#gareth emerson x reader

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shamelessly reblogging bc I love whiney and needy gareth 🫣❤️

and I hope you do tooo!

The Girl Next Door

Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem Henderson!Reader

Modern AU; Best Friends to Lovers (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Best Friend Reader!, Underaged Drinking, Smut with Plot (kinda, mostly smut), Very whiney and needy Gareth, Reader has Nipple Piercings!, Very Submissive Gareth, Gareth has a Praise Kink, Accidental Confession, Smut: Making Out and Getting Handsy, Gareth makes a mess in his pants, Nipple Play, Riding Gareth, PinV, afab reader

Request: anon: I was wondering if you could write fluffy/smut with Gareth, maybe best friend to lovers. The reader is Dustin's older sister and he knows his sister’s crush, and Dustin makes it his personal mission to get The reader and Gareth together. hi! Thanks for the request! I love me some Gareth, especially best friends to lovers and this was my first time writing for a Henderson! reader so I hope you enjoy :) for some reason this turned into whiney and needy Gareth bc I craved that and like ugh, I love this man ++ huge shoutout to @keeryhours for letting me yap my way through this with you!

Synopsis: Growing up next door to the Emerson's house was cool. Pool parties in their fancy in-ground pool anytime you wanted, playing video games in their basement anytime you wanted, knocking on Gareth's window anytime you wanted (and in return, he definitely knocked on your window). It was so cool, until you developed a crush on Gareth... You swear you've kept this crush to yourself so well, but your little brother, Dustin, noticed the looks you gave his older Hellfire mentor and neighbor. Dustin thinks it's cute; he's a total sap for love and romance and he definitely wants you and Gareth to be together.

Word Count: 4.1k

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gareth: hey! you’re going to the hellfire party tonight, right?

you: gareth, it’s literally at my house

gareth: oh, duh. idk, maybe you had plans?

you: no, dustin would freak out if i didn’t show up to his little party. plus you guys are like, my only friends? lol, where else would i be on a friday night?

gareth: damn, well, need any help? i can come over early and help ya!

you: actually, yeah, we might. if you want. you free in 10 minutes?

gareth: be there asap!!

you: perfect, thanks! front door is unlocked

gareth: as if i don’t know where the spare key is, a fake rock is pretty obvious

-

You rolled your eyes at his response, smiling to yourself. Yeah, a fake rock was pretty obvious, but also not your choice. You had your mom to thank for that one.

You slid your phone in your jeans back pocket and straightened out your low-cut crop top before heading towards the kitchen. Once you arrived down the stairs, you saw your brother, Dustin, moving around the kitchen with his friend Mike.

"Are you sure your mom is okay with us like... actually drinking tonight?" Mike asked, organizing the various amounts of liquor and beer that Eddie had dropped off on the counter.

"Mike, my mom literally doesn't care. She's not like your mom," Dustin replied, placing out some snacks. "Besides, my sister will be here, and Eddie, and so many more seniors that will be responsible."

"Responsible?" You asked, walking towards the kitchen island. You took a seat and smiled at your brother and his friend. "You really think we're responsible?"

Mike looked up at you and blinked a few times, staring at your cleavage in the low-cut crop top. Dustin looked over at him and hit his arm, shaking his head. "Dude, that's my sister!" Dustin redirected his attention to you, raising an eyebrow gently. "Gareth coming tonight?" He asked, a suggestive tone in his voice.

"Yeah, he'll be here soon, why do you ask?" You replied, looking at Dustin with a confused look. "I mean, it's a Hellfire party, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah it is a Hellfire party. I just wasn't sure if he was stopping by," Dustin replied, a small smirk on his face as he turned back to what he was doing.

You gave him a look before responding, trying to read his look and understand what he was saying. "It's funny you ask that," you said, resting your arms on the counter and leaning over it a bit. "He just texted me and asked if I was coming to this party, as if it's not at my house."

"We both know Gareth isn't the sharpest tool in the drawer," Dustin replied, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet to put the chips in it.

"Hey, be nice," you warned, watching as he moved around the kitchen.

"Be nice?" Mike asked, looking back at you, seriously struggling to look at your face. "It's Gareth."

You gave Mike the same stern look you had given your brother moments before. He looked at you before he looked back at Dustin, cowering a little. "Dude, how is she so scary and hot?" Mike whispered to Dustin, looking back at you as he whispered.

"Dude, she's still my sister," Dustin groaned, shaking his head.

You raised an eyebrow, watching Dustin and Mike before you heard the front door open. You turned in your chair and smiled as Gareth walked into the kitchen, smiling at you.

"Hey," Gareth smiled, moving to stand next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and looked up at Dustin and Mike, smiling at them both. "Mike, Dustin. Do you guys need any help?" He asked, stepping closer to you, his hand rubbing against the exposed skin of your shoulder gently.

"Hey, Gareth," Mike said, looking at you and Gareth.

Dustin also looked up at you and Gareth, immediately noticing his hand placement. And the fact that you leaned into Gareth's touch instinctively and immediately. He redirected his attention to Gareth and shook his head, that same small smirk still on his face.

"No, I think we're good," Dustin nodded, placing the bowl of chips on the counter in front of you. "Besides, I think the others should be here soon," he added, placing out some more snacks.

"Hm, okay, if you say so," Gareth hummed, grabbing a chip from the bowl to munch on with his free hand. He popped it in his mouth and looked at you, smiling softly. "You want a drink?" He asked, looking back at the counter full of beer, liquor and mixers. "Because I need one," he said, walking towards the counter where Mike stood.

"Already?" You giggled, watching him move toward the alcohol. "You just got here," you added, standing up and walking towards him.

"Yeah, well, lucky for me I can just stumble next door tonight when I leave," he shrugged, grabbing a red solo cup before he poured in some coconut flavored rum. He topped it off with some Dr. Pepper and looked at you, smiling as you appeared next to him. "And, you know Eddie will be wasted tonight, we might as well join him." He teased, taking a sip of his drink.

You made a face, looking at his cup. "I'm sorry," you said, grabbing your own red solo cup, "did you really just mix coconut rum and Dr. Pepper?" You asked, pouring some vodka into your cup. You topped it off with some Coke, stirring it up gently before you took a sip of it, making a face at the taste of alcohol.

"Says the girl that just mixed vodka with Coke," he rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder into yours.

"It's a classic," you argued, rolling your eyes right back at him.

"A classic my ass," he replied, walking towards the living room. You shook your head and followed him, leaving Dustin and Mike alone in the kitchen again.

"What, uh, what was that?" Miked asked, looking towards the living room before looking back at Dustin.

Dustin smirked and shrugged, grabbing himself a can of beer. "That," he said, opening the beer before he took a sip, "is what our goal is tonight. Getting the two of them together," he nodded, looking back at Mike as he sipped the beer.

"Huh?!" Mike asked, looking at Dustin with wide eyes. "Why?"

"Because, it's my mission."

-

"Come on," Dustin giggled, looking at you from across the room as he nursed the second beer he was drinking for the night. "Truth or dare?" He asked, leaning closer to you.

You shook your head, sitting on the arm of the chair Gareth was sitting on. Gareth's arm was around your waist protectively, ensuring that you didn't fall off in any way. "Dustin," you said, looking at him. "I don't want to play."

"Hey now, come on, girl Henderson," Eddie piped in, leaning towards you like your brother did. "Answer baby Henderson's question."

"Yeah, girl, we all did it." Jeff added, giggling a little as he was feeling the alcohol. You looked at Jeff and Eddie and raised your eyebrow, turning your attention back to your brother.

What harm could he do?

"Fine," you sighed, taking another sip from your drink. "Dare."

"Perfect," Dustin nodded, looking between you and Gareth. "I dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with Gareth!"

You choked on your drink, looking up at Dustin. He wore a cheeky smirk back. Eddie and Jeff broke out into a chorus of oooh's and Mike stared at Dustin like he was crazy. You looked at Gareth, his face bright red as he looked at Dustin.

"Dustin, what, no! That's... that's crazy!" You said, shaking your head.

"You totally have to do it!" Eddie said as he gave Dustin a high five.

"You can't back down from a dare!" Jeff replied, nodding along with Eddie's words. You looked at the boys with a shocked expression before you looked back at Gareth, his red face looking at you.

"Well, uh, a dare is a dare," Gareth said softly, nodding as he looked up at you. You looked back at him with a shocked face; not because he was agreeing to do this but because he seemed... nervous? “Besides, it’s just kissing,” he added, looking at you.

"Fine, I guess," you mumbled, standing up. You walked towards the stairs and made your way to your room, Gareth following after you quietly.

"Nice job, baby Henderson," Eddie said, watching you and Gareth walked towards your room. "I thought they'd never fuck," he added, looking back at Dustin.

"Dude, I know right?" Dustin replied, taking a small sip of the now warm beer in his hands.

"You don't... you don't think they're actually going to do that... right?" Mike asked cautiously.

"If Gareth can actually make a move, yeah." Jeff nodded.

“Oh, Mike,” Eddie smirked, downing the rest of his beer. “This has been a long time coming.”

-

You walked towards your room with Gareth trailing after you. You walked inside first, closing the door after Gareth before you locked it.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, the looks the boys all gave you, or the way Gareth seemed fine with this. But, something definitely gave you the confidence to go through with this.

“Look, we-“ Gareth started, before you stepped towards him, pushing him against the back of the door. You leaned in and kissed him roughly, moving your arms to his biceps, holding onto them for balance.

He groaned into the kiss, his arms moving around your waist as they rested on your ass cheeks gently. He squeezed them a little, swallowing the moan you left in his mouth. You pulled away from the kiss, looking up at him. He looked down at you, sighing as he continued to squeeze your ass.

“Is this okay?” You asked softly. He nodded, breathlessly.

“Yes, fuck, please,” he begged softly, looking at you. “More than okay. Please kiss me again.” He breathed out. “And again, fuck,” he sighed. “God, I just, I need you.”

You sighed, relishing in the way he sounded, begging. For more. For you.

You leaned closer, kissing his lips again. A small whine escaped his lips as his hands moved to your hips, holding you tightly. Your hands moved to his neck, playing with the small curls at the base of his neck.

You tugged on his curls gently as your lips moved against his, his lips parting gently to let out a soft groan. Your tongue darted into his mouth, exploring it as he continued to gasp and groan, pulling your body closer to his.

His now rock hard cock rubbed against your thigh, causing you to groan as you tugged on his curls with a bit more force, another whine escaping his lips.

“Fuck, baby, please,” he whined, grinding his hips against your thigh. “You, ah, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he closed his eyes, resting his head against the door softly as he continued to grind against your thigh.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, kissing down his jaw gently to his neck. You trailed kisses down to his neck, biting the skin gently as your dominant hand trailed down his chest and stomach, stopping directly over his hard on. You squeezed it gently, palming him through his pants.

He moaned loudly, bucking his hips towards your hand as you continued to palm him. “Ah, baby,” he breathed, closing his eyes as he continued to move against your palm. “Please,” he was cut off by a moan as you bit down on his neck a little rougher this time. You nibbled and sucked on the skin, creating a small purple mark. “Fuck, yeah, mark me up, make everyone know I’m yours, god. Wanna be yours.” He babbled on softly.

You left a few more marks on his neck, continuing to palm him through his jeans. He moaned more, moving his hips against your hand, craving some sort of release.

“God, fuck,” he whined. “I’m gonna cum, shit,” he warned, looking down at you.

“You’re gonna cum,” you moved your face closer to his, your lips ghosting his, “in your pants? From my hand?” You asked, looking at him.

He bit his lip and nodded, a bit embarrassed. “Yes,” he said shamefully. “I’m gonna cum in my pants from your hand,” he repeated, speeding up his movements against your hand.

He closed the gap between you two and kissed your lips, groaning into the kiss. You squeezed his cock gently, continuing to palm him. He pulled away from the kiss, the back of his head resting against the door as his hip movements turned sloppy.

“Please,” he begged, eyes shut tightly as he continued to grind into your palm. “Please, baby, please let me cum,” he pleaded, looking at you with lust blown eyes. “Please, I-I can’t take it, want to cum, need to cum.”

You looked up at him, taking in his appearance. He looked pathetic. He was pressed up against your bedroom door, fully clothed as he continued to grind against your hand. A whining, moaning, groaning mess as he begged for you to allow him to cum in his pants.

