#gareth stranger things x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cazperx-x · 2 years

Text

You fell out of a van, and into my heart

Gareth Emerson x reader

Note: Reader is assumed to be female and uses she/her pronouns

Part 2 is up!!!

Synopsis: Your older sister (Ellie) has a huuuge crush on Eddie "the freak" Munson. But since your parents both work two jobs to keep food on the table for you and your siblings, and you being only 16 with no drivers license, Ellie ends up having to babysit during hellfire meetings. However, she won't let you sit on meetings, because she swears you'll embarrass her to death. Hell, she wont let you out of the car. You end up breaking a van window to get out during an especially long meeting, only to find a fluffy haired boy staring at you.

2.k words

Warnings: Cursing (not a lot a lot but a decent amount) and I think thats it, lmk if I missed anything

Hope you guys like it! Lmk if you want a part two :)

“That's it.” You mutter, trying to find something, anything to get yourself out of this godforsaken van. To the average onlooker, it would appear you were either kidnapped (which, wasn’t that far from the truth) or a crazy person trapped in presumably their own van. Maybe the average onlooker would’ve helped you out. But unluckily for you, it was midnight in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Your older sister was madly in love with Eddie “the freak” Munson, and since you were 2 years younger than her (you liked to remind her technically it was a year and a half) she refused to let you come to hellfire meetings with her. But your parents both worked multiple jobs in an effort to not get the house taken away, and to provide a decent life for you and your younger siblings. But guess where that left you? Being shoved into your sister's van for “only an hour or two” for one of her hellfire meetings. But one hour quickly turned into 2, which turned into 3, and before you knew it the sun was going down and you thanked the lord your sister left the window cracked.

After lots of not pg friendly language and looking around, you gave up and just started throwing yourself against the cracked window. Your sister really should be reported for child abuse at this point. In your blind fit to get out of that damned car, you failed to notice the boy with fluffy hair and a hellfire shirt just like your sister wore walking up to his car, which happened to be right next to the one you were trapped in. Greaaat.

After lots of shoves into the window and a very sore and probably very bruised shoulder, you slammed through the window and with a squeal landed on the hot pavement, along with lots of glass.

“Oh my god-! Are you okay??”

You looked up at the fluffy haired boy you previously failed to notice right by the car, looking horrified while holding a bag of chips. Shit.

“I’m fine, a little bruised and probably bleeding somewhere, but overall fine.” You muttered, still laying on a pile of broken glass and hot pavement. But then again, anything is better than that damned van floor.

“Do you need a hand..?” The boy offered, reaching his hand out to help you up.

You gladly took it, and after brushing dirt and glass (lots of glass) off your shirt, you thanked him.

“Sooo, care to tell me what a pretty girl like you is doing breaking out of a van in the Hawkins High parking lot at midnight?” He asked, the words “pretty girl” making your heart do little summersaults.

“Well, my fucking sister locked me in her van for a club meeting that should’ve only taken an hour.” You said, audible spite in your voice. “ Oh, by the way, I'm Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“I'm Gareth Emerson. And damn your sister does not sound pleasant. Wanna go back inside to my club? There’s food and water and air conditioning.” He offered, the last offer making your face light up.

“Oh thank god yes please.” You very quickly said, causing a huge smile to form on the boy's face.

You both walked back to the school building, but he stopped you from opening the door. He rushed in front of you before dramatically opening it and bowing down. “ M’lady.” He said, causing you to giggle. “ Why thank you my good sir.” was your response.

When you got into the club room, you immediately noticed someone.

“You!” You almost screamed, pointing at your sister's face before storming up to her. “ You left me in a fucking van with the window cracked like a fucking dog for five fucking hours you little-”

You started, before running out of breath and looking around, only to notice that everyone else in the room was dead silent… and a boy. Their jaws dropped as if they’d never seen another girl this close up.

You looked back at your sister, before seeing your sister’s face bright red. She was the first one to break the silence.

“The hell are you doing here?”

“The hell am I doing here? I broke one of that stupid car’s goddamn windows to get out! And lovely Gareth over here,” You pointed over to where the boy was still standing in the doorway awkwardly, “was nice enough to bring me inside to an air-conditioned room!”

Your sister groaned. “ Fine, just sit in a corner or something and don’t interrupt,” she muttered.

Everyone else in the room was still dead silent.

“Uhh, I got more chips?” Gareth awkwardly said, holding up the bag to the rest of the members.

After an even more awkward silence, Eddie dramatically stood on the table, being careful not to disturb any of the dnd pieces. “So this is the infamous younger sister I've been told oh so much about. So are you Erin, or Y/n?”

You recognized the boy as Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins high, the boy your sister was madly in love with. Even seeing him up close, you didn’t get what your sister saw in him. Gareth on the other hand..

“Hellooo? Earth to one of Ellie’s younger sisters who I still don't know the name of.” Eddie said, snapping you back to reality. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out.

“I’m Y/n, Erin is my younger sister, she's only like 7. I'm 16, I could legally drive if I wanted to.” You replied, before coming up with a genius plan to get back at your sister.

“You must be Eddie the-boy-my-older-sister-refuses-to-shut-up-about Munson.” You nearly shouted, just to make sure everyone in the room could hear. “ I’ve seen you around. Honestly, I still can’t tell what my dear sister sees in you. She eve-”

Before you could finish your sentence, your sister shoved her hand in front of your mouth and gave you a death glare. But it was too late, the damage was already done. Everyone was staring at Ellie, then Eddie, then your sister again. Both Eddie’s and Ellie’s faces were bright red, and when your sister cautiously moved her hand from in front of your mouth, you had the smuggest smile you could muster on.

“Oopsies, I guess five hours of being trapped in a brain makes you forget to keep secrets secret.” You said, faking an apologetic look and frown.

The tension was so thick in the room you could cut it with a knife. Gareth, again, tried to awkwardly break the silence. “ Well then, how about an introduction? Uhm, Y/n, this is Dustin Henderson, “ He said, pointing to the curly-haired kid with a hat on, “ This is Mike Wheeler,” He pointed to a scrawny kid with black hair, “ And this is Lucas Sinclair, you might recognize him from warming the bench during all the basketball games.” Gareth teased, pointing towards the kid you did recognize from warming the bench during all the basketball games. “ This is Jeff, and lastly we have-” Gareth continued, before being cut off by Dustin.

“You broke through a car window?” He nearly shouted.

This was the first time you’d heard the boy talk, and he had a huge curious smile plastered on his face.

“Yep, Gareth saw me do it. Right?” You said, before turning to Gareth, who nodded.

“It was pretty badass actually.” He chimed in.

Eddie and your sister were still red, and they had been dead silent looking back and forth between each other and various things in the room. Apparently, your sister loved bare white walls, and Eddie loved the small table set up with various snacks.

“You know what? Ellie and Eddie, how about you both set up the snack table while the rest of us treat Y/n’s broken glass wounds she probably has from breaking the window, right?” Dustin awkwardly said, looking at you.

“Oh yep yep, losing a lot of blood over here.” You stuttered out, and before anyone else could object or complain, you and Gareth, along with Dustin rushed everyone else except your sister and the Munson boy out before they had even registered what was going on

When everyone was out of the room and the door was closed, you spoke up.

“Okay but in all seriousness, I think I’m actually bleeding, does anyone care to direct me to a bathroom?” You said, rolling up your long sleeve to reveal a small gash with a bloody piece of glass sticking out.

“I’ll help.” Gareth volunteered, before getting up and walking with you to the nearest bathroom.

“Okay, wait here,” he said, before disappearing into the boy's bathroom. A moment later he came back out with a wet paper towel. “ Mind if I-?” He asked, and when you nodded, Gareth knelt and grabbed your arm gently and looked at the cut a bit closer. Even given the circumstances, you couldn’t help but get butterflies in your stomach with his touch.

He frowned, before pulling a bobby pin out of his hair, which made you raise an eyebrow.

“You just keep those in your hair, Emerson?” You questioned

“Well, I like to be prepared when pretty girls break through van windows and get cut with glass. And have you seen my hair? Now, this might sting a little bit, so brace yourself.” He said the first part with a chuckle, but you barely paid attention.

Pretty girl

You could feel your face get hot again, and you were silently thanking the lord Gareth was looking at your arm, not your face.

You snapped back to reality when he started cleaning the cut with the wet paper towel, and you started feeling sharp pains shooting up your arm. You winced and pulled your arm away.

