telling some stupid macho story about a keg party to his fellow guffawing gorillas. She was busy chewing gum, not listening and painting her nails slutty cherry red.

“Did he pay you to do this?” Dustin asks. “Like $20 bucks if you come sit over here and prank the nerds.”

You slowly crunch a chip on your tongue and shoot him a spiky look. “Careful, Henderson.”

“Who paid who, to what, to the nerds?” Bursts a new voice into the conversation.

Quite possibly your favourite voice ever.

Eddie thumps himself down on his throne at the end of the table. Nudges his chair right up close to yours.

He’s flicking rain drips off his hoodie, some beaded down his leather arms. Some still clung to his big dark doe lashes and his messy bangs now growing wonkily down into his eyes. You’d seen him loping into the trailer bathroom the other day with a cigarette on the go, and a pair of scissors to just whack at those bangs. Messy as fuck.

A few rolling rain drips are still skating down his forehead. Soggy black sleeves nudge your chapstick into your palm on the table. He shakes off the rain like a wet dog.

Eddie drops a kiss on your head. A soft “Mwah” before he takes his seat. His hair hanging on your nose smelling like your dreamy coconut conditioner, because he’d spent the night at yours last night.

Neither of you got much sleep, naturally. You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. That boy was a sexual menace.

“Dude. We were just talking about your not girlfriend here.” Gareth pointed out. Jeff was deciding to take a cowardly out and hide behind a comic book.

Eddie tilts his head at the guy. Winding his cold knuckles through yours. Right there on the table top. Skin chilled from the rain.

“Is that a challenge in that sentence I’m hearing?” He asks with a stormy edge to his expression.

Eddies gaze could be lethal if he willed it to be. Shredding metal he could cut you on. These geeks rarely wanted to be in the ireful wrath of their leader’s disapproval.

“There’s no way you’re dating! It’s a hoax!” Dustin exclaims, loud. Laying his hands on the table in emphasis. Almost rising out his seat.

Eddie flicks those dark eyes to his curly haired companion.

“Alright punk. What about this are you struggling to get through your little head?” He barks out.

“How about, I don’t know, all of it. The fact she’s sat eating here. The fact you’re supposedly dating…” Sinclair lays out.

“Stop putting adverbs and negatives before the word dating.” You scowl at them.

Eddie chuckles, sneers and slings an arm around your shoulders. Looping you right close to him. You’re munching your lunch and smiling as he brings you in closer.

“Is it cause I’m so hot and so so way out of her little arty girl indie state league? I know. Poor baby girl, she can’t help that.” He coos.

You twist your head and his smirk is right there. Would be a shame not to kiss it. You lean in and peck him on the mouth sweetly.

When you pull away the pair of you take great delight in the shock still on their faces.

Eddie nuzzles his nose into your neck to make you squirm. Then he sits there with his chin on your shoulder. Opening his mouth like a little baby bird when he wants you to feed him chips. You do and he bites and sucks on the salty ends of your fingers.

“Seriously Henderson, You couldn’t shell out the amount of money required to fake constantly wrangling this one’s humungous ego.” You pat Eddie’s cheek three times.

“Not the only humungous thing she has to wrangle.” Eddie leers. Does that curling devil tongue at you. Tries to shove his tongue in your ear. You laugh and bat him away.

“No. No. Gross.” Says Mike. Shaking his shaggy head.

“….Plus serious compensation would be required for anyone to sleep in his flea pit of a bedroom.” You tell. Eyes turned down towards your book.

Eddie reached over you with his free hand and pawed at your chip packet for more. Scooped up your sandwich and stole a bite. Extra crispy bacon. Lettuce, Chicken mayo and that spicy mustard he likes- oh he was in love.

“Hey, I tidied it up for you, pencils. I put clean sheets on the bed. Made sure you could see the floor.” He spoke through chewing. Cheeks full. Sucking a glob of mustard off his thumb.

And yet, they’re all sat there looking at you like you’re selling bullshit.

“Alright you little assholes.” You clap and dust your hands off. Some of them actually jump back. Flinching.

Eddies staring at you with literal red bursting heart eyes watching you get irate with his table full of nerds.

You’re sat here all puppy love bundled up with him. Cupid arrow pink kinda gooey love, enshrined with little hearts squished above the i’s. Surrounded by pink ribbons and fucking bluebirds. Mushy love like a damn Carpenter’s song, and you’re so fused together at the hip bones. Like it actually hurts to break apart.

They’re still not buying it.

“What will it take to convince you, that we, are a real thing?” You nudge your thumb at you and Eddie.

They eye you shrewdly. Mike is the first soldier over the top the face the clattering guns.

“What’s his favourite band?” He fires out. Twisting towards you. All elbows and angles and those Wheeler nuclear-family enviable cheekbones.

“Bandsss plural.” You correct. “Metallica, Black Sabbath, Megadeath, Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P, Judas Priest, and Van Halen...”

“Don’t you dare do it.” Eddie warns to that naughty gleam in your eye. “They’ll never look at me the same.”

The guys lean in all interested.

“… And Dolly Parton. Especially Jolene.” They descend into laughing uproar. Eddie throws chips at Sinclair who was cackling.

They were never to know you two hollered along to that at the top of your lungs, on the drive to school in the summertime. Windows open. Hair flying. Shades on. Soupy sunshine and enjoying another cloying Indiana July.

That was the month you’d met this gorgeous creature. Watching fireflies come out laying in the long cool grass at the trailer park, sharing a joint. You in a gossamer sundress the colour of blushing peonies. It was like a way too good fever dream. Hazy days and deep purple sticky summer midnights.

“Favourite food?” Comes the next.

“His favourite meal is a chilli dog, with jalapeño loaded dirty fries with everything, and I mean everything, on it, and one of those strawberry mega monster shake things you get at the diner over on Admiral. He also loves sour candy, like a ridiculous amount. Sour patch kids, nerds, jolly ranchers.”

Eddie who was eating next to you frowned through chewing your sandwich down. The whole thing was nearly gone. Your half was looking pretty tasty too.

“I also know he doesn’t really have a great sense of a varied diet. He won’t eat for hours and then he’ll scarf it down in five seconds like a seagull. Case in point-“ Wave your hand across at him. Like you were presenting him.

“Hey-“ He mumbled. Mouth stuffed with almost all your sandwich.

“All in all, Bottomless void when it comes to food. Runs almost entirely on nicotine and caffeine. Or gas station beef jerky, and out of date mini powdered doughnuts.” You finish.

“Celebrity crush?” Dustin points a finger at you.

