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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!!)

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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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pullingyourstrings · 1 year

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No matter what you do, don't think about Gareth having a wet dream about you. Don't think about him waking up hard and slowly placing his hands inside his boxers because he just can't help it, flashes of you going through his mind as he chases his high. Don't think about him shamefully throwing his pajamas in the dirty laundry basket, wondering to himself why the fuck he did that. Don't think about him being so embarrassed and awkward afterwards he can barely look at you in the eyes, his face red to the tip of ears. Don't think about having to really annoy him into telling you what happened, just so then you can do it exactly like he described. Don't think about kissing him lazily, touching him so so softly, sweet little whimpers falling from his mouth as he stares at you like you hang the moon. Don't think about him holding it in as long as he can, waiting for you to let him come, because he just wants to be good for you so bad. Don't think about the sound he makes when he catches his release, thanking you for literally bringing his dream fantasies to reality.

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munson-memories · 10 months

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18+ suggestive and mature/dark

eddie picture pack for fics and moodboards

TW:drugs

Vibes based on 80s/90s gay magazines, though there are things that could be used for straight fics

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wonderstruks · 2 years

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Pictures

Bestfriend! Gareth x Gn! Reader

Summary: Gareth is your best friend and he has a secret collection of photos that he does not want you knowing about.

Warings: Gareth is a bit of creep, mentions of masterbation, and cursing!

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Gareth didn't know what possessed him to feel the way he did, he didn't know how to deal with his feelings, and he didn't understand why the universe forced him to be in love with his best friend.

All he knew is that he could never tell them. The mere idea of you turning him down was enough to kill the poor boy. Not even to mention what it would do to your friendship.

So, he did what he thought was best, he suffered in silence.

The only thing he had was his pictures. Pictures that he took of you when you didn't notice.

Sure, it sounds creepy, but that was never his intention.

He purely just loved the way you looked, the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, and the way your smile matched your personality.

To Gareth, you were an absolute dream, and going back and looking at these pictures makes his heart flutter.

Whenever he has a bad day, he'll take the box containing the images and just stare at them, reliving the good days he's spent with you in his head.

Even if you weren't there, you still made him the happiest.

“Gare! You did not just say that!”

“It's true! Ozzy will always be better than David Lee Roth.”

You giggled and softly punched his shoulder.

“Hey, I'm driving here!”

“I hope you total your car, that's what you get for saying that!”

“Dang so evil!”

You laughed again and leaned deeper in the passenger seat.

“I'm sorry! You are okay though, did I hurt you?”

His heart fluttered, of course you would ask that.

His cheeks started to flush.

“You totally broke my arm! Gonna have to chop it off now.” He said sarcastically.

“Jerk.” You joked back.

Soon you pulled up to his house.

A place you have become so familiar with, a place that felt like a second home to you.

“Home sweet home!” You cheered.

Home.

You thought of this as home, and that made Gareth's head spin.

Racing out the car you jogginged up the doorsteps and to the door.

“Beat you!”

Gareth didn't care in fact, he liked watching you from behind.

He rolled his eyes and unlocked the door.

“Hey I'm gonna take a quick shower, that okay with you?” He said, shutting it behind him.

“Sure, but can I watch a movie in your room?”

“You know you don't have to ask, but yeah, unless it's pretty in pink I hate the movie.”

And oh how he did hate that movie.

A girl who's best friend was in love with her, and she turned him down for someone better. It all seemed a little too real for Gareth.

“You love it and you know it!”

You both parted ways, and you started to tear apart Gareth's room looking for his VHS tapes.

You swear every time you come over, he hides them.

Sighing, you fall to your knees and bend to look under the bed.

There was a ton of junk down there, but something caught your eye.

It was a box.

The box was brown with a golden trimming to it.

Gareth had never shown you this before, he's your best friend he shows you everything.

You grabbed the box and pulled it towards you.

Taking a little look wouldn't hurt anything, right?

You pushed it open and took in a deep breath.

“What?”

It was photos of you, most you had no idea existed.

You picked up one where you were smiling while holding an ice cream cone, you remembered that day it was two summers ago, and you begged Gareth to buy you one, but you didn't know he took this.

You sat it back down just as the door opened, revealing Gareth with dripping wet hair.

His eyes turned into pure terror when he noticed what you were doing.

“Gareth, what is this?” You nervously ask.

“You weren't supposed to see that.”

“Gareth, what is this!” You ask more sternly.

“They're pictures.”

You slammed the box down in annoyance.

“Why do you have them? When did you take them? Do you masturbate to them or something?”

“NO! God No.” He interjected.

Sighing, he sat down the bed.

“Then why do you have them, and why are there so many of them?”

“Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, okay?”

You jumped at his stern tone.

Was he mad that you found this?

But you also felt your stomach flutter.

He found you beautiful.

“You think I'm beautiful?”

“The prettiest thing, you have no idea how long I've loved you.”

Your eyes fell to shock, your mouth started to dry, he loved you?

“For how long?”

“Since seventh grade.” He admitted.

You sighed and sat up on the bed with him.

“No, please don't.”

“What?”

“Please not here, please don't break my heart, I'm my own house.”

“Gareth Emerson, you listen to me right now.”

The boy looked up at you longingly.

“I love you too.”

His cheeks flushed.

“What?”

You bent down and grabbed the box, placing it between the two of you.

You pushed around and looked for a certain one, he had to have a photo of it.

And lucky for you, he did.

You grasped it and smiled, shoving it into his hands.

“This day is the day I fell for you.”

It was a photo of you sitting next to his drum set. The whole day he was teaching you how to play, and every little touch he gave you sent butterflies swirling in your stomach you knew that day that you loved him, but you vowed to never tell him, well, that was until now.

He smiled at you.

“You still suck at the drums.”

“Hey you're not perfect either stalker!”

He laughed.

“I am not a stalker. I can't help it, you're just so pretty, I had to capture the moment.”

You giggled as he started at you.

His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

Noticing this, you leaned over and captured his lips against your own.

The feeling was absolutely foreign, you never knew how much you craved this until it finally happened.

You sighed as he pulled away.

“Totally epic.”

You rolled eyes.

“Now tell me, honestly, have you ever masturbated to these photos before?”

“Gareth?”

“GARETH?”

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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Ten minutes

Gareth Emerson x Gn!Reader

A/n: this is purely self indulgent, I'm telling you now

Summary: Dustin, Mike, and Lucas are invited to watch Corroded coffin practice rather than waiting to see if anyone is at the hideout they goes snooping.

Warnings: suggestive content, strong language, Established relationship, Mike being odd, mentions of getting caught making out,

Word Count: 760

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Your hand was on Gareth's neck as you kissed him, your other hand on his thigh as you sat in his bed with him more he was leaning back slightly and you were between his legs making out with him. This wasn't something new you guys found yourself like this on more than one occasion, your pg kisses would snowball, which in knowing this and due to the multiple embarrassing moments from the past led Gareth to lock the door the moment he steps into his room to avoid the embarrassment of being caught again. it was embarrassing the first 3 times it happened after that changes were made.

He smiled against your lips.

“what time is it,” he said against your lips.

You pulled away the two of you panting to look at the clock on his bedside table “3:40,” you say

He thinks for a second “ten more minutes then I have to go open the garage okay,” he says leaning back in to connect your guy's lips giving a comforting squeeze to his thigh. at 4 o’clock corroded coffin was having practice and of course, the rest of hellfire was invited. but this was the first time the freshmen in hellfire had been invited to the practice. they didn't want to be late so they arrived about 15 mins early at 3:45 the house looked empty and the garage was closed the three teen boys didn't know if Gareth was there or not ”what should we do no one here” Lucas

“maybe someone inside, we could look threw the window,” Mike says.

“Mike that sounds like a really dumb idea,” Dustin responds to the boy's stupid idea

“do you have any other ideas,” Mike says.