“You’re going to make a mess, Gare,” you said softly, kissing his neck gently.

“Don’t care,” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “Just, ah, just want to cum.”

“Then cum for me,” you whispered, speeding up your hand movements. He whined loudly, hips sputtering as he finally let go, releasing inside his underwear and pants. His hips continued to move against your hand slowly as he rode out his high. “Mm, good boy,” you mumbled.

You left soft kisses up and down his neck, keeping your hand where it was until he was done. He sighed again, leaning his head back against the door before he looked down at you, a bright red color creeping up his neck and to his cheeks.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking down at you. He suddenly felt very embarrassed, very self aware and very sticky; it was quite the feeling for him.

“Hm? For?” You asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Please, don’t make me say it again,” he begged, looking at you. “I don’t need the reminder of what I just did.”

You giggled, moving your hands to his face gently. “Didn’t know you were so submissive,” you teased.

“God, you’re hot and I’ve had alcohol,” he sighed, “and now, I don’t think I can go back down there,” he added, looking down at the noticeable wet spot in his jeans.

“So, don’t,” you said, kissing him again. “Let’s have some more fun,” you suggested, looking up at him.

“You don’t… like, you don’t think I’m a loser for this?” He asked, looking down at you.

You shook your head, caressing his face gently. “Should I?” You asked, “because, I actually think it’s really hot and I want nothing more than to have you inside of me right now.” He sighed, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Please, how are you so incredibly hot, smart and sweet?” He mumbled against your lips. “I really should clean up, though.” He said, moving his legs as his pants felt stuck to him.

You giggled a little, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. “You know where my bathroom is,” you replied, motioning towards the bathroom attached to your room. He hummed and nodded, having been in the bathroom multiple times. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he waddled to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You shook your head and smiled a little, sitting on your bed.

A few moments later, Gareth walked back out of the bathroom and sat on the bed next to you, “god, that was the most I’ve ever had to clean up,” he sighed, looking at you.

“That’s both extremely gross and extremely hot,” you said, moving towards him. “Now, uh, sit down over there, against the headboard. I want to try something.” You looked at him, watching as he obeyed and did as you said.

“What are you, oh, oh I see,” he mumbled as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist. You kissed him, repositioning yourself as you did. You rubbed your clothed core against the wet spot that was still on his pants and his breath hitched, his hands finding your hips. “God,” he groaned into the kiss. “You might actually kill me tonight, and if so, I’m dying a happy, happy man.”

“You’re like, incredibly needy,” you teased him as you pulled away from the kiss, sliding your crop top up and off your body. “And, it’s like really fucking hot but I pictured you to be way more dominant when it came to this,” you added, sliding his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side with yours.

“You’ve pictured sex with me?” He asked, his hands moving up to cup and squeeze your breasts through your bra.

You moaned softly, nodding as you rubbed against him again, sighing softly. “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head,” you said, kissing him again. He kissed you back, deepening the kiss as he continued to paw at your breasts, squeezing them harder this time.

“Don’t let it go to my head?” He asked and reached around and undid your bra, “you let me cum in my pants and didn’t make fun of me; if anything, you’re my dream girl.” He said, looking up at you.

You shook your head, sliding your bra off before you threw it on the floor. “If you want I can tell all the boys,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss as your bare chests touched.

He jumped slightly, feeling the cold metal against his skin. He looked down, eyes widening as he ran his fingers across your nipples gently. “Piercings?” He asked, looking up at you as he continued to rub over your nipples and play with the silver metal that sat in them. “You have nipple piercings?” He groaned out, squeezing your boobs again.

You moaned and sighed, biting your lip. “Yeah, so what?” You asked, looking at him.

“So what? So, that’s like so totally hot, my god you are just, fuck,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Just when I think you couldn’t get more perfect you pull out new surprises,” he mumbled, kissing your lips as he continued to squeeze your breasts. “Wait,” he breathed out as he pulled away from the kiss. “Can I kiss them?” He asked, looking down at your breasts.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yeah, of course,” you said softly. “You can do anything you want to me,” you added, letting out a small whine as he kissed down your neck and collarbones, kissing over your breasts. He kissed down your left breast, kissing over your nipple before he stopped and sucked on it gently, his tongue darting around the cool metal in his mouth. He closed his eyes, humming against your skin as he continued to suck and kiss your nipple.

You moaned again, rubbing against him subconsciously as you moved your hand to his hair, tugging on his curls gently. He groaned against you, moving his hips up to meet yours, rubbing against you in sync with you.

“Fuck,” you moaned again, tugging on his hair. “Is your plan to get me to cum in my pants too?” You asked, sighing as you closed your eyes.

He pulled away from your breast with a popping sound, kissing back up your neck and jaw. “No,” he replied, “I’d much rather see you cum on my cock,” he added, kissing your lips. “Please.”

You pulled away from the kiss and stood up, shedding your jeans and panties, now standing completely naked in front of him. He looked at you, groaning as he eyed you up and down, his hand moving down to palm his cock through his jeans. You smirked, watching him as you grabbed a condom from your bedside table.

“If you undress I’ll be able to be on your cock,” you said, watching continue to palm himself. “Unless, of course, you want to cum in your pants again,” you teased.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” He sighed undoing his pants and boxers, kicking them off and onto the floor.

“Probably not, no,” you answered, crawling back to his lap. You opened the condom, reaching down to pump his cock a couple of times before you slid the condom on him. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrusted into your hand. “Damn, dude, that’s just my hand,” you giggled as you repositioned yourself over him. You held his cock, gliding the tip through your wet folds, causing a louder moan to escape Gareth’s lips.

“Please,” he sighed, looking at you. “Please, need to be inside you, need to feel you around me, need to make you feel good,” he begged, moving his hips up as he tried to move inside of you.

“Well, I guess since you asked so nicely,” you replied, slowly sinking down on him with a gasp. “Fuck, Gare, you’re so big,” you breathed out, lowering yourself onto him completely. You sighed, letting yourself adjust to him as his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place. “God, you’re so big and fuck, you fill me up,” you said softly, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. He whined against your lips, his cock twitching inside of you. “You like that?” You asked, looking at him.

He nodded, closing his eyes as you slowly started moving your hips, “mhm,” he hummed, gripping your hips tighter. “Like being called good, like being praised,” he gasped as you moved more, slowly moving up before you moved back down on him completely.

"Yeah?" You asked, looking at him. He bit his lip and nodded, helping you move up and down on his cock with his hands.

"Yeah.." he sighed, his eyebrows furrowing as he helped you move; his movements going perfectly with yours.

"Well, you're such a good boy," you moaned out, your fingers tangling through his hair as you leaned in. You kissed his lips roughly, his lips moving against yours desperately as he moved his dominant hand down between your bodies. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles over it as you continued to bounce on his cock. A loud moan escaped your lips, your kisses against his lips getting sloppier. "Fuck, Gare," you whined, moving your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum."

"Mhm," he mumbled, rubbing more circles as he moved his lips back to your nipples. He kissed and sucked again, groaning against your nipple as you clenched around his cock. "Please, cum for me," he mumbled. "Wanna see you cum on my cock, please," he begged.

You moaned again, the feeling all too much as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach. Gareth's mouth on your nipple, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit and his cock stretching you out... it was all so much; but it felt so good.

You made a couple more movements before you moaned loudly, fingernails digging into Gareth's biceps to hold yourself upright as your orgasm ripped through you. You moaned his name and rode out your high, releasing around his cock. He groaned, looking up at you as he moved his hips up, whining against your nipple.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, the feeling of your nails digging into this skin driving him over the edge.

"Cum for me, fuck, be a good boy," you mumbled, moving your hips a little more. He whined, bucking his hips up as he released into the condom, moaning and groaning your name.

"Fuck, baby, god," he groaned, riding out his high. "God, I love you." He mumbled, his head falling back against the headboard. Your head whipped up, looking at him.

"You, what?" You asked, continuing to sit on his cock as you looked at him.

"Hmm?" He asked, looking at you with an exhausted expression. What he had said finally hit him before he looked at you with a red face. "I, uh, I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too," you responded immediately, leaning in for another kiss.

He smiled, kissing you back. "Be mine?" He mumbled against your lips.

"Always," you replied, smiling softly.

"That was more than 7 minutes, you know," he teased softly, looking at you as he pushed your hair back behind your ear gently.

"Yeah, whatever," you giggled.

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Sitting On Their Lap

Eddie: "Woah-" He'd chuckle. Immediately, his hands instinctively went to your waist, sitting you down on his thighs completely. "You're being cute again.." He'd tease, smiling warmly in your direction as his hands slipped down towards your thighs, gently rubbing up and down your sides lovingly

Gareth: He’d smile and immediately put his arm around you, pulling you a bit closer as his other hand slides down your hip. He’d love your hair in his face and your warmth against him.

Steve: He'd definitely be surprised at first. He'd chuckle softly before wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you a little closer against him. Then he'd look at you with a cheeky smile. "Now, what do we have here?"

Robin: she'd have a surprised/flushed look on her face until she realized it was you. After that, she would wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. She'd ask, "And what is this for?"

Nancy: She’d gasp and be surprised, but then, she’d smile. She'd wrap her arms around your waist and pull you against her chest, and bury her face into your hair.

Jonathan: “Hey woah, hi to you too, love.” He’d smile up at you, his hands landing on your hips before they’d wrap gently around your torso, securing your position on his lap in place. He’d let out a content sigh from your proximity, taking comfort in your weight on top and pressing closer against you. “What’d I do to earn the honor of being used as your personal chair?”

Argyle: He immediately stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from you. “Hey.” He said with a grin.

Billy: He was surprised a bit but smiled at you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body and pulled you close into a hug, his muscular chest pressed against your back. "Hey, you." He said and chuckled softly in your ear. He let one hand wander down your side until it rested on your thigh.

Henry: He would be surprised first and look at you with a suprised expression, but after that it would probably just make him smile as he would wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He might also bury his face into your hair and place a small kiss on your neck.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Worst Case Scenario

Summary- Gareth wants the chance to talk to you so badly, but seeing how you react to other guys approaching you only makes him more and more nervous…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None c:

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @morganwrites12672

(tag list is always open, please let me know if you’d like to be added 💋)

Word Count- 3.7k

“Just go up and ask!” Jeff urged Gareth as the four of them sat at a table a few rows in front of you at the library.

“I can’t!” Gareth whispered, “What if she says no?”

“What if she says yes?” Grant said, trying to push Gareth into finally being able to ask you out.

It had been months since he gained this little crush on you, and it was growing to the point of agony for him. Sneaking glances at you from across the classroom, tripping himself up in the halls from watching you walk past, and your sweet demeanor definitely wasn’t helping much.

You were so smart, so kind, and though you had barely spoken to one another aside from an occasional ‘hi’ in the halls he could tell that you were someone genuine. But seeing all the other guys get rejected day after day didn’t make him feel any better about his crush on you.

He’d seen guys approach you in class, in the halls, during lunch. At least one guy a week had the balls to ask you out on a date, and though you had always appreciated their offers, you turned down every single one. And Gareth knew he would probably just be another one of those guys you rejected.

“Stop overthinking it.” Eddie said, “If she says yes, good. If she says no, then you have your answer. Simple as that.”

Gareth knew Eddie was right. He shouldn’t pry you with things like this, and he knew that if he got another rejection he could take it well. Sure, it may hurt at first, but he’s been through it before and he can do it again. He was about to stand up and finally do it, but he stopped as he watched one of the seniors approach your table.

The boys kept themselves quiet, trying their best to hear the interaction that was about to take place. And it seemed like a few of the boys at the tables around you were doing the same thing.

Daniel McNeal was a senior, decently attractive, smart, and was quite gifted when it came to managing a schedule filled with work, school, sports, and a handful of extracurriculars to really spice up his college applications. Gareth knew now he wouldn’t stand a chance after him.

He and the boys sat back and carefully watched your interaction.

As Daniel approached your table, your head tilted up from your notebook and gave him a polite smile as he looked down to you, moving your attention quickly back into your notes.

“Hey.” He said with a smile, getting your attention once more.

You looked up once again and gave him another smile,

“Hi.”

“You’re (y/n), right?”

