#cocky gareth emerson

[punkrockmlchael]

English

Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem Cheerleader!Reader

Enemies to Lovers (Fuckers)? (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Verbally Fighting (Degrading Name Calling and Lots of Swearing), Mentions of Family Issues/Problems, Sexual Tension, Plot with Smut, Smut: Oral (Male Receiving, he’s a head pusher! And he face fucks you..), Cum eating, Slight Fingering, Unprotected Sex, PinV, Sex in the old cheer closet, Submissive Gareth, Dominant Gareth (he's both in this okay you'll see, baby boy has issues), afab reader

This idea came to me based off of a bot on character.ai and wow I ran with it and this is filthy. FILTHY. No like seriously, I think I need holy water after writing this.

Synopsis: You're one of the Star Cheerleaders at Hawkin's High who's actually had quite a tough life, though you never admit it to anyone who's not close to you. You show up everyday with a smile on your face despite your problems at home. However, the fact that you're a cheerleader is something Gareth automatically hates about you. He hates popular kids, and anyone he thinks had it 'better' than he, the freak, did growing up. So when you get partnered to work with him for an English project you can't help but just go off on each other, true colors coming out.

Word Count: 5.1k

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Your English teacher was definitely a teacher that believed group projects were the highlight of high school. Each semester you'd walk into the room with your name next to a new one, and so far you've been pretty lucky with who you've been partnered up with, you couldn't complain.

So when you walked in on the first day of the last semester, you searched the board for your name and the name next to it. You stopped in your tracks and shook your head in disbelief, reading the name next to yours.

Chrissy, the cheer captain and one of your best friends, stood next to you, almost running into you when you decided to stop so abruptly to read the board. She followed your gaze and cringed for you.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry... you're partnered with... the freak!" She said, trying to hold back a giggle. You shook your head and groaned softly, looking around the room.

You and Gareth absolutely hated each other, and to this day you're still not sure why. Every interaction you've ever had with this boy has been filled with glares, scoffs, and swear words back and forth.

He hated you and you hated him.

You eventually found Gareth in the back corner of the room, sitting close to the windows; his gaze on the trees outside of the window. You walked over to him, taking a seat next to him. You glanced your eyes over towards him, taking in his appearance.

Black band tee, red flannel vest with pins scattered about, black skinny jeans, skull and bones chain around his neck and rings on his fingers. His brown messy curls sat just above his bright blue eyes, freckles dusting across his face.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't think that he was attractive.

When you took a seat next to him, Gareth looked up at you, taking in your appearance. Your green and white cheer uniform clung perfectly to your body, showing off your curves in all the right places. Your long hair fell down your back, curled perfectly with your sparkly white cheer bow pinned in the back of it.

Your outfit was enough for him to come to one conclusion: you're still a cheerleader and he still doesn't like you... in fact, he despises you.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Not a fucking cheerleader. Just, don't get us an F this semester, okay?" He asked, looking back up at the board in the front of the room.

"Whatever, you fucking ass." You growled back, your blood boiling. "I hate you."

"The feeling is very much mutual."

Once the bell rang to signal the start of class your teacher stood at the front of the classroom, explaining your assignment for the semester. "Okay, class. One of the main things to do will be analyzing all of these short stories together as pairs. Now, back to the one we most recently looked at. What do you think the minor character represents?" She asked, looking around the room.

You sat quietly, looking at the notes you had written in your notebook regarding that specific short story. When no one answered you raised your hand slowly, smiling a little when the teacher nodded at you. Gareth's eyes darted towards you and he snickered a little, waiting to hear your explanation for this.

You took a deep breath and started your monologue.

"I personally struggled with the representation of this character for a while, and it took myself a good couple read throughs to come up with what I believe the character is representing. I personally believe this character is a representation of death—and not in the literal sense but more in the figurative sense. Our main character doesn't lose anyone close to him in death during this story, but he does lose one thing: his childhood. This minor character is only mentioned briefly, and he brings about a sense of childlike wonder to our main character, reminding him how it was to see life through the eyes of a child, be free and not have a care in the world. But soon after we don't see that minor character again, the main character has turmoils and responsibilities that catch up to him... he's not able to see the world through the eyes of a child anymore. He just loses his innocence." You clear your throat a little, leaning forward in your seat, your arms resting on top of your desk before you continued. "And I personally believe that this is also a metaphor that we can take into our everyday lives, for instance in middle school you are still able to look through the looking glass of life set on the child's viewfinder but once you reach highschool every thing just... changes. The friends you had may drift off, everyone having different responsibilities and turmoils of their own, some people don't share those turmoils and challenges while others are an open book, showing those challenges off to everyone. I believe that's the point of the character. To show that at some point, your childhood dies, and unfortunately, it happens at a different point for everyone."

The teacher smiled wide, listening to your response. She nodded her head along and agreed. The students in the classroom all smiled and nodded as well, silently praising your answer.

Gareth looked at you, taking in your answer. He was both impressed and taken aback by your response, though he would never admit it to you.

He sat back in his own seat, crossing his arms over his chest before he watched you carefully, trying to pick you apart piece by piece—physically and mentally. His eyes scanned up and down your body as you repositioned yourself back in your seat. Your skirt crept up your thighs ever so slightly, exposing more skin than Gareth had ever seen on you. He stared slightly, watching the white fabric sit higher and higher on your thighs with every move you made before he snapped out of it.

"I bet you didn't even think of that yourself," Gareth muttered under his breath after a while, looking at his own notebook.

"Jealous that a cheerleader had the answer and you didn't?" You smirked, your eyes not looking at him. He scoffed.

"Like I said, you probably cheated to get that answer. There's no way you came up with that in your own."

You shook your head, looking at your notes again. "Whatever, you dick." You mumbled.

"Bitch." He said under his breath.

The class went on slowly, and you just wanted it to be over so you could finally head home for the day, and get as far away from Gareth as humanly possible.

The bell rang and everyone sprung from their seats, heading towards the door. You packed up your backpack with your book and notebook, trying to get out of the classroom as soon as you could.

Gareth walked over towards you and smirked, wanting to start shit.

"Nice answer. You're so dumb, there's literally no way you came up with that answer on your own. I bet you only came up with half of that answer, if that." He said, moving closer to you.

"I really just think you're jealous that you weren't able to come up with that answer on your own, you fucking ass." You nodded, your eyes meeting his. You pushed past him, hitting his shoulder with yours as you walked by.

"Hey, what the fuck?" He yelled, looking at you.

You turned around and smirked at him, flipping him off with both of your hands before you kept walking towards the front of the building to the doors.

Giving him not one, but two fingers was a bad idea. His anger was through the roof at this point, there was steam coming out of his ears.

He walked after you quickly, yelling at you as he did.

"What the fuck is your problem, you slut?" He yelled, speeding up to catch up with you.

"What the fuck is your problem, you dick?" You asked, continuing to walk away from him.

Gareth followed after you and cornered you outside. He placed his hands on the wall beside you, trapping you against the cold, brick wall.

"What the hell, you can't just act all smug and then walk away." He growled, staring into your eyes.

You looked back into his eyes with a smirk plastered on your face. "I'm pretty sure I just did," you said, innocently.

His anger grew at your innocent act.

"You're a fucking bitch, you know that? You're not even that pretty anyways." He scoffed, looking at you. His grip on the wall beside you grew harder as did his anger towards you. Your stare at him however was unfazed by his words and actions.

"Yeah, I know that. Thank you. Believe me, I hear that everyday. There is nothing you can say that I haven't heard a million times already. Too ugly, too dumb, too talkative, too annoying, too sassy, too much of a freak. You're fighting a losing battle." Your stare intensifies as you cross your arms over your chest, your back fully resting on the wall behind you now.

"Well, if you're not pretty and everyone thinks you're annoying then why are you a cheerleader? You sound pretty useless to me." He spit back, trying to get a reaction out of you. But he didn't, you stood your ground.

"Yeah, I've been told I'm useless since I was born. Like I said, nothing you say will hurt me." You stepped closer to him, getting into his face. "My childhood died at the ripe age of 10, when did yours die?" You whispered to him, your breath hitting his face.

"Yeah right." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure your childhood is still alive. I bet your parents love you and probably treat you like a fucking princess." He shot back, moving his face even closer to yours, now only inches separated you.

You glared at him, moving back to lean against the wall. "Not that I owe you a fucking explanation or the time of day for that matter; but I haven't seen my parents since I was 15. They got a divorce, my mom moved away and my dad eventually went to jail. I live with my aunt and I only do cheer so she can get me out of the fucking house. It's an outlet for me that allows me to forget about my fucked up life and childhood for as long as I can." You moved closer to his face again. "Any other insights you want to know about my perfect life, Mr. Fucking Cocky?" You shouted in his face.

Gareth felt bad now, and though he didn't want to admit it... he sympathized with you on your story and situation. But, he was such a hot head that he wasn't going to let you 'win' this argument.

"Yeah, well, that doesn't explain why you're always such a bitch to me. All the fucking time." He yelled back, moving his body closer to yours. He was, at this point, pinning your body to the brick wall behind you with his.

You laughed coldly, looking up at him. "I actually have never done anything to you. Every time the cheer team and the jocks are attacking you and your friends I actually stick up for you guys... God only knows why. And, I thought maybe being partnered together for this assignment was a way to actually see how you are and what you're like; I really did kind of want to get to know you. You do seem like you've had it rough and I wanted to get to know the real you, although, it seems like I already have. I'm the type of person where if you burn your bridge with me—it's gone. You were a dick to me, so I'm a bitch back to you. Congratulations, Gareth, another one bites the dust!" You shook your head and stared at him. "I actually thought you would be a nice and genuine person but hey, maybe I am a stupid cheerleader because I believed you had a heart." You poked his chest as you spoke the last words, glaring at him.

He stared back at you, taking in your words before trying to find his own to retort back. "I'm the dickhead? I have no heart?" He scoffed, looking you up and down. "I thought you were just some basic, stuck up cheerleader and I can see now that I was right. You're probably too dumb for your own good."

"Clearly your childhood isn't dead yet if you still need to win every fucking argument and get the last word in every time. It's like they say in middle school... if a guy makes fun of you and teases you, then he must have a crush on you." You smirked slightly, leaning in closer to him. "Well, if this is how you treat me, then, baby boy, you must be whipped over me." You leaned back against the wall again, waiting for his reaction. "Need some attention from a girl, huh?"

