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corrodedcoffincumslut · 6 months

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Pairing - Eddie Munson X Gareth Emerson X Plus size Fem-reader 18+ content

Blurb- Friday nights are yours, Eddie & Gareth's smoke sessions, but after enduring the sexual tension of being the third-wheel to yours & Eddie's heavy petting something changes for virgin Gareth.

Warnings- SMUT - Over 18’s ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! M-F-M (P in V). Cream pie. Drug use Eddie, Gareth & Reader (Weed). Smoking. MMF threesome. Assplay. Squirting. Oral (M) Fingering. Loss of virginity (M). Daddy-kink. Consensual sharing of a partner (established relationship & best friend). Dom/Sub. Pet names. Choking. Possessiveness. Voyeurism. Pervy (if you squint). Reader has nipple piercings. Eddie has a PA piercing. No use of Y/N. Please let me know if I’ve missed any others.

Word count- 6.3k

Reader is referred to as "Bunnie" and is described as a plus-sized beauty (thick thighs, tummy & large breasts are all adored and worshiped here) and is referenced to have blue eyes. No description of hair colour.

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Authors note- This was a labour of love, its the first fic I started to write in the Bunnie-verse, but I couldn't seem to get it right and I'm somewhat of a perfectionist & terrible self critic so this fic has been in my drafts for well over 18 months. Finally I feel I did my idea justice. I hope anyway. Please enjoy and let me know, if you enjoy my ramblings again! Big thanks to my girl @bexreadstoomuch for proofreading (many many many times)!

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Your heavy eyes blinked through the smoke haze which filled the inside of Eddie’s bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Gareth sat crossed legged, rolling another joint, before licking a wet stripe across the paper’s edge, sealing the green inside, twisting the end and lighting the tip, in what felt like one smooth swift move. You both giggled at the dumb jokes Eddie was chackling behind, you sat nestled in your boyfriend's lap, passing the joint between the three of you. Nearing the roach, you could feel Eddie’s hands start to wander, as they always did after several joints. Not wanting to make Gareth feel like the third wheel for what felt like the billionth time when you hung out, you pushed Eddie’s hands back towards your waist into the familiar hug from before.

Eddie, unhappy with your wriggling, squeezes you tight into his chest, almost too tight causing you to whine. “Eddieeeee, I can’t breathe…” you sign out, your face turning to the side. Which in hindsight only opened your neck up to be attacked in sloppy wet kisses by the floppy haired boy. “Sweetheart, you just make me so, so, well I think you can feel how you make me feel” he whined back into your neck as the kisses trailed down from behind your ear to the top of your collar bones. He was right, you could feel exactly how you made him feel, the firm reminder grinding into your lower back. Turning to face him you smiled, biting your lower lip between your teeth, muttering a small “hmmm” in agreement. “Such a tease” Eddie whispered only loud enough for you to hear.

Gareth fiddled and bit the skin of his fingertips, anything but to draw his attention back to the two of you, close, Eddie’s hands caressing the curves of your hips up to your breasts. Where he ghosted over the fullness of your tits, in an attempt to see your nipples peak at the touch, which successfully they did. Glancing over you to the bottom of the bed, you see the awkward boy fumbling with his hands, jealousy painted over his soft face. “Aaargghh come on guys, please don’t make me witness your stoned, horny foreplay again” he muttered, pulling himself off the bed and stumbling out of the room.

Feeling guilty you turned to face the wolfish grin painted on Eddie’s face, “Come on Eddie '' you sighed “Gareth’s right, he’s seen the outline of your boner waaay too many times already. It’s not fair on him, and I don’t wanna make him regret coming over to hang out again. I just don't see why the girls don’t flood to him though, he deserves someone he can blossom with. He’s cute, caring, smart and I remember from the pool last summer, those shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination” you smirked “I mean if we ever break up, hey I’ll give him a ride anytime”. Eddie started howling just as Gareth’s stunned face came into view, as he walked back in the room after grabbing a beer, hearing the majority of your confession.

“You know these trailers aren’t soundproof Bunnie, I thought you learnt that last time Wayne caught us, you know after the incident with the cuffs and the vibrator, the one whereee….” Eddie playfully teased. “EDDDDIIIEEE!” you whined cutting Eddie off before he could confess all your sins, “stop talking!” sealing it with a kiss, smiling. Gareth stood blindsided in the doorway, too stunned to speak, before butting in “You’d fuck me?! You? Bunnie, Eddie’s girl. The hottest chick I know would fuck me? I know I’m not swimming in pussy Bunnie, but don’t mock me. I can’t take it, and not with you guys banging like rabbits. You know I’m still a virgin, there’s me just beating off, into my hand off every day, that shit’s just cruel!” Gesturing to the growing lump between his legs.

Eddie turned to smile at you, whispering in your ear “you know we could always try that fantasy we spoke about?” taking your earlobe between his teeth nibbling at the soft skin between his teeth, before kissing down your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine. “Go on baby, tell Gareth again, how much you’d like to ride on his virgin cock. How you want us to take it in turns fucking your pretty pussy, until you’re scream both our names for the whole trailer park to hear”.

Red eyed and brain still hazed from the weed, you half lidded smiled at the thoughts swimming in your head. The dirty thoughts of Gareth’s shy face pressed deep between your legs as Eddie guided him on how to please you, until your vision got blurry and tears streamed from your eyes in blinding white hot pleasure.

Releasing you from his grasp Eddie watched from his place on the bed as you rose from his lap, feet gliding across the carpet over to Gareth. Grasping his shirt in your hands, your hands pressed into his chest. You leaned your forehead on his, your warm breath causing goosebumps to prick onto his skin and the baby hairs on the nape of his neck to erect. “Kiss me Gareth” you whispered into his mouth, before crashing your plump soft lips on his boyish chapped ones. A smile grew across your lips as you pulled back to stare into his glazed over eyes.

Eddie groaned from the bed behind you. Looking over your shoulder you saw him, rubbing his hard, thick cock over the rising tent of his sweats. Biting your lip and sliding your dewy tongue across, slipping your silver tongue bar between your teeth you giggled back at Gareth. Still shocked Gareth stared blankly into your eyes, almost forgetting to blink entirely.

“Cat got your tongue Gare-bear” you giggled, “Or was it Bunnie” Eddie interjected. The wolfish grin, ever present on his angular face. “Kiss her again Gare, she likes it when you’re rough. Go on, and slip her some tongue this time. I wanna see her squirm like she does for me”.

Snapping out of his state of shocked hypnosis, growing in confidence at Eddie's encouragement, he placed his hands on your waist as he pulled you in. Placing a hand on your cheek, “Are you okay with this Bunnie?”, enticing a nod from you he smashed his lips back on yours once more. You feel his silken tongue skim across your plump bottom lip, probing for entry into your warm mouth. Inviting him in you suck on the tip of his tongue, eyes falling closed with delight as you feel him tangle it back with yours. Gareth’s kiss was tender and encasing, making the world outside of your field of vision drift away to nothing.

Only the groans of Eddie bring you back to reality, as he approaches you from behind, smacking his big firm hand on your ass, rubbing the fat rounded curves. ”Sweetheart, you’re making me jealous all alone over there. Sprinkle some of that sugar on me, would you?” Feeling his curls tickle your shoulders you broke away from Gareth’s lips, to turn back to kiss Eddie’s inviting puffy lips instead. Eddie’s hands slid over your round hips, following your curves down your thick thighs. “God Bunnie, you’re so fucking sexy, you ass looks sinful in those jeans” pulling the tough fabric against your legs, feeling the denim snapping back to your skin causing you to jump. “Undo the front button Gare, let us see you in all your beautiful glory baby” Eddie said.

Reaching for the front button of your jeans with shaky hands Gareth undid the offending jeans as Eddie pulled them down your legs, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down the backs of your legs, until they pooled at your ankles on the floor. Standing between the two men in your black lace panties, one of Eddie’s old tattered Black Sabbath shirts now barely covered your voluptuous cheeks. “So, so fucking sexy, don’t you agree Gare” Eddie’s gruff voice growlled for you both to hear. Gareth hummed in agreement, still in disbelief of the situation he found himself in on a usual Friday evening hangout, with the unusual added twist of his best friend allowing him to share his girlfriend for the night.

Turning back, leaning back into Eddie’s touch you found yourself rubbing your hands over Gareth’s chest following the lean lines of his little podge tummy, luring the familiar squirming Eddie had commented on before to his friend. “Lose the shirt too Bunnie, you know I can’t resist those perfect big tits you’re keeping from us, and I know Gareth’s had many a night thinking about them too. I’ve caught him staring enough times, drool practically dripping from his chin” Eddie teased, pulling the hem of the shirt up over your head lifting your arms to allow him to remove it. You complied with his actions. “You’re being so good for us Bunnie” Eddie cooed.