“Yep.” You’re went back to scribbling down a few points from your textbook, “That’s me. Why?”

“You know, i always saw glances of you in the halls,” He helped himself to the seat across from you at your table, “I just never expected you to be this pretty up close.”

You kept a kind smile on your face and let out a slow sigh, knowing exactly what was about to play out. It’s happened too many times before. You set your pencil down onto your notebook and closed it, folding your arms over it and looking up to him,

“Go on.” What you were saying would normally sound so shallow, and yet there was something about the way you said it that made it sound so syrupy sweet. No matter how humiliated all those rejected boys felt beforehand, you never made them feel bad for asking.

Daniel shot you a strange look,

“What do you mean?”

“Ask me out. I assume that’s what you came over here to talk to me about, but if it’s not then i apologize. I think i’ve been in this situation so many times things like this just come natural to me.” You giggled, making him smile.

“Pretty and smart. You’re the whole package, aren’t you?”

“I suppose so.” You shrugged.

Daniel leaned forward into the table, talking softly to you with a cocky smile on his face, thinking he’s already got you wrapped around his finger,

“Well, what do you say? You, me, saturday night, i was thinking the drive in but if that’s not your style i’d be happy to take you to dinner.”

“No thanks.” You smiled still, pulling your arms away from over your notebook before opening it back up and moving your attention back to your textbook.

Daniel gave you another confused look,

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’ as in, ‘no, i don’t want to go out with you’. But i appreciate the offer!”

Your sweet demeanor was confusing given your answer, and Daniel was at a loss for words. He had never been rejected by a girl before, and he certainly didn’t expect you to be the first to do it. He figured with his good looks and charm he would be the one to finally break your streak of rejections, but you proved him wrong.

He watched as you happily went back to your notes, and leaned across the table to get a bit closer to you, talking in a whisper,

“Did i do something wrong?” He asked with a nervous chuckle.

“No.” You looked up to him from your notes, “It’s nothing you did. I’m not denying that you’re an attractive guy, and you seem very nice, but i’m just not interested.” You flashed him a smile and looked down back to your notes, scribbling away and leaving Daniel confused as he sat across from you.

After a few moments of silence, Daniel stood up from the chair across from you, and as he stepped away from the table you gave him one last smile before moving back to your notes. The boys were sat at their table, slack jawed after watching that scene unfold in front of them and the handful of other students sat at the tables around you.

“So she’s never going to say yes to me.” Gareth shrugged, giving up any attempts he had thought of to try and get your attention, but after watching you reject yet another guy he had no intentions of letting himself risk getting rejected.

“Stop being a pussy!” Jeff whispered through his teeth.

“Enough with that!” Gareth whispered back, quickly glancing back at you once more, watching as you continued on with your note taking, looking so peaceful as you did so, “I’ll ask… I just don’t know if i should do it now.”

“Fine then, that means she’s up for grabs.” Eddie shrugged as he sat back in his seat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you can’t get all pissy if some other guy asks her out and she says yes. Just rip the bandaid off and do it!”

Gareth put his head in his hands and sighed, knowing that Eddie was right,

“You’re right. Fuck it.”

Gareth took one last deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at you, deeply focused on your textbook, tapping the eraser at the end of your pencil on the pages of your notebook. It was now or never.

Without another word he stood up and slowly stepped toward your table, his palms already feeling damp just from taking a few steps closer to you. He kept his breathing slow, the constant reminder in the back of his head telling himself that the worst thing that could come of this would be you saying ‘no’. Rejection wouldn’t be anything new for him, so why did it feel so different with you.

When you glanced up and met his gaze with a little smile his heart stopped, along with his feet.

You quickly looked him over, a smile still on your lips as you noticed he stopped before you,

“Hi?” You said with a little giggle.

“Hi.” Gareth said as he snapped out of his little trance, still doing his best to stay calm. But you could see that he was still a bit nervous.

“Your name’s Gareth, right?” You asked him as he stood before you, holding back a little giggle as he nodded, still standing before you. “Do you want to sit down?” You asked him, motioning your pencil to the chair across from you.

“Yeah,” He laughed to himself, clearing his throat and pulling out the chair across from you, “thanks.”

You kept a sweet smile on your lips as you went back to your notes, Gareth watching you happily scribble along the pale blue lines in your notebook. He couldn’t just sit across from you in silence.

“What class is that for?” He asked as he tried to glance into the textbook you were writing from.

“History.” You set your pencil down onto your notebook and closed it, your arms crossed over the notebook as you looked at Gareth with bright eyes, “I’ve never been that great at History so i always like to study up on it a bit more.”

“Makes sense,” Gareth smiled and shrugged, “I’m the same way with Algebra, i just can’t get that stuff down.”

You giggled as you saw him smile, and you noticed a little bit of pink on his cheeks as he heard it. It was quite cute.

“So what brought you over here to me? Aren’t you sitting over there with your friends?” You asked him, making him blush deeper with embarrassment, not knowing you had noticed he and the guys had been sitting there.

“I was.” He started, clearing his throat and doing his best to not make direct eye contact. He knew that would only make him blush worse.

“But, i saw you were sitting alone and thought maybe you’d like some company? I know you’re probably studying or something but I’m pretty good at history, i’d be glad to help if you need any.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it,” You smiled, sliding the textbook you were reading from over between the two of you, “I am having a little trouble remembering some of these dates, do you think you can help me?”

Gareth looked up with bright eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips,

“Yeah!” He quickly hushed himself, clearing his throat as he remembered you were sitting in the library, “Which ones did you need help with?”

“Um, the ones on…” You sat up slightly flipping a few pages back to find the timeline, “this page. I don’t know why, i just can’t seem to get all these dates correctly, i think because everything happened so quickly in World War 1 that i can’t seem to remember which event happened on which day.”

Gareth nodded as you explained your trouble to him, but he tended up once more as he saw you shift in your seat.

“Here, i think it’ll be easier if i came over there.”

You slid the book over to him and stood up from your chair, walking around behind him and sitting in the seat next to his. You could still see a little pink on his cheeks as you smiled to him, moving your chair a bit closer to his.

The boys tried to keep their glances over at the two of you hidden, but as soon as they saw you move closer to Gareth they couldn’t help but stare.

“She got closer to him…” Jeff whispered.

“No, i can see that, but why?” Grant whispered back.

“I can’t tell what they’re talking about,” Eddie started, watching the two of you from across the room, seeing your eyes light up a little as Gareth was pointing out something on the pages of the textbook you’d been reading from, “I mean it looks like they’re just talking about school stuff but who knows…”

They saw a few giggles from you and a nervous laugh from Gareth and only got more excited for him. Giggles were always a good sign.

“You really make all this seem so easy.” You said to Gareth as you looked up from the textbook.

“Really? I don’t know, i guess this stuff always just made sense to me.” He flashed a smile as he looked to you too, and he has finally felt himself comfortable enough to ask you what he’d been dying to ask all this time.

Unfortunately he didn’t plan for the bell to ring as soon as he parted his lips to speak.

“I should get to class,” You said apologetically, carefully shutting the text book in front of you, standing up from your chair, “I want to make sure all that stuff stays fresh in my brain for this quiz. Thanks again for your help,” You placed your hand onto his forearm and gave it a little squeeze, “i really do appreciate it. Now i know exactly who to come to when i’m having a little trouble with history.”

Gareth couldn’t help but smile as he stood with you, mustering out a quiet, “No Problem, anytime.” As he saw you walk to the other side of the table and pack up your backpack.

He glanced back at the guys, who were urging him to grow a pair and ask, not even noticing that you had stepped around him to make your way to your class.

“(y/n).” He said suddenly, even catching himself off guard as you turned back to him.

“Yeah?” You asked, a sweet smile on your lips as you took a few steps back towards him.

“Um…” He cleared his throat, not sure how to start as his eyes darted all over the room, “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, but i think you’re a really interesting person, and if you weren’t doing anything this weekend i wanted to know if maybe you’d like to do something with me?”

“You mean like a date?”

He felt a blush rise to his cheeks again as he nodded.

“I’d love to!”

His eyes went wide, and he could tell that the other students around you turned in shock.

Out of everyone that had asked to take you out in school you had never taken anyone up on their offer, no matter who was asking or where they were taking you. Just to see that Gareth was the one who had somehow gotten you to say yes was a shock to everyone around you, including himself. This would no doubt be the gossip that ran through all the cliques at school for the next week.

“Really?” He asked quietly, still in shock.

You giggled and nodded,

“Really. It sounds like fun! Here,” You reached into your bag, grabbing a piece of stray paper and a pen from the side pocket, scribbling your name and number down onto it for him with a little heart in the corner, “call me later tonight and we’ll plan something.”

He was speechless.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at the little piece of paper in his hands, and he was hoping to god that this wasn’t just some joke. He snapped from his trance as he felt a hand slap down onto his shoulder, and as he looked up he saw the guys in front of him, wide eyed and just as shocked as he was.

“Is that her number?” Jeff asked him, snatching the piece of paper from Gareths hands as he continued watching you slowly step away.

“It is!” Grant exclaimed as he saw your handwriting, “Damn, i think this is the only time i’ve heard of her giving anyone her number, let alone say ‘yes’ to a date with anyone.”

“Yeah, and that ‘anyone’ is you!” Eddie smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Good for you bud.”

Gareth felt like he should’ve been basking in his glory. He was the only guy that had ever gotten further than just a conversation and then a rejection with you. Out of every other guy that had tried their chance with you, soccer and basketball players, some of the smartest guys in school, even the class president tried his hand at you at one point or another and yet you chose him. He needed to know why.

Without saying a word to the guys he pushed past them, following behind you to try and catch you before you had made it to your next class. Thank god he could see your hair swaying behind you in the halls. He picked up his pace, dodging past the other students making their way to their classes before finally catching up and giving you a quick tap on the arm. You turned to him with a smile and a confused look,

“Hey, is everything ok?”

“Why did you say yes?” Gareth asked quickly as he tried to catch his breath, his nerves had left him entirely and were replaced with confusion.

“What do you mean?” You asked, quickly moving yourselves against the lockers to keep out of the way of the traffic of the other students.

“I’ve seen guys come up to you and ask you out countless times, not once have you ever said yes to any of them. But you said yes to me when i asked you.”

“I did.” You confirmed for him with a giggle, “So what’s all the confusion about?”

“I just…” He sighed and looked at the tile floor between the two of you, trying hard to not let himself get embarrassed and red faced again, “I’ve seen the kind of guys that have approached you before. You know, the smart guys and the popular guys, people that actually seem to mean something to the other people that go to this school. Im a nobody…”

Your lips curled into a sweet smile once again and you placed your hand to his cheek, gently guiding his eyes back to look into yours,

“You’re not a nobody. Just because you’re not super smart or popular doesn’t mean you’re a nobody. I think you’re a really cool person actually.”

Gareths eyes lit up and a small smile was brought to his lips.

“I think you’re very sweet, and you’re smart, and funny, and i think compared to most of the other guys that’ve asked me out you’re the one with the most personality.”

You shared a chuckle with him and saw a light pink on his cheeks once again as he tried to look away.

“You really want to know why i said yes?”

Gareth nodded slowly.

You giggled again and did your best to hide your own blush,

“Because you were nervous to talk to me. All the other guys had this arrogance to them, and i know the only reason most of them asked me was so they could add on another thing to their list of trophies. They asked me just because they wanted to see if i would actually say yes, but you asked me because you liked me. i could tell that you liked me.”

The other students had started to disappear from the halls into their classes, leaving the two of you almost entirely alone.

“Really?” He asked you quietly, “I thought girls didn’t like guys that got nervous like that.”

Another quick giggle left your lips,

“Well, i like guys that get nervous around me.” You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, “Remember to call me later, ok? And tell your friends i said ‘hi’.” You motioned behind him and started to step away, and as Gareth turned he could see the guys standing slack jawed behind him.

He turned back but saw that you had already began your walk to class, giving him a little wave as you entered your classroom.

The boys quickly caught up to Gareth and did their best to walk through the halls to get to their own classes, but what they just witnessed would be on their minds for the rest of the day.

“What was that?” Grant asked him as they made their way down the opposite end of the hall, “Did she just kiss you?”

“On the cheek.” Gareth shrugged.

“So she did?” Jeff smiled, “Do you know what this means for you?”