"You wish," he mumbled. "You think I'm just some... weakling like you who's never been with a girl? Well, you have it all wrong. I've been with plenty of girls before; I've kissed girls before and felt them up."

"So have I. You aren't special."

You response was not something he was expecting, jealousy boiling inside of him. "Oh, I'm sure you have." He said sarcastically, "and just how many? One? Two?" He leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, "just how easy are you?"

"Judging by the jealousy in your voice even if my answer is one it's still probably more than you have." You smirked, looking at him. "You've kissed? And felt up? What, did you squeeze a boob and that was it? Or, did a girl actually let you see her naked?"

"How fucking dare you." He growled, moving closer to you. "You talk a lot of shit. You're just some slutty cheerleader." He snickered. "You probably go behind the bleachers and fuck every guy that gives you any form of attention."

You moved your face close to his, your breath hitting his lips. "Wrong again, baby boy. You're giving me attention right now, and I'm not pulling you towards the bleachers now, am I? Although, I'm curious... you talk a big game, able to back yourself up?" You asked, glancing down between his legs before looking back up at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, feeling your eyes on him. He readjusted his t-shirt, trying to pull it down to hide himself. He stood in front of you, trying to think of a reply to your previous response. "Stop looking at my dick. God, is that all you think about when you look at me?" He snapped, looking at you.

"It's pretty hard not to look at it." You replied, knowing that you have won this fight.

"Shut up." He yelled back, "stop looking at me like that!" He said, his voice breaking slightly as he said it.

"Aw, what's wrong? Has a girl never looked at you like this before?" You asked, batting your eyelashes. "Really, you should take it as a compliment." You added, running your hands up his chest.

He shook his head, his eyes staring at your hands as they move up and down his chest. "Get off of me," he whispered, his breathing catching in his throat.

"I can get you off instead," you winked, moving your face closer to his. Your lips ghosted over his, your breath hitting his lips. "Or, do you not want that?"

He stood there, frozen, staring at you. Your hands on his chest, your lips almost touching his. He wanted it and he wanted you. He moved to look back at your face, his dark, lust filled eyes meeting yours. He leaned in closer, trying to touch his lips to yours.

"Admit I won," you said, looking into his eyes. "Admit I won, admit you want me and, admit you're a dick."

"Yes," he whispered, looking at the ground.

You grabbed his face gently, placing your hand under his chin to move his face to look you in the eyes. "Say it."

"Y-you're better than me." He admitted, looking at you. He released his grip on the wall next to you and stood in front of you, you released your grip from his chin and he leaned in closer.

"That's not what I said. I never said you were better than me, just that I won this round."

"Just, shut up and kiss me." Gareth mumbled, looking at you. "Please, just.. shut up and kiss me, now." He pleaded, looking at you.

"Talk a big game, but need to beg for what you want, huh?" You smirked, leaning closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed the gap, kissing his lips roughly.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands immediately going to your hips, squeezing them tightly. He stepped closer to you, pinning your body to the brick wall with his, shamelessly grinding up against you.

You moaned softly, licking his bottom lip with your tongue, wanting entrance into his mouth. He opened his mouth, allowing you the entrance as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. After a while, he finally gave up, letting you take the lead of the intense kiss.

Your hands made their way up to the base of his neck, playing with his curls gently. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at you. "Fuck," he mumbled. He looked around quickly, scanning his surroundings.

"What? Afraid someone's going to see you with a cheerleader?" You teased, kissing his lips again. He pulled away and shook his head.

"No," he mumbled, catching his breath. "I want to fuck you but I can't really do that in public," he corrected you, looking at you.

"Hm," you said, thinking for a second. "There's an old cheer closet we can go to; that's basically what the cheerleaders use it for now, to hookup with boys we find hot," you mumbled, leaning closer to him.

"You find me hot?" Gareth asked, getting a little red in the face.

"Yeah, but don't let it go to your head. I'm a dumb cheerleader, remember? It doesn't matter what I think," you replied, leaving kisses up and down his neck. He groaned, tightening his grip on your waist.

"Cheer closet. Now." He growled, releasing his grip on your waist.

You smirked, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you walked back into the school, with Gareth trailing behind you at a short distance. He didn't want to let everyone else know he was going to fuck you in a closet, but, the thought of that did sound amazing to him.

You went down the hall to a section of the school that's a bunch of supply closets for sports, looking around again to make sure no one was actively using the closet. You opened the door and looked at him, motioning for him to go inside. He walked past you, smacking your ass with his right hand before he walked inside, waiting for you.

You jumped when his hand met your ass, looking at him with a darkened look. You slid a scrunchie off your wrist onto the door handle to let any other cheerleaders know that someone was... using the closet before you walked after him, locking the door from the inside.

"You girls seriously have a closet to hookup in?" Gareth asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall. You shrugged, setting your bag down on the floor.

"Hello, we're whores," you said, looking at him.

"Are you actually though?" He asked softly, looking you up and down.

"I pulled you into here, didn't I?" You asked, stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and connected your lips to his again. He wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand moving down to your ass. He squeezed your left ass cheek roughly, shoving his tongue in your mouth again, this time winning in dominance.

He pulled you closer, grinding against you before he pulled away from the kiss. "You pulled me in here willingly," he said softly, looking at you. "Why?" He asked, pushing a strand of your curled hair behind your ear.

You shrugged, looking up at him. "I think you're reading too much into this," you sighed, running your hands down his chest and stopping at his belt. "If you fucking read into stuff this much in English class we would be able to get an easy A," you mumbled, undoing his belt.

He bit his lip and watched you finesse his belt and jeans before you pulled them down gently, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

"Hey, I do my work," he argued, watching you as you pulled his pants down around his ankles. "And, I'm actually a straight B student, thank you very much." He added.

"Save it," you mumbled, tugging his boxers down. His erection sprang free, and you looked up at him, smirking a little. "So, you can back up your big talk, huh?" You asked, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock gently. You squeezed it gently before you pumped it a couple of times, looking up at him.

"Fuck," Gareth groaned, throwing his head back against the wall of the closet gently as you worked on his cock. "Shit, maybe you are a whore," he said, groaning again as you licked a thin strip up his cock.

"So I've been told," you shrugged, licking the tip of his cock before you wrapped your lips around it, bobbing your head slightly.

He moaned, moving his dominant hand to the back of your head, collecting some of your curled hair in a fist before he pushed your head down more, causing you to gag on his cock. He moaned louder, looking down at you as you bobbed your head, working his cock in and out of your mouth.

"Such a pretty whore," he grunted, moving your head more with his hand. "Taking my cock like a good little girl and choking on it for me? Such a good girl," he said, making eye contact with you. You moaned around his cock, his words adding to the pooling heat in your panties. He grunted a small laugh, looking at you as he kept moving your head for you. "You like that, huh?" He asked, "you like it when I call you a good girl?" You moaned again, your eyes rolling back in your head slightly as he continued to fuck your face.

You kept bobbing your head, moving your hands to his thighs gently to help stable yourself. You gagged on his cock again, groaning around him. The vibrations from your mouth made his moan, throwing his head back again.

"Fuck, you're good with your mouth. You can tell someone off with it and you're so good at using it on a cock," he groaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he added, thrusting into your mouth again.

You moaned around him again, looking up at him. His eyes were closed tightly and his eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip roughly. His curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, small beads of sweat running down his temples slightly.

Seeing him like this, come undone because of your mouth, made you whine around his cock. Seeing him turn into a puddle because of your mouth, it made more and more heat pool to your panties. You moaned again, digging your nails into his thighs as you bobbed your head. He made one last thrust into your mouth and groaned, his body spasming slightly as he came into your mouth. The hot, white liquid spilling into your mouth and onto your tongue.

You swallowed it all, pulling away from his cock as you licked it clean, looking up at him with a wink. He sighed, looking down at you as he released his grip on your hair gently. "Fuck," he breathed, looking at you. He helped you to your feet gently, kissing you roughly, groaning when he tasted himself on you. "Bend over," he growled. "Turn around and bend over. I need to see if you can take this cock in your pretty little pussy as well as you can take it in your mouth."

You moaned, facing away from him before you bent over, pushing your clothed core against his already re-hardened cock. He groaned, moving your panties to the side slightly, rubbing his fingers up and down your slicked folds gently.

"Jesus, you're so fucking wet," he mused, pushing two fingers into you gently.

You whined, biting your lip as you moved back towards him more. "Yeah, because of you," you groaned, closing your eyes at the feeling. "You're such an arrogant fucking dick, but somehow, you make me so wet beyond belief." You added, choking out a loud moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of you gently.

"Perfect, that's just the way I like it," he smirked, removing his fingers from your core. He repositioned his cock at your core and pushed into you slowly, groaning as he felt your warmth engulf him. His hands found your hips as he pulled out of you, only to thrust back into you roughly. You moaned, jumping slightly.

"Fuck, Gareth," you groaned, biting your lip as he kept thrusting in and out of you roughly. "God, fuck, you're such a fucking dick," you said, tears brimming your eyes gently as he thrusted. "You've only ever been a dick to me because I'm a cheerleader. You're so caught up on stereotypes and really you're just—a fucking asshole." You babbled on, moaning and groaning as slammed in and out of you.

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled, groaning as he thrusted more. "I'm a dick. I'm an ass. I'm the worst person to walk the planet. I'm a freak. I'm a loser. I get it," he sighed, tightening his grip on your hips so hard it would definitely leave bruises.

"What did I ever do to you?" You choked out, looking back at him with teary eye. He looked up at you, seeing your face as he paused his thrusts, staying buried deep inside you.

"Honestly? Nothing," he replied, feeling guilty and stupid. He leaned over your back, moving his face closer to you. "You just, I guess I was just... jealous of you. And your friends. And the life I, well, the life I thought you had," he added. "I'm sorry, okay? Really, I truly am." He said, looking at you. "And, I know that that doesn't really help, I understand I was a complete dick to you. And I probably ruined your high school career. And that I probably messed up every opportunity I could have possibly had to be with you." He rambled on, looking into your eyes with deep regret and sorrow. "But I'm so fucking sorry; you didn't deserve anything I did to you. You're so beautiful; you have the prettiest smile I think I've ever seen, your eyes are this ridiculously awesome color that I can't even describe, your body is fucking amazing. You're literally.. the prettiest girl I've ever met."