Succumbing to Eddie’s words, you felt exposed and vulnerable between the fully clothed men boxing you in. Eddie pulled at the hem of your shirt, tugged the tatted item up and over your shoulders, allow him to fully remove the offending clothing. Your soft breasts falling out, jiggling with the movement, pert pierced nipples hard from the cool air you’d been exposed to. Silver bars catching Gareth’s eyes, his focus now solely on your tits, a vision he thought he’d never see outside his own head, silver bars through each, causing Gareth’s cock to grow ever harder. Eddie pulled you back onto the bed, placing himself at the headboard, inviting you to sit between his legs once more. Gareth followed, stumbling forward, kneeling at your feet. Eddie thrust your milky thighs apart, fully exposing your wet, ruined panties to Gareth.

“Awww sweetheart you’re soaking, what’s got you this worked up already. Was it thoughts of your little Gare-bear taking care of you?” Eddie patronised in your ear, hot breath dancing over the skin. Open mouthed kisses landed on your neck, as Eddie’s nibble fingers wound into the hem of your panties. Running his nimble fingers through your folds, his fingers now covered in your slick. “Gonna take these off now Bunnie, s’that okay with you?” Eddie checked in for your welcomed consent. You nodded again. “Gonna need some words baby, if you want this to go further '' Eddie encouraged, chin tucked in, looking over his brows. “Yes”, you huffed out “please, please I want this”.

Hooking his thumbs over the top of the lace, he slowly pulled your panties down over your plush round hips. The slick, soaked centre sticking to the centre as he pulled them down your smooth inked legs, before throwing them in Gareth’s face. “You alright there Gare” Eddie ridiculed, “You’re staring bud, what’s wrong never seen a pussy this pretty before, is that it? Better than any of porn mags is this, ain’t that right Bunnie? Bestest pussy I’ve ever tasted” he groaned “so sweet, so warm, so tight, so inviting”.

Eddie ran his fingers through your glistening folds again, through the lines of your sweet cream. Fingertips grazing over your entrance, causing a light shudder to fall down your spine and a yielding moan to fall from your lips. Your head fell back again into Eddie’s shoulder as his fingers pushed back up to your swollen bud. Tracing small figures of eight over the hardened nub, tingles and deeper moans falling from your mouth once more. The echoing pressure building in your stomach, the coil tightening with every relentless pass. Swift fingers dipped into your entrance fucking you onto his thick appendages, whilst his thumb took over the tight circles on your clit. A long groan spilling from your lips. Eyes slammed shut you breathed through your gritted teeth, coaching you through the satisfaction of what you were craving. “Don’t stop baby, I’m close” you whined into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie reached forward grabbing Gareth’s hands, bringing them to your throbbing core. “Touch her Gare, she’s so close, go on, feel her.” Gareth’s fingers almost trembled at the lightest touch on your slick folds. Eddie guided his fingers up to the swollen bud again, rolling the nib between both their fingertips. “That’s it Gare, just press right there” Eddis softly spoke. Gareth’s face shone with amazement as you writhed under their shared touch, breathy moans singing from your throat. All of a sudden you shuddered, shaking, climbing rapidly towards your high. A silent moan echoed as you hit the peak. Your face contorting, eyes squeezed tightly shut and pressed to O shape.

“That’s it sweetheart” Eddie cooed in your ear “Gonna give us another?” You nodded, head still swimming under the water. Continuing the punishment on your clit, and pussy, another strangling moan reverberated out your pink lips. Eddie plunged his fingers in and out, the pace intoxicating you further down the rabbit hole into pure sinful pleasure, overstimulation is starting to set in. “Eyes open Bunnie, I want Gareth to see those baby blues when you come for us again”. Peeling your eyes open to meet Gareth wanting ones, staring back into your tearful ones. Tear drops threatening to overspill your lashes as you came with another cry. Intaking heavy breaths to try and keep yourself grounded.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for us baby” Eddie muttered into your ears through his own heavy breaths. The constant bulge in your lower back twitching pressed into your damp skin. Glancing down you could the same reaction from Gareth, a growing damp patch of pre-cum seeping through the fly of his jeans. Eddie smiled a merciless grin again and your eyes widened at the sight, your strong tongue gliding across your lip taking it between your teeth as you looked back up to his boyish face.

“I wanna taste you” you said in awe to Gareth. “You heard the lady, Gare. You don’t wanna leave our little Bunnie waiting any longer, do you? Eddie enlivened. Gareth began stripping himself of his clothes quicker than you thought humanly possible. Ripping the hem of his Judas Priest shirt over his fluffy curls, shaking his hair down like an excited puppy through the neckhole. Fiddling with the button and fly of jeans with sticky fingers, ripping them down his strong muscular thighs, sprinkled with sparse brunette hairs. Kicking them off to the side, throwing his trainers with them. Leaving him in his red checked cotton boxers, large protruding tent front and centre.

You reached forward the palm over the clothed bulge, wiggling your fingertips tickling his balls, causing the boy to groan and gasp. “Always wanted to taste you Gare, you have such a pretty face. I’m glad I’m the one who's going to ruin you for every other girl after. I’m gonna blow your mind Gare, an’ your cock. Do you want that Gare? Your big fat cock stuffed in my pretty mouth” you purred, your fingers creeping over the elastic reaching down to grasp your fingers around his length. Gareth’s firm cock, didn’t feel as thick or long as Eddie’s but it definitely wasn’t small. You ran your fingers up and around his shift, feeling around 6 and halfish inches, with thick pulsing veins running up the sides.

Gareth gasped as you held a firm hold on his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down the shaft to get him used to the sensation. Your nails brushed against the curls at the base, running your fingertips through the hairs before going down to cup his aching balls. The soft skin was warm in your palm.

“Fuck” Gareth whispered out, head falling back to the ceiling,“your hands feel so soft Bunnie”. You giggled, looking up at the blissful blush painted across Gareth’s cheeks.

“Take these off for me please, Gare-bear. Wanna see you in all your glory now”, you parroted Eddie’s words. Gareth slowly pulled down his well-worn cotton boxers, his cock springing out and to attention. Your eyes fixated to his leaking cock, drool gathering in your mouth at the taboo thoughts of two best friends fucking you.

“Aww Bunnie, you're teasing him” Eddie cooed from the headboard, hand now palming himself over his jeans. “Why don’t you show him what a good girl you are, like when you suck Daddy’s cock”.

Your pleading eyes met Gareth’s blown out pupils. “Can I use my mouth on you Gareth?” you sweetly asked. “Sure Bunnie, I erm, sure yeah, I’d love that” he mumbled, still unbelieving this was happening. “Just sit back, if there’s anything you don’t like, let me know, yeah” you softly spoke. Placing a tender kiss on his lips.Gareth nodded in agreement.

Leaning down you kissed the tip of Gareth’s leaking cock, licking the pearls of pre-cum and swallowing them with a “hmmm”.

“Does he taste good, Bunnie?” Eddie called from behind, now folded over your back, placing a line of kisses down your spine. Shivers rickersahed through your body. Eddie’s fingers danced over your hips and waist and you pushed Gareth cock into your warm, wet, wanting mouth. Tongue licking the underside from base to tip, flicking Gareth’s frenulum. A hiss through his teeth at the sensitivity. Grinning you swallowed him, taking his whole length in your mouth, head beginning to bob up and down. His mouth curls tickling your nose on every bob of your head. You could hear encouraging hisses and groans from above.

Eddie now face buried in your ass, lips left wet open mouthed kisses across your peachy fullness, firm hands pulling your cheeks apart to see your tight hole. “Fuck Bunnie, you gonna let me play your ass, while you play with Gareth. Daddy loves watching you squirm, Princess.”

“Mmmm yeah Daddy, please” you moaned in replied lips leaving Gareth’s cock moment, as a big glob of spit travelled down your ass welling in your tight hole, lighting your super sensitive hole on fire with desire. Eddie’s fingers circled your puckered asshole, teasing the pressure as his finger slipped into the first knuckle, A loud moan ripped through your throat “Fuccckk” you cursed, your body shuddering as your mouth wrapped again round Gareth’s dripping cock, head bobbing back into a steady rhythm. Eddie continued to massage your tight hole, slowly pushing his fingertip in and out, spitting down between your cheeks again occasionally, to keep it slick. Teasing nibbles landing on your ass cheeks, as Eddie’s firm hands massaged your voluptuous peachy behind and slipping below to tease your clit some more.

Gareth was rapidly falling apart, soon to be losing control. His hands grasped your head, fingers tangled in your hair. “Fuck Bunnie, its to good. I don’t wanna cum just yet” he blurted out, worry slung across his face.

Releasing his cock from your flushed lips, you smiled, pulling yourself back and sitting on your heels. “Good boy” you praised, “so sweet for me” your sweetly smiled. “Do you want me to give me Teddy some attention whilst you calm down a little, then you can fuck my pussy when you feel ready, hmmm? I just wanna take care of you, don’t feel pressured though. We can stop anytime”. Honey dripped from your words.

How could you be this sweet to him, after all the times he’d heard you and Eddie fucking, it seemed slower, more sensual, all soft edges for him. You cared for him, you really cared he felt comfortable and safe. The decisions were his, but guided by you and Eddie. His best friend and his best friend’s insanely hot, sinfully curvaceous, loving girlfriend.