“No?…” He thought to himself for a moment, “Should i?”

“It means that you hold more power than any other guy here. You not only got (y/n) to go out with you but you also got her number-“

“Oh yeah,” Gareth remembered leaving before grabbing that little slip of paper they took from him, “which one of you still has that?”

Grant reached into his jacket pocket and handed it over to Gareth,

“We didn’t copy it down or anything, this is all yours. We wouldn’t want to ruin your chances or anything.”

“Thanks.” Gareth looked down at the little scribble of your name and number on the little piece of paper in his hands, “And i didn’t make her do anything.” He said to Jeff, “I guess things just worked out right and she decided to say yes.”

“Well, how do you feel? You just got the most sought after girl in school to go out with you, you don’t seem too excited about it.” Eddie asked him with a chuckle.

“Good!” Gareth said with a big smile on his face, “Trust me, i’m over the moon about this, it just feels… strange? But i don’t know if that’s the right word.”

The class bell rung through the halls, and the boys said their quick goodbyes before running off to their classes.

“Tell us how it goes later!” Grant said as he ran down the opposite end of the hall.

“Don’t fuck this up!” Jeff laughed as he quickly stepped down the hall.

“Good job Romeo, but he’s right, don’t fuck this up.” Eddie gave him one last pat on the shoulder before slowly moving down the hall, and as Gareth watched the guys slowly disappear down the halls, he took one last look at the piece of paper in his hand.

He smiled to himself as he neatly folded the paper and carefully slipped it into his pocket, strolling slowly towards his classroom.

He didn’t care if he was late or not. Knowing that him just being him was enough for you to like him made him feel like nothing else that day could drag him down.

He couldn’t wait to get home.

[munson-blurbs]

Masterlist

Birdwatching (Eddie x Shy!Reader)

Renaissance Faire (Eddie x Historian!Reader)

Chorus practice (Robin x Singer!Reader)

Thrifting (Eddie x Quirky!Reader)

Playing piano (Steve x Musician!Reader)

Reading at the duck pond (Eddie x Bookworm!Reader)

Pet store (Eddie x Caring!Reader)

Surfer Boy Pizza (Argyle x Waitress!Reader)

Creative Writing class (Eddie x Introverted!Reader)

Beauty supply store (Steve x Salesgirl!Reader)

Art show (Eddie x Artist!Reader)

[fizzing-imagines]

Promise | Gareth Emerson x Reader

Notes: I'm in a very fluffy mood rn

Warnings: None

Words: 526

"Someone's jealous.", you teased your boyfriend while pinching his cheeks. He let out a huff and looked to the side. "I didn't like the way he looked at you."

Gareth would never admit to it, but he got jealous easily. It was bad enough that you spend most of your time with the basketball players, but you were also popular and insanely beautiful. He was jealous because he was secretly insecure. Gareth was scared you'd fine someone better. You were a cheerleader, and he was a freak. Yet you picked him out of everyone.

"Not funny, (Y/N).", he eventually mumbled. You saw the look on his face, his saddened eyes, his frown. "I'm sorry baby.", you apologised while kissing his cheek. "He's nothing compared to you." Gareths look wandered back to you, your beautiful face, your slighty upturned lips and perfect eyes. "(Y/N), can I be honest?", your boyfriend asked. With a nod, you wrapped your arms closer around his torso and looked up at his face. It did something to him every time.

"I really don't know why you chose to be with me out of everyone who throws themselves at you.", he admitted. No words were said for a good minute. It made him afraid of what you were going to say and you afraid of picking the wrong words. "Because they're not you." We're the words you finally chose. "Gareth, all guys who ask me out are jocks. And I don't like jocks." You got on your knees and cupped his face in his hands. "They're judgy assholes. They would never understand me. But you do. You know all my weird quirks, and what I like. I love that you don't judge me, and that you let me embrace my weird, little likes and habits." His eyes scanned your face and landed on your eyes. There was nothing but genuineness in them, pure love and adoration for him. "And what I love most about you is that you do what you're passionate about not for popularity, but because you actually like it. What's greater than passion?" No words left his mouth, but you saw that his eyes were watery. You placed a soft kiss on his nose and caressed his cheeks.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me.", he whispering eventually before kissing you. "You know, I was keeping this for your birthdays, but I think now is a good time." He reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a small box from the drawer. It was pink, just how you liked it. "It's not the real ring yet, it's a promise ring." He opened the small box to present a small golden ring with a pink heart gemstone. "Gareth, it's beautiful.", you said with a wide grin. "I promise that, as soon as possible, I will marry you.", your boyfriend said while putting the ring on your finger. "I love you so much." He pulled you close and put his lips on yours. You happily kissed him back while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I love you, too.", you replied breathless after the kiss.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hiii❤️, how are you?

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

(the little brother is around Erica's age)

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

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

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New Player

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

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

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

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

"It was fun" he said, smiling.

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

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

"Lucky me" you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, he does" you nodded.

"How come I didn't know this?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it!

[keeryhours]

Stranger Things masterlist

Main Masterlist

** - Smut

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Robin Buckley

naked in manhattan ** - best friend! fem reader

[hawkinsmafia]

𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

day 25 : Gareth

featuring Gareth Emerson x reader (no assumed gender)

rating: teen

cw: mention of Gareth and reader having sex (not described), allusion to Gareth giving oral (not described), brief mention of the existence of violent homophobia (not described)

wc: 2k

an: it’s my boyyyy! i’ve been waiting for Gareth Day since the start of @corrodedcoffinfest!

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 :: How does Gareth spend free time with his partner?

⟢ Gareth is one of those guys who remains an overgrown teenager for most of his life, and his favorite shit to do with you is play video games, skateboard, and make out on the couch like he brought you home from a date and found your parents aren’t home.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 :: What does Gareth admire about his partner?

⟢ With Gareth, it’s all about attitude. You know how to have fun, how to turn a boring Tuesday afternoon into a good time, and you don’t put up with anyone’s shit (including his). A strong personality is a major turn-on for him.

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Gareth help his partner when they’re struggling?

⟢ He’s got two approaches depending on your mood: either he tries to provide distraction, or he cuddles the shit out of you. When you want to take your mind off your troubles, prepare to get red shelled off Rainbow Road, bitch. (Okay, fine, he might let you win.) If it’s consoling you need, Gareth is a grade-A cuddler of the full-body variety. If you like the feeling of being pressed down by a heavy weight, he’s on top of you, smothering you down into the cushions; if you prefer being held, he pulls you on top of him and lashes his arms around you, tucking your head beneath his chin.

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 :: What is Gareth’s first date with his partner like?

⟢ He invites you to come watch Corroded Coffin play—yes, he’s absolutely showing off for you the entire show, twirling his drumsticks (and only losing his grip on them maybe 30% of the time!), improvising fills on the lead-outs…. (Eugene is delighted by the rhythm section garnering more attention than usual, but Jeff keeps shooting Gareth dirty looks for showboating and Eddie snaps at him to stick to what they rehearsed.) Afterward he’ll take you backstage, introduce you to the guys, and ask if you wanna go grab a bite somewhere.

𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 :: Is Gareth more dominant or submissive in his relationship?

⟢ Gareth has a loud, abrasive personality in public, but in personal spaces, he is the subbiest sub who ever subbed. His aggressive attitude was a survival skill when he was growing up, fending off two bossy little sisters and trying to hold his ground against the bullying jocks, and it evolved into a stage persona that serves him and the band dynamic very well. But when it’s just the two of you, what Gareth wants most is to curl up in your lap while you play with his hair and call him your good boy.

𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 :: What is it like when Gareth and his partner argue?

⟢ Oh god. Gareth can get a little… dramatic. Lots of passion in that boy, and sometimes a little raincloud can blow up into a whole monsoon. If you’re the type to respond in kind, arguments can become screaming matches quickly if no one intervenes. The good news is that they blow over just as fast as they blow up, and it’s not long before the two of you are making up (and hearing his bandmates grumble ‘get a room, jesus’). But that’s another alphabet….

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 :: Does Gareth acknowledge how much his partner does for him?

⟢ I won’t lie, he’s not the best about it. It’s not out of malice or anything, but he can fall into a bit of a routine, where all your gestures and contributions become rote standard, and he gets so used to them being there that they become just part of the scenery, so to speak. However, if you were to confront him about it and express your frustrations, he would be so quick to apologize and try to make it up to you, taking you out and reminding you (and himself) how important you are to him.

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 :: Does Gareth keep secrets from his partner or does he share everything?

⟢ Out of all the CC boys, Gareth can be the most secretive. He doesn’t lie to you, but he might not volunteer the entire truth either. He might try to hide a hangover from you, or not tell you how much he had to drink last weekend, or say that Eugene’s birthday boys’ night was great and just not mention the stripper to you.

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: Has Gareth’s partner inspired him to grow or change in any way?

⟢ Like with Jeff, it’s not a specific change that can be pinpointed, but it’s definitely there. Being with you leads to a maturity he didn’t have before you, and more conscientiousness of other people and their feelings. (The first time he goes to grab a drink from the kitchen and comes back with one for Eugene too without being asked, the guys think he’s coming down with something.)

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 :: How does Gareth handle jealousy in his relationship?

⟢ Not well. Going back up to Fight, he tends to blow up over it. If you’re the one feeling jealous toward him and his interactions, he’ll tell you flat-out that you’re being ridiculous—but when it’s him jealous of you, that’s a legitimate emotion. But these are some of the quickest arguments to blow over, usually ending with one of you pinned to the nearest flat surface, joined at the mouth.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 :: Is Gareth a good kisser?

⟢ Yeah, he is. Before Jeff’s braces come off and Eddie gets trained in what his partner likes, Gareth is probably the best kisser in the band. He’s pretty damn good with his mouth in general. Kissing, talking, singing… other alphabetical shenanigans….

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: How does Gareth confess his love to his partner?

⟢ Look, I know this is a fluff alphabet, but the first time Gareth drops the L-bomb is during the act, when he’s so caught up in feeling and sensation that his speech filter is just fully switched off and he’s got a stream-of-consciousness babble happening. He doesn’t even realize he’s said it until you either return it in the moment or bring it up afterward. He freezes for a moment, but slowly realizes that… yeah. Yeah, he meant it.

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕖 :: Would Gareth want to marry his partner?

⟢ Gareth is indifferent to the idea of marriage. If it’s something you want, sure. If you’re not bothered about it, he’s fine living in sin. (His mother will bring it up every single time you see her, though. She wants grandbabies, dammit!) If marriage is your thing, be prepared to be the one in charge of basically all the planning, though; Gareth would be perfectly fine with a Chapel o’ Love elopement.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 :: What does Gareth call his partner?

⟢ Babe and baby are his go-to pet names, and a diminutive of your actual name. He could also hit you with a pretty boy/girl if it suits you.

𝕆𝕟 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 :: What is Gareth like when he’s in love?

⟢ Distracted as fuck. He is fully checked out of conversations, he’s losing his place in the music during rehearsals, Jeff manages to beat his ass at Mortal Kombat II… all because the only thing he can think about is you.

ℙ𝔻𝔸 :: Does Gareth openly share affection with his partner, or is he more private?

⟢ Gareth will happily stick his tongue down your throat any time, anywhere. He’s not at all shy about PDA, and if you don’t mind it, sometimes he’ll even push things a hair past decent just to repulse Jeff and Eugene (but Eddie couldn’t care less). The only exception to this is if the two of you don’t pass as a straight couple during the decades when homophobic violence runs rampant and goes unpunished; if you’re a noticeably queer couple, Gareth does know how to read the room and will behave himself to keep you both safe.

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 :: What’s a random action Gareth performs for his partner?

⟢ Gareth is a bit of a resource hoarder. It’s another survival skill he developed from growing up with two little sisters who had a knack for getting their way. He used to have to swipe his favorite snacks from the pantry and hide them before his sisters got to them, or stow his new crayons in his sock drawer so Claire and Lily wouldn’t find them and wear them down to nubs. Stemming from this, your favorite things become part of his hoarding as well, nabbing your favorite chocolates from the communal variety bag before Eddie can inhale them while he’s stoned, hiding your preferred drink brand at the very back of the fridge behind the spoiled milk that no one’s touched in three months….

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 :: How romantic is Gareth?