“Hey hey, I said it was gonna hurt. And it's gonna hurt even more when I try to get that piece of glass out.” Gareth said, looking up at you.

You turned to face the wall, not wanting him to see your probably red face, before moving your arm back over to him. He continued cleaning the cut, before using the bobby pin as tweezers to try and get the piece of glass out.

“Ow ow ow ow ow,” you muttered, before wincing as he tried to wiggle the piece of glass out.

“Sorry sorry!” he almost shouted, clearly a bit agitated. After a moment of silence, he sighed. “Didn’t mean to sound mad or anything..” he muttered.

Before you could respond, you felt another sharp pain before Gareth quickly held the still wet paper towel on the cut, before taking a hair tie out of his pocket and using it to keep the paper towel on your arm so the halls wouldn’t be speckled with blood.

“Ta-daa!” He triumphantly cried out, before standing up and holding up the bobby pin holding a piece of glass covered in blood. You smiled, before looking down at your arm.

“How much hair supplies do you keep on you Emmerson?” You questioned, a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Never you mind that L/n. Do you have any other cuts?” He said before a worried frown appeared on his face.

“Nope, I’m 98.47% sure that was the only one. I think I would be able to tell if I was bleeding somewhere else right now.” You said with a chuckle, before ruffling Gareth's hair.

“Hey,” He said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from further touching his hair. He looked around the empty hallway cautiously. “Don’t do that in front of the others. The last thing I need is all of them messing up my hair 24/7.” He said before letting go of your wrist. Your heart dropped a little when he let go, but you smiled when your brain had processed what he just said.

“Oh? So I’m the only one allowed to touch Gareth Emerson’s hair? Jeez, I must be one special gal.” You teased

“You are one special girl Y/n L/n, one special girl indeed.”

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #stranger things #gareth stranger things x reader #corroded coffin

1K notes · View notes

demowogorgon · 2 years

Text

From the Pinnacle

Summary: You watch Corroded Coffin close out their setlist and are struck by a wave of affection for your boyfriend, Gareth.

Pairing: Gareth x GN! Reader

Warnings: None, really? Making out, lots of fluff.

Eddie wasn’t kidding when he said that Corroded Coffin regularly attracted a crowd of around five drunks. Maybe it’s the mid-week timing that’s screwing them over, because when you see Gareth play, you’re sure that he could replace Lars Ulrich in a fucking heartbeat.

The lights are low as they close out their setlist with a faithful rendition of Fade to Black, and from your spot along the wall you have the perfect view of Gareth himself. His movements are practiced and intense, veins flexing temptingly as his sticks come down against the snare. Wild curls bounce this way and that as he moves across the kit, and with his sleeves rolled up to his biceps it's a struggle to repress the sigh that curls its way through your chest. His tight-lipped grin hasn’t dropped for a second since beginning the set — bright enough to light up the entire dive bar, and sweet enough to make you melt. It’s pure joy, and it's so undeniably him.

You’re counting down the seconds to when you can run up to him and pull him into your arms, to gush at his performance tonight; and yet, you never want this moment to end. He takes on a unique beauty when he’s in his element — a special glow that’s reserved only for moments like these. It’s like he’s in his own world when he performs, and it’s an honor to view. Not that he’d ever admit to that, of course. To him he’s simply having fun, but from where you stand it's impossible not to notice the natural way he moves.

A small sheen of sweat sticks his shirt to his body, visible even in the low lighting, allowing you to see his well cut form as he plays. His necklace jangles wildly against his chest, forearms rippling with the power of his blows, and you suddenly understand why the drummers are always called the heart of the band. The echoing thuds of his bass drum can be felt throughout the entire bar, and you’re half sure that it's taken over the rhythm of your heart, too.

Needless to say, he’s performing at his absolute best tonight: To say he commands the room would be an understatement.

His final fill is electric, chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline that’s undoubtedly coursing through his veins right about now. If you could feel even a fraction of the white-hot lightning that he’s feeling you’re sure that you’d burn alive, although you suppose it wouldn’t be the worst way to go out. The second his hands come to rest his eyes are darting towards you, tight-lipped grin turning into a full-on smile, and you realize that you do feel that same excitement just by being near him.

Eddie’s just barely made it through his closing “thank you’s” to the small crowd of drunks when Gareth’s hobbling his way out of his kit and into your arms. He almost trips over his feet dislodging them from the double-bass pedals in his eagerness, and you have half the mind to stifle your giggles.

His lips are on yours before you can even blink, hands cupping your face in a dizzying blur of affection as he pulls you to him. His lips are warm and soft against your own as he meets you again and again, with every kiss punctuated by his quiet laughter. With every kiss you can taste the ghost of the Jolt he had been stealing off of you all day, but it’s nowhere near as addictive as the taste of him. You laugh into the kiss, fisting your hands into his shirt and rolling your hips into his teasingly before running your hands up his chest to latch around his shoulders.

You’re met with laughter and a soft bite to your bottom lip, but it’s all playful from the two of you. A practiced song and dance, both of you high off of adrenaline, caffeine, and the taste of each other.

“Baby, did you see that?” He punctuates each word with a kiss, looping his index and middle through your belt loop as he walks you backwards — to where, you don’t know, but you don’t think he knows either. You take it as more of a chance to move around than anything, a simple side effect of his buzzing excitement.

“You were the only one I had eyes on up there, Gare,” you giggle, “Nicko McBrain better watch his back.”

Your praise seems to have hit a spot for him, despite your casual slander of his favorite drummer, because he’s leaning back in to press a longer kiss to your lips at the kind words. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile too much into it, and the joy in his actions truly makes your heart melt. His thumbs swipe gently along the skin at your sides, ever the fidgety type, before he pulls away a fraction of an inch. But you’re both meeting each other in the middle again soon after, unable to stay away for long.

You lace your fingers through his hair, reveling in the soft hum of contentment it draws from him. A little less syrup-sweet now, he moves his hands to your waist and mumbles his next words directly into your mouth, the sound muffled and messy against your lips.

“God, I love you so fucking much.”

#stranger things x reader #stranger things gareth x reader #stranger things imagine #gareth stranger things x reader #gareth emerson x reader #st gareth x reader #stranger things gareth #gareth stranger things #i hate tagging things i feel insane LMAO #gareth emerson

693 notes · View notes

lovely--lover · 2 years

Text

Gareth Things NSFW

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

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

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

🥒GARETH THE GIVER!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🥒He licks his fingers clean 👀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

@ahzysauce

#gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things imagine #gareth stranger things x reader #gareth emerson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #hellfire club #hellfire club imagine #hellfire club x reader

1K notes · View notes

yourlocalrodent · 2 years

Text

Just a little good luck

Summary Gareth needs good luck before a show

btw this is a fanfic showing out my headcannons come into play

Tw:smut p in v unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) slight praise and degrading kink.

your pov

“ hey sweet cheeks” a familiar voice made me look up, there standing was my boyfriend Gareth Emerson. “ hey love what’s up?” I asked him “ eh, I have a show today” I blushed, before every show we usually fuck. Leaves me completely unable to walk but fuck he goes rough “when? In a couple of hours or a few minutes?” I asked sitting up and slightly opening my legs “ in like I dunno 2 hours” he smirked. Normally how long away the show it is how long he goes at it. I’m screwed😃

Out of both of yours pov

he climbed in between your legs, grabbing under your knees he pulls you down onto your back, he had been waiting to do this, to bury his dick into you. Ever since he got told of the next show. “ gotta be quiet bubs, remember dads down stairs” you let out a slight ‘O’ and then you nodded. He shimmed off your pants and saw how you were wearing no underwear “ tsk naughty, what happened to your underwear?” With no response he chuckled “such a slut for me hey?” Then he slithered in two fingers into you, a gasp came from you but he covered your mouth “ sshh” and with that you nodded again. The coil in your stomach started tightening “ you gonna cum on my fingers baby? Yeah? Okay you can” you let out a muffled whimper when you came. Gareth took his fingers out “ open up” and he stuck his fingers in your mouth, when you finished he shoved the same fingers back into you “h-hey!” You gasped, Gareth grabbed the nearest shirt and shoved into your mouth “ shut up, we can’t let dad hear” tears started to form in your eyes when he started to thrust his fingers around. “Got another one for me? There we go, there we goooo” and again his fingers came out covered in your cum. Gareth took his shirt out of your mouth, “ you look puffed baby” he chuckled “ that’s sad hey?” He soon removed his lower half of clothing, “I’m gonna be gentle at first okay?” You nodded, he slowly entered your cunt. “ o-oh shit” he groaned when you clenched around him, soft moans coming from you and whimpers from him filled the room as he thrusted “ it feels r-really good” you moaned “ I know sugar I know but you gotta be quiet for me” he started to thrust harder “ s-slut” he mumbled (rude bitch🥺) “ s-shit, don’t you even think about cumming, I’m gonna do it with you” he groaned “ o-okay” “ good girl/pet” you had to hold it in until he came “ oh fuck, your way too tight” he laughed, he tried to pull out but you stopped him “noo, i feel full” “ awee you feel full” Gareth teased “ yeah…” “ okay I won’t pull out” “ thank you” “your welcome”

the end

oof that took me a hot minute, it’s a big short but I’ll work on making longer stuff for you guys!