You sniffled a little, listening to his words. You looked down and gently pulled away from him, instantly feeling the loss of him not inside you. He sighed, releasing his grip on your hips. "I really fucked up, didn't I?" He asked, watching you stand up.

You turned to face him and walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck gently. "Do you mean that?" You asked, looking at him. "Like, all of that? Do you mean every word you just said?" He nodded, resting his hands on your waist.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Just, promise you mean it and that you'll change?" You asked softly, kissing his lips gently. He sighed, kissing you back. He picked you up gently, resting his hands under your thighs. He pushed up against the wall as he slid back into you gently.

"I promise," he grunted, resting his forehead against yours as he thrusted slow and deep inside of you. Your arms moved his biceps, helping to support yourself.

"Then, I forgive you," you moaned, looking at him. He smiled a little, kissing your lips sweetly as he continued to thrust slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck," you moaned again, resting your head against the wall behind you. "Look, I really hate to break up this whole lovey-dovey, apology, soft and sweet session we had going on, but, I'm really about to cum," you groaned, sighing as you felt the familiar feeling pool up in your lower stomach.

He smiled, leaving soft kisses on your neck. "Then cum for me, beautiful," he mumbled against your neck, picking up the pace of his thrusts slightly. He hit your sweet spot on a deep thrust and you moaned loudly, clenching around him before you released around him, breathing deeply.

"Fuck, Gare," you whined, digging your nails into his biceps. He groaned and thrusted a couple more times before he released inside of you, riding out his high with a few good thrusts.

He sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he held you up against the wall, cock still buried inside of you, twitching slightly.

"You really forgive me?" He asked, looking at you with soft eyes. You looked back at him and smiled a little, pushing his messy curls out of his face.

"If you'll always fuck me like this? Hell yeah," you teased, kissing his lips softly.

"No, I mean it," he asked, pulling away from the kiss gently.

You looked at him, resting your forehead against his. "Let's just get through this English project, please. I need to graduate," you said softly, looking at him. "Maybe it's best we just, put everything behind us and start over," you suggested.

"I think I'm up for that," he said softly, kissing your lips again.

"You're still kind of a dick, though," you mumbled against his lips. He smirked against your lips, sighing.

"Take it or leave it, baby," he mumbled. "You're still kind of a bitch."

"Hm, take it or leave it," you mumbled back, kissing his lips with a small smile on your face.

[fuctacles]

Henderson's-brother-centered misadventures continue [Part IV]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

Eddie screamed. Then, he screamed some more. Then, he got hit with a teddy bear, which bounced off into the floor, barely disturbing his mane of hair.

“You get a drop of spit on my pillow, and you’re washing all my sheets!”

He groaned, like a wounded animal. If animals could be wounded by their best friend’s disloyalty.

“No, dude! You can scream into your own fucking pillow! We can jam if you need, smoke or steal a beer, hell, I can even listen to you. But don’t just come here to stink my room with-” Gareth made a flapping motion in Eddie’s general direction. “Whatever this is.”

Eddie groaned louder before finally rolling onto his back.

“I fucking hate him.”

“I was hoping you’d choose jamming,” Gareth sighed. He threw his leg over his chair and leaned on the back of it. “You mean Big Bro Henderson?”

“Who else?” Eddie threw his hands up into the ceiling. His friend barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. “He’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met!”

“Good thing you can’t meet yourself, then.”

Eddie glared at him, but from this angle, it gave him a double chin which severely decreased the look’s efficiency.

“You calling me annoying?”

“Yes.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘lively’. Or ‘charismatic’! Or, or, ‘non-conforming’!”

“No, I’m pretty sure ‘annoying’ is the word. Also, ‘dramatic’.”

Eddie glared again, but since his position has not changed so hasn’t its lack of impact.

“How dare you,” he seethed. Gareth completely ignored it.

“So, what did he do this time? Give you more cookies?”

“No!” He had regretted the decision to tell him about it as soon as it left his mouth, but it was out there now. Well, the price of the blackmail material was listening to it first. “He just…” Eddie trailed off, realizing what he was about to say. ‘He let me sit in his lap for the whole length of Karate Kid’ was so much harder to explain than ‘he gave me an extra cookie for my good work.’ He scrambled to find a better approach. 

“So he’s like a therapy dog,” he started, because painting the scene is important.

“What.”

Wrong approach.

“Okay, so I’ve found out he has some issues, something to do with the Starcourt fire, I think? You know nothing of it, by the way, I probably shouldn't know about it. Henderson, well, the little one, just has a big mouth.”

“And so do you. By telling me,” his friend pointed out.

“Emerson, this isn’t about you,” Eddie scolded him. “So he needs extra physical contact or something. And he might have um…” Wrong turn again. “Engaged me in it?”

“Ok, hold on,” Gareth dropped his forehead on the edge of the chair’s back and rubbed his temples. “What do you mean by that? Because I know it’s not as weird as you make it sound.”

Eddie crossed his arms, which looked extra stupid in his horizontal position. He tapped his socked foot against the mattress.

“We were watching Karate Kid, and the couch wasn’t big enough for four people. Nobody else wanted to sit in his lap and I thought it would be, you know, funny, to offer. And he just said ‘okay’, and did it!” His arms flew up into the air again.

Gareth lifted his head.

“So you sat in his lap.”

“He put me in his lap.”

“Dude, you throw your legs all over me when we watch a movie!”

“Yeah, but that’s different!”

“How?”

“Because we’re friends! We play together and shit!”

Gareth scrunched his nose because while he knew of the wisdom his friend possessed (very selective and rarely occurring in the daylight), admitting him right was painful because the cockiness he possessed was probably far greater.

“Well, maybe he’s giving you signs he wants to be friends?”

Eddie snorted.

"No way. Not possible. No."

"And why is that?" Gareth raised an eyebrow at the adamant negation.

"I'm his younger brother's friend-"

"Who's his age."

"-And we like different things. I'm a freak, I like metal and D&D!"

"So does Dustin, and they get along well."

"They are brothers!" 

"Well, I actually hate my sister, it’s not a rule."

Eddie groaned.

"I don't know," he ended up saying, just to voice his internal frustration. At least he was facing the ceiling now and not Gareth's pillow.

He hummed, considering his friend, trying to understand his problem, to even locate it.

"Okay, so you don't like that he's nice?"

"Yes."

"... You want him to be mean?"

"... Yes? Maybe?"

Gareth hit his head against the chair. 

"This whole conversation is lost on me."

When he looked up he met Eddie's eyes, a storm brewing behind them.

"I don't want to like him. But he makes it hard not to because he's so nice."

‘He treats me like I'm normal, like his equal’, went unspoken but Gareth could hear it anyway. It was time to end the questions for the day because getting any deeper into his friend's psyche could trap him like quicksand. 

"And then I go to apologize and end up talking about BDSM of all things!"

"Nope!" Gareth straightened up and hopped out of his chair. "We're going to the garage, so I can't hear you over the drums."

"What a best friend you are," Eddie grumbled but rolled off the bed regardless. He was secretly glad for an excuse to stop talking about Henderson because he started getting lost in his thoughts and feelings himself.

The next time he sees Steve, he doesn’t make it any easier. They see each other only in passing, and the older brother doesn’t give him more than a weak smile and a "Hi, Eddie. Dustin's upstairs," before leaving.

Eddie walks up to his friend's room thoroughly confused. 

"What was that about?" he asks instead of a greeting. He never greets his friends properly these days, but there are more important things like ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s.

"What was what about?"

"Steve," Eddie frowns like it explains everything. And apparently, it does.

"I think he's still upset after last time."

Eddie blinks.

"I said I was sorry!"

Dustin rolls his eyes.

"Sorry doesn't solve everything. It's like a," he snaps his fingers looking for a good comparison. "Like one of the spell components. It's not gonna work without all of them."

Guess he is casting Charm Person after all.

"Okay, but like. What are the other components?"

Dustin just shrugs.

"Hell if I know."

Eddie was burdened with the most unhelpful friends. 

"What do you do when you upset him?"

Dustin's first instinct is to protest, probably point out what a great little brother he is, but one stern look from Eddie makes him shut his mouth and reconsider his words.

"Well, if I made him upset, I'd help him with dinner, make him coffee or tea, pick a movie I know he'd like. Help out with chores, mostly. He does too much by himself." The frown on his face is deep like the mystery of Steve's adoption and Eddie mirrors it.

"This sounds all great when you're brothers, but I'm not a Henderson, how am I supposed to pull that off?

"You helped with dinner once, you could do it again," 

Eddie sighs, long and suffering.

"I guess…"

"Great! Steve has left to get groceries and is making dinner later, I'm sure he'll appreciate the help!" He grins, knowing full well he just backed his friend into a corner.

Eddie sputters when he realizes that. 

“What? Today?”

“No better time than the present.” Dustin shrugs smugly, like it was a universal law they can’t help but follow.

Eddie bristles, because, yeah, true, but…

“I'm not mentally prepared," he complains. 

"For what?" Dustin raises his brows in this annoying way of his. "Cooking?"

"You ate my mac and cheese, you understand the severity of the situation!" he yells, accusingly pointing a finger at him.

"Ate is a big word, I spat it out. And calling it mac and cheese is also a big word."

"Exactly!" Usually Eddie didn't like his abilities slandered like that but on the rare occasion when it served his purpose… 

"Steve's first casserole was also inedible," Dustin shrugs and Eddie tries to picture Mr. Perfect Housewife fucking up a dish. "You have about an hour to mentally prepare before he's back though. You can spend it finishing your readings."

Ah, right. The mundane purpose of his visit was schoolwork.

Eddie groans. He can only hope the tragic stories of holocaust victims will set him in the right mind for cooking with Steve.

They don’t. He's heavily unprepared for the confrontation when they're running down the stairs to help with the bags. 

When Steve's instructing them which things he needs and which can be put away, Dustin elbows his friend in the ribs, hard. He hisses in pain, attracting Steve's attention.

"You staying for dinner?" he asks before Eddie can say anything. 

"Uh, if I can help with it, then yeah," he says, feeling Dustin’s annoying beady eyes on himself.