Gareth nodded in agreement, your sweet smile reassuring his anxiety. Turning your head to Eddie, your sweetness illuminating his face, sacrilegious smile fixated on his gleaming back at you. “Show me the goods, Big boy” you purred, crawling up the bed towards Eddie’s lap. “Someone’s awakened the minx in you today, Bun” he teased, as your hands hastily pulled his blue plaid boxer shorts down his thigh, unleashing Eddie’s rock hard cock. Hitting his stomach with the wet slap, precum beading at the tip. “Offft” Eddie gasped “easy Princess, don’t damage the goods!” Eddie joked. Eddie’s big hands encasping your face pulling you in, chapped, bitten lips meeting your plump, fleshy ones. Eddie’s tongue lazily swept over your bottom lip, before pushing forward into your soft, wet mouth. Releasing you with a smack of his lips again, a saccharine smile stretched across his face. Dreamy pools of chocolate stared back into yours, losing yourself in the black irises.

Gareth’s chokes shook you back to reality, “Fuck Ed’s, I didn’t know you’d got a piercing down there?” Gareth’s shocked questioning made you giggle. “Yeah, got it a few months back, when I was last up in Indy at the tattoo shop” Eddie laughed, “Thought fuck it, heard it good for the ladies and I know Bunnie here agrees” Eddie’s eyes flicked to your blushed face, “...and I mean why not adorn the trouser snake, it’s pretty metal right?” Eddie gestured to the circular ring through the end of his hard cock, the silver twinkling like a beacon in the dim light. Gareth was definitely straight that he knew, but he had to agree it did look great.

Your small hands gripped Eddie’s shaft, fingers running up the length and back down, teasing touches before you kissed the tip, featherlight. Kitten licking his slit, tongue wrapping the ring before softly sucking on the bulbous head. Eddie groaned in pleasure, head thrown back into the headboard, if he wasn’t so high and distracted he would definitely be in pain from the impact. “Fuck that’s hot” is all you hear above Eddie’s moans. Gareth’s awestruck face watching the scene before him. Stroking his own cock, whilst he switched between gazing at your puffy wet pussy, slick covered plush thighs and head bobbing up and down the length of Eddie’s cock.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked harder on Eddie’s dick. Gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail in his hands, lightly guiding you up and down on his length. “Shiiittt, Bunnie, your mouth feels so good princess” Eddie praised above you. “Always such a good slut for Daddy, that’s it, always take my dick so well.” Humming vibrations swelled in your throat as you took Eddie deeper in your throat. Your free hand drifting lower to cradle Eddie’s full balls in your hands, rolling them between your nimble fingers, gently squeezing the skin in your palm.

Usually you could spend all night with Eddie’s firm cock weighing on your tongue, but right now you were so turned on, the thoughts of two sets of hands caressing your skin, two mouths lapping over on your erect nipples and two piercing cocks splitting you open, watching you crumble and come undone. You needed more. Releasing Eddie’s cock from your lips, you satback on your knees, pushing your hair over your shoulder as Eddie let go and replaced your mouth with his own guitar calloused, motor oil stained hands.

Glancing over your shoulder at Gareth with wide eyes you softly spoke, “Want you Gare-bear, want you inside me” seduction dripping from every word. “Want you to fuck me, want your cum”, your hands playing with your budding nipples, lightly squeezing the bars through each, pulled and pressing into your heavy breasts, teasing yourself. Turning yourself round you crawled back over Gareth, sitting firm in his lap. Leaning in hot breath on his neck, placing wet kisses up the column of his throat. “You want me to ride you pretty boy?” you questioned, wide doe eyes looking at him.

Nodding Gareth placed his trembling hands over the podgy skin of your waist and hips, finger tips pushing into the squishy flesh, massaging the fat there adoringly. “Yeah Bunnie, please, please ride me, it’s all I’ve thought about every time we’ve smoked. Always wanted this, wanted you, but I thought I’d never get this, Eddie knows that. Always been jealous of you two” Gareth hushed out, glancing over to Eddie behind now behind you kissing your upper back and neck, his rough hands running up and down your spine. “It’s true Bun, should have seen his face after I told him we made it official, felt like I’d kicked a puppy”.

Rolling your head back to meet Eddie’s shoulder, Gareth’s hands wandered up to grasp your breasts, replacing yours mirroring your previous movements. “You want me to fuck you raw or I can get you a condom, we have some, Eddie can you grab one, I mean its your first time so it’s not like your not clean, I’m on the pill so ya know that’s not a issue…” you began to ramble, serious undertones checking consent before taking the plunge. “Yes, god yes” Gareth abruptly interrupted, “Jesus yes, I wanna fuck you so bad, please I wanna know what it really feels like, no barriers Bunnie please!”

Gareth’s impatience filled you confidence, adjusting your legs, your doughy thighs straddled Gareth’s hairy muscular ones, tense from years of drumming. Hovering your awaiting sopping pussy over his pearling cock, you rubbed his pink mushroom head through your soaked folds, rutting against your overly over-stimulated, sensitive clit. Causing all the air in the lungs to escape you, a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “You ready, handsome?” you whispered in his ear, lips tickling the shell of his ear, before looking into his eyes to check consent. Gareth’s hands held your hips as he nodded, his own breath stuck in his throat, stuttering a simple “yes, please”.

Lowering yourself down until Gareth’s mushroom tip pushed past your slick folds, you moaned at the intrusion. “Congrats Gare, you’re no longer a virgin” you giggled, sinking further down to hilt. “How’s it feel, buddy? Like warm apple pie? Like kisses from ya momma?” Eddie joked from behind you, cock in hand lazily stroking himself. “Fuck off Eddie” Gareth breathed out laughing. Reaching back you playfully shoved Eddie, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. After giving Gareth a minute to adjust to the wet warmth of your cunt, you began to move. Grinding down against his slender hips, building that sweet friction you desired to climb the hill of pleasure. “Fuck” Gareth sighed out, lolling his head back. “Jesus, this feels good”. “Mmm yeah, you feel good Gare, stretching my tight pussy out” you moaned out, placing your lips on Gareth grounding yourself as you rocked back and forth chasing your high.

Eddie’s deft hands found their way up your waist, rub and up over your tits, rolling your pert nipples between his fingers, you squeaked in pain and pleasure. Pulling and massaging the supple fullness of your supple breasts. Feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten again you started slowly bouncing on Gareth cock, letting him almost slip out before smashing your hips back down, the drag of his cock rubbing against your spongy spot, erupting gasps and moans falling from you lips as Gareth kissed your neck. Sinking deeper in the drowning pleasure of two mens attention entirely on you. “Good girlll…such a fucking good girl for us Bunnie” Eddie growled, extending the sound of the first L. Feeling needy you whined tilting your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder again, chasing his kiss.

Locking lips with Eddie, his cock now nudging your lower back and he helped guide you bouncing on his best friend cock. Gareth’s face was scrunched in concentration. Endless moans and gasps harmonising with yours, hands glued to the fat of soft your hips, grabbing the flesh and holding it tight. You knew you’d probably have bruises from his fingertips, but it was worth every purple mark he’d leave you as a reminder.

The knot in your stomach felt impossibly tight now. “Need to cum Ed’s, please” you whined. “Oooohh Sweetheart, so soon, you’re such a good girl letting us know. Go on, cum for us princess. Reward Gareth for making you feel so good with your cum, cream on over his big, thick cock for me” Eddie cooed. More harmonic whimpers and moans fell from your open lips, “I’m gonna cum… oh mmm… I’m cumming” you sweetly moaned. Eddie rewarded your permission by kissing your cheek as you fell forward, your body quaking in Eddie’s hands gripping firmly over Gareth’s shoulders to keep you upright.

Your nails leaving crescent moon imprints in his skin, as your orgasm washed over you. Your pussy cramped, milking Gareth’s cock as you chanted his name as you came. “Good fucking girl, look at you. All messy for us'”, Eddie praised as he kissed your shoulder, one, two, three times on a descending trail. Gareth immediately came after you, white spurts white washing your quivering, gummy walls. “Fuckkkkk Bunnie.” Gareth panted, trying to catch his breath gathering his thoughts, as he came back to earth. “That was amazing, God you’re so hot, I can’t believe we did this. Woah, shit, uh huh, yeah? Gareth John Emmerson, virgin no more. Certified sexually active male!” Thanks Bunnie, that's the hardest I’ve ever came. Does it always feel that good? Like, shit, wow” Gareth grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. You replied “You’re welcome Gare '' giggling, “Lost ya V-card now, finally. You stud! It was good yeah, you made me cum, so you’ve better than the guy I lost my virginity too. But you'll have to excuse me, I gotta take care of my Teddy now", a saccharine smile painted on your face and you turned your head to face your floppy haired sex demon of a boyfriend.