“I don't know Maybe, Wait for Anyone to get out here!” Dustin yells throwing his hands up

Mike already making his way to the smaller window a bit higher up on the wall on the side of the house leaving the other two boys to follow him begrudgingly. mike jumps on the crates on the side of the house and peers threw the window along with the 2 other boys too curious to see what eve Mike had found.

there behind the gap in the curtain, they could see Gareth with his arms wrapped around someone's neck as he kissed them the group of boys gasped and ducked

“We at least now we know someone home,” Lucas says

“do you think we were supposed to see that,” Dustin says

“Who is that,” Mike asks

“I'm not sure maybe we should ask,” Lucas says the next thing they hear is the garage opening and voices

“your sisters at work right,” you ask

“yeah and Lillian and Ellie at the after-school care thing at their school,” Gareth says hands in his jean pockets

“well let me know if you need anything alright, oh, and also give me back my note tomorrow before Mr. burners class,” you say walking back to your car Gareth joins you in walking to your car.

“yeah yeah I’ll return your notes,” he says teasingly

saying goodbye to each other and your car pulls off leaving Gareth standing there the group of boys walks up to the curly-haired boy who turns around to walk back to his garage. The three boys near the side of his house not knowing what to do, confront Gareth or just let Gareth say something on his own about dating someone?

Pat Jeff and Eddie arrive as Lucas, Dustin, and Mike wait to not show up till everyone else is there not wanting to let everyone know they were there very early.

the older boys take a small break an hour into practice and Mike decides he's going to bring up what they saw.

“so Gareth who was that in your room earlier” Gareth almost chokes on the dr. pepper he's drinking.

“Were you guys looking threw my window!” Gareth's face scrunches up mike starts to scramble to explain “w-well we thought no one was home so we kinda just look threw the window” Dustin and Lucas facepalm at Mike's terrible excuse.

Eddie Pat and Jeff laugh at Gareth's red face, “one, don't look threw my windows like some fucking peeping toms you weirdos, and two that's my partner I thought you three knew” he said trying to drink the rest of the drink,

“wait why don't they ever sit with us at lunch” ”they tend to do homework in the library during lunch” Gareth shrugs.

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tbmunson · 2 years

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Hi, I see your requests are open, may i ask Gareth Emerson x Reader , when they fighting and making up the reason can be any, any little thing. Hope everything is oOK with request

Yellow Flowers - Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Gareth have a small argument because he indirectly called you dumb.

Warnings: Slight angst, Anger, Fluff.

WC: 650ish

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"Pantera? Better than Antrax? Really?" Gareth looked at you in disbelief.

"Well Anthrax isn't better than Pantera, so yeah?" You nodded lightly, raising your eyebrows to reaffirm your statement.

Gareth shook his head, dropping his hands down to the cafeteria table. "No way. Are you dumb?"

You knew he didn't mean it like that, but it still hurt. You weren't the smartest in most classes. You gave it your all and barely stayed afloat. English was really the only class you excelled in due to the amount of time you'd spent reading as a child. "Yeah, I fucking guess." You stood abruptly, leaving your tray and Gareth at the table.

He knew as soon as the word left his mouth he'd screwed up, especially when the look of hurt that flashed across your face. He stood, calling after you. "Sugar, wait! That's not what I... meant." He sighed and plopped down, resting his head in his hands. "Son of a bitch."

"I can't believe you said that, dude." Jeff stated, shaking his head at his friend.

Gareth's shoulders shook with a single bitter chuckle as he looked over at his friend. "Yeah, me either."

You went the rest of the school day without talking to him, then after school you went straight home instead of going to Corroded Coffin's band practice. You had your nose in a history book, studying for your test Monday, when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sugar, I'm about to be on the way to pick you up for our date tonight." Gareth sounded a bit worried, like you were going to tell him no, which is basically what you did.

"Actually, Gare,"

Good, he thought, my nickname. Can't be too mad if they're using that.

"I have a huge history test Monday. Can't fail that. Trying to be less dumb."

Okay, maybe they're still mad.

"Baby, come on. You know I didn't mean it like that." He explained, leaning his head against the wall he was resting on, one hand in his front pocket and the other pressing the phone to his ear.

You were silent for a moment, taking it in. "I know. It still hurt though. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." You hung the phone up before you could start crying, but you immediately regretted not telling him you loved him. You did that at the end of every phone call. You just watched the phone sitting on the hook for a few minutes, wondering if he'd call you back.

He didn't.

Instead he got in his truck and headed to the store. He grabbed your favorite snacks and a small bouquet of yellow flowers before stopping off at Family Video for a movie. It wasn't anything extravagant, but he wanted you to know he loved you and he was sorry.

You'd had a shitty time studying. You kept looking at the phone, wondering if he'd ever call you back, wondering if you'd been maybe a little too sensitive. You had closed the history book and were seconds away from grabbing the phone and dialing his number when the doorbell rang.

Gareth stood there, wondering if you'd answer the door. You were home alone after all. Answering the door when you weren't expecting anyone could be dangerous. He was deep in his thoughts when he heard you coming down the stairs.

You peeked through the peephole, seeing your boyfriend standing there with a brown paper bag and flowers. You opened the door, a small smile on your face. "What's this?" You asked, lacing your fingers together in front of you.

"An apology. I really shouldn't have said that, no matter if I didn't mean it or not. I know you do your best and I'm sorry that I hurt you." He was looking at you, sincerity on his face and in his words.

You bottom lip wobbled a bit before you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sugar."

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years

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Winter blues- Eddie Munson x ex Gn reader

Part 1

You thought that you found the perfect person, the one person who would love you no matter what. But why did he turn around and break up with you out of the blue? Returning back from winter break was always going to be hard but you didn’t expect for it to be this hard.

Warnings: smoking, depression, negative self talk (the reader calls themselves pathetic in this) anxiety, alcohol, car crash, mentions of injury, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of drugs and Eddie being a dick but not as much as the first part. Angst with a happy ending and the reader ends up dating someone at the end, I think you can predict who

A/N: thanks for all the love and for helping me write the ending of the this fanfic, I hope that you all like it. You all didn’t want Eddie back and I mean fair enough he was an asshole. Also Chrissy isn’t the villain in this, mostly because I met the actress and she called me cute and pretty so I stan Chrissy lol, also I’m 5’4 and she was smaller than me so that was my reference for her being short in his. I’m glad that you like the songs to listen to so I recommend ‘if you can’t hang’ by Sleeping with Sirens for all of it, ‘Lent’ by autoheart and ‘tequila wine’ by oliva O’Brien till the 7th break. Then ‘a little of your time’ by mae muller, ‘cinnamon girl’ by Lana del ray and ‘line without a hook’ by Ricky Montgomery till the end. I non stop wrote this over the weekend, I love the angst in this and the ending too. I’m from the U.K. sorry if some parts sound overly British, apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

“God I hate him” you sighed resting your head on Gareth’s shoulder as he passed the cigarette that was pressed to his lips to yours.

“You and me both, remind me again why I can’t slash the tyres in his van?”

Taking a long drag, letting out a smile allowing your body to further melt away on to his shoulder.

“As much as I’d love that, it’s technically vandalism and the last thing I need right now is you going to jail” you gently laughed.

It was moments like these that you were extremely thankful, like someone out there was looking out for you enough to land you someone like Gareth in your life. You couldn’t of asked for a better friend, you knew that he had your back no matter what. At this point you were genuinely convinced that he’d help you hide a body, but then again with the whole Eddie situation that may become a reality. Maybe Eddie finally did something right? as he brought you two together, you truly were as thick as thieves.

Gareth was the first person you called as soon as you felt like you weren’t being eaten alive by the darkness of your sorrows. When you recovered the very little strength you could muster after having your heart that wasn’t only just trampled on but tore into so many pieces you doubt you could ever put them back together again. You shakily dialled the second number you knew off by heart.