Steve frowns at him.

"You don't have to do that, I’ve told you before."

"Yeah, but I'm done with my work for today," Eddie adds under the menacing gaze. "And my cooking skills need some guidance. Wayne is too old to stomach my food, he can't risk another food poisoning,” he babbles, earning himself a snort from Steve. 

“Okay, if it's that bad,” he agrees finally,  the smile Eddie has gotten used to once again on his face. "But you'll be under strict supervision."

"Of course!"

"Okay, you already got yourself a kitchen slave, so I can go finish my work," Dustin speaks up before promptly disappearing, only the sound of his rushed retreating steps left.

"Guess we're alone then," Steve comments, giving Eddie an odd look. He thought he was used to those but Steve's were always hard to decipher. Not the exact kind he usually got.

He clears his throat to dislodge the weird feeling clogging it up.

"So, what are we cooking today?"

Steve hums, looking at the ingredients before him.

"You ever cooked soup?"

"Uh, I assume you don't mean the instant kind?"

Steve makes a disgusted face, fake gags for a good measure too.

"Soup it is then. It's getting colder, and I'm sure Wayne would appreciate it," he says, eyeing Eddie questioningly, and this one he deciphers easily.

"My uncle,” he explains. "I live with him."

To his surprise, Steve smiles warmly.

"Wanna make some extra you can heat up for him?"

"That's-" Eddie's taken aback, which doesn't happen to him often. "That would be very nice, thank you."

"It’s nothing. He should know his nephew is spending his time productively."

"I'm always productive," he mutters back a complete lie. But he's been trying, okay?

"I know," Steve says, surprising him again. "Maybe I want to get on your uncle's good side too."

Eddie doesn't ask why. Doesn't want to know. Doesn't speculate. Just leaves it be, bugging him for the time being.

"I was thinking fritters too? Since they're easy to heat up later."

Eddie nods, watching him sort through the vegetables.

"Whatever you say, chef."

Steve instructs him through the soup preparations first, explaining it needs more time to cook. 

“I hope you don’t mind veggie broth. El didn’t like chicken and we kinda got used to it. Also, it’s cheaper,” he says, watching Eddie pour water over the vegetables arranged in the pot. 

He puts the pot on the burner and looks up.

"Who's El?"

"Dustin's friend. She moved to California though," Steve answers with a frown.

"That's a bit of a drive."

"Yeah," Steve scrunches his nose, then looks back into the pot, before reaching for a box of seasoning.

"Ok, now for the fun part."

Eddie has no idea how seasoning a pot of vegetable water can be fun, but he's not about to argue. He follows instructions and marvels at the amount of weird plants that could be added to food. 

"I feel like a witch," he whispers, tossing dried herbs into his cauldron.

Steve chuckles.

"You kinda look like one."

Eddie side-eyes him from his position over the pot.

"I hope that's a compliment."

"Oh, it is," Steve says in a weird voice and Eddie is too afraid to look at him. He flips through the seasoning packets instead, reading unfamiliar names.

"Okay, so this needs a couple of hours to cook, you'll know when it starts getting together from the smell. Then we'll blanche the onions and garlic, add the tomatoes, blend it all, and it's done. Now we can work on the fritters. Have you done them before?"

Eddie thinks about it for a moment.

"I saw my uncle make them."

"Potato ones?"

"Uh, yeah? Are there more options?" he asks, eyebrows drawn together.

"Apparently, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes. “A fritter is technically anything you can grate, slap together and fry in a pancake-ish shape."

"Huh. I've learned so much today already."

Steve laughs. 

"So, what do you want in the fritters?" he asks and Eddie is ridiculously giddy about having a choice.

"Can we put meat in them?"

"Yeah, I've made them with bacon before."

Eddie's eyes sparkle.

"Potatoes with bacon and cheese?"

"Holy shit,” Steve groans. “Claudia's gonna kill us, but it sounds so good." He ponders on it for a moment. "We could add corn to pretend there are vegetables in them."

"Ketchup is a vegetable," Eddie points out and Steve bristles. 

"We're not eating them with ketchup!" he protests. "But… we could use some of the tomatoes to make a sauce."

Eddie never thought cooking could be this fun.

"Yesss!"

"You're way more excited than I thought you'd be," Steve observes, grabbing the potatoes to wash.

"I'm a growing boy, of course I'm excited about food. Besides, we're like two alchemists; mixing up stuff to make other stuff."

Steve laughs again.

"Are those the guys who tried turning metals into gold?"

"Precisely!"

He's tasked with peeling the potatoes while Steve puts bacon in the oven. He’s  never good at it, and he huffs angrily when Steve joins him and gets through three potatoes while he peels one. What's worse, he can see him watching and his fingers twitching.

"Okay, I can see you itching to correct me. Just do it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah man, unless you have some disease I could catch, I'll be fine."

Steve winces and Eddie has a lightning-fast memory of a rumour that gays spread a deadly disease. But Steve isn't gay, probably, and it's just a rumour.

Steve is still haste when he rearranges his fingers on the peeler and takes his hand away like touching him burns.

Eddie frowns. Well, that's not gonna cut it.

"Like this?" he asks, making a motion he knows is wrong.

"No, like-" Steve reaches out and hesitates. 

"I don't have cooties, come on."

Steve presses his lips together and wraps his hand around his. He has to move closer too, crowding Eddie's side. 

"Like this," he says, whispers really, pushing his hand in the right motion.

This suddenly feels more obscene than it is, but Eddie’s half tempted to push it further.

"Your hands are weirdly soft. Do you steal Robin's hand cream?" he asks instead.

Steve huffs at the backhanded compliment and retraces his soft, big hands.

"No, I have my own."

"Hmm." Eddie cocks his head, looking him up and down. "Should have guessed."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Steve asks with a frown, but he can tell the anger is played up. 

"Nothing," Eddie shrugs. "You just look like someone taking care of himself." 

Steve keeps looking at him like he is not sure if he should be offended or not so Eddie helps him out by rolling his eyes. 

“Don't worry, I judge you more for your music than your hygiene.”

“Of course,” Steve huffs. “You wouldn't know much about hygiene anyway, would you?” he teases with a smirk.

Eddie gasps.

“Are you implying trailer trash don't clean themselves?” he asks, eyes wide and offended. 

“What? No!” The smile vanishes instantly from his face. “Of course not!” Steve scrambles to defend himself. But then, he cocks his hip and crosses his arms.

“You know what? No. I stand by it. Your hair needs proper care, not whatever 3 in 1 you treat it with,” he says. 

“5 in 1,” Eddie corrects him smugly. 

“Five?”

“Hair, body, face, beard and ass,” he lists on his fingers, earning himself a look of disgust from Steve. 

“For that alone, you’re washing your hands again.”

Eddie knows he doesn't have to, but complies anyway. Whatever makes the big Henderson happy. And consecutively, the little Henderson. And somehow, Eddie himself.

By the time the sun starts setting, he’s gained some valuable culinary knowledge, including the fact that as a cook, he gets to taste the dishes all the time. His growing boy tummy is satiated with a stolen strip of bacon and one of the test fritters he’s munching on, when they hear the door unlock.

“I’m home!” a woman’s voice calls out. Eddie freezes.

“We’re just finishing dinner!” Steve calls back while the man next to him shrinks on himself, looking up at him and wondering why he isn’t being pushed into a closet like a secret paramour. 

“Your mom is here?!” he seethes through his teeth, eyes jumping from Steve to the door. 

“Well, yeah?” Steve raises an eyebrow. “She lives here?” 

“But why am I here?!”

Was Steve this stupid or did he not grasp the severity of the situation?

“You’re cooking? Staying for dinner? Studying? The fuck do you mean man?” he answers, more or less matching his volume.

“Mothers hate me!” Eddie reminds him helpfully, making Steve only roll his eyes with a huff.

“Claudia likes you.”

“She never saw me,” he reminds him. Because as soon as any of the suburban moms caught a whiff of his metal vest, his dark clothes and long hair, he felt disgusted eyes on his back. 

And when the Satanist drug dealer rumours reach them? Things only get worse. 

“Dude-”

“Oh, hi boys!” A tired-looking blond woman enters the kitchen. Her smile doesn’t waver despite Eddie’s presence, meaning she must have seen some shit in her life. “You didn’t tell me we’ll have a guest today.”

Steve steps in before he can put his foot in his mouth, laying his big warm hand on his shoulder. 

“Eddie finished his work early and wanted to help in the kitchen. Hope that’s alright.”

At the mere thought it wouldn’t be, Eddie’s stomach twisted. 

“Of course! The more, the merrier!” Claudia smiled, still seemingly genuine, before stepping closer and extending her hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, Eddie. I’ve heard a lot about you from my boys.”

Steve’s hand is still on him squeezing minutely to remind him to shake Claudia’s hand.

“Likewise.” He smiles to his best ability, unable to remember the last time he was friendly with someone's parents. Except Gareth's, maybe.

“What did boys make?” she asks, sniffing the air and trying to peek over his shoulder.

“Tomato soup, like you asked, and some fritters.”

“With veggies, I hope?” She squints at her oldest (newest?) son.

“There’s corn in them, and we made a tomato sauce.” He smiled brightly and Eddie could tell he was happy to play the good kid role. 

“Good. I’m gonna change and get back to you,” she says before disappearing upstairs, probably to harass the younger Henderson now. 

“Why was she so nice?” Eddie muses, half to Steve, half to himself, half to the universe in general. Wait, that's three halves. Well, he didn’t fail school because of his great math skills.

“She's always nice.” Steve steps away to work on the next batch of fritters.

“Not to me! Mothers hate me! I bet she’s just pretending but as soon as I disappear, you're gonna hear all about it!”

“Hey!” Steve turns back towards him, frowning. And uh-oh, he upset him again. On his reverse-upset mission. “Claudia’s not some uptight bitch like that. She likes all our friends and you're not an exception. Just because you dress differently isn’t gonna ban you from the house or get us in trouble.” He knocks him on the head for good measure. “You’re safe here.”

“Okay,” Eddie simply says, taken aback. Being welcomed somewhere was a feeling he still had to process.

“We're safe here,” was a soft addition he almost missed over his own loud thoughts but made him even more curious about Steve himself. 