⟢ Okay, so, here’s the thing. Gareth’s got that ‘overgrown teenager’ thing going on, and I can see why you might assume he’s not much for the overt displays of love. But Gareth loves you. And when it comes to showing you that, he pulls out all the stops. Don’t forget, he’s a dramatic motherfucker too, which means his grand gestures can get big. Buying out the restaurant so your anniversary dinner is completely private and free of interruptions by autograph seekers? Done. Romantic ‘vacation’ to the penthouse suite of the highest rated hotel in six counties? Oh yeah. Hell, fucking flash mob?? Wouldn’t put it past him!

𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Gareth help his partner achieve their goals?

⟢ He helps you by helping you. If you’re trying to get your degree, he will help you study, either by drilling you with test questions or making sure you have a quiet place to work alone with minimal distractions. If you’re angling for a promotion at work, hell yeah he can get your boss’s kids that exclusive CC merch, and hey, how about floor tickets with backstage passes too? Are you trying to get started in the music industry? He’ll invite CC’s production manager over for a Super Smash Bros tournament and jumpstart your network.

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝 :: Does Gareth like to experiment and try new things, or does he prefer familiarity?

⟢ Oh this boy is down to try anything, in any facet. New restaurants, new foods (bonus points if he can make Jeff gag), new set lists, new tour destinations, new bedroom activities…. Gareth wants to experience it all.

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How well does Gareth know his partner?

⟢ Like the back of his hand. Gareth doesn’t do anything by half measures, and he’s practically obsessed with you. There’s not a single subject anyone could bring up that he can’t relate back to a fact or trivium about you.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 :: How important is Gareth’s relationship to him?

⟢ Damn important. He loves you, he loves showing you off, he loves how you fit in with his bandmates and their partners. You make him happy.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕 :: A random fluffy headcanon.

⟢ Ever since he was a kid, an expression of Gareth’s love has been in the gifting of tiny trinkets, like a courting magpie. While he definitely gives bigger, more typical gifts as well, damn near every time you see him, he gifts you a tiny little object. They’re nothing special or fancy, it might be a neat rock, or a pretty leaf, or a perfect acorn, or a wheatback penny, or a simple piece of origami.

𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆 :: Does Gareth like to be affectionate with his partner?

⟢ Oh my god, yes. Gareth lives for affection. He would be snuggling on top of you 24/7 if it were at all feasible.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How does Gareth cope when he’s missing his partner?

⟢ Oh he’s a sulky bitch. When you’re apart, he gets crabby and cranky so much more easily. If you couldn’t join CC on tour, the other guys try to make sure Gareth gets a break in the schedule every day to call home and talk to you, if only to stop him becoming unbearable to work with.

ℤ𝕖𝕒𝕝 :: To what lengths would Gareth go for his relationship?

⟢ He might walk off a tour to see you instead, or at least cancel a show or two. He’d argue to bring you along on the tour bus with the rest of the band, and if the guys don’t go for that, then they can go on without him, he’ll get his own transportation—with you—to each city, thanks very much.

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Gareth headcanons part 3!

Requested by @flesheaterizzy ✨

Idk how many words this is because I e been typing these on my phone at work lol as they pop into my head and there are no warnings for this post!

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- He loves fall and his favorite thing is carving pumpkins and decorating with his little sister

- He went to a pumpkin patch with Eddie to get some and Eddie smashes one by accident and Gareth had to pay for it lol

- Gareth doesn’t have a job yet but he always seems to have pocket money, like he doesn’t sell anything like Eddie but he always has something in his wallet

- He would watch game of thrones I just know it

- And idk if I mentioned this before but he’d watch anime, like Naruto, attack on titan, fairy tail, jujutsu kaisen all of those you know

- He knows how to play the guitar but mostly the acoustic, he has an electric guitar but he prefers the drums and the band needed a drummer

- Sometimes he play the guitar for you if you ask although he gets a little shy to just play one on one, he’s nervous he will mess up and it will be embarrassing

- But it never is embarrassing

- Gareth like never gets sick but when he does it’s always for over a week. When you get sick he will take care of you and he will manage to not get sick himself afterwards

- He loves cuddling you when either of you are sick and he will make you take all your medicine and drink all the fluids you need

- He loves when you fall asleep in him room even if you just got there, like after school you get so tired you fall asleep but Gareth loves it because it means you’re getting rest and you’re comfy around him and in his room. He doesn’t care he will do something else until you wake up and he will even watch you but in an affectionate kind of way

- He is a plant killer lmao he has one cactus that he has had ever since he was like 9, it’s still growing just not very much lol

- Will eat whipped cream alone as a snack, from the tub or can

- Eddie and him used to dare each other to lick batteries and the Jeff and grant got in on it too lol

- I feel like he doesn’t particularly love kids, like he likes them but whatever. But he is actually very good with kids, he literally just plays along with them and asks them questions and fake argues with them and they love it

- He doesn’t like reading books he only read comic books

- I said it before and I’ll say it again Gareth is a grape flavor guy, he like Dr Pepper, oatmeal raisin cookies, barbecue sauce, all of it

- When Gareth was a kid it took him a long time to be able to read a clock and sometimes it takes him a second to tell the time still

- He’s a pumpkin carver around Halloween

- He probably used to go camping as a kid but his parents got tired of it the older the kids got

- I said it before I’ll say it again Gareth has a younger sister and an older sister and they would go camping with him and the parents

- He loves amusement parks but also isn’t a big fan of roller coasters, there’s a lot he doesn’t like but some that he LOVES

[tbmunson]

Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader

Summary: You and Gareth get paired for the most important art project of the semester.

Warnings: Slow burn, idiots in love, caring for Gareth's sisters.

WC: 4,730

Notes: I'm in recovery for surgery, so updates will be slow. Shout out to @ashes-writing for being my absolute bestie and letting me bounce ideas.

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PART 1

“Okay, class, you’ll work as partners for your final project.” Mr. Greely the art teacher stated, earning a cheer from the class. “I wouldn’t cheer so fast. I paired you up myself. This project is to make art based on what you learn about your partner, hence the little questionnaire at your tables. It can be a painting, drawing, or sculpture. Any audio recordings or mixed tapes will be given a zero. This is art, not band.

You rolled your eyes, but not because you wouldn’t be working with Tiffany, the only other cheerleader in the class, but because there was a chance you’d have to work with one of the meatheaded basketball players. You didn’t really want to work with her either, but that was a whole other can of worms.

Mr. Greely droned on, only catching your attention when he said your name. “You’ll be working with Emerson.”

Your eyes widened, which caught the attention of a few of your classmates who began to giggle. The panic was not from the boy himself, rather the fear you would accidentally fall harder for him if you got to really know him. Your focus was disrupted by shuffling next to you as Gareth settled into the desk paired with yours. “Hi.” You said softly, meek almost.

Gareth assumed this was due to disdain for him, presented a bit more politely. He did hear the giggles after all. “What’s up?” Not a question, just a simple acknowledgement to your greeting.

You studied his side profile, debating the different art forms you could use to relay the puffy haired metalhead next to you.

“You have a month to complete this project. Oh, and, your partner will be grading you on how well they think you relay them to the world. That does have an effect on the overall grade, so get to know each other.” Mr. Greely finished as the bell rang.

“So, I don’t know if you’re busy tonight with it being Friday and all, but my house is free tonight if you want to come do the questionnaire.” You offered sweetly as you packed your notebook into your bag.

“I, uh, have to watch my sisters tonight, but, if you want to, I mean, you can come to my place.” His nerves were apparent, which made you smile.

“Yeah, I’ll find you at lunch and finalize the details.” You gripped the strap to your backpack and turned to meet Tiffany at the door.

She sputtered out a laugh as she glanced over her shoulder to Gareth. “You really got paired with the freak, huh?”

You couldn’t stop the eye roll. “Tiff, I’ve known him since forever. He’s a sweet guy. Just because he listens to different music and doesn’t dress the same doesn’t make him a freak.” You replied, trying to keep your tone level so as to not snap at the head of the cheerleading team.

“He plays a fucking fantasy game, babe. It’s weird.” She chirps back as if it was common knowledge.

“It’s an escape. Everyone has an escape. You totally zone out when you cheer. That’s your escape.” You’re fully annoyed now, but not showing it, which is hard due to the fact that she just laughs, mumbling a “Whatever.” under her breath.

You break off into your math class and sit next to Eddie Munson. “Hey, Eddie.” You say, catching his attention.

He peeks around you, looking around.

“What are you doing?” You ask, furrowing your brows.

“Wondering why Hawkins High’s very own princess is trying to talk to me. Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.” He responded with an amused look.

You can’t help the small smile that spreads at his antics. “I’m talking to you because I’m a nice person and I let you cheat off of me. It’s time to repay the favor.”

“Ooh, princess wants something from the freak. Enlighten me.” He taps the tips of his fingers together in a way that would mook maniacal if it weren’t Eddie.

You roll your eyes at the dramatics. “I have an art project and I need-”

“I will not model naked for you if that’s what you’re asking.” He had a very serious look on his face, which meant he was totally joking, something you’d come to know sitting next to him in three different classes.

You smacked his arm and furrowed your brow. “No. I need the inside scoop on Gareth. He’s my partner and I have to get to know him, like really get to know him for this project.”

Eddie nods, resting his chin in his hand. “Okay. I can help you with that. As long as I keep copying your homework and cheating off of your tests.” He smirked, a wide grin plastering his face.

“In all honesty, I didn’t even think about using that as a threat.” You giggled, reaching over and scribbling your number onto a page with a scratched out doodle in his notebook. “Call me tomorrow. I’ll be at Gareth’s tonight.”

“Oh yeah, date night.” Eddie replied kind of like an off hand comment.

“It’s not a date, Eddie.” Your eyes were wide again like they had been in art class.

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “I mean his parents. He has to watch his sisters. Although I may be reading into that reaction a little too much, but I think you-”

“Not another word or the copying does stop.” Your face was hard, begging him not to speak the words you already knew were true. You would like to go on a date with him, but this, getting to really know him as part of a project, it’ll work too. Better, you convince yourself. Better because there’s no pressure to actually like him and if you don’t, well at least you'll know and you can stop this pitiful pining over him.

“Yes, your highness.” Eddie bows as much as he can while sitting before the teacher begins class.

Two class periods later you were headed to lunch. Once you made it to the cafeteria you headed right for the Hellfire table, leaving a very confused Stephanie in the doorway. As you approached a group of freshmen were settled at the table. “Hi, does Gareth sit here?” You knew he did, but striking up a conversation would be better than just claiming a seat that didn’t belong to you.

The curly haired one looked up, surprised a cheerleader was talking to him. “I, uh, yeah.” he sputtered, earning a glare from the dark haired one.

“Dude, you can’t just tell people like-” He cuts himself off, looking up at you and wondering if you’d tear him a new one.

You laughed and leaned against the table. “I know. People like me have a bad rap, and usually for good reason. I have an art project with Gareth and we need to go over some details. No malice. No ill intent. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky, waiting for one of the group to make their move.

The smaller boy with a bowl cut reaches out, linking his pinky with yours. “He’ll be here in a few. He usually takes a smoke break before coming to lunch. That’s his seat,” He points to a chair on the edge of the opposite side of the table. “And Jeff isn’t here today, so the spot next to him is open if you want to sit.”

“Thank you.” You smile before rounding the table and sitting in the middle seat. “My name is Y/N, by the way.” You offer a hand over the table for any one of them to take.

The curly haired boy reaches over and shakes it, “I’m Dustin, this is Mike and Will.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys. So, how does Dungeons and Dragons work? I’ve never played but it seems interesting from what I’ve seen.” You can’t find it in yourself to regret the question as Dustin and Will go into an in depth explanation of the game. You were so drawn in that you didn’t notice Gareth walking up to the table, or the look of horror as the freshmen bombarded you with facts about a fantasy game, even if he loved that fantasy game more than most things.

“Alright you guys, I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear about DnD.” Gareth sighed as he sat, drawing the attention of the four of you.

You gave him a playful glare. “I asked, actually. It sounds like a lot of fun. Very creative.” You were smiling by the end.

Gareth nodded, unable to help the thought that you were only saying that to seem nice and use it against them later. He immediately felt bad because in all the years of classes together, you’d never been that way. “Okay, well, I’m sorry. You can continue, Dustin.”