432 notes · View notes

petersbaby · 1 year

Text

Alright here we go I’m gonna put the A/N first. This won’t do great because he’s such a small character, but this one’s for me tbh. GARETH IS AGED UP TO 18.

Want you so bad - Gareth Emerson x reader ♡

Warnings: a little bit of angst, friends to lovers, Gareth is both a virgin and a little bit of a perv, Eddie is unhinged and a little pushy, male masturbation, drinking/smoking, smut, oral sex m receiving, one use of the word “daddy”, I really hope that’s it. :)

But it’s just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby

When I close my eyes, you come and take me

I want you so bad

Ever since you got to the school a few months ago, you’d become almost instantly an important part of a particular friend group. On your first day, you didn’t know anybody and looked like a deer in headlights trying to find a place to sit. That was when a voice called out to you, Eddie, from his table filled completely with boys.

You were the first and only girl in the group but it hadn’t been a problem, you got along and luckily none of them liked you in that way so there wouldn’t be any awkwardness. You realistically can’t imagine yourself liking any of them, they were cool and fun to hang out with, but not your type. They were too loud, too annoying, too boisterous.

The one exception was a fluffy haired boy you’d come to know as Gareth, who never really spoke to you or talked as much as any of the other guys. Regardless, you never really thought about your friends as anything but just your friends. They were stupid, but you fit right in with them.

This morning, when you sit down with your tray, they all noticed something at seemingly the exact same time. For some reason, today, they were not looking at you, talking to you. Instead, you felt several sets of eyes nearly burning a hole through your chest and so you look down.

You remembered forgetting to put a bra on this morning, but you didn’t think it would be so noticeable. The white, soft fabric of your shirt says otherwise, pebbled nipples showing out of it. You quickly cross your arms, folding them over your chest.

“You uh… you cold?” Eddie asks, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Shut the fuck up. Besides, have you never seen a girl before? It’s not a big deal.”

You knew this was going to happen, they respect you and everything, but at the end of the day they’re boys. A few of the others laughed and “oooh”d at your remark to Eddie, and he huffed. In no time, everything was normal again.

You all ate your shitty cafeteria food and talked about DND and the band. It’s all they ever really talked about, and you listened every time. They were your friends, so what they cared about, you cared about by default. They had taken you in from day one.

While a couple of the others started arguing over something stupid, you glanced over at Gareth, who hadn’t said anything this whole time. His gaze never left. When you look at him and notice this, he tries to play it cool and just look at your face, as if that’s all he had been looking at, but this leads to accidental eye contact. When it’s made, his cheeks grow visibly red. You didn’t say anything, but someone must have picked up on the awkward interaction.

“Dude, look how fucking red he is. What’re you embarrassed over, Emerson?” One guy states loudly and then questions.

“I have to… I have to go. Throw this away for me.” He rushes out, standing up and leaving the room and abandoning his tray at the table.

“Sure, I’d love to.” Eddie remarks sarcastically. “What was that? Did you say something?” He asks you.

“What? Me?? No, I didn’t say anything.” You defend yourself.

You sort of had an idea what could’ve happened, but you don’t really put that much thought into it. Before your first class, you go grab your jacket out of you locker and shrug it on.

Just Gareth and Eddie are in the club room in the five minutes after the final bell had rang, and the room was incredibly quiet besides the sounds of them unstacking the chairs and setting them up around the big table.

“What happened at breakfast? Did you have to puke or something? You really left in a hurry and it looked like you headed to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, sure, had to puke. That’s all, I’m fine now.” He rushes out, trying to end the topic of conversation.

“Uhhh.. so that was an obvious lie. Wanna try again? It’s just us, man.”

“I got a fucking boner, okay? Are you happy?”

Eddie chuckles in surprise.

“I guess that makes sense. Wait, over what?”

Gareth glares at Eddie, a look that’s almost deadly. Eddie tries to think back to that morning, then he finds a possible answer.

“Oh my god, when the outline of her tits was showing? Just that?”

“Yes, just that. I can’t help it. Now drop it before she-“

“Hi guuuuys,” you push open the door, slinging your backpack off your shoulder and letting it drop to the floor.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Eddie asks.

“I did not take that long. None of the others are here yet either.” You point out.

You finish setting up with them and wait for every chair to be filled. Soon, they were, and the meeting got going.

While Eddie was off on a tangent, you found yourself glancing over at Gareth. You wanted to see if he was still acting weird, and he was. For some reason though, you’re only just now really looking at him, and he’s actually quite pretty.

Soft, shy, usually calm demeanor. He was even more shy now, though, than usual. You look at him from across the table. You take note of the little features on his face you’d never noticed before, getting weird butterflies in your stomach, until he must feel your gaze as his vision shifts over to you.

For some reason, today, you had trouble looking at each other, and something was different.

You immediately look away, wondering what was going on between you two, if anything. If something was there. For the day, at least, you shrug it off.

For the next few days, Gareth skipped breakfast and blew off lunch to just sit outside by himself. He would sit at the picnic table, writing in his notebook, doodling, thinking. He was becoming reclusive.

Everyone noticed, everyone thought it was weird, but no one knew what was up with him. When you’d pass each other in the hallways, he would look at you but look away as soon as you looked at him. He found himself staring at you while you were preoccupied with something, talking to someone, getting stuff out of your locker.

Eddie decided that the next day, he was going to ask him what was up.

“Okay, man, listen. It was fine at first, but now you’re acting so weird that it’s visibly noticeable. Like, very noticeable.” Eddie speaks with his hands to enunciate.

He stands outside the school smoking a cigarette with Gareth at his side, who didn’t really smoke but was now evidently taking drags off of his own that he bummed from Eddie.

He inhaled deep, exhaling and blowing smoke out into the cool morning air.

“Yeah because I thought it would go away. I thought it was just a random one-time incident, something fucking with my hormones, but I want her. I want her really fucking bad.”

“So… what’s the problem? Tell her that, make a move instead of being awkward.”

“It’s like you don’t even know me. I don’t just ‘make moves’. You should know, of all people, that it isn’t that easy for people like us.”

“Yeah, except she literally is a person ‘like us’. You know her, we all know her, she’s cool.”

There you are, walking up to the front doors of the school in a white top and a black skirt. You smile at the two boys on your way by, passing them. Gareth looks stressed out for some reason, but still incredibly cute. Cute.

What was happening to you? He starts acting weird and now all of a sudden you are too, to the point you decided to dress promiscuously literally just for him. You wanted to get his attention, to… impress him? That didn’t sound right. But you were, after all. You made him flustered, and you enjoyed that. You liked to see him blush, get nervous when he looks at you.

You thought that silently, of course, passing by without a word and their eyes followed you. Really, only one set of eyes did. Gareth scanned you up and down, starting at your soft hair and even softer features, to your body and all the way down your legs. His heart skips a beat.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Gareth uttered.

“Good luck, looks like it’s gonna be boner city for you today.” Eddie roughly pats the boy on the shoulder, tossing his cigarette butt and walking inside.

“Boner city, what the-“ Gareth repeats the questionable phrase his friend had just said quietly to himself.

It had been a week since the original incident and time for hellfire once again. You went about your day as normal, finishing early last period and taking that time to head to the room. You were the first person there, of course, and so you began getting everything ready.