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did you post literally today? yes. am I about to request again? of course. it's like a drug (I read the last fanfic 3 times today, yes it was that good)

so, other way around now! what about reader being jealous of Gareth? the setting can still be the Hideout and someone is getting too touchy with him, reader knows Gareth wouldn't cheat but their insecurities get the best of them. (I think Gareth would be cocky about it after the situation had settled, him being sooo tease-y and flattered). if it's too specific you can change it a bit of course.

(I'm just gonna add that I reread your fics for comfort when I'm sad<33)

babe magnet

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 886

warnings: swearing, mentions of inebriation, reader gets insecure about looks/worth, gareth being a flirty shit, fluff

a/n: hi my sweet!!! thank you for requesting. also—i’m not letting this go—you read my stuff repeatedly? 🥺 please stop i’m going to cry!! you have no idea how much it means hearing that you enjoy my writings that much and that they bring you comfort when you’re upset. i love you so so much. also it’s kinda short but i hope it’s what you wanted and that this is okay!! <333 (also his face at the end of this gif?? gareth the grump?? yeah, i think so.)

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“You’re so handsome, you know that?”

Gareth doesn’t even know this girl’s name. She’s a groupie, obviously, but he can’t even fathom that they have groupies, so he’s not entirely sure what to do about this.

She’s hammered, clearly, and tried to feel up Jeff before he made a break for it.

Gareth focuses on packing his things up, because she’s sat down now, so he doesn’t have to worry about her groping or anything.

“Uh, thank you?”

He just wants to go home. His shoulders hurt, and his ass is sore. He just wants to see you.

But he doesn’t want to be mean.

“I bet it gets hot up there, under those lights. Playing the drums and stuff,” the girl says, rising from the sticky leather of the couch.

Shit, he thinks.

“Yeah, it does. Listen, do you have a ride home?”

He turns around, but quickly realizes that’s a mistake, because she starts rubbing up and down his arms, across his shoulders, and locks her hands behind his neck.

Yeah, he doesn’t like this.

This, however, is the moment you make it to the back room, and to you, it looks like Gareth is spending his evening with some other woman. Someone that’s not you.

Gareth doesn’t even know you’re there. He’s focused on getting this girl somewhere safe and getting her off of him.

He gently grabs her arms and pulls them off of him, but she moves and starts rubbing his chest, so this time he grabs her hands, and a little more firmly.

“Okay, let’s get you home, yeah?”

He turns then, and sees you in the doorway. You’re frowning, but you wipe it away when he makes eye contact with you.

You can see the relief he feels at your appearance.

“Hey, holy shit. I’ll just be a second.” He lowers his voice as he gets closer to you, “she’s drunk and I’m trying to find her ride, I’ll be right back.”

And then he’s gone, off with that woman.

You take the liberty of picking up the rest of his things, zipping up his bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

You know he wouldn’t do anything. Gareth loves you. He’s made it blatantly clear that you’re it for him. That he intends on spending the rest of his life with you. That no one else can put up with his bullshit the way that you do.

But something about seeing that woman made all of those old thoughts wake up and run wild.

She was gorgeous. This beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

And you don’t look like that. So maybe, just maybe, Gareth has found someone else. Someone that looks like her. Someone better for him.

Stop. Stop, you think. You try and shut it down.

Gareth loves you. And you love him.

You’re holding the car keys when he gets back.

“Okay, I figured everything out. That girl was totally out of it,” he says, taking his bag from you, though you keep the keys, because you like to drive him after he plays—you know he’s tired.

The entire ride home, you don’t say a word, and Gareth knows something is up, so he corners you once you get inside.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He’s giving you his best puppy dog eyes, and so you do.

“I saw you with that girl, from before. She was all over you.”

You cross your arms, and he smiles. He smiles and pokes your side. “You’re jealous!”

“No, I’m—”

Gareth cuts you off with a laugh. A cackling, bend over at the waist laugh. But then he straightens.

“I’m sorry.” He kisses your cheek. “You know there’s nothing to be jealous about, right? I love you. And she was a groupie, which—wild I know—but she was drunk and feeling me up, and that was after she was all over Jeff, anyways,” he breathes, stopping his ramble.

“It was icky. And I hate that you saw it another way. But whatever it is that you’re thinking, I don’t want anyone else, okay?”

You sniff. “Okay.”

He kisses you, short and sweet.

But he pokes you in the side again. “You were jealous.”

“Stop.”

“I’m flattered, really. Apparently, I’m just a total babe magnet now. I guess it comes with all the fame. But I mean, look at me, I’m a stud.”

You try to move away from him. This has gone straight to his head.

He grabs your waist, however, picking you up and tossing you on the couch. “You don’t think I’m a stud?” He feigns offense.

“Nope.”

Gareth starts tickling you like crazy, up your sides, on your neck, your stomach, until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe and you’re pleading with him so he’ll stop.

“Fine! Fine! You’re a stud! A total babe magnet!”

He lets up, smiling brilliantly at you. “I knew you thought so. Good thing the magnet works too, or else I wouldn’t have you. The babe to my magnet.”

You push at his chest, but he only works harder to try and hug you. “Okay, no, that was horrible. That’s the last straw. Get off me!”

He doesn’t, and you don’t want him to. Not really.

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[e-munson666]

DENIM OR FLANNEL

++Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x F!Reader++

(Gareth and Eddie always promised not to let a crush come between them, they weren't usually into the same girl, but when it came to you they were both enamored. It puts a strain on their friendship when your attention is focused on one them over the other) [[Gareths POV]]

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ language. Jealous Eddie, Jealous Gareth. Lots of angst. Some fluff, pining. A/N: so excited for this!! I adore Gareth and he gets far less recognition than he deserves!

🖤xoxo

Gareth and Eddie have been friends since they were kids. Starting a a band together, and being founding members of Hellfire meant they were very close. They rarely argued outside of silly things like corroded coffins new logo, or what night they were gonna play DnD.

During Gareths freshman year, Eddie and his friendship was almost ruined over a girl they were both crushing hard on, constantly arguing about who "deserved" to ask her out. She had overheard one day and publicly ridiculed them in the halls, calling them *freaks*. From that day on they vowed "bros before hoes" and it worked out great, considering neither of them crushed on the same person (at the same time) for years after that.

*

This year was Gareths junior year, and Eddies 3d try at graduating, and their pact was still solid. Until the second week of school when they both caught sight of you for the first time since the last school year ended. You had come back to school later than the others, due to traveling abroad for culinary internship, prepping you for college next fall.

You had changed so much since they had last saw you, fashion sense a stark contrast to the simple jeans and sweaters you used to hide under. Now you were sauntering around in these delicate little outfits, skirts short, cardigans soft, hair always perfect.

They were both gaping at you as you made your way across the cafeteria, catching each others eyes as you walked by their table. They stared at each other for a tense moment, knowing right then and there, the pact was fucked.

You happily waved and acknowledged the older boys at the Hellfire table before making your way to your table, right across from theirs. You went to take your seat, back facing them, and Gareth caught sight of your cotton panties as you sat down. He noticed Eddie shift in his seat, confirming he had also seen. God, were they fucked.

*

After school Gareth was walking to his locker when he sees you and haults, you were opening the locker right next to his, organizing the inside. Gareth hurries himself over and clears his throat before speaking, "Hey Y/N" He utters, voice breaking from his nervousness.

You turn and face him, eyes sweet, lips curling into a smile as you look at him. "Oh my God! Hi Gareth" you squeak excitedly, wrapping your arm around him. His body stiffens as the smell of your expensive lavender perfume wafts into his nostrils. "Its so good to see you" you continue, breaking the hug after a few moments.

You notice Gareths face is flushed and red, and you can't help but blush back at him. He'd gotten taller over the summer, he was towering over you now. And his hair.... his hair was longer and fluffier, framing over his face..... he looked......so handsome. "Walk me to my car?" You ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. "Yah, of course" Gareth replies, taking your bag from you before draping his free arm over your shoulder. You giggled as Gareth led you out of the school, into the parking lot, watching eyes glue themselves to the two of you.

One of those pairs of eyes belongs to Eddie, and he was seething where he stood as Gareth walked by him, draped around you. He was furious, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists so tight they were tingling. Gareth saw Eddie, all worked up by his van as Gareth led you towards the far side of the lot.

Feeling cocky, and in the moment, Gareth offered Eddie his middle finger, floating above the back of your head before he gripped onto your shoulder again, pulling you closer to him. You giggled loudly and it sent butterflies through Gareths body.

He opened your car door for you, earning him a kiss on the cheek, before you thanked him and got inside. Gareth was giddy, almost skipping his way to his own vehicle, when he looked up he noticed Eddie, arms crossed, leaning against Gareths van. The closer Gareth got the more clearly he could see the annoyance in Eddies face. He stopped a few feet from Eddie, confused, and a little scared.

"Whats up man?" Gareth asked, after a minute of two of awkward silence.

"We need to talk about our pact, Emerson."

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Pt 2? Please comment!

[nobooo4]

Gareth Emerson x Reader

fluff (might be more parts later)

warnings: language, adult flirting with minor, alcohol

i love him so much what is wrong with me i’m obsessed

It was a shitty situation at first. you thought that having to ben the ride homegrown the Hideout for your older brother, Clayton would suck.

You thought that you’d be stuck in the car the whole time. Waiting for a more mellow version of your tightly wound brother to stumble out.

But he invited you to come in.

“What? Why? You do realize I’m only seventeen right?”

He scoffed and waved his hand in a care-free way.

“Surely they won’t care. Just don’t get any alcohol. They’ll never know. Besides, the band tonight is a bunch of kids from your school.”

The only people in your school that you knew were in a band were Eddie Munson’s crowd.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was them. You had a few classes with their drummer, Gareth.

He always kept to himself in class. However, if it had anything to do with Jason Carver or his goons, he would scoff, roll his eyes, or quietly comment something only loud enough for the person next to him to hear.

You sat next to him in two of the three classes you shared.

He was always without a pencil, and you’ve learned by now to bring an extra for him at the beginning of each week.

He tried to return a pencil exactly one time. It was about half of the size it was when you gave it to him, and covered in bite marks.

You told him he could keep it, and he smiled and thanked you.

You weren’t but afraid to admit (to yourself) that you thought he was kinda cute. Or maybe he was super cute.

Maybe this trip to the Hideout wouldn’t be so bad if he was there.