Feeling your combined spends dripping from your stuffed, spasming hole, you lifted yourself up off Gareth’s softening cock, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose before turning your attention towards Eddie. “Ooh Bunnie, are you still feeling lovey-dovey and fuzzy, or do you need your Daddy to show you who you really belong too?” Eddie’s hushed tones made chills run down your spine. Placing a messy kiss on your lips, all teeth and tongue. His hands grasp at the soft meat of your thighs, “Get over here now” pulling you into his lap.

Harsh kisses engulf your mouth as his hands come to hold the side of your head, fingers slayed to temples, thumbs tucked under your jaw. “My sweet girl” Eddie growls, pushing you back onto the worn threadbare sheets, under his weight. The instant your skin touched the butterscotch cream cotton, Eddie was on you, wet kisses and stripes of spit now adorning your neck and chest. Leaning back on his heel, head forward, his hair curtaining the devilish smirk prancing across his brow.

He plunged himself in you, leaving you no time to adjust, fucking into your sopping, creaming heat. Hands pinning you by the throat, to the mattress, your eyes spun back into your eye. Wrapping your legs around his slim waist, you pushed against his perfectly tight ass, driving him even further inside your spasming, saturated cunt.

The possessiveness of Eddie shook you, but you’ve never felt so exposed and turned on. Gareth’s eyes wide, softening cock now rapidly refilling with blood, blush creeping deep pink, up his neck and cheeks. Eddie fucked his best friend’s spend further inside you, the wet squelching sounds echoing throughout the room, as Eddie’s heavy balls slapped against your dribbling ass cheeks and sticky thighs. “Fuck Bunnie, you feel fucking amazing sweetheart. You like it when Daddy fucks Garebear’s cum inside you? Yeah, yeah I bet you do, I’m good to my princess, letting her play with her fuck toys. But don’t forget you’re mine!” Eddie growled through gritted teeth whilst pounding into your aching pussy. “My little sweet fuck toy. Daddy’s…little…cum…slut”, Punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.

Eddie fucked you at a relentless pace, he’d never been this rough before, it almost scared you, but definitely thrilled you most. Your pussy was throbbing at an alarming rate, the usual pattern of your orgasm being overtaken by an unignorable pressure in your pelvis. Every stroke of Eddie’s cock against your gummy walls, ascending you higher to your rapture, until it became too much to handle. “Eeeedddddiiiieeee, Mmm, Eddiie” you whimpered between harsh deep breaths. “Can’t hold it any more, I need to cum. Need to cum for you baby, please I need to cum” you pleaded. “Yeah cum for me princess, cum all over Daddy’s cock, my sweet girl.”

Releasing a silent scream, your eyes clamped shut. You suddenly felt a flooding wetness pouring between your thighs. Your own spend expelling from your creamy cunt, and dripping down your tighter hole below. “Ffffffuuuuuccccckkkkk Bunnie” Eddie gasped. “You’re fucking perfect, squirting all over Daddy’s cock. Sweetheart, I fucking love you Princess. I fucking love these perfect, big tits, I fucking love this fat ass and I fucking love this tight pussy” Eddie grappled and grabbed the fat of your waist as he sat back on his heels, watching his throbbing soaked cock, pumping in and out of you your wetness. Your spend still gushing down his cum gutter hips while each thrust forward. Your creamy spend matting the tight brunette curls at the base of his aching cock. Tilting his head back in pure bliss himself as your pussy massaged his cock. “That's it princess, keep squeezing my cock. Milk my cock. You want my cum, Sweetheart? You want Daddy’s cum too? Where do you want me to cum, my sweet girl?” Eddie questioned. “Inside Daddy, fill me full of your cum too, please. Please I want your cum Daddy, please, please, please. Need it please” you babbled, between soft whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

Eddie pounded into you a few more harsh thrusts, snatching all the breath from your lungs, until a throaty growl ripped from his own chest. One fuck into your pulsating soaked sex, he erupted inside you, coating your aching centre with his scent. Followed by three shallow jolts, fucking his spend deeper inside, a shiver rolling down his spine at the force he came with.

“Christ, Bunnie” Eddie huffed, head hanging down, catching his breath as his heart rate began to steady. “Fuck you trying to kill me here, since when could you squirt!? I’m a mess baby, you’ve made such a mess, my dirty, sweet girl” Eddie leant down over your heaving boneless form, placing a soft kiss to your lips, you giggled breaking the spell of haziness.

“Fuckkkk.” Another voice spoke.

Remembering the last hour of your life, both you and Eddie suddenly remembered the third in the room. The man you’d just taken the virginity of. In front and with the permission of your boyfriend. The man who’s now softening dick was slipping out of you. The crash back to reality dawning on your slightly stoned, post-orgasmic, purple hazed brains. The complications which could occur following this impulsive, drug-fueled decision.

“That… That, was hottest shit I’ve ever seen. How’d you do that man? How’d you make her do that? Bunnie, Bunnie how?” You could see Gareth’s mind untangling, the bewilderment evident on his face. The complete confusion baked into Gareth's face, made you and Eddie break into cackling laughter. Eddie rolling over and falling off the bed in a fit of convulsing giggling, kicking his legs at his friends expense, His sweaty mane, stuck to his pretty features.

After regaining his composure Eddie replied, “Just the prize of being a pure, unadulterated sex god, like me I guess Gare. You'll get there buddy, it just takes some practice, right Bunnie?” He chortled.

“Sure thing Eds, if you say so” you grinned back, hiding your face in your hands. Gareth's face is still frozen in a picture of awestruck shock. Standing off the bed, you addressed your lovers, “Look boys, I’m gonna grab a shower. How about you put your dicks away and roll me another blunt, I deserve to be doted on hand and foot after that performance, I also require a dr pepper and candy, please” your pleading eyes looking at Eddie & Gareth, before heading off to the bathroom of the clammy trailer.

“Welcome to the world of women Gare, this is the price we pay. You’re gonna be a slave to the pussy now, buddy.” Eddie joked, slapping Gareth on the back and he jumped up and followed you to the bathroom. “Gareth’s got it honey, I’ll help scrub your back sweetness”, Eddie threw a wink at Gareth before shutting the bathroom door and sliding the lock.

Gareth groaned looking down at his softening cock, realising he’d come a second time over his stomach, too frozen by the scene in front of him to register his own excitement spill again. Ropes of dripping white down his abs and in his treasure trail of curls. “Slave to the pussy? Shit, he’s got that right!” Gareth muttered to himself, cleaning his pearled stomach with an abandoned shirt. Reaching for the papers, grinder, Eddie’s weed and tobacco. “Slave to the god, damn, pussy! And it's not even mine! Whipped for another man’s girlfriend. I’m so fucked.”

“Edddddiiiiieeee, stop! Stooooop! No more! You’re insatiable!” Gareth could hear your giggles from inside the shower, Eddie’s wet kisses and lips circling, sucking and licking over your peaked nipples under the water stream. Groaning, he fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes to dull the ache that shot straight to his stiffening dick again.

“I’m so very FUCKED” he thought to himself.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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Hellfire Mom

After Steve starts dating Eddie, he starts trying to impress the rest of the members of Hellfire. It didn't take long once he started bringing baked goods on Hellfire nights. He keeps it up, and they start saying how much they love their mom. They joke about it so much that Eddie has a special shirt made for him. Steve wears it proudly every time. One evening, Steve was helping Gareth clean up when Gareth spoke up.

"Hey, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. We, uh, really like having you around. You make Eddie really happy, and I just wanted to say thank you for that, too. I know we weren't the best the first time around, but we were really protective of him after everything, and he showed up with Steve Harrington on his arm? Well, you surprised us in a very good way. You're good for Eddie. And I know we joke about it a lot, but if you guys ever decide to make the whole mom thing a reality, you would be really good at it. Both of you would make really good parents," Gareth said.

"Um, thanks, Gareth. I appreciate it," Steve said, sniffling.

"Gareth Emerson! Did you make your mother cry?!" Eddie exclaimed, coming up behind them with a scowl.

"It's happy tears, Eds. Our son was being really sweet," Steve said teasingly, and Gareth rolled his eyes.

"We raised them right, sweetheart," Eddie said as he threw his arm around Steve’s waist and clutched his chest. "I am so proud."

"Alright, dad, how about you finish cleaning up?" Gareth asked with a scoff and left.

"You need to tone down that attitude, son!" Eddie called after him.

After a while, Steve starts taking note of what everyone needs. He starts to carry a bag around, and when someone needs it, he would like a tissue out for them. In return, he would get a "Thanks, Mom!" and Steve would grin widely. One evening, Hopper and Joyce were dropping off Will when Hopper went to say hi. Gareth sneezed, and Steve immediately handed him a tissue out of his bag. Gareth thanked him.

"You know you're not actually their mom, right?" Hopper asked.

"Huh?" Steve asked because Hopper was standing on his left side, and he couldn't hear him. Gareth stood behind Steve and glared at Hopper.

"Don't listen to him, mom," Gareth said.

"I literally didn't hear anything he said," Steve said as he walked into the drama room.