It didn’t take much for Gareth to run as fast as he could to your house. All you needed to do was croak the words “Eddie was here”, and that was all it took for him to throw down his drumsticks and told his younger sister that he had an emergency he needed to attend to. And Gareth stuck to your side the moment he arrived, offering you a shoulder to continue your crying on and to once again help to pick up the remains of your heart off the wooden floor.

Your bedroom filtered into a comfortable silence with the voice of Joan Jett softly filling in the spaces that the silence left open. The room glowed in the golden hues of the early sunset for the sun graced you with some comfort that this wretched day is soon drawing to an end.

“Are you going to the party this Saturday?”

You snorted at even the mere suggestion that you could function enough to attend such a thing, the thought of painting on a fake plastic smile and pretending that you weren’t seconds away from fading away into the abyss of depression, you could barely do the basics of human survival such as eating and sleeping never mind a party.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Come on Y/N, do you really want to spend your last year in high school saying that you allowed some prick who couldn’t even pass senior year two times to stop you from being a normal teen? Or do you want to say that you went to the wildest parties before you fuck off to some well respected college? And you’ll think ‘I remember that Gareth dude, he was alright too bad I forgot about his stupid ass” Gareth joked, tickling your sides with his fingers forcing you into a fit of laughter, this was the first time you smiled in two weeks. You curled to your side, swatting away his arms to protect yourself from his attack, leaving you scarlet red and out of breath with laughter

“As if I could forget about you” you breathlessly spoke between gasps as you started to get your breath back. “You’re stuck with me forever you asshole”

He smiled at you, drawing his hands away from your sides and held them up in surrender. Just thankful that he made you smile, for he believed that you deserve nothing more than to be happy. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, so is it a yes?”

“Only if you’ll stop attacking me!”

“Of course”

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, touching at your face drawing back the fleshy part of your cheeks showing the purple bags that had doubled in size, you pressed your lips together trying not to fall back into a million pieces. Trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t a mistake you getting ready tonight.

Staring back at this person you barely recognise anymore, their eyes don’t even look the same anymore, only embers remains telling you that the resident left a long time ago leaving a lifeless hollow in its place. Your eyes became glassy you wanted to scream at yourself for allowing you to leave your bed, as depression convinced you that all you needed to do was crawl into your blanket covered coffin and lie there till it would all be over, as that’s what you deserved! As why would Eddie leave you!

This was definitely a mistake!

Your thoughts was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Are you ready..” Gareth’s words trailed away as he saw you in a state of utter distress. Yes he has seen you at your worse but you looked so lifeless it’s scary

“I’m going to sit this one out Gare” you mumbled barely looking him in the eyes, the faster you could close the door, the faster you could allow yourself to be consumed by the deathly grip depression had on you.

The reality that Eddie has been cheating on you truly hit you like a truck the moment Gareth closed the door. You felt so alone drowning in your tears, feeling so inadequate for Chrissy was so perfect, everything you were not. Maybe Eddie didn’t want to be seen with someone so pathetic as you?

You couldn’t shake this vice like grip depression had on you, it was the reason you hid away. Kept it away from Gareth for you already burdened him once he didn’t deserve it again.

“No you’re fucking not!” He spoke with so much force it shocked you both into silence by his sudden outburst. He let out a sigh and took a second to compose himself, to calm himself down before he spoke again. “ I love you Y/N you’re my best friend, but I can’t stand to see you destroy yourself over someone who isn’t worth shit. I know it hurts but he isn’t worth this, I want one night to become a reckless drunken mess with my best friend, so please come if not for yourself do it for me?” He pleaded his eyes looking into yours becoming more and more glassy as each second went by, he wanted you to see how much your pain was hurting him too.

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You threw back your third shot while chasing it back down with god knows what was in that punch bowl, it smelt like straight ethanol but at this point you welcomed the burning sensation it left down your throat as it brings the promise of forgetting.

You slumped against the wall gulping back the lethal punch as if it was water, you felt the small buzz of intoxication creeping into your brain like a welcome friend.

Gareth was taken away from you by Jeff, he looked at you as to say ‘I can stay here if you need’, but you laughed saying that he needs to enjoy the last remainder of his high school parties, even though especially now that you wish that he had stayed.

Sighing as you felt like you could actually relax for the first time in two weeks, as your mind melted away into a blur, you finally felt the break up slipping away from your mind, bringing out the smile that you thought you had lost

But like all good things that happen to you it was bound to come to an end

Fuck my life!

Who should walk in? No other than the most sickening couple of Hawkins high.

Eddie walked in with his fingers laced through Chrissy’s, she placed her perfectly glossed lips upon his before she was whisked away by a couple of her cheerleading friends.

You watched as Eddie put his hands in the back of his Jean pockets, his eyes looking around the room, his posture slumped looking far from his usual environment.

Upon his eyes searching the room to find a familiar face he could find, so he wouldn’t have to spend the night alone waiting till his girlfriend became too intoxicated so he had to drive her home. His eyes found yours, you rapidly moved your eyes away from his for it felt like your eyes were on fire, blinking rapidly to douse the flames he caused

Eddie felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his consciousness upon seeing you, actually seeing you, not acting upon cowardice by refusing to look at you like he did during your last encounter. His heart broke as the consequences of his own actions finally hit him and it hit him hard. Fuck did he really do this to you?

You looked gaunt, you looked sickly pale almost unrecognisable from the person he use to love

You felt your anxiety making your heart rate increase in quick successions till it was palpitating. Yep you definitely needed to drown the painful memories of Eddie into too much booze till they became hazy

You down your 2nd drink like it was water cringing at the acrid aftertaste it had, it somehow gotten stronger since your last drink. Pouring yourself another you heard an all too familiar drunken laugh

“Y/N, oh my god!, how are you?” Chrissy smiled as she ran up and hugged you with so much force it caused the drink you were ladling to spill.

“Hey Chris” you forced out with a fake smile, so fake that it took every muscle in your body to hold

“You didn’t answer my question silly” she slightly slurred bopping you on the nose, she fell into a fit of giggles which made you question how much she had to drink, yet again if you were her height it wouldn’t take you a lot to get drunk either.

God it was getting hard to swallow down this anger you were feeling, you knew it wasn’t Chrissy’s fault but if you were faced with the person your ex chose over you, there definitely would be some resentment towards them

“It’s going good, how is your boyfriend?” You didn’t mean for the words that fell off your tongue to be so bitter, but the buzz of alcohol blurred the filter that lay between your brain and your mouth

“It’s going good with me and Eddie?” She puzzled over your sudden standoffish behaviour, yes you rarely spoke but you never had anything against each other either, so why were you being so mean?

The third drink started to slur your thoughts so that very limited filter you had moments before disappeared entirely

“How long have you been dating?”

“3 weeks, why?”

“Well because for the first week of your relationship, I was still dating him!” You spat out chugging back the rest of what was in your solo cup, looking up you saw Chrissy looking back at you with wide eyes and her lips trembling

“What?”

“Eddie cheated on me with you when he got bored with me, so I’d start running now chris if I was you before you waste 6 months on him like I did” tears started to brew at your eyes during your anger fuelled outburst, you couldn’t help but feel some guilt over the words you uttered. For this anger was meant for Eddie not for the strawberry blonde cheerleader in front of you, she did nothing wrong except love the same boy you once did

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” she cried, wiping away the tears that smudged her perfectly winged eyeliner, “I promise you I wouldn’t of dated him if I knew, he told me that you broke up. God I’m such a bitch!”

“Chris-“

But it was too late, she ran off out of the kitchen holding her half full cup of punch , leaving you to realise what you’ve just done.

You and your stupid mouth!

You ran out towards the living room following the teary eyed cheerleader in sight

Shit! Shit! Chrissy please don’t do anything stupid!

“What the fuck!” You heard Eddie shout.