At one point, you’ve leant over to reach something on the other side of the table, and the fluffy-haired boy had just walked in. So quiet, though, that you had no idea at first. He had entered, and been met with a view of your panty-covered ass and a little bit of pussy as you bent over, stretching to reach something.

He had an instant fight or flight reaction, the sight felt like it knocked the wind out of him and sent all the blood rushing down his body. He turns right back around and leaves the room like he was never there, even though you had saw him as he was rushing out. Just like that time in the cafeteria, he looked at you and fled.

Now, he heads to the nearest boy’s bathroom, where he shut himself in a stall and locked it. He hadn’t checked if anyone else was in there, but it was completely silent, so he was confident nobody was. He scrambles to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, shoving his dominant hand down into them.

He rubs over his painfully hard cock and sighs with relief. He lowers his pants and boxers barely, just enough to free himself. He lets his head fall forward to rest against the wall and takes his dick in his hand, stroking it with a firm grip. He chokes several times trying to hold back grunts and moans and keeps his eyes screwed shut tight, calling on the not-so-distant memory.

Blue. The panties were a dark blue, cotton with lacy details, cheeky cut. Not a thong, but still showing a good portion of your ass. Your pussy looked so chubby and plump against the fabric. Your ass threatened to swallow the material whole.

“God damn it,” he whispers, trying to get this finished as soon as possible so he can seem normal. Soon, he climaxes, cum spilling out into the toilet he positioned himself in front of. Some of it got on his hand, some of it got on the floor. He curses himself. He uses tissue paper to clean to the best of his ability and fixes his appearance, going to wash his hands.

When he walks back into the room, everyone was there, and their heads all turned to look at who opened the door.

“There he is.” One boy exclaims.

“Finally.” Says another.

“Shall we get started now?” Eddie asks.

Gareth takes his usual seat, a little out of breath, and you smile at him.

“She’s doing it for you. She’s like, testing you or something. Maybe just teasing you. All I know is she’s never worn something like that to school before. I understand your crush now, because god damn, is she hot.” Eddie rambles to Gareth after everything finished and they were walking down the hall. You had already left, picked up by your mom.

“Stop.” Gareth comments firmly. He feels his ears slightly heat up.

“Ooooh. Sassy. Wait, you’re jealous. You’re jealous?” He pauses at the realization. “We don’t even know if she likes you back yet, it’s purely speculation. Don’t get ahead of yourself. But do not fear, I’ll help you figure it out.”

He was. He felt a pang of jealousy, like you were his, but you weren’t. He found himself not liking hearing Eddie talk about you that way. You weren’t just ‘hot’, not just something to gawk at from behind, you were beautiful.

They both get into Eddie’s van, heading back to his trailer where he regularly stayed over a lot of weekends. Eddie started coming up with a plan to make a move for one of his best friends who would never do it on his own.

“So everybody comes over tomorrow, and it’s not weird because we’re inviting everyone, not just her. It’ll just be normal, like the way we hang out at school.”

“Except we’ll be in your house. And if you have to reason why somethings “not weird”, it’s probably weird.”

“What’s wrong with my house?” Eddie asks, offended.

“It’s very small, Eddie.”

“You’ll be okay. I’m gonna go call everybody.” Eddie heads to the phone.

Gareth starts to get anxious at just the thought of half a dozen more bodies in this small, meager place. And in those bodies, one of them will be yours. Wait-he thinks- that’s if you even say yes. Maybe you have plans.

Five minutes later, Eddie strolls back into the living room.

“We have a plan. You gotta help me figure out a lineup of movies. We’re gonna watch some, probably smoke, probably drink a little, it’ll be fun.”

Gareth sighs, rolling his eyes.

The boys all hang out for about half an hour, and they all start to think maybe you couldn’t come after all. Or maybe you didn’t want to?

“She probably backed out because inviting a girl to your trailer at night is creepy.” Jeff says.

“No she didn’t. And I’m not creepy. If anything, that’s Gareth over here-“

“I’m going to kill you.” He says through gritted teeth, not wanting him to run his mouth so he can be made fun of by all of them. He has no chance in hell, he doesn’t need to be reminded.

A gentle knock on the door. Eddie pulls it open and you come in, with your mom driving off as soon as you’re safely inside.

“Sorry I’m a little late.” You say meekly.

“It’s all good. We haven’t even started the movie yet.”

“You did not have to wait for me to start it.” You reason, feeling a little bad for making them wait. Eddie pats a space they seemingly kept for you, between him and Gareth on the couch. He blushed a little as you take the seat, a little squished in with your thighs touching each other.

A couple more people were piled on the couch, and the rest sat in the floor. It reminded you of a kids sleepover, a little bit, until you heard a lighter flick. Eddie puffs the joint that was in between his lips, starting the rotation by passing it to his right. Once it gets to Gareth, he takes a small hit and passes it over to you with a shaky hand. You pass it straight back to Eddie.

“Ah, you don’t smoke, huh? I have beer. You want beer?” Eddie asks.

“Uhh, sure. Why not?” You shrug. You didn’t like the way it felt to be high, but you could go for a good little alcohol buzz.

You look around to see a couple of your other friends sipping on beers already, it makes sense since you were late to the party. Or whatever you wanted to call this, maybe a movie night?

Eddie gets up to grab a few of them from the fridge, and you look back at Gareth’s shaking hands. You take one of them in your own, feeling maybe if he’s cold. To your surprise, his hands were actually warm and a little damp. He swallows hard.

“You okay?” You ask him quietly, trying not to get everyone else’s attention.

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m uh, I’m good.”

“Here you go,” Eddie says, passing one can to each of you. You hold yours away from your body and pop the tab, trying not to get any on you knowing Eddie inevitably shook them up either on accident or on purpose.

Gareth noticed and does the same with his own, taking a couple big sips and setting it down on the table beside him. His hands come to his lap, where he rubs his palms up and down the fabric of his jeans, acknowledging that his hands were, in fact, sweating. You take your left hand and without looking, you find his right. You hold it gently, resting atop his thigh while you keep your eyes fixed on the screen.

You spent that whole movie sitting in silence, feeling like the both of you were in your own world separate from the others. Sipping your drinks every now and then, fingers messily interlaced and barely holding each other, really just merely touching. Yours on top of his. It had stopped the shaking.

“Alright, more beers and another joint.” Eddie announces, standing up while the end credits play. You separate your hands.

When he finally comes back, he has a joint in his mouth and he hands a beer to everyone, including Gareth.

“Why not?” Eddie had asked when he refused, but then picked up his first can which was still 75% full.

“You haven’t even finished this one? Don’t be lame, chug it.” He eggs on the boy sitting beside you and goes to grab your previous can, which was empty and sitting on the floor in front of you, shaking it.

“Even the girl finished hers, come on.”

Gareth’s cheeks flush slightly and with you looking at him now along with everyone else, he chugs the already open beer and then takes the new, cold one.

“Happy?”

“Yep.” Eddie pops his own open and you follow suit. Eventually, you found yourself slightly tipsy, not being a frequent drinker.

“I’m gonna go out- gonna go get some.. fresh air. The air in there was too warm, too thick. You decide to smoke a cigarette while you take a break from being social. About halfway through it, you hear the doorknob click and the door pushes open.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You smile at him.

Gareth smelled heavily of beer. After you had gone outside, Eddie took him to the side and told him to drink the next one and go out there with you, that it would give him courage. He did, for some reason. He often did whatever stupid thing Eddie told him to do.

He sat down beside you, not too close, and simply just sat. You felt his eyes on you, as they watched you take drags and subsequently blow the smoke out, staring at your lips and mouth.

“I know I already asked you this, but really, are you okay?” You question, laughing slightly at his nervous demeanor.

“I just.. okay, I’m gonna regret this I’m sure, uh- fuck it. Do you want me to kiss you? I mean, can I kiss you?”

His heart nearly stops, and he can’t believe he actually said that out loud. It really was liquid courage.

You smile still. “Why would you regret it?”

“If you said no.”

You toss your cigarette into the yard somewhere and turn to him with your full attention, looking down at his lips too.

“I’m not saying no.” You offer, and he leans in immediately, closing the distance between your faces. His plush lips pressed against yours, hard, and lingered for some moments. He pulls away slowly, cautiously, as though he wasn’t sure that really happened. This time, you leaned in, kissing him again. Almost as if to tell him “yes, this is real.”