"Don't stand on his left side, honey, remember?" Joyce said.

"You don't think it's weird?" Hopper asked.

"Deaf people exist, Hop," Joyce said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Not that, jeeze," Hop said. "The whole mom thing he has going on."

"I think it's sweet. It's how he shows his love. I think he's going to make a great mom one day," Joyce said.

"He's a guy, Joyce," Hop replied.

"And Hawkins is a small town," Joyce said. "And yet, there's another demension underneath it."

"Your point?"

"That you don't have to be this one thing that everyone tells you that you are or can be. Why can't he be called a mom? Cause he's a guy? It's all just made up words, Hop," Joyce said.

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Two)

Cafeteria Conversions

Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used) / The Hellfire club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Mentions of eating, Mentions of bullying, Gareth being soft, the entire Hellfire Club being adorable in regards to their newest member

Notes Prequal - Please let me know what you want to see in this series! This one has a much more Introverted!Reader than the first instalment, so keep that in mind!

Notes - I know this took a longggg time to come out, I'm dealing with a lot right now, but really wanted to write some more and interact a little again, thank you to those of you who haven't left, and haven't stopped supporting me. I see your messages and asks, and I appreciate them, thank you <3 (THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK, AND I AM AWARE OF THAT FACT.)

Notes Epilogue - Just to clear some things up for a few people, my idea is that last school year, Little Terror, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Jason Carver were all in their senior year. This year Gare is taking his senior year again, and 'The Party' are now in the eleventh grade! Little Bunny is also in their senior year, this allows me space to make a third part with characters from 'The Party' be the leader of Hellfireclub and co, and another little set in the next year, if I chose to do so. (I am aware this isn't canon, but I'm making it my stories cannon!)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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Gareth walked Bunny to their first class, taking note of which room they'd be in just before lunch, promising to pick them up, but ever since then he'd been freaking out. He was excited, sure, but worry creeped in not long after, the reality of him being the lead of the group, not just leading them in D&D but now in babysitting was scary.

'I'm just a phone call away.' Eddie's words filled his mind, though they made him more mad than reassured, he could do this, he didn't want to seem weak to Eddie, to everyone else, especially not to Little Bunny.

When the bell for lunch rang the english class grew busy, Dustin running to Gare's desk. "Same lunch table?" He asked, his books spilling out of his bag, hair disheveled.

"No." Gareth nodded his head, trying to seem confident in his decision. "Gather the others and meet me in Game room." Gareth stood up quickly, getting ready to run to Bunny's classroom, leaving a confused, yet intrigued, Dustin behind.

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"Y/n!" Gareth whisper yelled, Bunny turning their head to look at him, their nose scrunching in excitement. "Are you ready for lunch?" He panted, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to stay cool as sweat threatened to drip.

"Mhm." They smiled, following as Gareth led them to the Game room, swinging their arms back and forth.

"Good." Gareth cleared his throat before continuing. "Um, my friends and I meet for lunch, is that okay?" He asked anxiously, hoping his plan would work out.

"Are dey nice?" Y/n looked to him, a worried expression replacing their previously content one.

"Oh yeah, plus I'm sure they'll treat you like royalty." He added.

"Why?"

"Right." He chuckled, struggling to come up with the words to explain their situation. "We play Dungeons and Dragons, but we also babysat a little last year." Y/n nodded their head. "I don't have to tell the group that you're a little, but they're pretty good at knowing." He admitted, hoping that what he was saying was okay.

Y/n stopped walking, eyes trained on the ground, fingers playing with the hem of their shirt. "Are dey gonna make fun of me?"

Gareth's heart broke a little, he hoped that one day he could meet a little who hadn't been made fun of, but clearly a group of accepting and willing people was still unheard of. "No, no Bunny, they won't." He smiled, placing his hand on their shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "They'll play games with you, they'll talk about toys with you, watch fun movies with you, hold your hand if you're scared, and babysit you when I can't take care of you, they're all very nice, and won't me mean at all." He reassured them, Y/n's eyes meeting his, not a sense of doubt found in his expression.

"You're gonna take care of me?" They asked, trying their best to hide back an excited smile.

"Of course, I found you, so I get dibs." He laughed, Y/n giggling back at his joke. "Anything you need, you can come to me, anything, okay?" The two of them nodded their heads. "And if you can't find me, you can find one of the group members, and they'll help you anyway they can."

"I don' wanna bother anyone though." Y/n admitted nervously.

"Bunny, you're not a bother! I was super stressed this morning, I don't like school very much." Gareth laughed. "But when I ran into you my day got better, you aren't a bother, if anything we will bother you."

"Okay." Y/n smiled. "Okay, 'm excited."

"Me too."

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"Thank god!" Dustin called out as Gareth entered the room, Y/n behind him, not ready to truly meet the group. "Can you tell me why we're in here? I'm hungry!" Dustin's voice was loud, making Y/n instinctively reach for Gareth's hand, their head peaking past him to see who was yelling so loudly.

"Calm down." Mike whispered, more aware than Dustin that clearly something was happening.

"Who here actually likes eating in the cafeteria?" Gareth asked, the group looking to one another in confusion. "Lucas you hate the basketball guys, Mike you gave me a thirty minute talk in math today about how El struggles with loud noises, Dustin you talk about how your legs fall asleep on the benches, and I hate a whole room of people just looking at us, laughing at us." The room was silent, a few people nodding their heads. "So we're going to be eating in here, everyone pick a seat, and calm down." He smiled, walking into the room further, Y/n blindly following behind him.

"Who is that?" El loudly asked, the newbie not in Mike's Hellfire rundown.

Gareth ignored the groups whispers for a few seconds, setting his bad on the DM chair, his DM chair, and pulling a smaller seat next to his for Y/n. "This is Y/n." He said, still shielding them from the group slightly, not sure if they wished to be introduced fully to the chaos just yet. "They're new to the school, and needed a buddy this morning."

Mike and Lucas seemed to know what Gareth meant right away, that Y/n was a little, and that's why they were here, but Will and El looked very confused, and Dustin didn't seem to be on the same page as anyone. "So another player?" He asked, Mike and Lucas rolling their eyes as Gareth let his face fall into his hand.

"No, Y/n is a little, I'm not only changing where we eat lunch, but I'm starting back up Hellfire Babysitting Club." Gareth proudly said. "And this time we're going to have rules, and a schedule, I don't need Y/n eating soap, or getting into trouble like Little Terror."

Y/n giggled and the group smiled, El and Will still confused, waiting for a better explanation. "I don't get it." Will admitted.

"You guys." Gareth gestured to everyone but Y/n. "Explain what this all is, and what went down last year, and tomorrow we'll reconvene and talk about how things will work here on out." Gareth hoped that the group would respond well to some structure, Eddie liking to just hope things work out fine while winging it. Gareth hoped that making some rules, and implementing new things would let the group stay strong, and would alleviate the stress from his shoulders.

"Can we say hi to the baby?" El asked, taking her seat at the table, trying to peek past Gareth at them.

Everyone went silent, looking at El confused, Mike sighing before weighing in. "I talked to her about Eddie and Little Terror already." He explained.

"Baby please." She said a little more harshly, Mike sending Gareth a look full of warning, knowing El would move him if he didn't move.

Gareth stepped aside, Y/n's sitting frame, cheese string in one hand, the stuffed bunny in another, coming into view, a sweet smile on display for everyone. "Hi."

"I called them Little Bunny this morning." Gareth admitted, smiling as he watched Y/n look around the room, everyone smiling back at them.

"Little cheese fingers." El said seriously, opening her own lunch box and moving on, the group bursting out laughing at her words, though no one argued the name, just sat down too, pulling out their own lunch boxes and silently welcoming the new member.

#gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things age regression #hellfire club x reader #hellfire babysitting club #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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Headcanon that Gareth loves skateboarding so he and Max are actually pretty good friends and he's the one who suggested to Max he should start seeing the school counsellor after Billy died.

#just want more gareth appreciation #give fluffy hair boy more love #give max more older brothers #he just gives me skater vibes #stranger things headcanons #stranger things #stranger things s4 #st4 #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #max stranger things

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aidansloth · 1 year

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{Toilet Stalls - Gareth Emerson X Reader}

Summary: Reader gets their period at a rather unconventional time and Gareth helps.

Warnings: the readers gender isn't specified but they have their period and go in the girls' toilets, period stuff, swearing, they/them and you/you pronouns used.

Words: 1.8k

Taglist: @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @manyfandomsfanvergent

a/n: in this one-shot you and Gareth aren't together yet. I tried making it longer than usual, not sure it turned out okay (feedback is very appreciated). this took me less than a day to write??? ohmygodhow???

"Hey! It's not my fault the bartender stabbed you!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have flirted with him, how's that?" Jeff and Grant were arguing again about the last DnD session while everyone else was either enjoying the drama or having their own little chat at the Hellfire table.