You turned and saw his shirt covered in chrissy’s remaining punch, his eyes furrowed in shock over what just happened

“That’s for telling me you were single when you weren’t, fuck you I thought you weren’t like the rest” she shrieked capturing all the attention from the room, someone even turned down the stereo to direct everyone’s attention to drama about to unfold.

No one could predict what was about to happen next, as her perfectly manicured hand slammed its way across Eddie’s cheek leaving an angry red mark in its place

“We are over!” And with that she stormed away with her crew not following too far behind

You stood in complete shock. 100% Eddie deserved it, in fact you were jealous you didn’t do it first. But also because you didn’t think she could pack such a punch

Your eyes met Gareth who couldn’t hold back his laughter, now you definitely was glad that you were able to be convinced in to coming tonight

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“I can’t believe she would slap him like that” Gareth howled out clutching his stomach as he recalled last nights events

“I’m sad it wasn’t me who did it” you chuckled wiping away the tear that fell from laughing so hard

“Never say never, I’d pay good money for you to beat the ever living shit out of him”

“At that point Gare I think it might be called a snuff film as there’s no way he’d make it out alive”

You both laughed till your abdomens hurt, you were both on the way back from family video, deciding that watching the exorcist and eating pizza was the only way to soothe your remaining hangovers

“That it might be- HOLY SHIT Y/N-“

The rest of Gareth’s sentence turned into fuzz like the static you got when you were trying to get your tv to connect to a station.

Everything happened in slow motion, you clutched at the wheel trying to stop your car that was rapidly skidding out of control on the black ice you couldn’t see.

The ice throttled you at full speed towards the trees not too far ahead

Your vision started to fade in and out of consciousness, your sight started to fade. You could see the faint outlines of a tree inches away from your face, broken glass from your windscreen glistening with blood in the harsh winters sun, before your world slowly faded to black

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Gareth sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room, adding more to the discomfort he felt after being in a car crash. He bit his nails, trying to numb the anxiety that made him feel like he was going to pass out.

No matter how many nurses told him to go home and they’ll call him once they had any more news. But he couldn’t leave especially when his best friend could be dying, the guilt was eating him alive, like his body was caving in. He escaped with a few cuts from the windshield spraying glass shards over his face and a few broken ribs which the doctor told him would heal, while you? He doesn’t know, wishing that it was him in your position as at least then he’d know that you would be alright

He had nothing to distract him, only his own thoughts to plague him for surviving, for not needing the surgery you had to undertake. He hated feeling so useless, there was nothing he could do to reverse what had happened. God he hated this

Oh you got to be fucking kidding right now!

“I’m here to see Y/N L/N” by the reception stood a very worried looking Eddie, his eyes red and glassy. The way his chest moved in quick successions showed that he dropped everything and ran straight here.

The receptionist pointed Eddie in the direction of where Gareth was sat . Eddie gulped as he approached the seats for Gareth was glaring daggers into his skin, piercing his flesh for hurting you and having the audacity to show his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Did you really think that when you phoned Jeff about not making it to rehearsal, that he wouldn’t tell me?”

Eddie sat a few seats away from Gareth and ran his fingers through his hair, he looked distraught as more tears flooded down his face.

“How are they?” He asked looking at Gareth in the eyes, his voice shaking with fear. “Look I know that you hate me, but I still love them-“

“That’s bullshit” Gareth scoffed, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he almost wanted to start applauding Eddie for he was putting on quite the show. The tears was truly convincing, Eddie should really consider acting

“No its not-“

“You broke up with them with a pitiful excuse for them to then find out that you’ve been cheating on them, wow Eddie you’re truly living up to the Munson name” Gareth spat, yes it was a low blow to bring up Eddie’s bastard of a farther but right now Gareth was seeing red

“Fuck you!” Eddie growled his nostrils started to flare. Gareth better reign it in otherwise Eddie would have no control over what he may do next

“Why do you care about them now? where were you when they actually needed you? Probably putting your tongue down the throat of Chrissy Cunningham, you’re only showing up now because you want to be seen as this good person. But no Eddie, I know you, you’re full of shit, you’re fucking pathetic”

“Well considering you’re picking out the flaws in everyone, what about you mr perfect? You stay in the background till you disappear, you’re that uninteresting that people couldn’t give less of a shit about you. You had no life so you had to copy my own, you’re a damn carbon copy of myself it’s laughable. Maybe that’s why your dad left you because he was so ashamed of having a low life for a son-“

Eddie’s words was cut short by Gareth’s fist colliding with his nose, Eddie froze momentarily in shock that he didn’t hear the sickening crack, only when he felt blood pouring into his mouth did he register that Gareth had punched him.

Gareth stood glaring at Eddie, his fist still out stretch, his knuckles starting to turn red. Pressing his lips into a thin line as his brain was a fury of blazing flames, he wanted nothing more than in this moment than to make Eddie leave here in a hearse.

Eddie slowly sat back down, his eyes still wide clutching at his blooded nose, what the fuck just happened?

“I’m sorry” he mumbled “that was too far”

Gareth didn’t respond, he turned his back to him. Slowly counting to ten to cool himself down before he did something he’d regret, he thought of you and that you need him here not in the back of a police cell

The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Both boys froze in utter shock over the events that happened moments prior

“But I did mean what I said earlier” he sighed, his voice breaking with sorrow, he couldn’t lose you not yet. “I still love them, fuck i really love them. I stupidly threw what we had away and I’m paying for that every single day, me and Chris both had the same shared trauma that no one else could understand so we both found comfort in each other, so I stupidly kissed her. Fuck! I hate myself”

Gareth slowly turned around to face him, his facial muscles dropping the tension it was holding earlier. He swallowed thickly

“You realise that is far from an excuse right?”

“Yes I do, I don’t deserve them, I know I don’t, but I could lose them and I can’t live if that happened” Eddie’s voice cracked, the dam that held the full weight of his despair came flooding through, resulting in him curled up in a pool of tears.

Gareth sat next to him, he knew he shouldn’t take pity on him but when you were friends with someone for years, it was hard to let them go that easily.

“We were driving and their car skidded on ice and we were hurled towards these trees, I remember them trying to stop the car but it was too late. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital bed and being told that they’re in surgery. I’m sure that they’re going to be fine, you know Y/N they’re as tough as nails” Gareth gently chuckled defusing the tense atmosphere that felt like it was suffocating them both.

“I really fucked it up with them haven’t I?”

“To be honest with you, yes you have”

“I’m sorry Gare I wish this could of all been different, I wish that I hadn’t screwed up, but that’s all I’ve ever done. It’s what I do best, I was a coward and like always I ran away” Eddie croaked wiping away the stray tears on his freckled cheeks.

“Eddie, I don’t know why you’re telling me this, it’s Y/N they’re the one you should be saying this shit to” Gareth took a second to breathe before the atmosphere became heated again, he ran his fingers through his hair trying his hardest not to yell at the brunette boy beside him. “Look I’ll call you if I hear any news, but you’re quite possibly the last person they want to see right now, and if you mean what you said to me right now you’d go home and speak to them when they’re better”

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You cringed as you adjusted yourself to lay more comfortably on the hospital bed. You couldn’t describe the excruciating pain that flooded over your body, imagine a knife stabbing and twisting all over your body again and again, nothing relieved the agony you were feeling, the cocktail of pain relief you received did jack shit. You couldn’t breathe without your muscles spasming in pain.

The doctors informed you that you were involved in a car crash that left you with a broken leg, several broken ribs and a concussion that you will be kept in over night for them to keep monitoring the severity of it.

This was the last thing you needed right now, well at least the physical pain would help to distract you from the emotional pain

“Hey” you turned to see a very bruised looking Gareth holding one of those crappy bears you could buy at a card shop, that held a heart saying ‘get well soon’ on it.

You smiled at him, just glad you know that he is okay, laughing at the gift he got you. But the laughter further aggravated the stabbing sensation in your ribs, so the smile was soon replaced with a frown.