“Eartha Kitt. In her skin tight Catwoman costume.” You smile sultrily. “Next?”

“Damn.” Jeff laughed.

“Favourite subject?”

Oh you scoff.

“DND. Obviously. He hates science and math. But he’s actually shockingly good at English. He’s a reader. Reads more comics and fantasy books, than anyone I know. If you can’t find him, guaranteed he’s in the fantasy section.”

“Wow dude, really?” Gareth asks.

Eddie actually blushed.

“It’s actually pretty cute. You know Mrs Coulter, the elderly librarian? Yeah. They exchange Xmas cards. She properly dotes on him. Adorable. Calls him Edward.” You chuckle.

“No way-“ Dustin grins. Giggling. “Edward.” He preens. Cheeks all squidgy with his smile.

Eddie flicks a gaze over at you. It’s almost edgy, but he’s smiling. He’ll remember that- for later on.

“Henderson, I will jam that fork in your eye.”

You overlap the violence and pat the back of your boyfriends hand. Nudge your lunch towards him as a consolation prize.

“He’s just terrible at being forced to read and write stuff. Nonconformer in him really rails against being told what to do.” You lay out nodding.

Cause that was kinda a given where he’s concerned.

“Oh, oh, I know. Favourite movie…” Jeff clicks his fingers at you.

“Friday 13th. The Goonies when he’s stoned out his crazy brain.” You pat Eddie’s head affectionately as you speak.

“Ok those are fairly standard. How about a random trivia round?…” Dustin decides very loudly. Slamming his fist down on the table top. Almost knocking over Mikes can of tab. Jesus Dustin. Watch it man-

You roll your eyes and think. You also shut your book cause you know you won’t be cramming for your English test with the current inquisition going on.

“What does Eddie hate… what are some of his dislikes.”

“Jocks. Uh, He uhm, hates mushrooms on his pizza. Picks the pickles out his burger. He prefers winter to summer. Cuts all the scratchy labels out his clothes cause they annoy the hell out of him. Gets hay fever pretty bad. He thinks playing or watching sports is dull as shit. He can’t stand CCR, or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m sorry but no ice cream should taste like toothpaste. It’s sick.” Eddie whines.

“He has little scars on his back that he likes to claim are scratches from sex.” You begin.

“Yeah he’s showed those us a lot. It’s sickening.

“Okay, wait til I tell you that he actually got them from falling ass first into my moms rose bush when he was sneaking in through my bedroom window one night.”

“I brought you chicken noodle soup when you were on the very verge of death. Pencils.” Eddie defends.

You turn and catch his pouty little eyes as he leans into you.

“He thinks I don’t know that he sometimes feeds the trailer park strays. Leaves out a can of tuna and bowls of water for them. Has given most of them metal names.”

Holy shit. Eddie makes this face at you like he’s in awe of all the little things you’d grasped about him. Made his stomach feel all slippy and gooey. Yeah. This is definitely love, kid.

“Awhh.”

Eddie snaps his eyes across to his friend who dares make that noise. He picked up the fork closest to him. Shooting feral eyes.

“Oh, He’s named his van.”

“Pencils.” He warns.

“Shut up.” Mike counters. “What is it?”

“Galadriel.” You chirp all sunny.

Dustin looks so happy.

“You’re single handedly ruining my reputation here, honey.”

You lean in and smack a kiss on the end of his nose.

“You have a sex rep I don’t know about, Munson?” You raise one brow. Up in his face about it. That jumper sliding down a silky skinned shoulder he wants to nose at. Call a spade a spade. He wants to bite it. Soothe the bite with his tongue and hear you coo oh, Eddie.

“Not in front of the halflings, Baby. They’re fresh faced and innocent right out the shire.” He dotes at you.

“Hey we’ve seen some shit.” One of them defends

“Not talking about a DND campaign you little pipsqueak.” Eddie smirks.

His hand is sliding around the waistband of your hip. Scooping around your back and pulling you to him. Clutching at his leathered shoulders and your thighs guided sideways over his lap. He snatched you right out your seat.

“Children avert your gaze. Some very 18+ activities are about to happen here.” Eddie warns them as his hands smooth up your jumper. Over your hips and back. He growls when he gets his ring clad fingers clutching your ass through your jeans.

“Ok, I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Buckle up, Pencils.” He whispers into your ear and brushed his tongue over your pulse.

“I’m going for public indecency to prove a point to these assholes.”

Then he seals his lips across yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth, as with any wild Eddie kiss, you melt. You feel his jaw open.

Your spine uncurls and slopes down your body like jello. It’s a movie star kiss that demanded Dolby technicolour and surround sound. A swooning kiss off the silver screen that could curl toes, and bloom whole fields of daisies.

You grasp his hair and reel him in. Kiss him back all spitty and wet to prove a point, and you’re not shy about shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moans.

You scratch his scalp. He sucks your bottom lip like you’re a delicacy. It’s way too much. So filthy. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

Then you feel his wicked, wicked hand pinging dangerously at your bra clasp. Snapping it to your skin. He bites his lip when he pulls back and shoots you those sultry black bedroom eyes.

“This is the one I hate getting off isn’t it? The goddamned purple one.” He says all lusty as he rubs the tip of his nose into yours. Your cheeks are so hot. Blood lava hot pushing in your face.

“You’re a trooper. Munson. You’ll figure it out.” You tell him with a teasing voice that you can feel makes his dick throb under your thighs.

“Can’t wait to get in those panties, later.”

“I’ve got art class after school. Come by around eight. Moms out tonight.” You flirt. Which means takeout, and suffocating, hands wandering, kisses, til you can’t remember which way is up or down. And so much Eddie. It feels like you’ll burst with love of him.

His lips taste like sugary tab and, now, your chapstick. Ash swirls on his breath from his last smoke. He’ll be itching for another one soon. Maybe you’ll sneak away and join him. Make out for the remainder of lunch time.

“Good. I really love it when you can scream loud when I bury my face in your pus-“ You clap your hand over his mouth.

“They don’t need chapter and verse. Baby.”

Eddie responds by licking a big hot stripe up your palm.

“You know, guys, maybe they’re not faking it.”

“Please, people are trying to eat here!”

“I’m definitely gonna barf.”

~

[pullingyourstrings]

dominant Gareth x reader😍

Like at a drive in theatre and he’s tryna keep you quiet like oof-

Thanks for requesting! I find it pretty hard to write dom!gareth but I hope you like this ❣️

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

Summary: Dom!Gareth has to keep you quiet at a drive in theatre.

Warnings: smut, rubbing, oral (m receiving), no gender specific things are mentioned for reader.