“Actually, Dustin, as much as I want to hear the differences in characters, I really need to get some stuff settled with Gareth about this project. How about I come sit here on Monday and you and Will can finish telling me about it.” You offered, finding the kids incredibly charming and utterly adorable.

“Yeah!” Dustin replied, opening a book to keep track of what he’d filled you in on already.

Gareth chuckled and leaned over to whisper to you. “You really don’t have to let them torture you like this.” The way his voice rumbled in your ear mixed with the warmth of his breath cascading down your neck, you knew you were screwed.

“Gare, really, I want to know about it. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” You assured him, placing a hand on his forearm and giving it a small squeeze.

Gareth didn’t know what else to say, so he only offered a crooked smile instead.

“Good, it’s settled. Now to the main task at hand. What time do I need to come over?”

He shrugged and went over the schedule in his head. “I’m gonna do dinner at 5:30, give them a bath, and let them play. They’ll be out by 7:30.” He offered more as a question.

“Or, I can bring dinner from Benny’s around 6, help you give them a bath, and we can all watch a movie before they go to bed.” You twisted a curl around your finger as you waited for his response.

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, they’d like that.”

You slid your notebook and a pen in front of him. “Write down your order and I’ll be over by six.”

“Do you even know where I live?” He quirked a brow as he scribbled down an order.

“Gareth Emerson, I have lived down the street from you my whole life. Of course I know where you live.” You reached out and gently smacked his shoulder.

Gareth laughed and held a hand up in surrender. “I’m just making sure. I’d hate for you to get lost and leave me starving.” He jokes, sliding the notebook across the table with the order, along with his number. “See you tonight?”

“For sure, but you’re going to see me sitting here for the rest of lunch, if that’s okay with you.” You looked up at him through your lashes.

“It’s totally fine!” Dustin said, grabbing your attention. You’d almost forgotten about the freshmen sitting across from you.

You laughed and nodded, knowing he wanted to continue his spill about the different kinds of characters.

The end of the day came and you were headed out to your car when you were stopped by Tiffany. “What in the hell were you doing at that table of freaks during lunch?”

Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t let your anger show. “I had to come up with a plan for this project. Gareth is my partner. Art is the only class we have together and I’d like to get it started sooner rather than later.”

Tiffany scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Actually, I’ll be there Monday too, and probably a few times throughout the next couple of weeks. I’ll sit with you guys on game days so no one sees me in my uniform at their table, but this project is important to me. Art is important to me. You know I want to be an artist. If getting to know him is what it takes to make a kickass piece, then I’m doing it.” Your tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm, letting her know there would be no room for negotiation.

She didn’t say anything, just stomped away, which caught the attention of the older Hellfire members.

“I think she just stood up for us.” Grant said, eyebrows raised.

Gareth pressed his back against the brick wall and looked up at the tin of the sidewalk covers. “Fuck.” He shook his head as he breathed deeply.

“What, Emerson?” Eddie cocked a brow at Gareth’s pained expression.

“I don’t know. Like, this is going to be so hard. I’ve only been in love with her since kindergarten. Now she’s sitting at my lunch table, standing up for me and my friends, and she’s coming to my fucking house tonight. How am I supposed to do this?”

Eddie couldn’t help but to laugh at his friend's pained expression. “I usually don’t get in the middle of this crap, but, earlier I made a joke about it being date night. She got really defensive, and that’s fully a sign that she’s into you. Maybe just go for it?”

“You’re so full of shit, Munson. She’s just a nice person and didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” He replied, finally pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at practice. Gotta get home so my parents can head out.”

Eddie and Grant mumbled their goodbyes before making their way to Eddie’s van.

It was currently 5:50 and you’d just pulled into the Emerson’s driveway with a passenger seat full of food and shakes. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding before cutting the engine and getting out of the car. You’d barely made it to the passenger door when the glossy red door to the house flung open.

“Lori, get back here!” Gareth’s exhausted yell came as he chased her down the steps, not yet realizing you’d arrived. He scooped her up as she giggled.

“I was trying to see your friend!” Lori‘s giggles quickly turned into a whine when she realized her brother had no plans to put her feet back on the ground.

Gareth finally looked up, making eye contact with you as you rested your elbow on the roof of the car. “Hey, uh, sorry. One sec.” He finally returned Lori’s feet to the ground but made her look at him. “Go back inside. I’m going to help Y/N bring the food in and you can see her in there, okay?”

She pouted but nodded before walking slowly to the house.

“Someone’s got the dad voice down.” You smiled, bending to grab the bags as Gareth made his way over to you in a pair of grey sweat pants and a faded Metallica shirt.

“Yeah, well, someone had to be when my dad split a few years ago. Rick is nice though.” He replied, reaching to take the bags out of your hands.

You nodded, smiling as his skin brushed yours. “I think you’re doing a great job considering she actually listened.” You offered before bending back down to get the drink tray with the shakes.

Gareth planned on replying, but he was silenced by the sight of you bent over and the amount of leg coming out of the old practice cheer shorts you’d changed into. He watched you stand and bump the door with your hip to close it.

“C’mon Gare, shakes are melting.” You said, taking a few steps towards his house.

He nodded and followed wordlessly. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

As you and his sisters settled into the table Gareth apologized again that his sisters threw a fit to both sit next to you.

“They’re fine, Gareth. Tell your brother to stop worrying so much, Lori.”

“Yeah, stop worrying that much.” She sassed, making you laugh and Gareth roll his eyes.

“I don’t know how Clara expects me to help her with her food all the way over there.” He gave the youngest girl a look as if to say ‘didn’t think of that, did you’.

“I’ve got it. It’s just chicken and fries. She’s safe in my care.” You assured him as you opened the small styrofoam container to start tearing the strips into more manageable pieces for a two year old

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to.” He replied sincerely.

You sighed and turned to look at him. “Gareth, it’s okay to let people do stuff for you. If I minded I wouldn’t be doing it. Do you trust that?”

He was at a loss for words, only nodding in response.

“Good. Now eat your burger before it gets cold.” You instructed as you finished tearing the chicken. “One at a time, Clara. Don’t put another in your mouth until the first one is all gone, okay?”

The small girl with white curly hair and bright blue doe eyes nodded, reaching for a piece of her chicken.

You popped a fry into your mouth, fully ready to dive into your burger when there was a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Lori looking at you with a pout.

“Can you do my chicken too? Pretty please.” She looked like she was scared you would say no.

“Of course, baby doll! Let me see.” You pulled her plate over to you and started ripping the chicken into bits.

“Lori, you eat strips all the time.” Gareth stated after swallowing a bite of his burger.

“Gareth, eat your burger and let her be. She wants my attention and that’s okay.” You assured him, cutting your eyes over to look at him across the table without moving your head very much.

“But your food is going to get cold.” He urged as you took on the second strip.

“We’ll call it practice for being a real mom one day. Cold food, cold coffee, hot ice cream.”

“Ew! Hot ice cream!” Lori laughed as you pushed her plate back towards her.

You couldn’t help but join in. Her laugh is tinkly like a fairy, contagious.

“Okay, alright, I won’t say anything else.” He raised his hands in surrender before going back to his food.

The rest of the meal went by quietly, ending with you spooning the girls' shared shake into separate cups.

Once dessert was had, it was bath time, resulting in your cheer camp t-shirt getting soaking wet.

“I am so sorry. Let me get you a shirt.” Gareth was red from embarrassment.

You, however, were still smiling. “Okay, Gare. I’ll get them dried off and changed, then I’ll come find you about the shirt.”

He nodded and left the bathroom.

“Are you my brother’s girlfriend?” Lori asked once she was sure Gareth was gone.

You giggled a bit and shook your head as you pulled her nightgown over her head. “No, baby doll, I’m not. We go to school together. He’s my friend.”

She nodded and her face twisted in thought. “Will you be his girlfriend?”

You gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, I hope so one day.” You winked at her before turning to help Clara into her nightgown. “Why don’t you girls go down stairs to the couch while I go find Gareth and change, hm?”

Lori nodded and took Clara’s hand to lead her away.

You sighed and pushed yourself from the floor.

It didn’t take much to figure out which door belonged to Gareth. He had various band stickers and drawings on the door. You knocked twice.

“Come in!” He called as he snagged his favorite Motley Crue shirt from the hanger. It may or may not have been for a fantasy he had not too long ago.

You opened the door and stepped in. “Hey, I sent the girls downstairs to get settled. Just came to grab the shirt. It’s starting to get a little chilly.” You chuckled at the end, leaning against the wall.

“Okay, great. Um, you can change here if you want. I can go get the movie ready.”

You nodded and stepped further into the room. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll be down in just a second.” You said taking the worn material from his hands. Once the door clicked closed you pulled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra which was soaked through. You hoped the shirt would be big enough that the lack of bra wouldn’t be noticeable. What you didn’t think about though, was leaving the pile of damp clothes at the foot of the bed before walking out of the room and down stairs.

“Can I sit with you!” Lori yelled as she saw you finally descend the stairs.

“Of course, baby doll.” You smiled, glancing over at Gareth who managed to go a deep shade of red.

Maybe putting you into that shirt was one of his less than stellar ideas. His mind wandered back to the dream he had the other night of you, in the shirt, on top of him- He stopped his thoughts immediately before they became too much.

You settled next to him and let Lori climb into your lap as Gareth hit play on the Care Bears movie. You ran your fingers through the six year olds hair, eventually braiding it into a nice french braid before she fell asleep. You looked over to Clara who was dead asleep in Gareth’s lap.

He looked over at you and then up the stairs. “They won’t wake. They sleep pretty hard. Wanna take them up and get started?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled as you got a better grip on Lori. You followed Gareth up the stairs and pushed open Lori’s bedroom door. You laid her down gently in her princess bed sheets and covered her up before heading back to the hall to meet Gareth.

“You’re really good with them, you know.” He said, leading you back down the stairs and turning the light on.

“If I don’t go into art, I want to teach little ones.” You said, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“You could be the art teacher for the little ones.” Gareth offered. “Best of both worlds.”

“You’re so smart, you know that? That never crossed my mind.” You laughed a little, not believing you’d not thought of it before.

Gareth smiles as he bumped your shoulder. “Thanks. And when you do become an art teacher for little ones, make sure you credit me.” He winked before sitting on the floor at the coffee table.

You sat across from him, rolling your eyes at his joke. “I’ll put your name on the degree.” You said sarcastically as you pulled the questionnaire sheet from the spiral notebook.

Both of you took a second to look over the sheet before you spoke again.

“These are bullshit questions.” You said passively as you looked up from the bullet point asking ‘What is your partner’s favorite color.’

“Why do you say that?” He asked, putting his sheet down on the table.

You sighed and tapped your pen on your lip and you thought. “If I’m supposed to make an art piece based on you, what good is knowing your favorite food and color? I mean do I just draw a red cheeseburger? It’s so basic. Art is supposed to make you think. Make you feel something.” You emphasized before laying back on the floor.

Gareth laughed and scooted around to your side of the table to lay next to you. “You have a point, but how do you know my favorite color is red? I never told you.”

You turned your head to look at him rather than the ceiling. “I’ve lived 50 yards from you my whole life, we went to the same daycare, elementary, middle, and high school. Red is one of the few colors in your color palette. People don’t wear colors they don’t like.” You studied his face, taking in every freckle, every developing laugh line, every shade of blue and green in his eyes for the hundredth time, only this time you were much closer. It had much more of an effect on you.

“You’re very observant, you know.” His mouth ticked up into a lopsided smile as his eyes darted around your face.

“Which is you telling me that I’m right.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He laughed this time, making you smile. “You’re not as oblivious as you present yourself as. Why do you do that?” His brows furrowed as he questioned you.

You shrugged, debating your answer for a moment. “I do what I have to in order to make it where I want to go. You present yourself as a dark, twisty guy who doesn’t care about anything, yet you’ve got smile lines and you’re amazingly sweet with your sisters. Why do you do that?” You challenged with a playful smile.

“Self preservation. I’m a weird kid and if I come off as someone who’s easy to mess with, life would be a whole lot worse. So I keep myself far away from the people who don’t deserve to know me.” He explained, his eyes holding a look that you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could stop yourself you asked, “Do I deserve to know you?”