After the last movie, it was around 12:30, and everyone started getting ready to leave. All of you were sober by now, especially the ones who didn’t smoke much and only had one beer. One of your friends drove himself back home, one friend’s parent came to pick them up, and the rest decided on piling into Eddie’s van for him to take them to their own respective houses.

Gareth asks if he can stay the night, even though he knows he can, he did it often to avoid being at home; and you tell Eddie you’d get a ride in a couple of hours. It was settled, and Eddie left along with the others. You were alone together now, and the house was quiet. Still.

Eddie knew subconsciously what was going on. He wasn’t blind. There was a reason you wanted to stay behind with Gareth, be alone in the trailer with him. The reason was that you wanted the truth.

“Aaaand we’re alone.” He comments out loud, coming to the realization.

“You don’t want to be?” You ask, turning to him.

“No. I mean, yes. I- ugh. I can never say the right thing.” He puts his face in his hands.

“Let me ask you something?” You decide to just be straight up.

“Yeah.”

“Do you like me? Or has this all been some sort of weird game you’re playing, I can’t really tell.”

He sighs.

“I do. I do… a lot. Yeah.”

“So what is all this? I mean ever since that one day, I don’t feel like we’ve been friends. You won’t look me in the eyes, we don’t talk, you’re always running. That all says you hate me, but then we also hold hands and kiss, and that says something different.”

It felt good to get those words out, the weight off your chest. You look at him, waiting for words.

“I’m sorry. I uh.. I developed feelings for you, randomly, and I didn’t know what to do. You make me feel things, a lot of things.”

“Well that’s a little vague, what things? Good ones or bad ones?”

“I guess it’s technically both. I really can’t say though, the feeling. The biggest one.”

You sat in silence for a moment.

“Can I make a guess?”

“Can we not? I mean, we really don’t have to get into it-“

You climb into his lap, straddling him, grinding down a bit. He takes a sharp breath in and without fail, it grows beneath you. It grows so hard, so quickly.

A soft “fuck” falls from his mouth.

“Yeah?” You smile.

He swallows thickly.

“Yeah.”

“You like me. That’s cute.”

You cup the side of his face, leaning down to kiss him. His hands linger by his sides, not knowing what to do with them. You soon grab them, gently guiding them to rest on your waist. When he takes in another sharp breath, his lips part, allowing you to ease your way into his mouth.

Your tongue glides over his bottom lip first, then enters, clumsily fighting with his. His hands slip down, now on your hips, and squeeze gently, also pressing you down onto him in the same motion. You moaned when he did this, his cock rubbing against your covered clit just right, even through the layers of both of your pants.

“Holy shit.” He breathes. “That sounds so good. You sound so good.”

He’d imagined your moans several times mainly in the past week, but the real thing was infinitely better than anything he could’ve pictured. Sweet, slightly high-pitched, not completely matching your often dark appearance.

“And you feel so good, so hard. All for me?” You speak into his mouth.

“Mhm.”

He pulls you down harder, hips starting to buck as he chases the friction from you both just dry humping. You throw your arms over his shoulders, resting there, and he pulls away from your lips. He goes to kiss wetly at your neck, sloppy and uncoordinated. As messy as it was, it still felt so good. He was holding back a little, though, you could tell.

You made some more pretty noises to encourage him, and he takes them as fuel, sucking hard at the base of your neck and using teeth to leave a bruise. You can’t help your eyes from falling shut at the sensation of his lips on your skin.

He starts to reach for the waist band of your pants, but you stop him.

“Eddie’s gonna come back soon. Not much time, do you want me to blow you?” You whisper to him, though you’re alone. He nearly chokes on air at your question, wondering if this was really happening. You gave him a second to think, but he wasn’t giving an answer.

“It’s okay. We can stop everything if you wanna stop. It won’t be weird, I won’t be upset. Just tell me.” You searched his eyes.

“No, yes, please. Fuck.” He’s flustered and his face is hot.

“Yes?” You confirm.

“Yes.”

You get off of him, sinking to your knees in the floor in front of him where he sat on the couch. You try to unbuckle his belt, but you struggle, looking up at him.

“Oh.” He reaches to do it for you once he realizes you can’t.

You undo the button, then pull down the zipper, at what felt like a horribly slow pace to him. You tug on the layers, and he lifts up slightly, helping you get them down.

You take his cock in your hand, thick and heavy, warm.

“So pretty. Just like you.”

You stroke it only once, and he starts to moan. When you start stroking at a steady pace, he’s moving restlessly beneath you.

“Make that pretty and very sensitive.” You note.

“First time- fuck- first time with someone else’s hand.”

“No one has ever touched your dick before?” You question out of genuine curiosity.

“Except me.”

“Hmm.” You marvel. “Well stay still, okay? You still want me to do it?”

“Yes, fuck, I’ll try.” He mutters out.

You press your tongue flat against the very bottom of his shaft, dragging it upwards. You repeat this a few times, running your tongue up and down the bottom of the length, happily basking in the groans and whimpers filling the air. You take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it vigorously, then sink down slowly.

“Ah, mmh, holy fuck, please.”

He craves more, but doesn’t dare touching your head to push you down. He didn’t want to upset you or force you. He doesn’t have to, because you sink down completely until it hits the back of your throat, and your nose nestles in the light brown blondish hair at the base.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, a few strands of hair start to stick to his forehead.

“Fuck, baby, please, please.”

You had no idea what he was saying please for. You just knew that he was a whimpering mess, babbling every thought that came to mind. He called me baby, you thought, putting that to the side in your brain to think about later. You keep sucking and sucking hard, up and down, bobbing your head. You don’t gag once.

“So good, ah, so good at this, baby. Please keep going, please.”

You continue, though you had no plans on stopping, but you took a break to just focus on his tip for a minute, tasting salty precum on your tongue that was leaking from it. His hips bucked when you did this, running the tip of your tongue over his slit.

You take the base in your hand now, and start working him with it at the bottom while you relentlessly sucked the rest of the length. Soon enough, you felt it twitch, and your ears were blessed with the loudest groan you’ve ever heard from a man in your life.

This was your only warning that cum was coming, he either didn’t have time to tell you or didn’t know that he was supposed to. Either way, it all shoots down the back of your mouth and throat, warm and welcome.

“Fuck, holy fuck”

You swallow it all down without a second thought, going up and down a couple more times before pulling off, hearing gravel crunching just as you were wiping your chin. You both scramble to look normal, though it’s impossibly hard for him to considering he just got head for the first time and it was amazing beyond comprehension.

Eddie walks in the door, flipping the light in the living room on, blinding your adjusted to the dark eyes. He walks over closer to you, looking to where you’re both looking, and squints.

“The tv’s not on… what are you guys watching?”

You said goodbye and got in the car with your ride less than an hour after Eddie got back. You’d not thought about the fact you have a couple of dark purple hickeys on the base of your neck, you didn’t even look in the mirror. When you got home and to your room, you looked in your vanity and you absolutely did. You traced your fingers over them gently, appreciating them, like art.

“Something happened. What happened?”

“You know, you’re weirdly interested in this whole thing. Why do you wanna know so bad?”

“Dude, I’m being your wingman. You need me. I’ve been your friend for a long ass time, and you’ve never even really talked to a girl. This is a rare opportunity, and it seems like she likes you too. I saw her holding your hand, and that was so sweet.”

“Alright, alright, I get it. I’m a loser virgin. And for your information, it actually was very sweet.”

“But are you?”

“Am i what? What are you talking about?”

“A virgin, hello?? Did you finally just do it? I thought I gave you enough time alone.”

“No, we didn’t do it. We just kissed and she, you know…”

“No way.”

“Yeah way.”

Eddie continued with the questions, and gareth continued to answer them, leading to the conclusion:

“You have to go get her. It’s not too late.”

“Are you fucking crazy? It is absolutely too late. She’s gone.”

“I know where she lives. It’s not too far from here.”

“Okay, you’re a creep.”

“Cmon, I mean I’ve driven her home from school a few times. I can take you there.”

“I don’t know, that really seems like I’m pushing it. I haven’t exactly been the nicest to her…”

“You think she cares? She looks at you like she’s in love with you. Man up and go after her before she has a chance to slip away.”

“Fuck it, I guess. Better than hanging around with you.”

They both rolled their eyes at each other in unison.

“It’s definitely that one.” He said, pointing at your bedroom window. “That’s a girl’s room, 100%.”