Word count: 678

You and Gareth have been on a few dates and your relationship was still pretty new, but you were already at the point were you had to be creative, so you suggested a drive in movie. Gareth picked the movie, a random horror one everyone was talking about.

"Gare... I'm scared" you complained after a jumpscare.

"Really? The CGI on that monster is terrible" he tried to reason, watching as you bit the inside of your lips nervously. "C'mere. I'll make you feel safe" he opened his arms and you snuggled close to him. You felt the way he's body was pressed against yours, how good he smelled and only a few minutes went by when you decide to turn your attention to his neck, pressing gentle kisses wherever you could reach.

"Watcha doing there?" he asked laughing a little and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You didn't answer, just kept doing it. He held you close by your hips but still watched the movie, way too focused on it for your liking. You wanted him to focus on you. Your hand traveled to his crotch, just resting there on top of his jeans when he sighed.

"Babe... Y'know there's other people here, right?" his warning nothing but a whisper behind you.

"Don't care" you shrugged, palming him and he inhaled a sharp breath, holding your wrist forcefully to move you away.

"Oh you don't? That's interesting" his other hand moved from your hips to your front and the moan you let out the second he touched you could probably be heard outside the drive in, since it was silent so everyone could hear the movie.

"Shh baby, you gotta be quiet. Think you can do that for me?" he slapped a hand over your mouth and you nodded, knowing full well you absolutely couldn't. But you could try, if that meant he would keep touching you. And so he did, so slow you felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It wasn't enough.

"Please..." you moaned against his hand and he somehow understood.

"Please what, sweetheart? I'm already touching you" he cooed, placing his hand on your neck instead to hear your pleads.

"Want your cock" you answered simply.

"Yeah? Aw, it's a shame that we can't. They could see us" still, he moved his hand faster and you let out a sob.

"Please, want you so so bad"

"Alright, since you asked so nicely" he let go of you, opening his jeans and your eyes lit up, thinking it would finally happen.

"My way though." he moved the seat back "Sit down here." he pointed to the space in front of him and helped as you kneeled on the car floor. "Open your mouth and keep your head still, okay?"

you nodded and obeyed again. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and gently moved forward, making you swallow him whole.

"Maybe that will keep you quiet" he kept going, in and out of your mouth and you moaned around him as you felt it brush against the back of your throat, eyes rolling back.

"How do you manage to still be loud even with your mouth full of me? God, you're that desperate, huh?" you try to nod but there's no need to, your face says it all. "Yeah? Fuck, you're so good to me baby" he grabs a handful of your hair and presses you down, cursing as he came.

You whipped your mouth, sitting on the passenger seat again.

"C'mon, put your seatbealt on, let's go" he fixed himself, turning the car on and already putting it on reverse.

"T-the movie is not over yet...?" you half asked, voice hoarse after being used.

"You think I care about this movie right now? First, it's bad. And second, I wanna go home and fuck you the way you deserve, that's what I wanna do" he smiled at you and you smiled back, clicking your seatbealt and knowing that when he gets excited like this, it's gonna be a long night for you.

[rogueddie]

I was just thinking about how mad Eddie would get when finding out about Jason hurting Gareth... But then I had a better idea; Steve and Gareth becoming besties through Eddie, and Eddie thinks that it's a great thing. Until he comes home to find Steve pacing and, when he asks, Steve angrily informs him that the reason his hand was all bandaged up when they were introduced is because of Jason. Eddie tries to calm him down because he's about to go a little mad feral himself, but Steve is just more distressed because "it's not like I can go punch his grave! Maybe we can smash the flowers..."

[corrodedcoughin]

Just a little one this time :)

Au where Eddie is a youtuber and does one of those "boyfriend vs best friend, who knows me better" quizzes so he has an excuse to create content and hang out with two of his fav people at the same time

It's a video with Eddie sitting in between Steve and Gareth, all of them laughing and joking and answering questions. They're getting competitive but they're all friends so they know not to take it too seriously.

And then at the end Steve and Gareth tie, so Eddie  finds his tiebreaker question and while they wait Steve and Gareth chat. "Has Eddie ever done X with you?" Or "Remember when he did Y?" Sort of stuff

And then it ends with all of them forgetting about the quiz as they team up to roast Eddie mercilessly.

Eddie is acting all dramatic (of course), how he didn't organize this just to be put on blast and Gareth reminds Eddie it could have been worse - Wayne could've been here. Because that man has some STORIES about Eddie

ohohohhehehe OHOH!!!! OHH!!!! I think you have just become my favourite person. GARETH CONTENT??? IN MY INBOX??? and gareth and steve against eddie??? Momo, I could WEEP. the mention of Wayne??? this is hitting ALL my interests.

Eddie getting comments like 'so nice of steve and gareth to let eddie on their channel' 'wonder if eddie feels awkward third wheeling steve and gareth' and eddie commenting on every single one just a sad face and a broken heart emoji.

Steve and Gareth putting a video up on April Fools' day of just them two saying they are taking over the channel as a commentary/reaction channel to eddie and its just them watching eddie's old videos and going on tangents of stories they have about him.

It becomes a yearly tradition and one year they actually do get Wayne to come on and the both of them are crying laughing at the stories he's telling about Eddie (including but not limited to; eddie's first time coming home drunk ft the ducks that accidentally imprinted on him, eddie getting passionately into frogs and demanding Wayne call him various Latin frog names/not responding to 'eddie' and the time eddie 'accidentally' got involved in a line dancing group that he maybe possibly still goes to)

[queer-ragnelle]

Excuse the Orkney bros brain worms I watched all 4 (not you Gaheris) Orkney bros die horribly in BBC the Legend of King Arthur 1979 in the Arthurian Theater and I’m still unwell about it. Gawain my friend Gawain…..

[depressed-andobsessed]

Just thought there might be some other people like me out there that would benefit from the knowledge that this guy:

Yeah, his name is Gareth.

[steddie-thirst]

Knock His Block | Eddie Munson x (Shy) Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie can't stop himself when he sees you defenseless. When Jason is seen picking on you, the shy girl, he decides to be a bit chivalrous and offers to be your bodyguard.

(Warnings blood, Jason, fluff, angst, chilvarous!Eddie, fighting, blood, broken noses)

Hello my lovely readers I wanted to take time to let you know that from now on we will refer to Y/N as 'Belle' and I know this may be a bit frustrating for some of my readers, but I simply cannot stand to write (Y/N) in my stories. It is still an X Reader and there are no special physical descriptions of the reader and I will not give a specific body type. Simply imagine it's your name instead of Belle. Thank you! If you chose to stop reading or have questions I understand!