His eyes that held your gaze flickered down to your lips and back up. “Yeah. Do I deserve to know you?”

You nodded, unable to resist the urge to reach over and rest your hand on the side of his face.

The moment was quiet, intimate, and gone far too quickly as his mom and stepdad came into the house.

“Gareth, whose car is in the drive-“ his mothers voice cut off as she walked in on the innocent scene because she could feel the tension between her son and the girl laying on the floor.

You snatched your hand away quickly and looked at the woman in the doorway, praying she wouldn’t berate you for being there.

“Mom. Hey. I told you Y/N was coming by for the art project.” He was red, not from a blush but from panic. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears so loud he thought it must have been audible.

She nodded and smirked. “Alright, well, carry on then.” She turned and walked into the kitchen where her husband was digging around in the pantry. “They’re going to get married. I’m calling it now.”

“Gwen, you can’t be serious. You haven’t even spoken to the girl.” He turned to look at her before glancing through the doorway to see the girl in question gathering her things.

“A mother knows.” She patted his chest and gave him the look. The look that said you-know-I’m-right.

Gareth walked with you out the door and to your car. “I’ll see you on Monday. Be careful.” He opened your door for you and watched you get in.

“If I wreck going three houses down the street, I probably don’t need a license.” You joked as you looked up at him, taking in the way the moonlight bounced off of the high points of his face.

“Be careful.” His tone was a bit more authoritative than before, making your insides turn.

“I will be.” You promised before smirking. “Do you want me to call you when I get there so you know I got in okay?” You teased lightly, making him roll his eyes.

“Just for that, I sure do. If my phone’s not ringing in 5 minutes I’m coming down there.” He was smiling, laughing at the way you scrunched up your nose at him before sticking your tongue out.

“Maybe I won’t call then.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I guess you’ll find out.”

“I guess I will.” He winked and closed the door to your car before walking towards the door. He stood there, watching you back out of the driveway thinking about how easy it was with you. It was easy to be himself. He finally went inside to wait for your call.

[punkrockmlchael]

little updated masterlist with some of my work!🩵

Welcome to my blog!♡

hi! i'm roz (she/her)🦇 i’m 25, a pisces, and obsessed with gareth emerson from stranger things yikes (seriously it’s bad, he consumes my thoughts)

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact. i tend to write lots of smut (with some fluff thrown in, but, mostly smut)

anyways, thanks for visiting my blog! i hope you find something you like here ♡

Masterlist!

here is all of my work complied into one list!

requests are currently: open!

have requests? send them in here! I typically write for Eddie Munson and Gareth Emerson but am open to other characters (just ask me!)

All fics listed are x fem!reader unless otherwise stated!

🔥 - indicates smut

❤️ - indicates fluff

⭐️ - indicates my personal faves

** - indicates requested

Stranger Things

Gareth Emerson

-One Shots:

• Heartbreak Girl ** - best friends to lovers 🔥

• English - enemies to lovers (fuckers?) 🔥⭐️

• The Girl Next Door ** - best friends to lovers 🔥⭐️

• Bandmates - enemies to lovers 🔥 COMING SOON!

-Series:

• 12 Days of Gareth Emerson - 12 Christmas Prompts 2024! - gn! reader ❤️

• Bed Chem - rockstar!gareth x popstar!fem reader (In the works)

Eddie Munson

-One Shots:

• Casual - fuckers to lovers 🔥⭐️

• Under the Mistletoe - 12 days of promptmas prompt 🔥

• Just Thinkin' About You - 12 days of promptmas prompt; gn! reader ❤️ (but also some sadness)

[blakeswritingimagines]

When they walk in on you changing

Eddie: If he had accidentally walked in on you and saw you getting dressed, he would most likely quickly shut the door to make sure you don't get embarrassed, although he would feel a little bad for interrupting your personal time. He would probably then ask you if you'd like any help with getting dressed.

Gareth: He would be shocked and embarrassed if he accidentally walked in on you getting dressed. He would immediately avert his eyes and look away, apologizing profusely for the intrusion. After a few seconds of awkwardly standing there, he would try to exit the room as quickly as he could, hoping that you hadn't noticed him staring.

Steve: He would enter the room and observe you getting dressed without realizing it. He would likely watch for a moment, before deciding how to react. Perhaps he would approach you, and strike up a conversation as he playfully flirts with you. Or he might simply back out of the room, and give you some privacy.

Robin: Well, she'd probably be surprised to see you in a state of undress. It might be a bit awkward, but you'd probably just laugh it off and go back to getting dressed she’d feel more calm about it all. She could try to look away, or just apologize and move on with her day or at least the best she could with a blushing face.

Nancy: If she walked in on you, getting dressed, she would quickly look away. She would be embarrassed, and she would respect your privacy. She would apologize for accidentally walking in, and she would try to give you some space, to continue getting dressed.

Jonathan: "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Jonathan hurriedly turns away from you getting dressed, embarrassed and flustered, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to intrude on you, I was just..." He trails off, unable to think of anything to excuse himself.

Argyle: His eyes would widen and he'd quickly look away, feeling a surge of heat wash over his face. He'd offer an apology and explain that he didn't realize you were getting dressed. He'd also offer to give you some privacy if that would be more comfortable for you.

Billy: He feels that you must have heard him coming,  how could you not know there was someone there? He thinks if your going to be stupid about it, then let you be embarrassed. He won't care. It's not like you'd put much of a show anyway, what is he supposed to do? Go apologize?.

Henry: He feels you'll get over it.  And it was an accident, it's not like he knew you were getting changed.  What else is there to say?  It's over, let's move on. He’s got better things to do than listen to you whine.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Late Showing

Summary- After a work shift you find Gareth all by himself, waiting for someone that never showed. Although you’ve had your differences, you can’t help but want to make him feel better.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None c:

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @morganwrites12672 @hawkinsmafia

(my tag list is always open, if you’d like to be added please let me know 💋)

Word Count- 2.8k

You yawned as you adjusted yourself in the uncomfortable velvet lined chair, head rested on your hand, not paying attention to anything that was going on around you. Being the ticket girl at the movies wasn’t a very exciting job, especially during those days of the week where you were basically getting paid to sit around and look pretty. But, it was a job that paid, and that’s all that mattered. It was just surprising for it to be this slow on a Friday.

You still tried your best to be alert, paying attention to every sound just in case it was anyone trying to make you do your job. Your ears perked up at the sounds of a few familiar laughs.

Every Friday after their DnD session, the older boys from Hellfire Club would usually stop by for a late night showing of whatever horror or comedy movie looked the most interesting. They were decently friendly, save for a few normal stupid teenage boy comments and stereotypical ‘boy humor’ that didn’t exactly translate all that well to girls. They were all relatively nice with you, they’ve seen you once or twice a week for the last six months so it was normal to have a conversation with them every now and then. But somehow, every week, one of them made it seem like it was his mission to piss you off.

At least, that’s what you took from your interactions with him.

And seeing him walking up to your booth with his hands on his pockets and a smirk on his face told you he was definitely going to try and get you today. Good thing you were stubborn enough to get him first.

“(y/n).” He said with a smile as he approached the booth with the other boys behind him.

“Gareth.” You smiled to him and looked just past him to smile at his friends, “Boys. You’re here awful early, aren’t you supposed to be jerking each other off in the drama room right about now?” You smirked to him.

The smirk dropped off Gareths face as he heard the boys try to stifle their chuckles at your comment.

“…We finished early.”

He only realized the error of his last words after the boys laughed harder behind him.

“Is that right?” You giggled, “What are you guys seeing today?”

“What’s playing?”

“Well,” You said, “if you look at the marquee that’s right above my head, it’ll tell you what’s playing.”

“Wow, bitchier than normal today are we?” Gareth laughed to himself.

“Only for you, sweetheart.” You said with an eye roll.

“Ignore him (y/n),” Eddie said as he shoved Gareth aside, “we’ll take four for The Fly.”

“Ooh, that’s a good one!” You smiled and tore off four tickets from the roll beside you, “Lots of gross stuff, really good body horror.”

You handed Eddie the tickets as he gave you the $20 bill from his pocket and he tore them each away as he handed them to the guys.

“You’ve seen it?” Gareth asked with a scoff, “How?”

“Maybe because i work here, idiot.”

Gareth wasn’t even given a chance to respond before getting his arm tugged away by Eddie into the theater.

You giggled and rolled your eyes to yourself, sitting back in your seat and waiting for the next customers to come up and purchase their tickets.

Your constant back and forth with one another couldn’t be traced back to one specific incident, they’ve been happening for so long you couldn’t remember who said what first or even how it began, but it eventually became a highlight of your shifts.

You’d be sitting in that booth for hours, nothing to entertain you except the rare occasion when there’s actual work to do or if you managed to bring in a book or magazine with you. As soon as you saw those boys pile out of whoever’s car they drove in and you saw the familiar red vest on Gareth, you couldn’t help but be excited for whatever nonsense he had to spew at you that day.

You didn’t hate each other. You certainly didn’t like one another, but you didn’t hate him. It was all innocent fun.

A week later, you were in the same position.

Bored, stuck at work in that little booth out front just waiting for the boys to show up again for their normal friday night routine.

You checked your watch and noticed it was later than normal for them, usually they were there around 4-5 pm, but as it approached closer and closer to 7 you figured they probably just decided to switch things up for the night. There wasn’t anything that great showing anyways.

Until you saw a familiar car pull into the lot.

You were glad to see them again, and finally be able to have a little bit of interaction with someone after being stuck alone in that little booth. But when you saw just one person step out of the car and approach the booth, you let out a gentle sigh.

Gareth walked up to the booth with a smile on his face, pulling out a $10 bill from his pocket and placing it onto the counter,

“Two for Chopping Mall.”

You took the $10 and glanced behind him before reaching around and pulling two tickets off of the reel,

“Why do you need two if it’s just you?” You asked, sliding him the tickets, “I figured the guys would be with you.”

“I asked them to stay back this time.” He gave you a cocky smile and took the tickets, “I’m meeting someone. A girl.” He shrugged, his eyes quickly scanning you for your reaction.

“Oh. Alright,” You shrugged, giving him a smile, “enjoy the movie then.”

Your reaction threw him off, and you could tell by the way his eyebrows raised ever so slightly, but you didn’t pay any mind to it. Gareth smiled back and wandered into the theater without another word.

The next two hours went as they usually did for you, handing out tickets to the various families and couples for their friday night excursions to the theater, though there was one thought that you couldn’t get out of your head. There were plenty of guys that came alone, but not one girl had walked inside by herself. You could be wrong, she probably just wandered in when you weren’t looking or came in through a different entrance.

Either way, you wouldn’t let yourself dwell on it for much longer.

You didn’t like Gareth, and he didn’t like you. That’s how it’s always been, and how it always will be.

But when it reached 9:15, and you noticed a crowd of people leaving the theater as you got the little booth ready to close up for the night. Tickets were put away, the little ‘sorry, we’re closed’ sign was turned in the window, and all the cash was locked up for the managers to count. As you switched the light off in the booth, you walked into the theater by the connecting door, but there was a little pit in your heart as the door closed behind you.

Gareth was still sitting on one of the benches inside, alone, in near darkness from the lights inside switching off as it got closer and closer to closing time.

You slowly walked over to him, and as you looked closer at his face it made you regret any time the two of you had one of your little spats with one another. He was sitting there looking like a kicked puppy, waiting all this time for a girl that never even showed up. You didn’t like him, you were so certain, but seeing anyone in that predicament was enough to pull at your heartstrings.

“Gareth?” You asked quietly, catching him by surprise as he jumped slightly in his seat.

“Oh, hey. Just, uh…” He cleared his throat and showed you the tickets still in his hand, “waiting. I think she’ll be here soon, we’ll just see the later showing…”

“Gareth,” You sighed, “we’re closing. The movies over…” He pursed his lips and gave you a slow nod, looking back down at the tickets he held in his lap, “I’m sorry-“

“No, it’s ok.” He stood up quickly, shoving the now useless tickets into his pocket as he cut you off, “i’ll just, uh… See you next friday.”

You gave him a small but friendly smile as he stepped past you, and he copied it.

In that moment there was a switch that flipped inside you.

Seeing him so defeated, all alone waiting for someone who probably wasn’t going to show anyways.