“And what, I’m just supposed to go knock on it?”

“Yeah, pretty much. If you don’t do this tonight I think you’ll regret it. That’s all I’m saying.” Eddie shrugs.

As you lay in bed, you’re startled half to death by three taps on your window. This is how I die, you thought, there’s a murderer at my window in the middle of the night. The room was mostly dark, so you peeked through the curtain ever so slightly.

The red flannel shirt stood out in the dim moonlight, and for some reason, seeing it made you instantly comfortable with opening the window. If it was a murderer, it would be your fault, you would’ve let him kill you just because he was wearing a red flannel shirt. You push up the window quietly.

“What are you doing?” You whisper-yell, confused.

“I came back for you.”

“That sounds so ridiculously dramatic. This isn’t a movie. C’mon.” You said sarcastically, stepping back as he climbs in. You were changed and showered, hair freshly dried with pajama shorts and just a tee shirt on. Once he’s in, you close the window. He assumes Eddie’s driving away now, and he is.

“I have so many questions. How do you know where I live, how did you know which window was mine, how did you get here, why are you here?” You list out the first questions that come to mind instantly.

He doesn’t answer, just stepping closer to you and grabbing your face, hands on each side, on your cheeks. He pulls you close, desperately, and kisses you with force and passion. You kiss him back, and he walks you backwards to push you onto your bed, climbing on top of you.

“Gareth, seriously. What’s going on?” You pull away from his lips.

“Need to fuck you,” he whispers against your neck, kissing on it again.

Something, somehow, had switched, and he suddenly wasn’t so nervous anymore. He felt he had to give it to you, now or never. The truth is that even without Eddie’s pressuring, he was addicted. He got some of you, now he craved it bad, so bad he came to do this really risky and stupid plan.

He could’ve gotten the cops called for creeping around your house at 3AM or woken up your parents who may or may not shoot him, just for the chance to have all of you.

“Okay.” You breathe, letting him take control. You know he’ll probably need some affirmations and maybe a little help, but you let him take over. But first:

“Wait, can you do like you were earlier, can you keep calling me baby?”

“You like that? Okay, I will.”

He didn’t expect you to find that endearing, it was just the first thing that spilled out of his lips when you were making him feel so good.

He’s trying his best to push back those nagging thoughts in his head, to replace them with confidence. He licks down to your collarbone, which is covered by the t-shirt, and you take the initiative to just pull it off completely.

He stops, and so does his breathing, just for a moment. It was the first time he’d ever seen your tits, and just like your sounds, they were so much incredibly better than he ever could’ve imagined them to be.

��Jesus Christ.”

You reach up to squeeze them, play with your nipples, showing him that it’s okay he do the same. He takes that and follows your example, squeezing and kneading your soft tits and toying with your nipples between his cool fingers. You take note of that, that they’re cold this time, not warm and sweaty anymore.

He stares down at your chest while he gropes it until you start to tug at the hem of his shirt. He seems to hesitate, but lets you take it off him. The pale skin of his chest is littered with freckles, his shoulders and arms toned from playing the drums. He gets anxious with the attention on him and distracts you by capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

Your tongues tangle and fight with each other, exploring at the same time. His dick is incredibly hard once again, more than it’s ever been besides that time he saw you bent over in that damned skirt. He kisses you like he needs it to live, like he can’t breathe without it. You speak softly against his lips.

“You’ve teased me so bad, I really can’t take much more,” you breathe, “you said you want to, so why don’t you just fuck me already?”

“I will, baby, shit. I’m going to.” He rushes out the words, breathing hard, reaching to undo his belt buckle again. While he took off his shoes and everything else, you slipped off your shorts. When he came back to you, you had your legs spread for him, wet spot on your panties on display, and he groans at the sight.

He reaches out, using his thumb to rub over the spot, making you squirm and try to rub up against it. His eyes are wide and pupils huge as he looks down at you, how desperate you are. He takes a while, just to look, and you get restless.

“Need your cock, daddy. Need it.”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned.

“Jesus H Christ, please stop talking or I’m gonna cum right now.”

“Make me.” You challenge, and he cages you in, pinned underneath him.

He pressed his lips to yours while also pressing his tip to your core, with you pulling your panties to the side for him to enter. It was warm, soft, slippery, and he wanted to stay there forever. He couldn’t just keep rubbing his cock up and down your folds forever, though it felt like heaven, spreading slick all over.

When he stopped kissing you for a moment, you took the opportunity to speak.

“Please.” Is all you could come up with, much like him earlier that night. Now you understood.

“Okay, okay, fuck.” He sighs out the last word.

He pushes in, getting you drunk on the sheer stretch.

“Oh god, ohmygod,” you moan, and your mouth falls open, unable to meet his any longer. “So big, so good. Sososo good, oh god,”

He was giving everything he had not to moan and groan out loud, he wanted to so bad, but you were making enough noise for the both of you already. He swallowed down every sound that threatened to escape his throat.

Your moans got higher pitched the farther he sank in, uncontrollable at the point where he was fully seated inside you.

“Shhh, please, just take it.”

He panics slightly. He came up with the solution: pressing his hand against your mouth so you wouldn’t say any more vulgar things to make him cum in 0.2 seconds and so you couldn’t moan so loudly you’d wake up your sleeping family. It’s firm, and it keeps you quiet. It works.

He pulls back, withdrawing his cock then pushing it back in, filling you up. He fucks into you hard, and you can only whimper against his hand, tears at the corner of your eyes. You wanted to scream, it felt so good, you couldn’t believe this boy was a virgin. It was better than anything you’ve ever had, and you’d had your share of partners.

“Ohh fuck, Jesus Christ, baby.” He groans lowly. “Feels so good.”

It was overwhelming and so very pleasurable. You couldn’t scream, though, couldn’t let all the words spill out, tell him how good he is. You just had to take it, like he said, feeling it repeatedly brush against that special spot on your walls inside you until you came all around him.

It happened surprisingly quickly, the way he fucked you was just perfect. Once you came, he was a goner too. He didn’t know what that would feel like, didn’t know it meant you tightening on him and clamping down, spasming and fluttering.

His thrusts became haphazard and lazy, sloppy, just before he spilled deep inside you. His head falls forward, resting against your chest, and his hand loses it’s grip on your mouth. You both still for a minute, trying hard to breathe normal again.

“Fuck.” You breathe.

“Fuck.” He echos.

“Was that good? You know, for your first time, at least?”

“It was amazing.”

“Good. It was amazing for me too.”

Half an hour later, you see headlights through your curtains, and peek out.

“Oh. Eddie’s here.” You say plainly.

“Okay, so I’ve gotta go. I’m gonna see you, okay? I’ll see you soon.” He pulls his jacket on.

“Gareth.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you lying?”

“What? No. Why?”

“I’m scared you’re gonna leave and never talk to me again. We did it, it’s done, so you have no reason to be interested anymore. You’re gonna leave.”

You feel tears stinging in your eyes but don’t dare let them fall, trying to dry them up before they can even try. When you look up at him from your bed with this sadness in your face, he melts. Falls apart.

“No, no, I’m not gonna leave. I mean, I have to, right now, but not like that. Can you trust me?”

“I dunno…” you answer, unsure what he really meant by that.

“How about this. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You nod happily.

“Good. We’re together now, so I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses you on the forehead and before you know it, he’s gone. The tears are gone, but so is your energy, and you fall asleep quickly.

“Well?”

“I did it. We fucked, and we’re together now, so I don’t need you breathing down my neck about it anymore.” He says proudly.

“Wait, together? Did you ask her to date you, already?” Eddie asked, a little shocked that his friend moved so quickly and is apparently now dating his other friend.

“Yes, together. I know it’ll make the dynamic a little weird, but we’ll figure it out.”