"So, Eddie?" Dustin speaks up eyes darting over to his unusually silent friend.

Eddie is idly tapping his knuckles on the speckled table beneath, clearly deep in thought. Only being brough out of when his name is called. "Hmm?" He hums, eyes flitting over to gaze at the small curly haired boy a small indication to let him know that he was listening.

"Are you listening?" Dustin asked and the metalhead huffs a short laugh leaving him.

"Sorry, no. Jus' been thinking." Eddie replied, palms flattening out against the surface before leaning back to straighten up in his chair. Like a king on a throne. Eddie surely was something to admire.

"Great." Dustin states. "But are you really cancelling Hellfire?" He reiterated his question still reeling from the announcement. The other members, Gareth, Jeff and Kevin looked to their leader for an answer. It was almost unheard for Eddie to cancel any meetings especially at the end of a campaign. He was insane! Or had to be because it would explain a lot.

Eddie sighs shoulders dropping, "Alright, I'll let you in on a little secret." He watches as they all lean forward turning an ear to listen to what their leader had to say. Eddie glances around the cafeteria, before leaning in too. "Boys, I've got a date with destiny."

"The girl from homeroom?" Gareth chimed in and Eddie responded with a groan elbowing him.

The drummer didn't appreciate the sentiment. "Ow." He whined rubbing his side.

"No, with that cutie in O'Donnell's." Eddie corrected, eyeing to his watchful flock. Then they flit over to the doors at then end of the lunch hall. "Speak and she appears." They all turn their eyes to view the mystery girl.

"Belle?" Jeff was shocked. "You have a date with her? Isn't she like super quiet? Barely says anything?" He furrowed his brow in despite of Eddie's admittance to said 'date' although he made it clear.

"Well." He shrugs non-chalant, hands clapping together. "It's not really a date. She's coming over to mine to study, so." Eddie looks back down at his hands fidling with his ring entranced by the shiny metal.

"But you wish it was a date." Jeff comments reaching for his soda and Eddie looks up back to the bassist.

"What?"

"He said you wish it was was date." Gareth intrudes into the conversation, Dustin and Mike interlocked in their own world away from the seniors. "Eddie, you have a thing for soft girls. Belle is one of them. I've seen how you look at her."

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. "I-I can't just ask her I mean... Hello, she fits into a crowd with Steve Harrington!" The guitarist almost shouted.

"Talk to her." Kevin pipes up catching the metalheads attention, still off-guard by the support from his band mates. The younger members excusing themselves to chase after Lucas, but really just didn't want to be a part of all this girl talk.

"Talk-? Talk to her?" Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands wildly. "No, absolutely not. Have you seen me talking to girls."

"Yes." They all agreed.

Eddie huffs slamming his hands down defeat chest puffing out. He was frustrated and who would blame him. "Fine. I'll talk to her and if she.. she doesn't feel the same I'll be done with it."

The others cheered for their friend, a leader, a kind person, and all around genuinely nice guy. Not that most people would think that but they did and that's what matters. So when the bell rang he swiftly made his exit towards your locker. However, when he got there Eddie stopped. Jason was there face to face with you. His head fell back against the white-washed brick and he let out a sigh.

"Come on," Jason urges, "You can't help me just a little?" You look at him as he steps closer leaning on arm on the lockers trapping you.

With a shake of your head you deny him. "Jason, I.. I'm already booked tonight. Tonight I'm tu-tutoring, Eddie-"

"Munson? That fucking- Shit -" He hissed. Clenching his fists in anger as he thinks it over. You alone with Eddie? No - Not on his watch.

"He needed help. So I-I invited him over and.." You trailed off smiling at the thought of being alone with your very own high-school crush. Eddie was sweet, loving, and enthusiastic about the mystical and mysterious.

Eddie pressed his back to the end of the wall and tried to steady his breathing. You sounded excited and eager to spend time with him.

The jock did not seemed to thrilled on his end however. Jason wasn't being exactly to nice with his words. "You what-?!"

"I-I offered to help Ed-Eddie tonight for the- the final." You stammered helplessly. Eddie felt his heart crack at the soft tember of your voice. You sounded frightened. Terrified even.

"Why?! Eddie is just gonna fail anyway he probably just wants to get into your pants or use you for his fucking cult shit!" Jason snapped. His hand flying past your head and making contact with the locker. You jumped at the near miss of contact. Eddie was peering around the corner watching as Jason got in your face. Nose to nose. He was seeing red in that moment.

You choked on your breath as Jason's fingers cut of your oxygen supply. His jaw was clenched, brows knitted together and lips pulled back into a scowl.

"H-He's not going to fail. Eddie has being trying really hard-Hgh!" You let out a choked breath as Jason's fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to cause bruising. He touched you. His hands on were around your neck and Eddie went berserk.

"You better fucking cancel it. Or I swear I'll make you regret it." He spat. Eddie's sneakers squeaked against the tiles as he rushed over to the scene. It was like a flash of black and blue. Eddie tackled the player to the ground and held him down. Hands gripping Jason's forearms and legs on either side of his thigh.

"Get off me freak!" Jason spat.

"E-Eddie?" You were shocked. The guitarist had come out of nowhere tackling Jason to the ground. Hands on him in an instant.

"No, not until you learn to keep your hands off girls, Carver." Eddie spat, pinning the jock to the floor.

Jason smirked. "Aw, you got the hots for her? You think about her at night?" Eddie faltered for a second and Jason saw through it. "To bad she's usually begging me for more." He snapped.

Ring clad knuckles striking down across Jason's nose a sickening crack could be heard there after. The jock had a broken nose, bleeding and dripping down his face. He kneed Eddie off of him tumbling over until he was over the metalhead. Punch after punch was delivered.

"Stop! Stop!" You cried. Another teacher heard the commotion and helped pull the two students off each other. Peeling them apart from each other then directed them towards the principal office.

That same day you ended up giving Eddie a ride home after spending most of it in detention. He had his van in the shop and needed a ride home. "I'm sorry." Eddie breaks the silence of the ride and you turn to glance at him. His eyes were glassy. Eddie was clearly upset for going crazy on Jason in the hall, but you weren't mad at him.

"Don't be sorry, Eddie. Jason was-"

"Out of line? Hurting you?" He offers a few suggestions and you smile. Those soft eyes look over to your relaxed form. Eyes focused on the road. He wanted nothing but to keep you safe. "Belle?"

His voice was soft something that usually wasn't common with Eddie. "Yes?" You briefly glance at the metalhead and the way the occasional street lamp illuminates his face. The radio plays quietly in the background Every Breath You Take by Sting. You smile, it's a nice touch to the atmosphere.