“You asshole, don’t make me laugh it hurts” your voice raspy from the pain and only just waking up 30 minutes prior.

“Excuse me for bringing my friend some joy over the shit we just went through” he quipped sitting down on the chair next to you, placing the bear on the bedside table. You jokingly rolled your eyes at his comment. “How are you?”

You gave him another glare, what is it with this boy and stupidly obvious questions?

“I know, stupid question”

“Well apart from being in the worst pain imaginable I’m living so I suppose it could be worse

“Even going through near death, they still don’t miss the chance to attack me with their words” he chuckled, he looked at you taking in every part of you, he smiled forever thankful that you survived. “I’m just glad that you’re okay”

“You too Gare, when I woke up I was so scared that something really bad had happened to you. After everything I’ve been through I couldn’t loose you too, I just can’t” your eyes started to well up at even the thought of losing him

“Hey” he cooed wiping away the tear that fell with his thumb, “I’m not going anywhere you’re stuck with me for life”

“What happened to your hand?” You asked with concern upon seeing the grazed flesh on his still red knuckles.

“I punched Eddie”

“What!” You exclaimed looking at Gareth with narrowed eyes, checking if you heard him right

“He came here earlier, I phoned Jeff saying that I wouldn’t make it to band practice tomorrow and he must of told Eddie. I told him to fuck off and that he wasn’t wanted here, he brought up shit about me and my dad so I punched him” he said nonchalantly, like this is something mundane that you would expect to had happen while you were unconscious.

“I’m sorry Gare, but I’m also pissed that I didn’t get to do it first. God Chrissy gets to slap him, you get to punch him, save some of the Eddie abuse to me” you weakly laughed trying not to upset the aching muscles

“Hey no one has killed him yet, you could be the first”

Gareth spent three hours by your side, it should of been two but the nurses took pity on you both, plus the hospital was pretty quiet so having him stay another hour wasn’t hurting anyone. You were pretty sure that they believed you two to be dating but at the sake of having your best friend at your side for another hour, you were more than happy to let them believe whatever they wanted to.

Before he left he told you what Eddie had told him, which left you with the heavy question looming in the air, something for you to over think when you were kept up till the early hours of the morning

What the fuck are you going to say to Eddie?

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You were discharged the morning after as all your vitals seemed stable, with no sign of brain damage or memory loss indicating that your concussion was only mild. Leaving the hospital with three different bottles of medication and your right leg tightly wrapped up in bandages.

You spent the next week on bed rest, it felt so tedious. Sure the pain subdued and you could move without feeling like your were being burnt alive, without the sharp pains of your broken ribs pressing into your sides with each breath.

But you felt like you were dying a slow painful death not by any physical pain but the boredom was fucking torture. There’s so many repeats of your favourite tapes you could take before bohemian rhapsody made you want to claw at your ears, the only thing that could distract you and it was hard to admit was homework that Gareth brought you every day. Who would of thought that trigonometry would bring you any form of joy?

You heard a gentle knocking at your doorway, you sat upright smiling at the door in anticipation of Gareth’s arrival, but your sweet mood turned sour very quickly when the person emerged from behind the door.

With a broken leg and doctor’s proscribed bedrest there is no way you can escape him, great!

“Hey” he spoke with nerves making his voice become unsteady, he swallowed thickly and placed a bouquet of red roses beside your bed.

“Hey” you replied coldly staring outside your window, maybe if you pretended that he wasn’t there he’d take the hint and go away?

Eddie looked wounded by your icy reply, it made his stomach drop further. He started to twirl his rings as his anxiety was making him shake, his rehearsed speech he practiced saying to you in his mirror went out of the window leaving a blank space in his mind.

“I’m sorry”

You felt your jaw stiffen, trying not to scream at him simply because you didn’t have the energy to do so, you were having an internal battle. The part of you that still loved him was rising to the surface, telling you that he was saying everything that you wanted to hear but you had to push this part of you down, it made more of your muscles tensed up during this emotional tug of war.

Don’t you dare even look at him right now!

He sighed, his leg bouncing up and down in an attempt to fight back the raging anxiety that flooded through his every nerve.

“I was stupid, I thought that because we went through the same shit that no one else could get, that Chrissy was a better match for me. Which is the worst mistake I made as I lost the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was a fucking coward who hurt the only person I have ever loved, I have spent every day haunted by my regrets, I was jealous of your friendship with Gareth that I yelled at you as I saw someone who was doing all the shit I never did, someone who is caring and loyal and not a lying cheating douche like me. When I found out that you were involved in that car accident my whole world stop because I finally realised that you were my whole world, I know that sounds cheesy as shit but I knew that I couldn’t live without you. I fucked up and I still love you Y/N-“

“Eddie you hurt me, like really fucking hurt me. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat I felt so inadequate compared to her. I mean look at her for Christ sake! Head cheerleader, the golden girl of Hawkins how could I ever compare to that!” Your voice started to break as you choked back your tears that were threatening to spill, “you cheated on me, you through away 6 months without so much as an excuse”

You looked over at Eddie his eyes glistening as he sobbed silently, his cheeks damp with fresh tears.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, I don’t deserve you. I just wanted you to know that I love you and I’ll spend the rest of my days regretting ever letting you go”

“Eddie” you sighed trying your hardest not to cry as he didn’t deserve you wasting another tear on him, you spent weeks morning your relationship and hurting yourself in the process, while he got to live without so much as a single mark. “I do still love you, but I can’t go back to you. I spent weeks crying my heart out while you was with Chrissy, you don’t get to come here now and tell me how much your hurting. I deserve someone who is going to treat me right, who is going to make me a priority and is not going to cheat on me the moment things become hard. I can’t let you in and allow you to hurt me that badly again. There’s a part of me that wishes that this could all be different and we could just drive out to lovers lake like we used to do, but I just can’t do that to myself again. I’m sorry Eddie, but you have to let me go. We could possibly be friends some point in the future but right now I don’t think that we can, well at least not at the moment.

Eddie wiped away his tears, he weakly smiled at you, he was trying his hardest not to beg you till he was red in the face for you to take him back. Because he knows that you deserve someone better than him as much as it pains him to admit

“Look after yourself okay?”

“You too Eddie”

When he closed your door you finally allowed those tears to fall.

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“What did you say?”

“I told him that I still loved him, which unfortunately is still true, but I couldn’t go back to him not after how badly he hurt me”

“Are you going to be-“

“I swear to god Gareth Emerson if you ask me if I’m going to be okay I’ll literally punch you so hard in the jaw that you won’t be able to ask me that again” you threatened jokingly throwing a pillow at his face

“Ow! Jesus Christ, I can’t even be a supportive friend these days” he rolled his eyes throwing the pillow back in your direction.

“You know that you don’t have to visit everyday right?”

“Are you sick of me already” he jokingly asked with his hand clutched to his chest dramatically, which caused you to snort at his theatrical response

“I mean don’t you have better things to do than to look after me?”

“You know that I don’t” he quipped making you roll your eyes at the way he can turn a sweet moment into a joke in a matter of seconds.

“I love you Gare”

“Love you too Y/N”

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You unwrapped the candy bar Gareth had brought you, as before he called, he stopped to buy your favourite snacks. While you were listening to the mix tape he made you after you complained that Queen was giving you a migraine from hearing it on repeat non stop.

You stared at the bear he brought you, laughing silently at the memory from the hospital,

He couldn’t hide his distaste for you naming the bear con short for concussion, which at the time you found hilarious but that was when you were high on the 7 different drugs the hospital gave you, so that was the pitiful excuse for the awful joke made.

The guitar riff of ‘I was made for lovin’ you’ started to kick in, echoing across your walls the voice of Gene Simmons singing ‘I can’t get enough of you darling, can you get enough of me?’ it made you realise something-

Oh fuck! You were in love with Gareth!

No, surely not! Right?