You and Gareth were laughing at their dramatics as Eddie restrained from throwing his pretzels at them, affectionately of course. You had been feelinga bit off today, a bit more irritable than usual but their theatrics did make you feel better at least. Gareth also did, just by being there honestly. You didn't tell anyone about the headache you had, but Gareth sort of knew something was up with you. He even offered you half of the roasted potatoes on his plate, which meant a lot since they're the only edible thing the school cafeteria offered. The others were too invested in the arguement to notice the little gesture.

"I told you, I didn't know she was a changeling!"

"That's 'cause your rolls are shit!"

You tried to suffocate a laugh at the last comment (at which Eddie lost his temper and hit Jeff in the eye with the tiny pretzel), Gareth instead didn't even try to contain himself as he burst into laughter. God his laugh was so pretty.

You winced at the strong pain in your head and then it hit you. Fuck. You felt the glob of blood leave your insides, and your face grimaced. You didn't even have a pad on you, you just had to forget to refill your bag with them. You were truly fucked. You stood up in a rushed manner and told everyone you needed the bathroom. They all nodded apart from Jeff and Grant were truly too wound up in their little bickering to notice you. Gareth looked at you leaving, partly worried at your sudden leave. He knew you refused to go to the toilet during lunch (even when the teachers told you off for going during class) because 'Lunch time is for eating, not pissing. Otherwise they would've called it piss break'. You did get detention when you said that to the supply teacher, but his face was totally worth it, or so you said. Either way, he can't just run after you, can he?

You ran across the semi-empty halls not caring about the weird looks you got, it's not like you weren't used to them by now. As soon as you reached the toilet you flung yourself inside the furthest of the stalls and locked yourself in it. Turning around you remembered that the school's budget was indeed shit, as the toilets were without toilet seats. Quickly, you pulled down your pants and saw a dark red stain on them. Sighing, you leaned on the wall near you and slid down it. Probably shouldn't since these walls haven't been washed in God knows how long.

I'm so fucked. What am I going to do now? I'll probably just stay in here until school is over and rush out after everyone is gone.

Were you being a tad bit dramatic? Maybe, but it's not like toilet paper is going to contain your heavy flow. The guys surely didn't have any pads or tampons with them, and it's not like you can ask the other girls in your classes; apart from not liking you very much, they also didn't have the whole 'supporting eachother' thing down.

You tried to steady your breath when you felt your eyes fill themselves with tears, which began staining your cheeks. You bit down onto your lip and tried to blink the tears away uselessly.

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Minutes had gone by, he didn't know how many precisely, but way too many for a quick piss. Gareth kept eyeing the cafeteria entrance but nothing, you were nowhere to be seen. Sure, you didn't specify that you had to pee, but it's not like you were taking a shit in there, you weren't that brave. Maybe you felt sick. Maybe you had been sick. You looked sick from this morning, he knew you weren't going admit that though, so he offered help from the sidelines. I mean, at least they accepted the roasted potatoes, meaning they aren't that ill.

Anxiety crept up in him, he began bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers on the table. What if you fainted or something? What if you were throwing up by yourself? And he wasn't there to help you.

"What's wrong Gare?" his head shot up at his name being mentioned.

"What?"

"Something wrong, you're fidgeting." Eddie stared at him curiously. Gareth gulped, then spoke.

"They've been gone a bit too long, don't you think?"

"They're probably taking a shit." said Grant.

"At school?" they all looked at eachother and collectively agreed that no one in the right mind would do that in the school toilets. Gareth stood up and passed his Dr. Pepper to Jeff, who had been eyeing it all lunch.

"I'm going to check on them." the others nodded at him and Jeff gave him a pat on the back and a knowing look. He sighed at his best friend and left. He made his way through the corridors and when he arrived to the toilets he froze. He could hear sniffling and heavy breathing; he checked if the hallways were empty before cautiously stepping into the toilets. He wasn't fond of entering the girl's toilets like this but he was sure it was you in that stall, and no way in hell was he going to leave you like that.

"Hey, sugar?" he flinched at his own words, realising the pet name that slipped up. The sniffling and the breathing stopped for a second.

"Gareth?"

"That's me." He could hear your voice muffled and hiccup-y; it made his heart clench.

"What are you doing here?" you sat up unconsciously and tried to dry your own tears, as if he could see you. Gareth let out a surprised sigh at your question.

"You've been gone for like, ten minutes you know. And don't say you've been peeing, because it does not take you that long to pee. It doesn't take anyone that long to pee." Gareth sat down in front of your stall cross-legged. You smiled softly, glad that he was here with you. Before you could get a word in you hear some ruffling and then a hand appears under the stall's door. Gareth just gave you a tissue.

"Thank you." you said chuckling.

"So, you going to tell me why you're crying in the school toilets like this is a teenage drama?" he tried to soften the mood, earning another chuckle from you. You stared fondly at the tissue before wiping your tears away.

"I, ehm-" you gulped and steadied you breathing, "I got my period." There was a moment of silence.

"Can I come in?" you were shocked at first, that he wanted to see you now, at all times. You agreed and unlocked the door for him; he got in and sat next to you, giving you a smile.

"Does it hurt really bad? Or is it like, a heavy flow?" you were happily surprised at his words, that he even knew those words honestly. Thank you Mrs. Emerson.

"No- well yes, but that's not the reason I'm crying."

"Why are you crying then?" He looked even more worried than before. You looked down at the dirty toilet floor and started fidgeting with your hands.

"I don't have any pads. Or tampons, for that matter. Toilet paper around my underwear is not going to be enough for the rest of the day and my pants are already stained. It's not like I can just ask the other girls for pads you know," you were starting to ramble and the tears were building up again, "and- and I'm just going to... stay here. For the rest of the day you- you know, 'cause what can I do? I should have remembered to bring pads, fuck! I'm so, so stupid-"

"Hey! You're not stupid, alright? You forgetting something does not mean you're stupid." He turned to you and cupped your face as if you were going to break apart any minute. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, wiping the last tears away. You just stared at him, unable to speak; suddenly Gareth's eyes lit up.

"I think I have a solution to your problem, I just need to go and get it, okay sugar? I'll be gone for just a minute." He quickly stood up giving you a kiss on the top of your head and left running, while you pretended that your heart didn't just skip a beat at the pet name.

As he promised, he came back running and got in your stall rushing.

"Here." You looked at what he had just handed you, it was a pad. You kept your gaze on it, blinking with your mouth agape, unable to form words. Now that you stared at it a bit more, you noticed it was a heavy flow pad, and one of the top brands too. Where did he find a pad?

"Where- who- how, how do you have this? Who did you ask?" your gaze switched between him and the pad.

"No one. I had it in my bag."

"You- you carry pads? In your- your bag? With you?" He chuckled and nodded.

"I usually have them with me in case my sister gets her period and doesn't have any on her, but I thought it was better to carry them all the time, if anyone was ever in need of one." He smiled proudly, happy that his good thinking managed to help someone, especially because you were that someone.

"God, remember me to thank your mom next time I see her." This got a laugh out of him, a sweet, warm laugh that made you all tingling inside.

"Well, I'll let you get changed." He stood up, dusting off his knees and as he was about to open the door you stopped him.

"Wait, what about my pants? They're already stained."

"Right, forgot about that. Here," he took off the sweater he was wearing and handed it to you, "tie it around your waist." You nodded and as you followed his words he noticed how cute you looked with his sweater around you, his cheeks began to darken. God, they're not even wearing it and you're this flustered? You're so whipped.

"Thank you so much. I'll give it back to you tomorrow, okay?" You can keep it if you want. Gareth refrained from saying those words, instead he just nodded. The two of you exited the toilets and stopped in the corridors. You thanked him again and hugged him real tight, his arms around you felt right. Like they were meant to be there, to protect you. His lips turned into a tiny smile and he kissed your cheek. Then the hug broke.

"Well, see you later sugar." You said as you started walking backwards in the opposite direction. You smirked to yourself as you noticed his cheeks getting more red than ever. God, you're whipped.

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Romeo & Juliet Mercutio

Part 1

(Based on this little snippet.)

Steve smiles at Nancy, “You look beautiful, Nance.”

She blushes and looks down at the rich, plum velvet adorned with fake pearls on the bodice. Steve takes the opening, a glimmer of hope slipping into his heart, “You’re the perfect Juliet.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, “We’ll see.”

“Nancy!” Someone yells, “Places.”

“I gotta go, Steve.” Nancy says, already stepping away.

Steve nods, “Yeah, yeah. Uh, hey. Good luck – or no! Shit. I take that back.” He points and smirks at her, “Break a leg, Nance.”

Nancy smiles but turns away and heads backstage without another word. Steve heads to his seat. He sits down in the third row beside Mike. Mike looks at him with a flat expression that exudes boredom to a degree that is honestly impressive. Steve gives him a thin, close smile. Mike rolls his eyes and slouches further in his seat.

Yeah. That. Steve thinks as he looks around the filling auditorium.

His eyes catch Jonathan standing at the edge of the stage, near the steps. He fiddles with something on his camera, adjusts the lens. But then stops. He gives a small wave to something off stage.