#gareth emerson smut #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson #stranger things #stranger things smut #gareth emerson fanfic #Spotify #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson imagine #Gareth stranger things x reader

246 notes · View notes

okmack-22 · 2 years

Text

interruptions- gareth emerson

gareth emerson x fem!munson!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it's just what baby?" he asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"kinda have to man" gareth spoke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

774 notes · View notes

shylemon0 · 2 years

Text

Gareth Dating an Artist!Reader Would include (Headcanons)

Wooo

(Gn) ———

· You two met through Eddie being that the both of you get treated like outcasts the first years of high school, both being in hellfire and getting closer after you joined the friend group

· You just sitting and drawing in your sketchbook listening to him and the rest of his band practicing, maybe ending up in a couple of sketches of the entire band and multiple pages of only Gareth playing the drums · Making custom Dice an miniatures for your dnd campaigns and everyone loving the style your miniatures have and constantly complimenting them

· Him finding it cute whenever your face and clothes are covered in paint after painting for a whole day · Sitting next to each other while you draw and him leaning his head on your shoulder to watch you draw/doodle

· You’ve made him a pair of custom handmade drumsticks as a birthday present, also just stealing his regular ones to paint and draw on, he fucking loves it, he’s always showing them off to his band and any other person that’ll listen because he’s so proud of them · You two could spend hours talking about your interests and hobbies

· Whenever he decides to annoy you when you’re painting he’ll end up with some pain on his face as you jab your paintbrush at him to shush him away · He just genuinely loves you and your art and won’t stop complimenting it and showing your art off since he’s so proud to be the boyfriend of someone so creative

617 notes · View notes

darkwhitevintage · 2 years

Text

"I love you first"

Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

(Reader has glasses)

12:38am

Y/n lays on Gareth, their head resting on his chest. Metallica played in low volume in the background. Y/n's hand rests on his cheek, tracing his freckles. One of Gareth's hands plays with their hair, the other on their lower back. "I love your hugs," Gareth breaks the silence. Y/n hums, snuggling into his chest more. He grins, looking down at them.

Y/n tries to find a comfortable position without damaging their glasses. Gareth takes off their glasses, holding it above his head. "Give it back, I need to see," Y/n whines, trying to retrieve their glasses. "Give me a kiss first," Gareth's grin grows bigger. Y/n gently grabs his face, pressing a kiss on his lips. "Another one," Gareth mumbles. Y/n kisses him again, turning their head to the side for a better angle. In the kiss, Y/n grabs their glasses, placing them on the nightstand. Gareth wraps his arms around their neck. "I-I'm-I-" He says between kisses.

They pull away, smiling at eachother, their foreheads pressed together. "I tried to say 'I love you' without stuttering and I failed," Gareth says, chuckling softly at his own nervousness. Y/n chuckled along with him. "I love you too," Y/n says, locking eyes with him. "I love you first," Gareth replies, hugging their waist tightly. "Doubt it," they mumble into his lips, laying into him more.

"Your lips are so soft," Gareth says in a low voice, caressing y/n's hair. "Even without my glasses, I can still see how handsome you are," Y/n says smiling. Gareth groans quietly, hiding his face in their hair and neck. "Your so cute when you're all blushy like this," they say, running their fingers through his hair. "Sto~p," Gareth replies, sighing. "Never," y/n says, kissing him again.

-----------------------------------------

🥁🥁🥁🥁

#fanfic #headcanons #i love you gareth #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #fluff

534 notes · View notes

just-ghostnstuff · 2 years

Note

Haiii I wanted to ask if u could do a stranger things gareth x reader?:) head cannons or not I don’t mind just very very fluffy, just basically what it would be like to date him:) thank uuuu <333

Hi! Yes ofcourse!! <3

I hope this is what you wanted!!

Dating Gareth head canons

Before you start dating Gareth he wouldn’t talk a lot about his hobbies, not besides the basics of stuff like his DND characters and a little bit of the music he likes.

But when you start dating him this man would just open up, he’d share everything he likes and just absolutely radiate happiness if you listen to him AND especially when you send back the same energy.

He’d let you design little attributes for his DND characters to carry on them. If you play DND yourself he’d absolutely try and get you to join hellfire, if you don’t play it he would try to explain it to you and help you make your character, eventually he’d still get you to join hellfire.

Once he figures out what your favourite song is he’d immediately try and learn it on the drums so he can show you next time you guys hang out.

He loves when you show up when he rehearses even you just being there and enjoying the music makes his heart melt. Before his shows he likes to see you even if it’s just for a few minutes because you being there helps with his nerves.

He’d make mixtapes with songs you guys listened to together, that were playing during important/sentimental moments (first date and such) or that remind him of you.

He isn’t too big on public affection, holding hands or having is arm around your waist would be the max. But when you guys are together he would be very clingy.

He likes to cuddle a lot it’s probably one of his favourite things to do, just lay in bed and cuddle with you whilst listening to music.

He wouldn’t be very jealous but would sometimes get insecure, he wont’t show it in anger but you would notice he’d be a little off, but you could easily reassure him. And he would do the same for you.

Because he might not be jealous but he is very protective, he’d stand up for you If someone said anything bad about you even if they are his friends or way stronger than him. He’d ask you to call when you go and hang out with your friends in the woods or something, because even though you guys like to take walks there together he still knows it’s dangerous.

Over all it would be a very loving two sided relationship.

——————————————-

A/N: hey! I hope this is what you meant if not let me know and I will turn it into a story. Also credit to my friend who tried to help me write this but just nodded her head at everything I said, its very much appreciated.

She wants me to add she did give 2 suggestions.

I wrote this right after watching twilight (unnecessary info that I will keep adding because I think it’s funny)

#gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #Gareth stranger things x reader

440 notes · View notes

wherethecolorswontgo · 2 years

Note

Hello!!! Can I ask for a needy Gareth? or just general fluffy dating headcanons? He needs more fics omg, hes so fine its killing me. Thank you so much for reading this!!<333

FLUFFY GARETH <3333

I agree!! He definitely doesn’t get enough love

He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair. No debate on this it makes him WEAK

The key to calming this boy down is to just hold him and pet his hair :)

Gareth Is such a sofie, he tries to act tough in front of the hellfire guys but you know thats not the real him

Real Gareth likes to get all cozy on your bed, head in your lap while you play with his hair and hum along to a night like this by the cure

Gareth is DEFINITELY a needy guy, i mean come on look at him

He just wants you to hold his hand and let him walk with you EVERYWHERE

I swear he’s like a puppy

Of course he denys all of those things but he’s not a very good liar

If you’re not in hellfire let me tell you. Gareth having to be away from you during hellfire night is a fucking CURSE

He literally gets yelled at so many times for not focusing on the game

He just can’t be away for too long :(

This boy is constantly knocking at your window in the middle of the night

Honestly its very rare for him to sleep without you, without fail he’s at the window every night

Gareth just loves cutesy nicknames i can tell :))

Calls you baby, sugar, honey, etc

Honestly princess is probably his fav

Making you giggle is his favorite hobby. Nothing else beats it (not even dnd)

If you’re in hellfire club then oh god is he clingy.

Either he has to be touching you or you touching him, as long as he can feel you it doesn’t matter

To be honest you’re one of those couples thats so cute it makes the guys sick

No matter how hard he tries to seem tough he always cracks just a little bit

He can’t help but melt when you give him little pecks on the cheek or tug on his hair

You get at LEAST 2 phone calls a day from Gareth whining about how much he misses you

You always have to hang up the phone first because if not Gareth will stay on the line FOREVER

He’s one of the “no you hang up” boyfriends

Gareth is such a sweetheart <3

He just loves you so much he can’t stay away for too long!!

Oh god i hope this was okay! 😭 thank you so much for the request <333

@ahzysauce

#gwydion lashlee-walton #gareth x reader #gareth stranger things x reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson headcannon #stranger things x reader #stranger things #gwydion lashlee walton

1K notes · View notes

cazperx-x · 2 years

Text

The Car Ride Home

Part two of this fic

Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, slight references to maybe sexual activities, I'm pretty sure that's it

Synopsis: After your sister so rudely refuses to give you a ride home, even after you got her with the boy of her dreams, the pretty boy with fluffy hair offers you a ride home.

Word count: 1.9k

When you and Gareth got back to the clubroom, all the other boys were still awkwardly waiting outside the door for your sister and Eddie. When the guys saw you, Mike shot up.

“Good, Y/n you’re here. We need you to go see whatever the hell your sister and Eddie are doing so we can keep playing DnD.” Mike said, and before you could process half of what came out of his mouth you were being pushed towards the closed door.

“Hey! Why do I have to be the one to go in there!” You protested, but before Mike could answer you were already clumsily falling into the door.

The next sound the boys heard was a shriek, and Gareth was the first one to burst through the door. “ What happened are you hur- OH GOD MY EYES-”

Your sister and Eddie the freak Munson were doing a little more than “making out”. Things no human wanted to see their own sister do, and things no one wanted to see their Dungeon Master do. You silently thanked the world that you showed up then and there because let's face it if you showed up any later you would be screaming for the sweet release of death. That poor, poor DnD table.