“Alright fine, I’ll come in.”

Clayton smiled and nodded, hopping out of the car and striding to the door.

You took the keys out of the car and followed him.

He opened the door for you and you walked inside.

Immediately met with the smell of beer and cigarettes.

You first noticed the warm glow of the yellow light above the bar.

Then, the stage.

It was only elevated about a foot higher than the rest of the floor. The light hung above the stage were dim and slowly turning different colors.

You couldn’t make out who was on the stage at the time, but there was a few people shuffling around and setting stuff up.

There were about six middle-aged men in the lounge. Their drinks already half-empty.

Clayton headed over to the bar and perched on a barstool.

He then looked at you and patted the one they to him.

You raised a weary eyebrow at him, but sat down where he requested.

He order a tall beer and got you a sweet tea to ‘start off the night’.

The bartender got you your drinks and Clayton spun around to face the stage.

You slowly did the same, more careful not to spill your drink.

“So why did you want me to come in here so badly?”

Clayton smirked and shrugged.

“I just didn’t feel like drinking alone tonight. Plus, we haven’t spent quality time together in so long.”

He smiled at you innocently.

Obviously, he was planning something.

“Why are you being so weird? Quality time? In a bar?”

He shrugged.

“It’s just one of my favorite places. We’ll go to your favorite place next.”

“Do you mean tonight or next time you want ‘quality time’ together?”

You used quotation marks to the fact that you weren’t falling for his bullshit.

“Depends on how it goes here.”

He took a swig after speaking.

What was he on about?

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your tea, which had a little too much lemon in it.

You grabbed a sugar packet and tore it open, pouring it into your glass and stirring it with your straw.

As you sipped on your drink, the colorful lights above the stage faded out to black.

The lights above the bar flicked off, startling you a bit.

Then the stage lights flicked on quickly at the same time that a chord was strung.

There was a little fog from a fog machine rolling off the stage.

Eddie Munson was in the middle, a cocky smirk painted on his features.

He continued playing and eventually the rest of the band started.

You barely even noticed but what song they started playing, though.

You were busy noticing the drummer.

Gareth was incredibly enthusiastic when playing the drums.

You’d never seen him play before, but now you could imagine this isn’t how he always played. All or nothing.

His fluffy hair was bouncing everywhere and his hands were going as fast as they could.

You couldn’t help but think how hot it’s was.

You had always sort of had a thing for bands, specifically drummers or bass players.

But this, was almost too much.

You knew that you liked Gareth, and you knew that he played the drums.

However, seeing it happen is a lot more exciting then imagining it.

You were brought back to the real world when Clayton tapped on your shoulder.

“You seem amazed. I thought they were good, but not like, jaw-dropping drooling at the mouth good.”

You hit him in the arm.

“I am not drooling, you dick.”

“Ah, but your jaw has been dropped, no?”

You hit him again and he chuckled while rubbing his arm.

The two of you spent the next two hours sitting at the bar.

Clayton started getting loud after a few drinks.

You were trying different virgin drinks and watching Gareth.

It was now 11:30, and the band was playing their last song.

Clayton tapped on your shoulder and practically yelled in your ear.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom before everyone else tries to go.”

You winced a little at his voice and nodded.

He walked out the bathroom, stubbing his toe and cursing along the way.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him, then focused your attention back to the stage.

Eddie was thanking everyone for coming, even thought there was only like seven people there.

Gareth still looked like he was out of breath.

They were all sweating, and Eddie and Gareth we’re the only ones who’s didn’t look like hey wanted to go home.

Gareth was looking at everyone who was there. He had a mental checklist he was going through.

Old guy, check.

Old guy 2, check.

Dickhead Judd, check.

That one guy who always asks if he’s working hard or hardly working, check.

David, check.

Pete, check.

Y/n.

Huh? What are they doing here?

Gareth couldn’t help but smile at you and the fact that you were watching the band play at the Hideout.

Did they come here for him? Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not.

You saw that Gareth was looking at you.

And smiling.

You stared for a second and then realized you were being rude, and smiled back.

The rest of the band was packing their things up, and Gareth just stood there until Eddie smacked the side of his head and told him to help.

You laughed a little and then turned around to face the bar.

You were patiently waiting for Clayton to come back, when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned, expecting to see your brother.

You didn’t. You saw some guy that was in the lounge a moment ago.

You’re face fell serious and you furrowed you’re eyebrows.

“Hey there, darlin’. Can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head, the words you wanted to say not coming out.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that. What’s wrong?”

You swelled the nervous lump in your throat and spoke.

“I don’t know you. Sorry.”

You didn’t need to apologize, you were just trying to be polite.

“Alright then, let me fix that. My name’s Judd. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I, uh, I got to go.”

You stood up to walk towards the door, but you were stopped by a rough hand grabbing your arm.

“Come on baby, don’t be rude. I’m just bein’ friendly.”

You tried to pry his hand off of you but he only gripped tighter.

“Let go of me.”

“Now, whats got you all sour?”

Out of nowhere, Gareth appeared next to you, grabbing Judd’s wrist.

“Judd, what have you been told about touching people?”

Judd glared at Gareth.

“Mind your business, Emerson. Unless you want me to talk to your mama.”

“What are you gonna do, tell her I stopped you from trying to assault a minor?”

Judd looked at you for a second and then back to Gareth.

Gareth raised his eyebrows.

Judd let go of you and erred has his hand out of Gareth’s grip, grumbling as he walked away.

Gareth looked back at you with a worried look.

“You okay?”

He gently touched your arm where Judd had grabbed you.

You smiled at him.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem. I just thought you looked like you needed help. Not that you actually look like you need help i just mean that- well you probably didn’t need my help-“

He stopped rambling when you chuckled at him.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Sorry, I’m not making fun of you. I’m laughing with you.”

Gareth scoffed.

“I’m not laughing.”

You smiled at him and shrugged.

Clayton returned from the bathroom at that moment.

He patted Gareth’s shoulder.

”Great performance, drummer boy. My dear little sister was impressed.”

He attempted a wink at Gareth.

Gareth smiled and looked at you.

Your face felt a bit warm.

Eddie approached the group and smiled at Clayton.

“Ah yes, Clayton L/n. Good to see you, man.”

Clayton moved his hand from Gareth’s shoulder to Eddie’s and nodded at him.

“You seem to have drank quite a bit, buddy. I’ll drive you home.”

You looked at Eddie and shook your head.

“That’s okay, I’m here to take-“

Clayton cut you off.

“Alright then. Let’s go Edster.”

Before you knew it you and Gareth were protesting and plowing after after the two.

They climbed into Eddie’s van and drove off.

Gareth sighed.

“He drove me here.”

You looked over at him.

“I can take you home.”

He looked at you and smiled.

“Really? My house isn’t out of your way.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know where I live, Gareth?”

“We’ll yeah, it’s like by the trailer park and I was going to Eddie’s one time and i saw you outside walking your dog so I’m not creepy I swear I just-”

He stopped when he realize he was rambling again.

“I was just kidding dude. You don’t need to be nervous. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but Gareth seemed to like it.

Gareth laughed as the two of you got in your car.

“And what if I did?”

You raised and eyebrow at him as you started your engine.

“Did what?”

“What if I wanted you to bite me?”

You panicked for a second, but then decided he was just joking around.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He chuckled again and shook his head.

“You are something else, Y/n.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you drove out of the parking lot.

Hearing him say your name almost sounded better than the music playing on your radio, which he had turned up.

After he told you husband address, he started slightly bobbing his head and mouthing the words to a Metallica song.

You started singing it out loud and joined you.

The two of you were belting out lyrics together the rest of the way to his house.

Once you got there, you turned the radio down and looked over to to him.

“Well, I guess this is the end of tonight.”

His smile faltered when you said that.

“It’s be nice if it wasn’t, though.”

Your face was warm again.

“This wasn’t fun, Gareth. And I love being with you, but i do still have a curfew.”

After a few seconds he smiled again.

“Come pick me up at 2 tomorrow. We’ll hang out again.”

You smiled.

“Okay, I will.”

Suddenly, he leaned towards you and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

It last about three seconds, but felt like forever.

“Sorry, I’ll go now. Goodnight.”

Gareth got out and shut the door, running up to his house and hurrying inside.

You took a moment to calm yourself.

You were overcome with ecstasy.

Gareth kissed you.

You pulled out of his driveway and started planning your date for tomorrow.

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Take Me Home

18+ Gareth Emerson x Reader

Summary: every Tuesday she goes to the Hideout in hopes of Corroded Coffins Drummer taking her home

Warnings: Virgin Reader, Shy/Virgin Gareth, Cocky Eddie, Flirting, referenced/implied past gareth x eddie, mutual first times, car sex, love confessions, becoming a couple

Word Count: 3.6k

She has two thoughts: wow Gareth looks hot tonight and just cause you’re the lead singer does not mean all eyes are on you, Munson… 

He’s so full of himself. She’s so pissed, every time she moves to get a better look at their drummer, Eddie follows her path of vision. Side stepping to the left or the right, trying to stay in her sight even though it’s never worked before, flirting desperately with his eyes as he sings, so close to the mic he’s almost eating it. Is he trying to be sexy? It’s not working. 

She finally steps away from the front of the stage and heads to the side so she can get a better look at the one in the back... and Eddie can’t follow her cause he’s the lead singer. She smirks at him, letting him know she won and then turns her eyes back to her crush. 

His hair flops around as he plays, so into it it's adorable. He’s sweaty and red as he overheats under the stage lights… so handsome it makes her heart skip a beat. 

She cheers him on, which should actually be considered hootin’ and hollerin’… and all the boys notice, she’s not even paying attention to the songs she just likes the drummer. His solos and his effort, the way he breaks a stick and tosses it out to her… she thinks he’s everything and then some. Having seen this set a million times she knows exactly what Gare’s gonna do up there but it’s still so hot every time. She just wants him to notice her advances, she wants to take him home and show him just how much she really likes him… but to no avail. After every Tuesday show she heads to the bar, she turns Eddie down, and she hangs off Gareth while she flirts. Boobs touching his chest, hands on his biceps as she caresses him, she makes it so obvious for him. But he never gets it. 

Tonight she turns the dial up to 10 and decides it’s the night she’s taking him home. 