Steve’s heart sinks and he forces himself to ignore it, refuses to name the feeling gathering around his chest.

The lights flash three times.

Mike sighs.

Mrs. Wheeler turns to him and whispers something in his ear.

Steve settles back in the stiff auditorium chair as the lights finally go down and the curtain starts to move back.

The play starts and Steve is uncomfortable. He frowns. Feels the hot flush of frustration on the back of his neck. Shakespeare. Why couldn’t it be like the Wizard of Oz or some shit?

He sinks lower in his seat, gets similarly close to Mike’s position. He bites his bottom lip and tries to focus on the actors not the words, which honestly just sound like riddles. He knows enough about Romeo & Juliet to get the general gist and figures what he can’t understand he can piece together through their actions and the set design. Except…the actors suck.

Mike audibly groans as the lights dim after the first scene. And Steve doesn’t blame him.

The second scene starts and none of the actors are really any better. Romeo, who on the back of pamphlet is played by freshman Gareth Emerson, isn’t that bad. He has a soft face, but he has the chops. His voice is steady and loud, and it fills the auditorium easily. And while it takes a second for Steve to solve the riddling lines, he can appreciate Gareth’s delivery.

And when Nancy walks onto the stage, she delivers her lines as if she was born as Juliet. As if Nancy is the charade. Her voice is as soft as it ever is, but it rings clear. Sounds like music the way the lines rhyme at the end. Steve smiles brightly as her first scene comes to an end.

Between Garth and Nancy, it helps alleviate most of the bad performances. But not entirely. Steve thinks it must be stage fright or something. But it’s like everyone just freezes. Even Nancy and Gareth are guilty of it. They stand on the stage like they are stuck in tar. And sure, Steve isn’t necessarily artistic in any form, but he figures it has to be similar to playing any kind of sport. Coach Morgan’s voice comes screaming to life in his head, “Stationary players mean you lost the game, you have the whole field or court – use it!” And Steve thinks the same thing has to apply here, it must.

Steve looks over at Mike. Mike is grimacing. He looks to Jonathan. Jonathan is standing in the same spot by the stage steps, but he is not aiming his camera at the stage. Steve takes that as confirmation.

Steve frowns. They have at least another hour of this.

But then scene four opens. The scenery changes to a street meant to be somewhere in Italy during early evening. The lighting is warm, and the sound department plays a track of a fountain and what Steve thinks are horses and soft chatter. Some extras stand oddly still in the background wearing masks and holding torches.

Gareth walks onto the stage with the kid playing Benvolio, some Stanly Richards Steve vaguely recognizes. They freeze like statues beside the fake fountain as Gareth delivers the scene’s first lines.

As he speaks a taller actor walks out onto the stage. He saunters onto the stage dressed in all black with gold details sewn on the sleeves and around the collar of his tunic. His dark curls are held back with a gold ribbon in a very loose French braid. He puts one leg up on the edge of the fake fountain and props his head in one hand on his knee. He blinks and Steve realizes he is wearing black eyeliner and gold glitter on his eyelids.

Steve swallows. Feels sweat pinprick his skin on his neck and under his arms. Feels his heartbeat pick up.

The older boy stands back to full height as Gareth says something to him. He walks a few steps into the center of the stage. He turns back and dramatically flings his hand out towards Gareth, his voice is deep and has a slight rasp to it as he sighs, “Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.”

Gareth starts to reply, still frozen by the fountain. But Steve isn’t paying attention, he is twisting the pamphlet in the low light to try and figure out who is in the scene now. The cast list is set up by order of appearance and if Steve is following everything right, this is Mercutio. Played by Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson.

Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

Steve quickly looks back up as Mercutio says, “You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings, and soar with them above a common bound.”

Steve feels like he’s blushing. Because that is Eddie “The Freak” Munson. The kid he knows as basically a heap of hair in the back of homeroom as he sleeps for the first period. The kid that gives obnoxious speeches during lunch on occasion. The kid who supplies half the school with whatever drug they want at a party and even not at parties.

And here he stands, in black skintight leggings and a matching tunic and eye makeup. And he’s…good. Like really good. He is stealing the show.

Steve swallows.

Mercutio walks over to the fake trellis of roses and fiddles with one of the blooms, “If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.” He turns back and looks at Romeo, puts his hands on his narrow waist, “Give a case to put my visage in: a visor for a visor!” And to everyone’s shock, Romeo walks over to a table which is set up like a merchant’s booth. Mercutio smirks and slinks up beside him, picks up one of the masks from the table and holds it up so the audience can see it, “What care I, what curious eye doth quote deformities?” He playfully teases Romeo with the mask, covers Gareth’s face and then his own, he smirks, “Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.”

Romeo swats him away and picks up a feathered mask. Places a coin on the merchant’s table.

Mercutio passes the mask he was holding to Benvolio and picks up another mask. This one is gold with black detailing and will only cover half of his face.

Romeo sighs, “And we mean well in going to this mask, but tis no wit to go.”

Eddie comes and sits beside Romeo at the fountain, adorns his mask. He looks at Romeo, tilts his head, “Why, may one ask?”

“I dream’d a dream tonight.”

“And so did I.”

Mercutio looks out at the audience as Romeo says, “Well what was yours?”

Steve swears their eyes lock. His face feels like it must be the same shade as the fake roses littering the stage. Eddie smirks. Steve’s stomach flips and knots.

Eddie plays with his bottom lip pulling it into his mouth with his teeth before releasing it, his eyes still borrowing into Steve’s. He smiles and slowly pulls his eyes back to Gareth and says, “That dreamers often lie.”

And when Eddie starts his monologue, Steve is hypnotized. He forgets momentarily that there are other people in the room. For a second it’s as if Eddie is delivering his speech just to him. The way he dances around the stage, the way he lowers and raises his voice as if he is signing. It’s a spell. It’s magic. And the spell doesn’t break until Gareth interrupts.

The reality comes bursting right back in. Steve is suddenly hyper aware of Mike sitting beside him, of the sound of the fans lazily spinning above them, of someone coughing behind them.

And Steve is aware of the butterflies swooping in steep arcs in his stomach as he watches Mercutio.

He’s just a good actor….

But every time Mercutio steps onto the stage, Steve can’t help but stare. He watches the older boy even when other actors are talking, when all Eddie is doing is just milling around in the background. He watches Eddie’s lips as he speaks, watches the way his eyes flash and twinkle under the stage lights as he stares intently at the other actors or looks out at the audience, watches his hands when he gestures or picks up props.

And Steve is even watching when he knows he should be paying attention to Nancy. But every time he tries to center his attention anywhere else, he finds himself drawn back to Mercutio. Like a moth to the damn flame…

The lights come up and the stage is set on the street again. Only now it is lit in warm, bright light. Birds chirp with the fountain sound and extras stand in the background.

Benvolio and Mercutio enter the stage among some more extras.

And immediately Steve’s focus is glued to Eddie.

They stop beside the fountain and Benvolio opens the scene. Eddie fans himself with his hand, his lips in a full pout.

“Am I like such a fellow?” Benvolio asks.

Mercutio sighs, drops his hand dramatically. He rolls his eyes and says, “Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.”

A few people in the audience chuckle.

Steve smiles. Watches Eddie’s lips as he talks.

And then Tybalt walks in followed by two others. He looks at his party and points over to Mercutio and Benvolio, “Follow me close, for I will speak to them.” He crosses the stage and stops, frozen, before Mercutio, “Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.”

Mercutio puts his hands on his hips, his fingers trailing over the hilt of a plastic sword, “And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.”

Romeo enters and the sound cuts. Turns to a low rumble. The lighting turns a rich orange. The tension in the scene is mounting.

And Eddie starts pacing. Steve thinks he looks like a predator. A wolf.

“I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better than canst devise. Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. And so, good Capulet – which name I tender as dearly as mine own – be satisfied.” Gareth says giving a stiff bow to Tybalt.

Eddie rolls his eyes, drops his shoulders and yells, “O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccado carries it away.”

Steve holds his breath.

The fake sword is drawn. And in a chilling, eerie tone Eddie spits, “Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?”

Tybalt throws out his arms, “What wouldst thou have with me?”

Mercutio points his sword at him, “Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste. Lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.”

Tybalt draws his sword, “I am for you.”

Gareth steps between them and looks at Eddie whose eyes are glued to Tybalt with a wildness that makes Steve blush. Romeo begs, “Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.”

Mercutio pushes him to the side, sword still pointed at Tybalt, “Come sir, your passado.”

The lights drop to a sickening red. And Mercutio and Tybalt step into a choreographed fight.

Steve can see Eddie is trying his best to match the energy of the other actor, to make it seem justified as the battle sways out of his favor.

Steve bites his lip. His skin feels like it itches.

Tybalt stabs Mercutio and then runs off the stage.

Eddie drops, a single red light focused on him. He touches his ribs and looks at his hand as if it comes away with blood. He lets out a groan that sends shivers down Steve’s spine.

“I am hurt.”

Gareth drops to one knee beside him in the red spotlight and grabs one of Eddie’s hands.