He was your best friend, he was the one right by your side no matter what, he stayed over night the night Eddie broke up with you to make sure were okay, he was the one you could always confine in, he would make you smile till your cheeks ached, and he came over every day to check up on you- shit!

You didn’t know whether to scream, laugh, cry or all of the above. What an overused romantic trope , falling in love with your best friend. You couldn’t be anymore predictable if you tried.

You didn’t know what to do with this emotional revelation, push it down in hopes that the feeling melts away in the pit of your stomach acid? Hoping that you don’t regurgitate the awkward feelings to Gareth then he tells you that he doesn’t feel the same way, then you’ll enter this bottomless pit of depression unable to climb your way out of it, till you have to move state.

The anxiety was muddling your thoughts till they became a string of nonsense, convincing you that the world was going to end for feeling this way. Maybe the best way is to avoid these feelings and hope that they fade away, like this was a phase you were feeling because you were lonely and longing for the comfort a relationship brought you.

That was the only logical thing to do, right?

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“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, nothing… why do you ask?” You laughed nervously, internally cringing that you couldn’t lie for shit especially in front of Gareth. If you could keep Gareth distracted for long enough surely he’ll forget why you’re acting so strange. Was the room suddenly increasing in temperature? and was the walls always so closed in?

Gareth looked at you with a furrowed brow, looking at you side eyed. He was far from convinced at your poorly executed way of hiding the nerves that tied your stomach into knots and your brain racing at top speed.

“Yeah, ‘cause that was believable. You haven’t spoken to me since I arrived and you keep on chewing at your lip that it’s now bleeding and you keep on tapping your hand to your thigh. So don’t bullshit me Y/N what’s wrong?”

“It’s just that I have a lot on my mind” you spoke in such a fast pace that you doubt that he had even registered a single word that you just said. For when you were nervous, the nerves force your words out as soon as they popped into your brain, needing to fill the silence and not caring about how coherent your sentences sounded

“Did you say yes to Eddie?”

This was only the logical explanation Gareth could conjure up, for you always told him everything. He saw you at your worse, he even had to hold your hair back as you vomited from smoking weed for the first time when you believed that your limit was higher than it truly was.

“God no!”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing-“

“Just tell me-“

“I’m in love with you damn it!”

The silence that followed was deafening, it felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs making it hard to breathe. You felt sick, praying to whatever was above to strike you down so you don’t have to exist in this reality anymore. Burying your face in your hands feeling your cheeks burn as you were drowning in your own embarrassment, you’ve dug a hole so big you can’t escape from.

Do you ever think before opening your mouth!

“Y/N?”

“Gareth don’t!” You snapped not wanting him to talk further as you knew what was about to happen next, and you think you’d rather die than to hear Gareth list off the reasons why he didn’t like you back. “Just leave, I shouldn’t of said anything”

“I love you too”

You lifted your head out of your hands, blinking rapidly did you hear him properly?

“What?”

“Why else did you think I put ‘I was made for lovin you’ on your mix tape?”

“God you’re such a sap” you laughed out loud, letting relief wash over you. Your heart started to race as you couldn’t stop blushing like an idiot.

“Yeah but you love it clearly” he smirked, he leant into his impulse, the thing that he has been craving to do for weeks.

He pressed his lips upon yours, it was a sweet gentle kiss. It felt perfect, all the longing and pining over people who treated you like shit melted away into the background for now you know what their kisses was supposed to feel like. This felt right like your life was leading up to this moment.

You use to roll your eyes at poets and romantic films as they made you nauseous, selling love to be this grand beautiful thing something that would change your world for the better. But it’s hard to believe that when love had left you with so many knives in your back, you started to wonder that love was an illusion something made up, so they can sell valentines cards. But now you know what people meant when they spoke about love, for once in your life you finally found someone who truly loves you and you truly love them back.

A/N: I hope that you liked it, I was going to be mean and put it in three parts but I couldn’t do that to you. Some people may not like that they ended up with Gareth but it made so much sense, I’ve been on a Gareth obsession lately and Gwydion has a hold on me lately, could be because I’m Welsh and he has the most Welsh name ever. I’ve got more fics on the way, this was my first and definitely not my last gender neutral fanfic :)

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 2 years

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Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

Warnings: cursing, slightly stalkerish Gareth, also i don't know anything about tattooing--

WC: 2.1k

So, if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them Show them you’re all grown up If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you’re in luck And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me You wanna piss off your parents, baby, piss off your parents, that’s alright with me

“Oh, my God. Gareth, you’re not getting a tattoo. That’s fucking crazy!” Eddie laughed as Gareth rolled his eyes and opened the door of the tattoo parlor. “What are you even getting? Y/n, my love--”

“Shut up!” Gareth was red-faced now. “I’m not even dating them, you asshole. And I’m not getting that, it’s stupid.”

“You just wish they were your baby love.” Eddie teased.

“Okay, nobody said anything about Y/n, Eddie. Just… Shut the fuck up.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. “This is the first time you haven’t made the conversation about Y/n! I don’t blame you, they're gorgeous. With that h/c hair and their demeanor… I’d have them if you didn’t want them.”

“I do, okay? That’s enough talking about Y/n--”

“Talking about me?” You came out of the back hallway, wiping your hands on a towel.

Gareth’s mouth fell open. “No, no, of course not--”

“I’m just kidding, Emerson.” You flung the towel over your shoulder and flipped a light switch behind the counter, making a booth in the corner of the lobby light up that neither of them had noticed. “That’s the mirror room. Here’s a book.” You pushed a book across the counter and Gareth hurried to take it. You grinned at him, then indicated the booth. “Pick the design you want, hold it against your skin where you want it, check it in the mirror, then come back. It’s super simple.”

“Oh, I-I know what I want, Y/n,” Gareth spoke hesitantly, slipping a hand into his back pocket and bringing out two pieces of paper. One was a paper with the words “memento amemini” on them. The other was your photo from sophomore year that he had cut out of his yearbook. He fumbled them and watched them drift to the floor, time seemingly freezing as your eyes followed their progress. Then, Eddie was there, shoving your picture into Gareth’s pocket and handing you the other paper.

“‘Memento amemini?’ That’s Latin. Remember… something?” You peered up at Gareth from under your lashes.

Gareth, trying to remain cool under your gaze, responded, “It means, uh--” Eddie jabbed him in the back. “Remember you are loved.” He blushed. “M-My mom says it to us. Me and my sisters.”

“That’s sweet,” You gave him a soft smile, then straightened up. “Where do you want it? Just… Not your dick or your ass. I legally can’t ink there.”

“NO! Of course not! Wait, can you legally ‘ink’ at all?”

“It’s my aunt Kay’s parlor, so… kind of.” You laughed. God, I could listen to that all day.

“And you don’t have the steadiest hand. I’ve seen it. History class with the maps--”

“I’ve got a steady hand when it counts! Like with permanent ink on skin.” You clapped your hands together once. “So, where’s mommy's phrase going?”

“On the back of my neck,” Gareth reached up and put his hand on the spot.

“Come here, Emerson,” He moved closer to the counter and you grabbed his collar, spinning him around. “Here?” You put the pad of your pointer finger at the base of his neck and Gareth prayed you didn’t notice the red flush steadily moving from his chest to his neck to his ears.

“Yeah, there.” Gareth moved away from you quickly, breathing raggedly.

“You have ID?” Your tight-lipped smile seemed a little forced to Gareth, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“It’s his birthday, actually.” Eddie pulled Gareth’s wallet out of his pocket and tossed it to you. You caught it with ease as Eddie ruffled Gareth’s hair. “He’s so old! The big eighteen--”

“Shut up,” Gareth shoved Eddie away, combed his fingers through his hair, and straightened the collar of his vest.

“Cute picture,” You held up his driver’s license, smirking. “You look like a serial killer who’s getting his mugshots taken.”

Gareth’s mouth dropped open. “So, you’re both bullying me?” He lunged for his ID and you relinquished it, giggling madly. “Can I just get the tattoo?”