When they get off the stage and start to migrate towards the bar to recharge, she b lines for Gareth and smiles, “can I buy you a drink?”

“That’s normally my line,” Eddie turns to her.

“Can you fuck off for like 5 seconds?” She bites back at him. “Seriously, how are you so full of yourself?”

“You wish you were full of me—

“He’s delusional,” Jeff pulls him away, “sorry, sorry.”

“Does he not get that I only want you?” She asks, placing her hand on his sweaty shoulder and looking so far into his eyes he felt like she could read his thoughts. 

If she could, all she’d be hearing is: girl, pretty, pretty girl touch me. Want Me. ???? Pretty girl like me?” 

He’s basically malfunctioning on the inside while trying to keep his cool on the outside. Forgetting to reply with real words he just stutters and shrugs. And then finally, he clears his throat quickly and swallows sharply, “I uh, no one’s ever, um…”

“You’re kidding, right? You’ve gotta know I like you by now?” She’s genuinely shocked. “You’re so pretty,” she runs her fingers through his sweaty curls, not caring that it’s kinda gross, “couldn’t take my eyes off you all night.”

“Heh,” he tries to laugh but he also can’t breathe. She’s hanging off him again with her arms around his shoulders and her chest pressed to his… if he looked down he’d see her cleavage pressed up against him, he swallows sharply, “You. Pretty. You’re pretty, too,” he corrects himself quickly, embarrassed as all hell.

She moves his hair out of his eyes, her middle finger tracing just above his eyebrow and then behind his ear and the edge of his jaw where she directs his attention back to her eyes. “Two pretty people should probably fuck, don’t you think?”

“Damn,” she hears Eddie in the background. “That’s a good line, I’m taking that one.” 

She flips him off over Gareth's shoulder, shaking her head with a laugh, “so? What d’ya say?” 

He nods like an anxious bobblehead, no words left in the fear if he opened his mouth he’d drool on her. 

“Come on, then,” she delicately runs her hand down his arm until her hand is on his, interlocking their fingers as they walk, she’s practically dragging him out of the bar. He almost trips over his own feet, keeping up with her as they brush through people and head right out the door, smacked by the cold night air, she pulls him right over to her car, “my place? Your place? The backseat?”

“Looks too small,” he notices her little Volkswagen Bug doesn’t have as much room and he didn’t know what he was doing… that didn’t seem like a good mix.

“Really?” She laughs, hands on her hips as she stares at him in the amber glow of the parking lot lights. “What one’s yours?” She looks around the lot, following his finger to the old but nice van parked beside Eddie’s beat-up and gross half-green one. “You got blankets?”

“Could always use more,” he shrugs, “I’ve never gone parking before…”

“So I’m your first?” She gets closer to him, arms swung around his neck as she hangs off him once again, staring at him with wonderment. 

By the way, he turns pink and can’t look at her, she knows she’s more than just the first to fuck him in a Car in the woods… she’ll be the first to fuck him in general. 

“Really?” She softens right up. “Oh… Gare-bear, I thought you were just shy and that’s why you wouldn’t ask to take me home yet… I didn’t think it was cause you haven’t had sex at all?” She whispers. 

He shakes his head, a little ashamed, “I’m really not used to girls wanting to get with me.”

“Shameful,” she tisk’s, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth and running her fingers through his hair. “But I get it if you’re not ready, I’ll wait for you a little longer if I have to? I’ll wait forever for you, actually.”

“No, it’s okay,” he finds his voice again. “If you’re okay with it, I’d very much like to have sex with you… I just don’t know how good I’ll be?” 

“You’re a drummer,” she laughs again, “I know you’re going to be amazing.”

He smiles again, beautiful and sweet, “grab whatever you need, I’ll bring you back to your car in the morning?”

“Alright,” she loves the little boost in his confidence as she pulls away. He holds her backseat door open for her as she reaches in and grabs her purse and blankets before following Gareth to his van. 

He holds the passenger door open for her, she steps up into the seat and scoots over to the middle, putting her stuff down beside herself, he closes the door gently and runs around the van to his side. He barely gets his seatbelt on before she’s snuggled up into his side again, arm wrapped around his and her head on his shoulder. 

“Where did you want to go?” 

She shrugs, “doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you.” 

“Okay,” he can’t wipe the smile off his face as he puts the van in drive and heads out of the parking lot and down the empty street. 

He flicks on the radio, playing it low, and rolls the window down just slightly so the cold night air can keep him calm in the meantime. She plays with the hem on his shirtsleeve, the one he cut himself… and then her fingers under the sleeve, playing with the hair on his arms that was now standing straight up. He was only wearing a black muscle shirt under his distressed, red plaid shirt, so she could feel all the way up to his shoulder and then trace her fingers back down to his elbow. 

“I’m driving,” his voice is barely more than a whisper. 

When she looks up at him, he’s desperately trying to pay attention to the road while gripping the wheel like his life depended on it. She just smirks and presses her cheek into his shoulder, taking a risk, she kisses his arm carefully, “sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he carefully takes his right hand off the wheel and places it on her knee, caressing her skin with his thumb. “I’m just going to pull off over here by skull rock… then no one can disturb us.” 

“Okay,” she honestly doesn’t mind. Just being alone and this close is everything she ever wanted. 

When he turns down the dirt road, she knows they’re close to their spot. She’s always thought having sex at lovers lake would be cliche, and now it feels absolutely insanely right. He parks near the water and turns to her with a smile. 

“You still sure?” 

She nods as she pulls away from his arm, “should we get in the backseat?” 

He shakes his head and reaches out for her, placing a hand on her cheek, “can I kiss you first?” 

She dives forward, kissing him promptly. His lips are soft, he hums against her contently and then swipes his tongue against her bottom lip. She lets him in, tasting the remnants of mint gum in his mouth, he must’ve been chewing some while on stage. 

She places her hand on his chest, snaking up to his neck and then cupping the back of his head, she plays with the curls at the nape of his neck and he giggles, almost biting her tongue. “What?” She teases, “you ticklish?” 

He shakes his head, “I just can’t believe this."

“Believe it,” she whispers, staring into his eyes. His whole face is lit up blue, the whole car is actually as the moon reflects off the water and provides their only light. “Backseat time?” 

He nods, “yeah, wait here,” he whispers, getting out first and running over to her side to open her door. “Can you help me make it cozy back there?” 

She nods, taking her blankets as he rolls the back door open, she lays down a few on the floor and the bench seat at the back, making it comfy and cute and perfect for going all the way with her crush. 

She gets back there finally and takes a seat, he comes in too, closing the door behind them and sitting beside her. 

Without warning, he kisses her again. Hand back on her cheek, moving into her hair as she deepens the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue once more, it’s slow and sensual and she’s slowly trying to move up the bed and bring him with her. 

Laying back, finally, with him hovering over her while trying to keep his body from touching hers until she grips his ass over his pants and pulls him in closer.

“Wait,” he breaks the kiss, and she simply moves to kiss his neck, “do you have condoms and stuff? Cause I’m assuming you wanted this to happen or at least planned a bit?”

She smiles against him and her breath is hot against his skin, “yes, I knew I wanted to sleep with you either tonight or whenever you wanted to.”

“Oh,” he whispers, taking a simple moment to swipe her hair off her face and push it behind her ear, he runs his thumb along her bottom lip before taking her chin in his hand, “you’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

“Thank you,” she smiles, “do you know that you’re also beautiful?”

“I must be if you’re letting me, of all people, experience this with you.”

“Of all people,” she repeats his words in a mocking tone, “no one’s made me feel like this before, there’s no one other than you who’s made me feel feral just from playing on a stage.” 

“I don’t want to just fuck you,” he whispers and her mouth slowly opens in shock, his wording was so abrupt. “If we’re going to do this, I’m making love to you, and you should know I’m pretty in love with you already, but it won't hit me all the way till we’re done. And I don’t want to scare you away by feeling so much.”

“I’ve never met anyone who’s been this honest before,” she can't help but smile, running her hands up his sides on her way to cup his face. “I want nothing more than to make love with you, Gare, because I know that I want to love you, too.”

“You’re suddenly wearing too many clothes,” he teases her, unable to sit in their emotions any further, he runs his hands over her hips, playing with the hem of her shirt, “can I take this off you?” 

“You better.” 

They start stripping each other of their clothes and the world goes by in slow motion for him. He’s mesmerized by every new inch of skin that he discovers, kissing as much of her as he can in the moonlight that shines into the back of his van. She does the same with him until they’re naked and she’s sitting in his lap in the backseat.

Her fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck and it makes him smile into the kiss which makes her laugh, they’re drunk on each other's touch, everything is so amazing, they’re over the moon while technically under it. 

“Have you ever done anything sex-wise?”

He nods his head, “I uh… god, don't hate me but I’ve done some stuff with Eddie.”

She smirks, “you’re bisexual?”

He nods again, “are you okay with that?”

She shrugs, “I mean, I think I might be too… I like people who are nice to me.”

“You’re everything, you know that?” He kisses her nose, and then her cheek and down her neck as his hands explore her naked back, “have you done anything?” He mumbles against her skin.

“A little,” she’s honest, “but mostly with myself.”

He laughs, “so you at least know what you like?”

She hums, craning her neck so that he can kiss more of her as one hand comes around to play with her left boob, “have you ever wanted to try oral on a girl?” She asks, expecting him to have already done the same with Eddie before. 

He groans, hips sputtering under her at the mere thought, “yeah, I think about it a lot, actually.”

“Do you want to try it?” She’s nervous to ask, but from the way her hips push down against him, he call tell she wants him to say yes. 

He’s nervous but he wants to, “you’ve gotta lay down then, sweetheart,” he reminds her. 

He helps her onto the seat and then he gets down on his knees. Luckily there was only one row of seats at the very back so that he can stretch out a bit as he gets between her legs. Having never seen a vagina in real life, he’s mesmerized by her. He runs his fingertips along the inside of her thighs and makes her shiver, her nipples harden and her breathing changes as he leans in and kisses the crease of her leg and inner thigh. 

Of course, he knew what to do, he knew what their bodies did and how to make them react in theory, but never in practice, and now he was able to. Practice that is. “Can I be honest?” He asks before he does anything. 

She nods, “yeah?” 

“Tell me if I’m bad? I want to get better,” his voice is so low it’s barely there. “For next time… I want there to be a lot of next times.” 