"I-I want to protect you.. Want to make you feel safe." You almost gasped, heart leaping in your chest at his admittance.

"Eddie, you don't have to. I'm fine-"

"No!" He shouts hands slamming down against the dash, "Fuck, Belle you- you mean so much to me. I like you! I want to be with you and it's crazy how you make me feel." Eddie looks back at you. "Shit.." He just poured his heart out to you and now you were absolutely silent.

"Good, cause I like you too. I could use a bodyguard." You admitted with a smile. Eddie couldn't help the smile that appeared on a face and now he felt like a-million bucks.

"Consider me your knight, your majesty." He speaks a smile on her face now.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Chrissy x Fem! Plus size reader

A/N: Look at me buuuuudddies! Another part. I've been writing so much when I can. You guys can expect some spiciness coming up on existing fics. Ones that I haven't touched in a while. But boy oh boy am I excited. Okay...okay I'll shut up now. As always thanks for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts. No pressure though. Kay love ya byeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Word count: 5,000+

Warnings: 18+ No minors, thank you. Angst, slow burn, language, sexual situations/implications, oral(m receiving), hurt/comfort and not proof read.

Summary: Eddie's trying to build a friendship. But quickly wants more.

Part 2: No doubt about it.

The next morning he woke up in a good mood. He turned around and Chrissy wasn't there.

" Hey Chris? Where are you?" He called down the hall.

" In the kitchen."

He smiled and jogged over. He went to her and tried to kiss her.

" N-no Ed." She pushed him away. "You'll mess up my lipstick."

"Oh common Chris. I miss you. And you look so pretty today."

She gave him a thin lip smile and kissed his cheek. " I gotta go."

He looked at his watch. " This early? Where are-"

" I have a breakfast date. Then I'm going to work."

Eddie watched her grab her purse and head towards the door. 

" Don't wait up." She said right before she closed the door.

He sighed. Where was the girl who loved to be in his arms? The one who couldn't get enough of his lips? 

Deep down he knew that the relationship was over. But he refused to accept that. He still loved her. And he wanted to make things work. He just didn't know how.

Later that day he wanted to see you. Fortunately for him, he didn't have the right part for your car so he had to drop you off last night. Your house was small. But nice. And seeing in at night made it look kinda haunted. Well to him that is. But when he pulled up that afternoon, he saw that it was actually painted a charcoal gray. With a black door. It looked nothing like how your colorful self was. But surprisingly it was more like him. He liked it. Actually loved it. The front yard was big and had a tire swing. The wrap around porch was incredibly nice. He could picture you sitting out there, drinking lemonade and reading or listening to music. The thought made him smile. And secretly wished he could sit next to you. Holding your hand. 

He quickly shook off the thought and jumped out of his van. He walked towards your garage that was wide open. That's when you came up from the basement. Holding a laundry basket on your hip. You looked amazing. Sure you were in black tights and a gray shirt with the sleeves cut off. With your hair in a crazy messy bun. Nothing fancy. Just comfy. You looked great though.

" Hey bud. Uhhh whatcha doing here?"

" H-hey sweetheart. Umm I uhh." He scratched the back of his head and nervously laughed. "Wanted to see if you wanna grab lunch… with me?"

You pressed your lips together and gave him a 'no' look, that made him feel so stupid and a bit bummed.

" That sounds great. I would love to."

He raised his brows and was surprised.

" But…"

Of course there's a but.

" It's cool. Sorry I-I shouldn't have come." He turned around to leave.

" Eddie?" You softly said.

He stopped. His name never sounded so good coming out of someone's mouth before.

"I was going to say I would like to. I'm kinda babysitting right now…my niece is here. She's actually napping right now. But she will be up soon."

He turned around. " Oh. I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't being too loud."

You laughed. " Please. That girl can sleep through a marching band in her room."

He grinned. " So can I."

" Awe. then you two would get along just fine."

You guys stood there quiet again. But it was nice. Like the silence didn't need to be filled with nonsense. 

" So umm if you're okay with Mac and cheese and dino nuggets. We could still have lunch." You offered.

He licked his lips. Trying so hard to not show you how excited he was to say yes.

" That sounds amazing actually. Do you have juice boxes?"

You nodded. " Those are for my niece though…However, I do have my own personal stash of Capri sun's that I may or may not be willing to share."

He laughed and looked at the ground. 

" Common bud."

He glanced at you and you nodded towards the door.

Doing a slight bow, he held out his arm. "After you."

He followed you up the 4 steps and was immediately hit with the smell of cookies. His mouth instantly watered. 

" Jesus. It smells so good in here."

You put the laundry basket in the next room and came back. 

" Thanks. Just making some cookies for later."

Eddie looked around the kitchen and smiled at all the cow decor. It was very cute. 

" Uhh yeah." You said when you noticed him looking. " I have a thing for cows."

He clicked his tongue. " I see."

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes at him. " Are you judging me?"

He smirked at you and held up his hands. " No. Not at all. Cows are cool."

" Uh-huh."

He chuckled to himself and watched you pull out stuff for lunch. 

" Do-do you need help?"

You looked over your shoulder. " No thanks bud. I-"

A little voice cut you off.

" Tee, I'm hungry."

Eddie looked over and saw a little girl with messy brown hair rubbing her eyes. 

" Hi sleepyhead. Good afternoon baby."

Eddie watched your face light up when you went to her. You picked her up and put her on your hip. 

" I'm getting lunch ready right now baby. I'll be done in a few minutes."

She nodded and pointed at him.

" You want to say hi?" You asked.

Eddie smiled and waved at her while you put her down. Holding her hand.

" This is my friend Eddie. Eddie, this is my niece Natalie."

He looked at you before he squatted and held out his hand for her.

" It's nice to meet you princess."

His heart melted right away when she grabbed his hand with both of her tiny ones and flipped it around. Her eyes got so big when she saw his rings. She then met his gaze and reached for his hair.

" Your hair is pretty."

" Aww thank you princess. I like your hair too."

Natalie giggled and gave him a hug. He looked up at you to silently ask if it was ok that he hugged her back.

" It's okay. She doesn't bite. Just really friendly."

He gave her a hug. " Is that right? Just like your aunt huh?" 

Natalie pulled away and ran to another room. She came back with a handful of toys. 

" Want to play dolls?" She asked.

" Oh baby. Eddie doesn't-"

" I would love to." He gave you a big ass smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to the living room.

As he played with Natalie. He kept stealing glances at you. When you would catch him you would make him blush from the look of joy on your face.

After lunch all of you watched a movie. 