Your eyes were sealed shut and covered by your hands for extra measures, but you did take a peek at Gareth through your fingers when you heard his voice, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw the look of pure terror on his face.

“This isn’t funny Y/n, your sister is-” Gareth whisper yelled before you cut him off.

“Nope nope nope, don't wanna hear it, Emerson. I’m already making that Wheeler kid pay for my therapy.” You muttered.

“Okay you little shits, you can look now,” Eddie shouted, loud enough for everyone outside of the clubroom to hear.

You cautiously moved your hands down and looked towards your sister and Munson, and you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you saw they were on opposite ends of the table. But the second Mike walked back into the clubroom you hit him on the back of the head.

“You’re paying for my therapy you little shit.” You scolded him.

“Ow! Okay okay, I'm sorry, jeez.” That was his response, and you were 99% sure he wasn’t even really sorry. You rolled your eyes with a sigh and looked over to Gareth. He had his arms crossed, and his expression was a mix of annoyed, relieved, disgusted, and still terrified.

“I really suggest you guys wipe down that table before continuing the campaign,” Gareth said, a look of disgust overpowering every other emotion on his face. It looked like he had finally processed what just happened.

The rest of the club erupted in “Ew!”s and “That's disgusting!”

Your sister looked like she was about to murder you, which made you put your hands up in defense. “Hey, don’t get mad at me for getting you and the guy of your dreams together.” Which just made things go arguably worse

“That's it, you’re walking home.”

“What!? That’s more than a five-mile walk, I don't even have a bike-” You protested, but your sister just crossed her arms.

“Should’ve thought of that earlier.”

“Dad and Mom’ll kill you for just leaving me here alone on your watch! I could get kidnapped.”

“Oh don’t worry, I'm sure you’ll be just fine. Just steal some kid's bike or get a ride from someone else.”

Before you could argue with her about how stupid of an idea that was, Gareth piped up.

“I could give you a ride home if you want.” You quickly turned your head to face him, and when he saw the look on your face he went red. “I-I mean I just think it’ll be better than stealing some poor kid's bike, and I doubt you’ll want to be trapped in a van that reeks of weed with a bunch of freshmen-” He rambled, but you just chuckled and shook your head at him.

“It would be great if you could give me a ride home.” You smiled before glancing over at your sister, who had a devilish grin on her face.

“Looks like you’re not the only one who can play mat-”

“Heyyy look at the time we should wrap this up now considering It’s almost 1 am, and I'm sure the freshmen have curfew soon, right?” You talked over your sister.

“Oh shit yeah, didn’t realize how late it was,” Lucas agreed, looking at his watch.

Everyone began helping clean up, and Gareth make Eddie begrudgingly wipe down the DnD table while he watched with a disappointed look on his face.

“I expected more from you, Edward Munson.”

“Shut up.”

When everything was cleaned up, Eddie started poorly trying to flirt with Ellie as Dustin pulled on his sleeve.

“You’re giving us a ride home, right? Right? Rightttt?” Dustin kept repeating until Eddie sighed and turned to him.

“Yes, now leave me alone Henderson.”

“I can’t! If I’m not back in time for curfew my mom’ll ground me.” Dustin whined.

You rolled your eyes and wandered over to where Gareth was, quietly observing as he gently placed all his DnD things in his folder. It made you smile, watching how careful he was being. It reminded you of a little kid carefully putting away his action figures. When Gareth was finished, he turned around and almost fell when he saw you.

“Jesus! Y/n! Don’t scare me like that.” He sighed, hand on his chest.

“Sorry! Didn’t realize I was staring,” You chuckled awkwardly.

“So...Are you ready to go?”

“Yep.” You nodded and slightly cringed at how awkward the conversation had gone.

You waved goodbye to your sister and the other hellfire members, before walking with Gareth out to the parking lot. Once again, before you got to the school’s double doors Gareth rushed in front of you and dramatically opened the door for you with a bow, which made you giggle.

“God my sister’s gonna kill me for breaking her window.” You muttered as you walked over to the passenger side of Gareth’s car, which was right next to your own.

“I mean, she did lock you in there for like five hours. I’d say she deserves it.” Gareth mumbled while shoving various items of trash from the floor and dashboard to where you couldn’t see.

“Sorry about the mess, I wasn’t planning on driving any pretty girls home,” Gareth said with a chuckle, and once again you got butterflies in your stomach when the words “pretty girl” left his mouth.

“It’s fine, I’ve seen worse. You should’ve seen how bad my sister’s van used to be.” You muttered, more to yourself than him, getting into the passenger seat.

It was awkwardly silent as Gareth started driving. You both attempted to make small talk, but it was just as, if not more, awkward and ended very quickly.

“So…What was a pretty girl like you doing trapped in a van anyway? Didn’t you say you were 16 and could legally drive?” Gareth teased, although he seemed genuinely curious.

“Well, it's not to trick pretty boys like you into giving me rides home if that's what you think,” you said with a chuckle, looking over at Gareth. You smiled when you saw how his face had gone a light shade of pink.

“My parents both work a lot, and my little siblings are always at some friend's house,” You continued to explain, ”That leaves my darling older sister in charge of me most Friday nights because god forbid my parents to leave their 16yr daughter alone for a couple of hours.” You huffed.

“That sucks,” Gareth said with a shake of his head. “So is that why you don’t have a license?”

“The reason for that Emerson will remain a secret. Who knows, maybe I do use it as an excuse to get pretty boys to give me rides home,” You teased.

Gareth rolled his eyes, but you noticed the pink on his face seemed to deepen before he realized something.

“Wait! You never told me where you lived!”

“Oh yeah about that, you missed the exit a while ago,” You said with a shrug.

“Why didn't you tell me!”

“I don’t know! We were just finally talking and I figured being a little late to curfew wasn’t such a bad idea.” You crossed your arms with a huff.

Gareth laughed and shook his head, his loose curls bouncing up and down.

“You are one special girl Y/n.” He turned to look at you, but you weren’t even paying attention.

His laugh. God, you thought it was possibly one of the best sounds you had ever heard. But you quickly snapped back to reality.

“Gareth! Eyes on the road!”

“Shit!”

“God, you’re worse of a driver than I would be!” You fought to hold off giggles. “I don’t mind missing curfew but I would prefer getting home in one piece.”

“Well, that's kinda hard when you still haven’t told me where you lived.” Gareth teased.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes before finally telling Gareth your address.

After that, conversations between you and him flowed easily. Most of the conversations were filled with laughs and giggles, and it turns out you and Gareth have a really similar sense of humor. But where did the similarities stop? Drums.

“Look, all I’m saying is drums can’t be that hard to learn,” You stated matter-of-factly, arms crossed.

“Bullshit! I bet you’ve never even touched a drumset.” Gareth practically screamed as he parked in front of your house.

“Fine, you’ve got me there,” You rolled your eyes and got out of the car, but before you walked away Gareth rolled the window down. “Hey! L/n.” You walked back and rested your arms on the rolled-down window, and Gareth opened his mouth to say something else. But before he could get any words out an idea popped into your head.

“I have a proposal. 2 pm tomorrow, you pick me up and give me a drum lesson. I can prove how easy it is to learn the drums. Or I completely fail and you can rub it in my face for the rest of eternity. “

Gareth’s face lit up as his eyes went wide and a goofy smile appeared.

“Yeah! That’s a great idea! I-I mean yeah, that sounds cool. Cool. I’m up for it.”

You laughed at how hard the boy was trying to seem tough, but ultimately failing.

“Then it’s a date.” You smiled, before walking up to your doorstep. When you turned back around, Gareth was doing fist pumps. Your heart melted when you saw how giddy and excited he was.

“I can still see you, pretty boy!” You shouted at him, watching as his face went red in embarrassment, but quickly he smiled to himself and shook his head.

“See you at 2 pm sharp pretty girl!” He shouted back.

Your heart melted, and at this point, you were sure it was just a slimy pile of goo as you watched him drive away until his car was hidden by trees. Suddenly your face went red hot as you realized what just happened.

You had a date.

With Gareth Emerson.

Before you knew it you were the one first pumping in delight.

#gareth stranger things x reader #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #stranger things

874 notes · View notes