“Sure thing, Emerson.” You looked at Eddie. “Is your mom coming, or is she staying out here?”

Gareth rolled his eyes and pushed you down the hallway as Eddie laughed.

“Don’t cry!”

Gareth shot Eddie a look and the finger before the pair of you were out of sight.

“Screw you.”

“You wish,” You grinned evilly and opened a door on your left. “Sit.” You went about, sterilizing the needle and refilling the ink cartridge. “Flip through that binder there and pick your font, Emerson.”

Gareth opened the binder and began turning pages. “How long have you worked here?”

“Since I was like… nine,” You let out a short laugh and sat on the other stool, then reached down and pulled a lever under Gareth’s chair. He looked up, confused that the floor was getting closer, and you laughed.

“Lording over me now?”

“Exactly.” You spun his chair slightly. “And it’s kind of hard to ink when you’re at the same height as someone.” You fumbled with his collar for a second and then reddened. “Um, actually, Gareth…”

“Oh, this font! It’s perfect,” He spun with a dazzling smile, pulling a page out of the binder. Then he noticed your discomfort. “What’s wrong?” When you stayed silent, eyes on the ground, Gareth spun the chair fully and took one of your hands in his. “Y/n, are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t hold your collar down while I’m inking. If it slips--”

“I can hold it. Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.”

“No, Gareth, listen. Your hand will end up in the way at some point or other and that can’t happen because it’ll ruin your tattoo.”

“So… what are we gonna do?” Gareth prayed that you wouldn’t say what he thought you were gonna say.

You tugged at your shirt and your lips moved soundlessly. “O-Off.” You finally stuttered, and Gareth reddened worse than you.

“Oh.” He shrugged out of his vest and laid it over his lap before tugging the bottom hem of his shirt over his head. You stifled a gasp and your eyes shot to the ceiling. “Sorry, I should’ve thought about that before I got here.”

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” Your tongue darted out of your mouth to moisten your lips as you forced yourself to make eye contact with him. “It’s totally fine. Just don’t tell anyone? Truth changes to lies, rumors spread…”

Gareth blushed at your implications and looked down, embarrassed. “I won’t.”

“Okay, uh, turn around?” You made a spinning motion with your hand and Gareth spun his chair around. “This is the font you want?” You gently wiped the back of his neck to sterilize it and he cringed at the cold. You let out a small giggle and he almost melted into the floor.

“Yeah, and can you stack the words?”

“Sure,” You responded, and stepped on the foot pedal, tracing the words onto the back of his neck. You heard him whimper a few times, but you didn’t mention it. When you finished, you pushed the machine away and sterilized the area again. “All done.”

“Oh, God, finally.” Gareth wiped his eyes hurriedly and you pretended not to notice. “How-- how’s it look?”

“It looks pretty good. I mean, I screwed up on the m’s, but other than that--”

“You messed up?!” Gareth spun to you. “Mirror!” You handed him a mirror and he checked the reflection. “You liar. It looks fine.”

“Does it really?”

“Yes, it does. Bitch.”

You stepped up behind him and looked over the tattoo once more, smiling softly. “Thanks.”

Gareth turned to you, and only then did you notice how close you were to someone who you considered an acquaintance. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, i-it was my fault.” You paused as his eyes flickered to your lips. “Gonna kiss me, Emerson?”

“No!” Gareth sounded guilty. You didn’t move away, only watched as his eyes traced the bridge of your nose, the line of your cheek, and finally landed on your lips again. This time, he didn’t look away.

“You sure?”

“Can I?”

“Go for it,” You breathed, moving closer. His hands came up to your hips, tugging you closer, and your hand rose to brush his hair out of his face, cupping his cheek. Your lips ghosted over his and--

The door hit the wall with a bang, startling you both. Eddie and your cousin, Taylor, stood in the doorway. You backed away from Gareth, both of your hands falling awkwardly to your sides.

“I told you they were fucking.” Taylor said, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe. “Y/n’s never this quiet, ever.”

Eddie let out a loud laugh. “Of course, they've got a crush on you. Only you could be so lucky, Emerson.”

“Jesus Christ, Taylor, we weren’t fucking!” You yelled, following Taylor, out into the hallway as he walked back to the lobby.

“Not yet, you weren’t.” Your voices faded away, and Gareth stared at the floor, red-faced.

“Were they everything you’d hoped and dreamed about?” Eddie teased, stepping closer.

“They would’ve been.”

“You mean you didn’t fuck them?!”

“No, Eddie, I didn’t!” Gareth’s exasperated tone surprised Eddie. “I didn’t even kiss them! I would have, but you and their jackass cousin had to interrupt us.”

“Hey, man, how were we supposed to know--”

“I don’t know!” Gareth grabbed his shirt off the back of the chair and pulled it back over his head. “I just got the goddamn tattoo and I was thanking my lucky star that Y/n happens to work here and then we almost kissed, okay? End of story.” Putting on his flannel, Gareth angrily mumbled, “I need to pay and get the hell out of here.”

“Hey, man, I’ll pay--”

“I don’t want you to pay. I want you to leave me alone.”

“Taylor, that’s enough!”

“But my baby cousin almost got laid! I’m not gonna stop talking about it--” You tackled Taylor, covering his mouth as Gareth appeared in your peripheral vision.

“I said enough.” You moved back behind the counter, quickly tucking your hair behind your ear and tapping unnecessarily on a calculator. “Um, so, seventy-five bucks?”

“Seventy-five--” Taylor began to explode, but you shushed him again.

“Seventy-five.”

“I thought it’d be… a hundred and twenty-five.” Gareth pulled out his wallet, avoiding your eyes, and began sifting through bills.

“Nope.” The cash register chimed merrily and you gave him a smile that, Gareth noticed, didn’t quite reach your eyes. He handed you a few bills. “Thanks. Y’all can go, I guess. I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Gareth turned and pushed the door open. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Gareth.”

Eddie slipped up behind Gareth and pulled the back of his collar down.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!”

“I’m just trying to see the tattoo!” Eddie paused, looking at it. “You know they dotted the i’s with hearts, right?”

“They what?” Gareth froze, staring at Eddie with wide eyes.

“They dotted the i’s with hearts. I thought you asked them to do that or some shit.”

“I didn’t ask them to do that. Why would they do that?!”

“Well, here’s a thought: they like you.”

“No. No way. That’s-- they wouldn’t.”

“Except they totally do. They were about to kiss you, man!”

“No, I-- they were about to kiss me. Wait a second, I’m mad at you! It was your fault that I didn’t get to kiss them!”

“So go back in there and kiss them!”

“I can’t just kiss them!”

“If you won’t, I will.”

“Hell, no.” Gareth marched back to the tattoo parlor and opened the door.

“I can’t believe you paid over half his charge, Y/n!” Taylor laughed, sitting on the counter.

“Shut up, Taylor.”

“It was like one sixty and you told him it was seventy-five! He paid seventy-five!”

“Believe it or not, I know! I was here.”

“You don’t have enough to pay that off--”

“I’ll work it off, Taylor. Now, shut up and get out of my face.”

“It’s because you love him, Y/n. Y/n and Gareth, sitting in a tree--”

“You paid half my total?”

Your eyes shot up to Gareth, who was standing at the door, stunned.

“No-- well, kind of.”

“Why? Did you think I couldn’t pay it myself?”

“No, Gareth--”

“That’s how it seems, Y/n. So, tell me. Why?”

“I-- I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Oh.” Gareth’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just… annoyed.”

“It’s not my fault, right?”

“Oh, it is. He wants to know why you dotted the i’s in his tattoo with hearts instead of normal dots.” Eddie interjected.

Gareth reddened. “Shit, Eddie, shut up!”

“I didn’t-- Emerson, get your ass over here.” Gareth complied and you spun him around. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, I can fix it, I swear--”

“I don’t mind it,” Gareth said, turning around. “I’m just confused. Why’d you do hearts and not dots?”