" Is Bud gonna take us to the park now?"

Eddie turned his head towards you. 

" Oh no baby. I told you we can't go today because I don't have my car."

"What park?" He asked.

" Umm, just one on the other side of Hawkins. Near Forest Hills. They have-"

" Water fountains."

" Yeah." You furrowed your brow. " How-"

" I used to live out there…if you want, I can take you guys."

Natalie jumped up. " Yes! Please, please! Tee please!"

" I-." You grabbed her and placed her on your lap. " Bud, you don't have to. I can take her another time."

Without thinking he grabbed your hand. " Let me take you guys for ice cream and then we can work off the sugar there."

You looked down at his hand and then at Natalie. She was giving you a pout.

" Okay. Let's go."

…

Eddie had never felt this way before. Sitting there watching you and Natalie sharing an ice cream. Laughing and making random noises. It was something he wanted all the time. You were sweet with her. So loving and happy. It was a side of you he was falling for. Though he knew he shouldn't. He did. And he didn't want to fight it. 

When he took you guys to the park he raced Natalie to the water. But before they took off Natalie started to count."One…twooooo…..five."

He looked at you and grinned.

That's where you got it from.

The laughter you made from him figuring it out made his heart skip.

Once you put down the stuff, you came and picked up Natalie. Spinning her around and wetting her a bit. 

She squealed and you put her down. She then quickly ran and hid behind him. 

" Help me bud." She pleaded.

He put his hand on her head. " Don't worry princess. I'll protect you."

When you came towards them he grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the water. Your's and Natalie's giggles sounded angelic to him. The sun was envious of how brightly you smiled. 

" Oh my God!" You yelped as he held you over a fountain. 

Getting you and him completely soaked. Both uncontrollably laughing. After a minute there was this moment where you looked at him and he looked at you. Without a word being said he knew you wanted what he wanted. More days like this. With each other. 

As you guys went back to the house, you offered to dry his clothes for him while you gave Natalie a bath. He of course agreed. Not wanting one of the best days of his life to be over just yet. 

When Natalie was squeaky clean, you took a quick shower too. After, you asked if he would like to join you guys for dinner. Which he did. Before he knew it, it was almost 9. Natalie was in bed and he was sitting with you on the couch. 

" You're really good with her."

You took a sip of water and nodded. " Yeah. I guess you can say I love her."

He grinned. " I hope so."

You let out a small nose laugh.

" So uhh. Tee?"

You grinned putting your cup on the coffee table. " Yeah. She had trouble saying auntie. So she's called me Tee since she could talk."

" That's cute. But do you ever get a day off?" He asked.

" What do you mean?"

He looked at his lap. " I just mean. You have 3 jobs and you babysit. Don't you ever just get a day to relax?"

You put your legs on the couch and covered them with a blanket. Turning your body towards him. " This is how I spend my days off. This or spend a few hours at the lake with friends. But whenever I can, I try to spend time with Natalie…she umm…she lost her mom when she was one. I try to be that womanly figure in her life. And well she's really fun to be around. So I would take a day with her than have a day all alone. "

" That's sweet."

" I try."

Eddie and you grinned at each other. A few seconds passed by when you grabbed his hand. 

" Thanks Eddie. You made Natalie's day. I haven't seen her that happy in a really long time."

His grin turned into a soft smile. " It was a pleasure. Honestly, I haven't had that much fun in a while too."

You gasped and pulled your hand away. " What about the lake? I thought we had a great time." 

He shook his head. " No. That was a good day too. Just today was better."

You beamed at him. " I guess you can say I'm pretty awesome."

" I could. But I won't." He joked 

You gasped again. " Alright. Break a lady's heart." 

It happened again. That moment. But this time it felt like you wanted him to kiss you. Should he? Would you be okay with it?

Chrissy...

He cleared his throat and got up. " I uhh better head out. I want to make sure your part comes in tomorrow."

The look on your face broke his heart. It was fast but he saw what looked a lot like disappointment. But within a blink of an eye. You were smiling again. 

While walking him to the door, he thanked you for lunch and dinner. 

Before he left you called out his name.

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" Umm do you want to hang out sometime?"

His heart jumped. " Yeah. Definitely."

" How about next Saturday?"

He wanted to say yes. More than anything in the world. But he had plans. With Chrissy.

" Umm could you maybe do Sunday?" He asked. Praying you would say yes.

You hummed and crossed your arms. " Yeah. I think I can do that. We could go to this thing I heard about. It's called Age of Horror. The theater shows all the horror/slasher films all day."

Eddie could have ran and hugged you. He always wanted to go to that. But he didn't want to go alone. And Chrissy hated scary movies. 

" Absolutely! I love horror movies."

" Cool. I'll see you then bud."

"Looking forward to it...Goodnight y/n."

"Night."

…

When he got home he threw himself on the bed and smiled at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and saw you. He replayed the whole day over again. Wishing he could do it again tomorrow.

Why did he feel like this so fast? Why were you just so…perfect and beautiful? How was it he didn't meet you sooner? 

Why couldn't I've met you before-

He opened his eyes and shook the thought away. No way should he want to have met you before Chrissy. But he wanted to. He really wanted to.

Having enough of his selfishness he hopped in the shower. 

" Ed?"

" Chris?"

He took a couple of steps back as Chrissy climbed in the shower with him. 

" Hi Ed…I'm so sorry about yesterday."

He gave her a thin lip. 

" I canceled my date to make it up to you."

Gee thanks. 

"It's fine Chris. I'm kinda tired."

He watched her get down on her knees and grab him. Putting his flaccid cock in her mouth. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to get out. But he just closed his eyes and thought of you. It was wrong. And he felt real shitty for doing it. But he did it anyway. His thoughts weren't sexual at first. It was just you laughing and looking at him. 

" Mmm that's it Ed." Chrissy said cupping his balls.

He ignored her and kept thinking about you. Only this time he thought of the first time he saw you. The way you had your tongue out. The way your tits bounced. Then at the lake. Stand there in your tight red bathing suit. Sweat dripping down your skin. Then when he was holding you under the fountain. How your soft body molded to his. The smell of strawberry shampoo filled his nostrils. 

Before he knew it, his body filled with goosebumps and his toes curled. 

He opened his eyes and saw Chrissy spit out his cum and smiled up at him. 

" That was fast Ed."

He swallowed and tried to smile. Catching his breath. " S-sorry." 

When he got out he laid in bed with her. She was fast asleep. With his eyes fixed on the ceiling tears fell. 

I'm so sorry Chris.