“Hey!” You called out to him as you took a few steps closer. He stopped and turned to you. “Did you still want to see that movie?”

Gareth shrugged,

“I guess so. But you said you’re closed?”

“I work here.” You giggled, “Come with me.”

You grasped his hand and led him down the quiet, dimly lit halls into one of the empty theaters. The lights along the sides of the walls were still on, though it was strange to see a theater so quiet and empty.

“Sit wherever you want,” You gently let go of his hand, though it felt strange to not have something filling that space, “I’ll be back in just a minute. Want a snack or something?”

Gareth shrugged again as he looked over the empty rows of seats,

“Popcorn is always nice.” He said to you with a smile. You could already tell he was feeling better.

“Popcorn.” You nodded, “No problem. I’ll be back in a few minutes, sit wherever you want.” You smiled and wandered out of the theater.

Gareth looked around for a moment before spotting a pair of seats right in the middle. He slowly walked up and got comfortable, smiling to himself as he sat there waiting patiently for you.

It was strange.

You’d never been nice to him, at least not this nice. Gareth didn’t know what it was, if it was you doing this out of sympathy or not, but he didn’t mind it. When he looked past all those childish arguments the two of you had, they seemed almost pointless. Behind the mask of insults and one liners, he could see that you were just a nice girl. And he was hoping you’d see the same for him too.

The two of you had never been alone in any sense of the word, the only time you had was during the five minutes of words you’d exchange over him or one of the guys buying tickets. It felt so weird. There were a thousand and one outcomes he could’ve imagined up from the two of you being around each other alone, each one of them ending up with either him having a black eye or you getting fired for ‘unlawful conduct’ with a paying customer. Never like this.

His train of thought was interrupted as the lights along the side walls started to dim, and the screen started to show the beginning static of a film reel. Just as the trailers started playing he heard the theater doors open and soon saw you with a bucket of popcorn in your arms.

“Here,” You said with a smile as you handed him the bucket, “I hope you like extra butter and salt, cause that’s what i put on it.”

“Who doesn’t?” He smiled back.

Your attention was soon grabbed by the lit screen as trailers started rolling for the newest upcoming movies. It was quiet between the two of you as you sat and watched the screen, but it was in no way an uncomfortable silence. Rather, it felt oddly comforting.

It was nice to be sitting there with him, and without even noticing all that anger that you had always felt for him was melting away. As the screen turned back to black, you snuck a glance over at him. It was quick, and you were certain he hadn’t noticed as you turned your head back to the screen.

But he did. And he liked you looking at him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t try and sneak a few glances at you as the movie went on, and though it was quiet, you could almost feel it every time he did. It was nice.

It was so strange. You had never gotten along in any sense of the word before. Each time you saw him or he saw you, you had to prepare yourself to come back at anything he said, but this was the longest the two of you had gone without making a quip at the other. You liked it.

He was actually quite nice to be around. It felt comforting to have him there, especially during a scary movie.

You glanced over his way one last time before slowly leaning in to whisper,

“I’m sorry that girl never showed.”

Gareth looked to you with a thankful smile,

“Thanks.” As you looked back to the screen he leaned in closer to you, “I’m sorry for always being a dick to you.”

You quickly looked back to him. His apology caught you off guard. It wasn’t unwanted by any means, you deserved an apology for the things he’s said to you. But you knew he deserved one too, you weren’t going to deny he’d gotten the same remarks from you.

“I’m sorry for always being a bitch to you.”

You both apologetically smiled to one another.

Your arguments were what made your ‘relationship’ worthwhile, it was nice to have someone to lash out on after a difficult time dealing with customers that made it seem like it was their destiny to be a pain in your ass. But it felt even nicer to know how sorry he was for everything. It felt like being nice to each other was going to be a lot easier than being each others punching bags.

“No hard feelings?” Gareth whispered to you as he offered over the bucket of popcorn.

You couldn’t help but stifle back a quick laugh as you grabbed a few pieces of popcorn,

“No hard feelings.”

You smiled at each other once more, your face turning back to face the screen as you ate the few pieces of popcorn he had offered. But you could still sense his eyes on you.

Gareth took a slow, quiet breath, as if he was nervous about something. He leaned towards your ear to whisper once more,

“This is nice.”

As you turned to him, a blush arose onto your cheeks and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He was still so close, your noses nearly brushing as you turned your head. Your eyes glanced over his face as the light from the screen illuminated his face ever so slightly in the darkness of the theater. And you had to admit, this lighting made him look a way you had never imagined yourself seeing him in.

He just looked so good.

If you had to be watching a scary movie with anyone, you were glad it was him.

You nodded gently, the smile on your lips getting harder to hide as you could just barely see the pink on his cheeks too.

You both quickly turned away once more, each of you hiding your red faces and wide smiles from the other.

It wasn’t a date, but it was sure starting to feel like one.

A few moments passed by, the tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife, and as you sensed Gareth start to move next to you it definitely caught your attention. Though he wasn’t fidgeting in his seat as you assumed.

His arms gently raised up over his head, and you tried so hard to stifle your giggles the moment you heard an overacted yawn coming from him. And just as you suspected, as his arms came back down, one found its way laid across your shoulders.

You looked to him and quietly giggled as he looked to his lap with an embarrassed, but comfortable, laugh.

“That was so lame.” You said as you raised your hand to your lips to quiet your giggles.

Gareth looked to you with that smile still on his face, his hand gently moving over your shoulder,

“But it worked, didn’t it?”

Your giggles slowly ceased and your lips pursed,

“Shut up.” You said with a smile and an eye roll as you looked back to the screen, your head moving to rest on his shoulder as he pulled you in closer.

Whatever this was between the two of you, it wasn’t a date. But you were hoping he would ask you on one soon.

[munson-blurbs]

Meet-cute (noun): an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

I can't believe it's been almost two years since I started this blog.

On October 9, 2022, I decided to try my hand at writing fanfic. Just a little fluff piece about Eddie asking Reader on a date. It was how I had imagined he'd be: a bit awkward and shy, needing encouragement from the other Hellfire Club members, and head over heels for a bookworm.

As a thank you to the fandom that has supported me these last two years, I'd like to make your meet-cute ideas come true. Well, as true as they can be for fictional characters.

Until September 30, 2024, I will be taking meet-cute requests to turn into blurbs (500-750 words). In your request, please include the following:

The character you'd like to be paired with (For this event, I'll write for Eddie, Steve, Argyle, Robin, Nancy, and Gareth)

A few words to describe yourself (e.g., shy, outgoing, funny, ambitious)

1-2 of your hobbies or interests

Your pronouns

Any other important details you'd like me to include

Meet-cutes will be posted throughout the month of October. I will write as many as I can. Any meet-cutes not written will be kept in my inbox and potentially used in future requests!

Yours till the hell fires, Bug

[fizzing-imagines]

Threats | Gareth Emerson x Reader

Notes: I need more Gareth GIFs

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.1k

"Gareth." A fry hit him in the face, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Jesus, why are you always throwing shit at me?", he said in a tone that was more aggressive than joking. You weren't used to that. "Sorry.", you mumbled, clearly noticing his tone. Why was he so angry? "I just wanted to ask you if you can lend me some paint for my figurine.", you mumbled. He was growing distant in the last few weeks, not talking to you outside of Hellfire, never asking how you are, not even helping you with your D&D character like he always did with his usual enthusiasm.

Gareth was angry. Not angry at you, but angry at the world. How could it set such a considerate, funny, charming and overall perfect person in front of him but not have them like him back? He wasn't angry at you - but you were the next best person to get angry at, even though he didn't want to be. It wasn't your fault you didn't like him back. At least he thought that. "Uhm, sure. I can bring them with me tomorrow.", he said. You quietly nodded your head before looking down at your fries again. The other members of Hellfire noticed your behaviour, but didn't comment. Not yet.

"You okay?", Eddie asked you while walking you to your motorbike. "I'm fine.", you said, but he didn't believe it for a second. He knew about your little crush on Gareth for a while now, but he also knew something you didn't know.

Eddie wanted to make sure you truly didn't want to talk. "I don't know why Gareth acted that way. It was wrong." He could read you like a book, always did. "You don't need to act like you're fine. If he hurt you, just be honest and I'll rip him a new one." That made you chuckle a bit. The two of you arrived at your bike, you opened its trunk to grab your helmet. "It's okay Eddie, really.", you reassured him. Once again, he didn't take it for a second and made a plan in his head. But he wouldn't tell you that. "Drive safe, I'm not scraping you up from the sidewalk." Eddie patted your shoulder before walking off to his van.

But his van didn't drive to the trailer park. It drove straight to Gareths place. His 1975 Chevy Silverado was already parked in the driveway, the door to the garage was open in which he saw his friend playing the drums in an aggressive way. "Didn't know we're supposed to treat our crushes like shit.", Eddie said while walking up to Gareth. He stopped in his tracks as he saw his friend approaching. "I don't have a crush on her.", he replied. But the fact that he already knew who Eddie was talking about gave him away. "Fuck off, I can see it in your eyes when you look at her." He took the drumsticks out of Gareths hands and pointed them at him in a threatening manner. "You're gonna go over to her place right now and apologise. And if you're not a pussy, you're finally going to confess. I'm not watching this shit for another six months." Gareth felt a bit threatened, so his tone changed. "Why would I confess if she doesn't like me anyways." His voice was quieter now and seemed more insecure overall. Eddie clicked his tongue before turning and pacing in a circle. "Listen man, I confessed to her three months ago and you know why she turned me down?" The fact that Gareth just now found out that Eddie has had a crush on you as well confused him even more. "Because she likes you, you stupid shit." And now his mind started racing. His body acted faster than his head and he sprinted towards his truck while looking for his keys. While unlocking his car, he realized something and looked back at Eddie.

"Why did you confess to her if you knew I liked her?", he asked. Eddie rolled his eyes before saying "I was high as shit, now drive!" and swatting him away with his hands. Gareth did as commanded, got into his car and drove to your house. The usual 15 minute journey only took him 10 minutes as he ignored stop signs and red lights. There was something more important than traffic signs; You. He did a full-stop in your driveway, his squeaking tires already announcing his arrival. You heard it and looked out of your window, barely making out the figure of your crush through watery eyes.

You've been crying your eyes out ever since you came home. You have been for days, but today was bad. Especially after Gareth treated you the way he did today. But after hearing a "Sweetie, Gareth's here!" from your mother you quickly whiped the tears from your face and made your way downstairs. He was standing in the doorway, out of breath and face flushed as he was trying to breathe. "Are you okay?", you asked him with your eyebrows knitted.

"I'm in love with you.", he spurted out. "Like, bad. I'm so madly in love with you (Y/N), it's not even funny anymore. Eddie makes fun of me for it at this point and I've been acting like such a dick because of it." Your mother was still standing next to the door, listening to his full rant while you stood there and didn't even know what to do next. "Let's go outside.", you said after a while before stepping through the door and closing it behind you. It wasn't until now that Gareth realized what he had said to you. Again, his body moved faster than his brain did. "I'm sorry.", he said then. "For what?", you replied. "Gareth listen, I need to tell you something too." His face was flushed, he looked beyond stressed, nervous sweat was collecting on his forehead and making his hair stick to it. But he looked so beautiful. "I'm in love with you, too. And I'm down so bad that Eddie is gonna add it in his next campaign." A small laugh left your mouth. "And I've rejected guys over it, spend nights imagining you were my stuffed animal so I wouldn't feel alone and-" Gareth cut you off by grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. This is all he needed. You.

"Shit, please be my girlfriend. Please be mine.", he whispered once the kiss broke. Gareth kissing you took the breath out of your lungs, so you couldn't give him more than a nod for now.

It was enough for your now-boyfriend.

[petersbaby]

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

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

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

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

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

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

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

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

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

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

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

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

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

You put your head in your hands.

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

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

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

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

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

-

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

“Yeah..” he agrees.

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

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

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

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

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

He nods.

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

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

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

“Sorry.” You whispered.

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

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

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

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

“That is SO none of your business.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

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

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

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

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

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

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

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

“Jesus Christ.”

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

“I mean it.” You whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

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

“Okay.” He breathes.

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

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

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

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Should- can- what should we…”

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

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

“Yes, please do.”

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

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

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

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still okay?” You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

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

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

“You are not. Why?”

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

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

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

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

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