Mercutio looks up at him and then off towards where Tybalt fled. He wrenches his hand away and groans again, louder this time.

The sound should absolutely not hit Steve in the way he feels it, but it does. Steve closes his eyes for a second and hopes that Mike is not paying attention to him, because he swears even in the dark the flush in his skin could be visible.

He opens his eyes when Eddie starts talking again. Eddie’s voice is growl, “A plague! O’ both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?!”

Benvolio steps into the spotlight, “What art thou hurt?”

Mercutio’s head lolls to the side, “Ay. Ay. A scratch, a scratch; marry tis enough. Where is my page?” A younger boy steps forward into the spot light. Mercutio points at him with a shaky hand, “Go, villain. Fetch a surgeon.”

The boy runs off.

Romeo reaches for the shaking hand again, but Mercutio snatches it back to his chest. Romeo hangs his head, “Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.”

Mercutio’s voice drops, it’s soft, “No. Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but tis enough. Twill serve.” He touches his ribs again and looks at his hand, “Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.” He looks up at the red light and yells, “A plague on both your houses!” His head drops and he cries out, “Zounds a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic!”

Mercutio grows quiet. He looks up at Romeo. He lifts a shaking hand and cusp Romeo’s cheek.

Steve is on the edge of his seat.

With his hand still on Gareth, Eddie’s voice drops to a crushing baritone as he sorrowfully looks into Gareth’s eyes, “Why the devil came you between us?” He inches closer to Gareth, his voice thick and rough as if he were going to cry, “I was hurt under your arm.”

Steve swears he can hear Mrs. Wheeler crying but he can’t turn away from Eddie to look. Mike sighs though and he figures his assessment is correct.

Romeo grips at the hand still on his cheek, his voice is small, “I thought all for the best.”

Mercutio smirks and drops his hand from Romeo’s face. He looks up at Benvolio, “Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint.” He looks back at Romeo and whispers, “A plague on both your houses. They have made worms’ meat of me. I have it, and soundly too.”

Benvolio helps Mercutio to his feet, one arm around this middle. Mercutio’s arm slips over his shoulders.

He looks down at Romeo and hisses, “Your houses.”

And then Benvolio and Mercutio leave the red spotlight, disappearing backstage.

Gareth’s voice is loud as he starts talking to the audience. Steve looks over. Mike is looking less bored. Mrs. Wheeler is crying. And Mr. Wheeler is asleep. No one seems to notice the butterflies lingering in Steve.

Benvolio rushes back onto the stage and yells, “O Romeo, Romeo! Brave Mercutio’s dead!” The audience gasps. Benvolio stutters for a second and then adds, “That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, which too untimely here did scorn the earth.”

Steve sighs. The most interesting part of the performance was not coming back.

The rest of the play passes in a blur. When the actors all come out for a final bow Steve cannot help but stare at Eddie Munson. His hair is no longer in a loose French braid and when he bows his dark curls are tossed back in a wild fashion.

Steve’s stomach curls.

Steve stands awkwardly with Nancy’s family as they wait for her to reemerge with the rest of the cast. She comes out smiling, her stage makeup still on but now dressed in a pale pink sweater and jeans. She steps down off the stage and looks at everyone.

“Nancy!” Mrs. Wheeler gushes, “Honey, you were amazing. Who would have known we had our very own Judy Garland in the family?”

Nancy blushes and rolls her eyes, “Mom.”

“You did so good. Ted, wasn’t she amazing?” Mrs. Wheeler turns to Mr. Wheeler who looking at the floor.

He looks up lazily and says, “Yeah. Good job, Nancy.” Then he looks right back at the ground.

Mike rolls his eyes and steps forward, “Good job.”

Nancy smiles, “Thanks.”

“What did I tell you, Nance?” Steve interjects, “You are the perfect Juliet. Just wonderful.”

Nancy blinks her doe eyes at him and says, “Thank you, Steve.”

“Nancy,” Mrs. Wheeler says, “who was the boy who played Mercutio?”

“Oh, Eddie?” Nancy answers, “Wasn’t he just fantastic? He really brought everyone to life. He was offered the role of Romeo, but he really wanted to play Mercutio. And honestly, he was like born for it.”

Steve’s stomach burns with butterflies the second Eddie’s name drops into conversation. He puts his hands on his hips, hoping his face is as neutral as possible. He looks down at the dirty auditorium carpet.

“He really was incredible.” Mrs. Wheeler says, a slight sigh to her voice.

“Oh, there he is now. Eddie!” Nancy calls.

Steve jerks his head up and watches as Eddie Munson walks down the stage towards them. His hair is up in a messy bun now and he’s wearing a faded black t-shirt under a leather jacket. He has his hands tucked in the pockets of his acid wash jeans, which are skintight and Steve’s not sure how he even got his hands into the pockets. The closer he approaches Steve notices the eyeliner and gold glitter still cling to his face.

He comes down the stage steps and awkwardly stops beside Nancy. He nods and gives a small, “Nance.” He looks over at Mike, who gawks at him with a curious expression, before looking between Mrs. and Mr. Wheeler.

Mr. Wheeler gives him a completely open look of disgust.

Eddie smiles brightly at him and extends his hand, “Mr. Wheeler.”

Mr. Wheeler actively bites his tongue. Steve can see his jaw working as he quickly shakes Eddie’s hand. Mr. Wheeler sighs and walks off muttering something about going to the car and to hurry up.

Eddie smirks and then turns to Mrs. Wheeler. He extends his hand to her. She shakes his hand and warmly says, “You did a great job. You honestly had me in tears when you died.”

Eddie smiles.

Mike crosses his arms, “Mom, you were sobbing.”

Mrs. Wheeler chuckles, “Yeah, ok. You caught me. But it really was that good! You should consider pursuing acting professionally. I watch soap operas all the time and you could blow some of them out of the water even now.”

Steve thinks he sees a light blush on Eddie’s cheeks, but it quickly disappears as he mutters, “Thank you.”

Mrs. Wheeler beams and places a hand on Mike’s shoulder, “Come on Mike, let’s go before your dad has a fit. Nancy, we’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be home in a bit.” Nancy smiles.

Mrs. Wheeler and Mike leave. And then Eddie turns to Steve.

He dips into a low bow and says dryly, “King Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “Nah, man. It’s –”

Eddie stands back up and tilts his head. He smiles, “I gotta go. But it was a pleasure. As always.” He looks at Nancy and winks, “Nancy.” He turns and just his chin out, but a smirk touches his lips, “Harrington.”

Steve watches him walk out of the auditorium, half listening as Nancy starts gushing about all the ways they can improve by the next performance.

Steve heads home after dropping Nancy off at her house. He’s greeted by silence and dark, cold rooms but he barely registers it.

He changes out of his polo and jeans, switching them for an old tee and pair of basketball shorts before flopping onto his bed. He stares up at the popcorn ceiling.

All he can think about is Eddie. Mercutio.

It’s a cruel joke. His mind keeps replaying the part when Eddie cupped Romeo’s cheek. His large hand gripping slightly at the tender flesh. Except in Steve’s mind, it’s not Gareth’s face. It’s his own.

Steve groans and throws an arm over his eyes.

This can’t be happening…

But even in the dark, his thoughts float back to Eddie pulling his lip into his mouth when their eyes met.

He gets out of bed and drops. Starts doing push-ups. Figures if he exhausts himself, he can’t think about what it would feel like to have Eddie cup his cheek and smirk at him. To have that ravaging baritone say his name. Over and over. To make Eddie moan in that pretty way but not for a high school play but because Steve drops to his knees and takes that small waist in his hands and…

Steve pushes harder against the stupid beige carpet, makes himself go faster as if the quicker he does the push-ups the faster he can outrun his thoughts.

Tears sting his eyes.

He keeps doing push-ups.

Steve wakes up in the early morning light. He rolls over onto his back and sighs. He fell asleep on his carpet. His neck is stiff, and his arms are sore.

He groans.

Steve tries to ignore the remnants of a dream. Ignores the butterflies waking up in his stomach and floating up towards his heart. The soft wings bushing against the thin membrane, trying to land and take hold. Ignores the ache in his throat, a desire to whisper a certain name out loud…

Steve goes to every performance. And Steve lies to himself, lies to everyone. But it’s only a half-lie. Of course, he’s there for Nancy. Of course, he is.

But he’s also there for Eddie…if he admits it to himself…

He’s there for the fleeting moments when Eddie looks out into the audience and meets his eyes. And every time he smirks. And every time he pulls his full bottom lip in between his teeth, releasing it in a fresh shade of red. Every time…

And Steve’s becoming obsessed with it. Dreads the final performance because that means he goes back to trying to see Eddie in the halls, which is harder than Steve realized. It means waiting for one of Eddie’s outbursts in the lunchroom and trying hard to remember to breathe, to look annoyed. It means trying not to act like he doesn’t feel adrift when he kisses Nancy instead of feeling full of light like he once did. Before this damn play…

This was way longer than I thought it would ever be. There will be a part 2 at some point. Thank you for reading!

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