…

After Eddie left, you went to check on Natalie. Once you knew she was okay you went to bed. Looking up at the ceiling you were lost in thought. The day at the lake was nice. And you liked all your new friends. Especially Eddie. You were lying when you said he wasn't your type. He was most definitely the type of guy you would fall head over heels for. Only saying  he wasn't to save yourself from the hurt of rejection. Then the whole car thing happened and now today. Today was amazing in every sense of the word. It's been so long since you felt comfortable with someone. Ever since your college relationship ended 2 years ago, you haven't felt like you needed anyone. You had enjoyed being alone. Being free to do whatever you want. You had dropped out of college when the break up happened and decided to travel until you missed your family. This labeling you as the troublesome one. So a few months ago you wanted to finally settle down in a little town. Be closer to your loved ones. It took a bit to find a good paying job and with help from your brother. You bought your first house. And boy did you love your little house and the silence that came with it. You wanted this to be your forever home. So you worked other jobs to pay your mortgage off faster. A relationship wasn't something you had time for and was the furthest from your mind.

But today hit you differently. All day you kept repeating to yourself that Eddie in fact had a girlfriend. To stop looking at him like you wanted him. Because…you did. He was beautiful and funny. And he made the best faces. Most importantly he was really good with Natalie. You actually loved seeing him with her. It honestly made your heart melt when he called her princess.  Still, he was unavailable. So you cursed yourself for basically asking him out on a date. Not that you would ever actually consider it a date. But he also didn't say no. Even though he maybe should have. 

You sighed heavily while turning to your side. 

I want to get to know you on a deeper level…Maybe we could-

" Tee?"

You rolled over and saw Natalie in your doorway.

" Yeah baby?"

" Can I sleep with you?"

You softly smiled and sat up. Pulling the blanket back. She ran over and you picked her up. Once she was comfy you laid down. 

" I like bud, Tee."

You laughed a little and moved her hair behind her ear. 

" Me too baby."

…

The week dragged on for an eternity . Eddie looked forward to Sunday. He only saw you once during the week. When you picked up your car. You didn't stay long. But the few minutes he got with you got him through the week. 

On Saturday, Chrissy tried and failed making dinner. Like always. But hey at least she still tried. The date night was quiet. The night consisted of pizza and a movie. He sat there watching one of her favorites while she cuddled up next to him. 

He should be here. He should be enjoying the time he has with her. And for the most part, it was a good night. However he kept thinking about tomorrow. Should he pay for the "date"? Could he put his arm around you? Does he offer a shoulder for you to hide in when you were scared? 

All the unanswered questions came to a halt when Chrissy started kissing his neck. Everything got pretty heated. Before he knew it, he was taking her from behind. He tried not to think about you. He was trying to focus on her. What he did last Sunday wasn't right. He shouldn't have been thinking about you when he was with her.

About 30 or so minutes later he finally came. He laid there while Chrissy went to shower. A few minutes later he heard her moaning. When he went to check he saw her pleasuring herself with the shower head. 

He went back to the room and sulked. Now he couldn't even make his girlfriend cum. His mind went to the other guys. We're they bigger than him? Did they make her cum? Was he bad tonight? How often did she do that? Was it after every time they had sex? 

Then his questions went to you. Could he get you there? Would you accept his size? Would he even be able to fit because of how big you were?

The second after he thought that, he felt like a shallow piece of shit. He didn't think you were fat or anything like that. Sure you were definitely bigger than him. But you were beautiful. Inside and out. He knew that because even though he only hung out with you twice, those two times was all it took to see the real you. 

The goofy and sweet, competitive and strong willed, outgoing and loving you. And though tomorrow wasn't a date. He was going to treat it like it was. 

Chrissy finally came to bed and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she turned around he cleared his throat.

" I uhh have a date…tomorrow."

Chrissy smiled. " That's good. Have fun. Good night Ed."

He wanted her to be upset. To hear her say something other than have fun. But when he heard her steady breathing he knew that she didn't care.

…

When he agreed to meet you at the theater, he wanted to pick you up. But, you said you had to do stuff before. So when he got there he was expecting to see you alone. He was wrong. Somehow instead of a night with you two, Steve, Gareth, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Mike were there. His heart sank. You didn't mention this to him. 

-

You locked eyes with him and smiled. So happy that he came. He looked a little upset at first. But that faded when he saw you. Sure tonight was supposed to be just you two. And you really wanted that. However, you didn't know if it was the best idea. As much as you wanted more time alone with him. The thought of his girlfriend changed your mind. So you invited everyone. Hoping that he wouldn't be upset that you didn't tell him.

-

Tickets were bought, and snacks were in an abundance. Now it was time to find a row to sit in. Dustin picked the perfect seats right in the middle of the theater. When everyone was about to sit, Eddie was hoping to sit next to you. But his luck just ran out. To your right was Robin and Steve. To your left was Gareth. When you looked at him, he could see that you were apologizing with your eyes. So he forgave you for whatever you thought you should be sorry for and grinned at you. Taking the seat next to his best friend. 

Everyone was getting settled in, passing around popcorn and chit chatting. The lights flickered and the audience cheered. Once the lights were off the opening scene to Suspiria played. That's when the exit door opened up and a couple came in. 

When he saw her, he sank into the seat. 

What the hell?! What the fuck Chris?! You said you hated scary movies.

Then he saw her date and was pissed.

Jason fucking Carver! You've got to be shitting me!

If it were anyone else, anyone who didn't give him hell in highschool. He would have been okay with it. Well, as okay as he could be. But it was fucking Carver. Chrissy knew how badly he was bullied. And she was out with the prick. Like this situation wasn't bad enough. Now she was fucking him too.

Eddie took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. His eyes followed them to their seats. He was disgusted. Then out of nowhere he felt a hand on his thigh.

-

You were sad that you couldn't be close to him. God you wanted your thigh to touch his. You wanted to be overwhelmed by the scent of his body wash and faint cigarette smoke. You wanted those glances. Silently telling each other they rather look at one another, instead of the movie. But Gareth hopped in the seat before Eddie even got the chance. And Robin didn't want anyone else to sit next to you. So she slipped into the chair on the other side. 

Slightly annoyed with both of them you accepted that it was probably for the best. Sitting there, doing those things would only aid the feelings that were growing. 

When the movie started you looked over at the cute blonde couple that came in. In the darkness you could still see Eddie's face. The look he had scared you. Then you saw his fist clenched and jaw flexed looking at the couple. 

" Hey Gare." You whispered.

Gareth looked at you and smiled. " Yeah?"

" Switch with me, yeah?"

His smile turned down. " You want to sit next to Eddie?"

You nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek. " Yes please. There's something wrong."

He turned to Eddie and followed his glare. " S-shit! Umm." Gareth looked back at you and got up.

When you sat down Eddie's eyes were still fixed on the couple. So you reached over and put a hand on his thigh. When he looked at you, his eyes softened. His jaw slacked and his fist loosened.

" You okay bud?" You asked just above a whisper.

You saw his Adam's apple bob.

" Y-yeah. I-I'm good."

But you didn't believe that. " Who are they?"

-

Eddie looked away from you. He was embarrassed. He would be so humiliated if you met her this way. He didn't even want you to meet her. He could lie and say the shit about Carver. But he didn't want to lie to you. He wanted to be utterly and completely transparent. 

" Uhh." He sighed. " That's uhhh Chrissy."

"Chrissy...Your Chrissy?"

He nodded.

You were quiet until he saw you turn your gaze onto Chrissy. You sucked on your teeth when you saw what he saw. Chrissy was kissing Jason. You didn't say a word. You just got up and started down the row. Gareth must have known what you were planning because he was just a few steps behind you. Right when he passed Eddie, he gave him a look.

" She's gonna fight." 

Eddie's eyes nearly popped out. He quickly got up and went after you. Pulling Gareth back.

" HEY! CHRISSY!" You shouted. 

She looked right at you. " Uhh yeah?"

Eddie saw you smile. But it was anything but happy. Then you laughed sarcastically. 

Chrissy stood up." Do I-"

You then raised your fist and mid swing Eddie grabbed your arm.

" ED! WHAT THE-" Chrissy screamed.

" LET ME GO EDDIE! YOU CAN'T HIT HER. BUT I SURE AS HELL CAN!" You yelled trying to get out of his arms.

Next thing he knew Jason got up and pushed him. Gareth jumped in and threw a punch. 

While holding the very tenacious you back, all his friends came to help. People were throwing popcorn and ushers came. 

Finally everyone who was involved got thrown out. 

Eddie had to pick you up and carry you outside. While you cursed at Chrissy the whole time. When he put you down he cupped your face and made you look at him. All the while thinking how incredibly sexy you were for doing that. 

" Y/n please. Calm down."

" No Eddie! How are you not pissed?! She is such a dick for cheating on you."

You tried to push his hands away but he then decided to give you a full on bear hug. It only took a couple of seconds before you hugged him back. 

" I-I'm so sorry bud."

" Don't be. I-"

" Oh my God! You totally were gonna kill her!"

Eddie didn't want to let you go. But Mike interrupted the moment. When you guys pulled apart everyone was staring at you two. 

The young ones that didn't know the situation praised you for what you did. The others that knew looked at Eddie. Clearly understand that he hasn't mentioned a word of this to you. 

"Ed?"

Eddie turned his focus on Chrissy who was standing behind Gareth.

" You have a lot of nerve you-" you started to say but Robin jumped in front of you and grabbed your arm. With Steve grabbing your other arm. Pulling you away.

Eddie quickly looked at you. " It's ok sweetheart."

You shut your mouth and nodded.

He then went to walk with Chrissy. 

" What the hell was that?!" She said, smacking his arm.

He sighed. " I'm sorry. She doesn't know about our arrangement. But... what the hell are you doing with Jason? And here?"

Chrissy looked like she was gonna cry. " Look Ed, he's changed. And I was going to tell you. But I barely see you."

He scoffed. "And who's fault is that? I'm home every night."

She looked away and wiped a tear away. " Ed, okay I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But he's different now. And I want to get to know him."

He should've been mad. He should have argued more. But he glanced at you and he knew he didn't really care to. He just wanted to be with you.

" Chris. It's fine. Have a good date."

She smiled weakly and nodded. He was just about to join his friends again when Chrissy grabbed his hand.

" Though she tried to kick my ass, I like her…you like her too. So you need to be honest with her…I'm not gonna be home tonight. So maybe bring her back?"

That's breaking a rule.

He didn't say anything and watched her walk away. When he came back you looked apologetic. 

" Alright, so now that the movie's out of the question-"

" I think we're banned now." Steve interrupted Robin.

She rolled her eyes. " Yeah whatever. So what're we gonna do?"

" We could go to The Palace?" Max suggested.

" Or the Hideout?" Gareth offered.

Steve scoffed." The kiddos can't go there yet." 

" I kinda just want to go home." Eddie said.

" Me too." You said

He looked at you and you still looked sad.

" I umm rode with Gareth…could you take me home instead?" You asked him.

You rode with Gareth?

" Y-yeah. Of course."

Once the goodbyes were said, Eddie held open the door to his van for you and offered his hand to help you up. 

" Such a fine gentleman."

" Ehh I try."

Both of you smiled a little. 

The drive was silent. Well, except for the sound of him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. When he pulled up to the house you sat there for a minute. He kept telling himself to say something. To stop being so weird. But nothing was coming to mind. Then you shifted and turned your body towards him.

" Eddie, I am so sorry you had to see me like that. And I'm really really sorry about Chrissy. You don't deserve to be cheated on…no one does." You reached out and put a hand on his knee. " Everything's going to be okay. You're a great guy. I'm sure you'll find someone who treats you and thinks you're with the shits."

He grinned.

" Y/n, I have to tell you something."

When he was done, you sat straight forward. Eyes fixed towards the dash.

" Uhhh wow. Okay I'm a dick."

He laughed a little. " What? No you're not."

" No seriously. I'm an asshole. I should have minded my own damn business."

" Sweetheart, it was very cool that you stuck up for me. People don't normally do that. And it was badass."

You tilted your head and widened your eyes a little." Well I don't feel like a badass."

He put his hand on your head rest. " You are."

The second you looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he wanted you then and there. Unfortunately, he didn't know if you would be okay with having a relationship with him.

Now that it's out. Might as well.

"S-so does it bother you that I am..I guess you could say polyamorous?"

" What? No." You shook your head and averted your gaze. " Not at all. To each their own."

He withdrew his hand when you seemed to not pick up what he was putting down. Still, he needed to know. Needed to ask questions.

" Have you ever been in a relationship like this before?"

He tilted his head. He was just about to ask you that. " Uhh no. Chris is the only girl I've been with."

You gave him a little smile. " Aww that's cute."

You're cute.

You looked back at him. " Bud?"

" Yeah sweetheart?"

"As much as I love sitting in your van. Cuz I do…like more than life."

He chuckled.

" But I need a drink. And my belt is digging into me like it's trying to become a part of me."

He laughed again. Then you hoped out. Just before you closed the door you gave him an amazing smile.

" Coming curls?"

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