“Okay,” she swoons. “Just… have fun?” 

“That’s a given,” he groans, index finger caressing her pussy lips and spreading them apart slowly. “wow…”

He plays with her clit gently, exploring her wetness, she whimpers, so turned on that she could explode. She wants more pressure, more friction, more everything. 

He remembers the three main tips from the cosmo magazine that his cousin Robin made him read once, they were bonding over their love of women when eating pussy came up, and she wasn’t about to send him into the world not knowing what the clit is so she sent him home with a magazine. The diagram was of a vagina with three words written on it, suck, kiss and lick. And apparently, that’s all you need…

He applies his findings and sure enough, she’s practically got his face in a death grip between her thighs. He transitions between the methods, making out with her pussy, he was drunk by her moans and high on her taste. 

Reaching out to grip his hair with one hand, cupping her breast with the other as she gasps, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Shh,” he whispers against her, “I read too.”

Her hips buck at the feeling, she can feel him everywhere; it’s so intense she has to shove a pillow over her face so she won’t alert anyone camping at the lake with her moans. 

She pushes herself against his tongue, and he moans against her and grinds against the floor of the van, realizing how close he is too, and that’s when he stops.

Breathlessly, she removes the pillow and looks up at him, “why’d you stop?”

“If you finished I would have too, and I really want to be in you,” he whispers, not ashamed in the slightest seeing as she wanted him just as bad.

“Okay,” she nods feverishly, reaching to her purse for a condom box she’s brought to the hideout every night since she saw him, “you know how to do this part right?”

He laughs and takes it from her, resting on his knees she watches him roll the condom over himself and return his gaze back to her, “ready?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “not yet, come kiss me first.”

The two of them maneuver their bodies onto the small bench seat until he’s hovering over her, boxing her in, his hair falls into her face and tickles her forehead as he leans in. She presses their lips together, tasting herself on his tongue and wrapping her legs around him to pull him in closer to her body. He breaks the kiss to continue kissing her neck down to her breasts, cupping them as he sucks one nipple into his mouth and makes her moan a little too loud.

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” he whispers, hovering over her once more, inches from her face as he looks down at her, “I’ve always dreamed about loving someone like you.”

“Show me,” she whispers, brushing her nose against his before reaching between them and taking his cock in her grasp.

He gasps at the feeling of her hand on him as she leads him inside, “oh my god,” he whispers as he pushes in, connecting their mouths again so they had something to muffle their moans against.

Her hands grip his back so tight he’s sure he’ll have bruises and scrapes tomorrow, but even when they fade he’ll always remember the feeling of holding her like this. Being this close to her and how much love instantly burst through his heart at the connection.

“Fuck,” she tosses her head back against the pillows the moment he starts to thrust, he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck. Her mouth opens but only air comes out as he starts to actually fuck her. 

Her breathing is heavy and he can tell she wants to make noise but she’s well versed in keeping herself quiet, it makes him smirk and it gets her attention, “what?”

“You’re cute,” he replies, his breath just as shaky as hers.

She grabs his right hand and directs his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it seductively with her eyes closed and her head still tossed back. When she finally releases it with a pop, she guides it between them, “I can’t get off on penetration only.”

“Sorry,” he whispers when he can find the words, so unbelievably turned on by her that he doesn’t know how to really think straight anymore. He simply rests his head on her shoulder, thrusting into her while rubbing her clit at the same time.

She’s so wrapped around him they’re like one person now. A weird amalgamation of limbs and love and everything the other has been looking for their whole lives. Her nails dig into his back as she tries to hold in her moans, breathing heavier and meeting his hips with each thrust.

“Oh, Y/N,” it rolls off his tongue rather easily, “fuck.”

His hips sputter and he knows he’s close before he can say anything he feels her tighten around him. She covers her mouth with her own hand and moans behind it as she starts to orgasm and he’s gone, fucking into her with more power and want than before, she’s not even trying to be quiet anymore. 

The sounds of the van rocking is loud enough for anyone walking by to hear, but it was nothing compared to the beautiful noises that slipped past her tongue as he finished.

When he stops, he drops against her chest and kisses her shoulder, breathing heavily, completely amazed that it actually happened. He’s quiet, he kisses her skin a few more times while she runs a gentle finger over his arm and shoulder. 

“Were you right?” She asks quietly but he can tell she’s smiling.

He laughs against her and slowly pulls away from the crook of her neck, still inside of her, he looks at her sweaty and lust-ridden face, “I love you.”

She pulls him into another kiss, just as hot and heavy as before until she stops to rest her forehead against his. Hands still cupping his cheeks, “I love you too, Gareth.”

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My Man | G.E

|Masterlist

Paring: Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Guns⋆ Blood⋆ heavy language⋆ Fighting⋆ A bad bitch⋆

Summary: Jason and his boys pay Garth a little visit which leads to a fight and little do they know Y/n doesn't play about her Garebear and she stays packed with the strap⋆

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"WHERE IS HE"

"I DON'T KNOW"

"WHERE IS HE"

"I SAID I DON'T KNOW"

All the yelling caused me to jump up off the couch and walk over to the window, sure enough, it was Jason and his dickhead friends, some of them were holding Greg and the others were holding Jeff back, Meanwhile, Jason was holding Gareth by his shirt and yelling in his face, Then Jason blew a punch to Gareths stomach and threw him into his drumset, I saw red after that, I walked over to the closet by the back door and grabbed the all black AK-47 and loaded it, I walked out the Garage door and nobody seemed to notice me except for, Lucas Sinclair, why's he here, Eddie is so gonna get his ass for turning on the club, his eyes went wide and he shook his no. "HEY let him go man," Jeff said trying to wiggle his way out of the grip the two jocks had on him, Jason walked over and put his knee on Gareth's back and his foot on his fingers crushing them, My babies poor fingers, he needs those to put inside- On his drum sticks, he needs those to be able to hold his drum sticks. Jason added pressure to his fingers causing Gareth to let out a pained groan, "It's gonna be hard to play those drums with a broken hand" Jason yelled, I cocked my gun back causing all attention to turn towards me, even Gareths, My poor baby boy.

"Nobodies. breaking. SHIT." I said threw gritted teeth pointing the gun at Jason, He looked scared before that stupid cocky smirk took over his face.

"Y-You're not actually gonna shoot that thing are you," one of the jocks asked, Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. "She won't shoot, look at her" all the jocks laughed, this made my blood boil "I don't miss," I said walking towards him, he backed away a little but kept his knee on Gareth's back, I looked down and he was looking up at me like I hung all the stars in the sky, I smiled and blew him a kiss, I turned and shot Jason's car causing them to yell and let go of the boys, Jeff and Greg ran behind me, Jason remand on top of Gareth even though he looked scared out of his mind, I blew the smoke from the end of my gun and turned back to Jason.

"That was just a warning shot" I smiled and walked closer to him placing the gun between his eyes, "you won't do it, you won't do it" he gulped looking at the gun, I laughed, "I suggest you get the FUCK out of here, Jason," I said letting go of the safety and cocking my gun again, "I pull this trigger and I blow your brains out" he let out a tear and put his hands up in surrender.

"I'll go- we'll go- just don't shoot, please," he said, I lowered the gun and he got off of Gareth who jumped up and stood beside me holding his hand in pain, I'll have to look at that later, My poor Garbear. Jason and his crew left and Greg shut the Garage door and Jeff started to fix Gareths Drumset, Me and Gareth walked back into the house, "Sit Here" I pointed towards the chair at the dining room table, he obeyed and sat while I got an ice pack out of the freezer and walked over to him grabbing his hand and putting the ice pack on his bruised hand. "lift you're shirt pretty boy" he listened as he lifted his HellFire shirt showing off the already forming purple and light brown bruise on his toned chest. "does it hurt?" I asked and he shook his head in response. he removed the ice pack from his hand setting it down on the table beside him. I was about to ask what he was doing but before I could get a word out I was being dragged to straddle his lap. "You have no idea how hard that stunt you pulled back there made me," he gripped my hips and pushed me down on his now noticeable bulge. as much as I wanted to take care of his hand and his bruised chest he was making me extremely wet, "Tell your friends to go home, then you meet me in the bedroom, I'll be waiting for you... Naked." I kissed his cheek and winked before making my way to his bedroom. I have never seen him move so fast in my life.

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Heart of Hellfire

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Ch 4: Somewhere in the crowd there's you.

vampire eddie, fix it fic, explict, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, established relationship.

“I said, I’d kiss a guy!” Gareth huffed, and they all just nodded along to that, their laughs finally fading off as Gareth returned to the circle, opting to sit on the floor between Jeff and Vince. 

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, leaning to rest his cheek on Steve’s shoulder. Gareth nodded, crossing his arms in a huff before taking the joint for himself. “Well here’s a question, Gareth the great. Which one of us men are you kissing, then, if you could?” Eddie teased, hoping to catch his friend in a lie and embarrass him. But, Gareth just rolled his eyes, taking a hit before pointing up to the vampire and his hunter. 

“That’s easy - Steve.” Gareth nodded, as if he’d had that answer locked and loaded, as if that question was an easy one to answer. Eddie’s jaw dropped and Steve sighed, laying back against the arm of the couch again. 

“You can’t just say that in front of Eddie, dude!” Vince warned, shoving his arm before stealing the joint. 

“What?! He asked! ” Gareth whined, ignoring the giggles from Nancy, Robin, and Jeff. 

“Hold on, why Steve ?” Eddie nudged him with the toe of his boot, brows furrowed. He was intrigued, now, because Gareth never seemed to show any kind of interest in men before- At least, not that he was aware of. 

“That’s a dumb question. You think I would have listened to all that gushing over how handsome and perfect and pretty Steve Harrington was for three years if I didn’t also think he was pretty?” Gareth explained, and Eddie was red in the face, Steve popping up from his relaxed state with a cocky grin, smiling over at Eddie. “He’s like, those celebrities you say you'd tap if you ever got the chance. But, you never actually get the chance. Except you , apparently. Which makes no sense, because he’s way out of your-” Gareth rambled, but Jeff and Vince clapped their hands over his mouth, stopping him from digging himself deeper into the pits of hell where Eddie’s stare was sending him. Apparently, drunk Gareth Emerson had no filter or remorse. 

“You gushed about me for three years ?” 

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