“Because…”

“Because?”

“Because I like you?”

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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“the period lessons.”

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 1,657

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, back/abdominal pain, other period symptoms, mentions of female anatomy; gareth is ever the empath and sweetheart

a/n: apparently i’ve got a new obsession and that’s the nickname “sugar.” so get used to it, because i’m gonna sneak it in every chance i get, i swear. i apologize if it’s chaotic as i did write the majority of this on my period and there were a lot of things happening. i hope you like it!! <333

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He was meant to come over today. You’d given him the okay when he called a few nights ago, your voice sweet with the prospect of seeing him.

“You’re sure it’s okay, sugar?”

“I’m sure, Gare. I miss you.”

But you hadn’t planned on your period arriving a few days early, setting you up nicely with debilitating cramps and back pain, the double-sided ache making the bed call your name.

You should’ve expected it, really, what with all the stress you’d been under lately—the semester rounding out, papers due and piling up. But, here you were.

You stood in front of the linen closet, eyes scanning for the familiar pale cover of the heating pad. Finding purchase, you snatched it out, untangling the cord as you walked down the hall.

Crouching, you fumbled with the outlet near your bed, scrambling to plug the device in, your back now throbbing, pain shooting out in waves and your palm doing nothing to soothe it.

Too lazy to take any medicine that could help, and—let’s face it—wanting to prove to yourself that you could take the pain, you splayed out in bed, tucking the warming pad between you and the mattress, wincing at the stabbing in your abdomen.

You glanced at the calendar hanging on your wall, that being enough to bring you out of your stupor and remember that Gareth was probably on his way over, angry at yourself for forgetting in the midst of pre-treating your blood stained underwear.

Gareth, on the other hand, had been practically giddy to see you all weekend. He’d gone to Family Video and picked up a couple movies you wanted to see. He didn’t want anything else than to just sit with you for a while. Sit with his pretty baby.

He pulled up outside your house, but he started to worry when he got out, noticing you hadn’t bounded out to meet him. Like you always did. He’d grown used to you waiting by the window for his car to appear, hopping down the stairs and slamming yourself into him. But you weren’t there.

Maybe you’d been in the bathroom, he thought. Maybe you’re just busy. But it was so unlike you. He couldn’t help the chill that spread through his body, and it wasn’t just because it was below freezing in Hawkins.

Gareth let himself in, making his way to your room. He knocked on the door frame before peeking in. “Sugar? You in here?”

His blue eyes found yours where you lay on your side, arm over your stomach to keep the heating pad exactly where you wanted it, knees pulled up almost to your chest. You sat up, wincing at the stab of pain in your pelvis.

“Gare.” You held your arms out and he came to you, dropping the movies on your side table.

“What’s the matter baby?” He asked, brushing your hair out of the way and rubbing at the sheet marks on your cheek. “You didn’t come out to see me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got my period yesterday and the second day’s always the worst and it hurts and I kinda forgot you were coming because there’s been so much blood and I just got frazzled an—”

“Hey, shh. It’s okay!” He grinned at you, smile lines forming on either side of his mouth. “I’m not upset. I understand.”

He really did. Gareth had three women in his life: his mother and two sisters. When his sisters got old enough that they needed to prepare for periods that might start at any point, his mom made Gareth sit in on what she called “the period lessons.”

His mom didn’t want him to think it was something bad or something to be scared of, and especially not something he shouldn’t know about because he was a boy.

So, Gareth learned what a period was, why they happen, what to do when they happen, and all about female anatomy. And since then he’d gone on many a supply run, memorizing what kind and size of everything his sisters needed when they were low.

You telling him this didn’t bother him in the slightest, and he told you as much. You were pleased that he’d had a good education and hoped you’d remember to thank his mom later.

“Is it really bad this time around?” He sat on his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs while he let you play with his hair considering that seemed to calm you down.

“Yeah. They get worse when I’m stressed.” He nodded, following along. “Heavier. My cramps get worse. But my back is always the worst part. S’ killin’ me, Gare.”

His hands moved to the bottom of your spine almost on instinct, trying to rub the pain away. “What can I do for you? To help?”

“Nothing, really. Being here is enough.” The small grin you offered made Gareth’s heart sting. Your eyes found the tapes on the table. “What’d you bring?”

He pulled away from you. “Oh. Found some movies you talked about. Thought maybe we could watch them.”

You could feel your mood change, like a wave crashing over your mind. “Oh no, Gareth, does this ruin your plans? Did I mess something up? I didn’t ask the other night what you wanted to do this weekend.”

Gareth laughed softly, and your brow furrowed at the reaction. He reached up, thumb smoothing out the line in your skin.

“Your vagina is bleeding out, your body is punishing you for not getting pregnant, and you’re worried about what I wanted to do this weekend? You’re such a dumbass.”

“Wow, thanks sweetheart.” That only made him laugh harder before he scooped you up in his arms, flopping down on your bed and taking you with him.

He looked down at where your stomach touched his. “You’re hot.”

“No, you.”

“Oh, fuck off. You have the heating pad out or something?”

“Yeah, was alternating between my back and my tummy.” You looked up, met with blue eyes boring into yours, catching you off guard.

“What?” You brushed a curl out of his eye.

Gareth was scanning your face, noticing how tired you looked, catching how you’d wince every few minutes at something hurting you. He hated that you were in pain. “Sorry for tackling you. You want the pad back?”

You clocked the change in his demeanor quickly, that becoming increasingly easy these days. “What’s wrong, Gare? You don’t have to apologize for playing around with me.”

“Nothing, I just don’t like that you’re in pain. And you were probably comfy and I tossed you about. Is there something I can do for you, baby? Sorry, I just really hate that you’re hurting.”

You were kind of shocked at the admission, not because of his saying it, you’d expect nothing less from Gareth, but because no one had ever cared about your period pains that much. It was just something you got over.

You thought for a moment. “We could watch a movie and you could lay with me, and you could rub my tummy while the heating pad is on my back.” You grinned at him, liking your own idea very much.

“Sure thing, sugar. Whatever you want.”

You settled next to him on the bed, covered in blankets, the warmth helping your back. Gareth’s hand was under the hem of your shirt, rubbing at the pudge of your belly over where you’d told him it hurt, callouses comforting you by the minute.

He’d put in Back to The Future, since you’d both seen it numerous times, and that way you could talk to each other if you wanted without missing anything important. You’d save the new movies for later.

“What does it feel like? Your period. Like the blood and stuff, but also the pain I guess?” You shifted to look at him.

“Hm. Most of the time it’s not like I can actively feel the bleeding, I just know it’s happening. But sometimes when I move, or sneeze, or laugh even, I can feel a gush of blood. It’s rather unpleasant.” He wrinkled his nose, mirroring yours as you recounted the feeling.

“The back pain is just a really bad ache. But it, like, radiates? It’s all over the bottom of my back and it doesn’t pass like cramps. It just keeps on. That on top of stomach pain is fucking ass, Gare.”

He smiled at your comment, feeling shitty knowing you had to go through this and men got to just brush it off or act like it was this nasty thing.

“That sounds horrific.”

You laughed softly at him, and the sound made his stomach flip. It never failed to.

“It is. And I get really, really sad and frustrated easily. So I’m glad you’re here. I haven’t had someone to love on when I get overwhelmed before.”

You cuddled deeper into his side, slipping your hand under his shirt to rub the squish of his tummy. Your fingers ran over his happy trail, and you felt him shiver.

“Well I’m up for being loved on.” He tapped your cheekbone, signaling for you to look at him.

When you did, he leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. “Did you have a sucker earlier? Taste like strawberry.”

“I did. The girls got them for a sleepover but they saved me some. I was told, ‘Give these to your pretty girlfriend. We like her more than you.’ So naturally I took some and brought others to share.”

You laughed at him and snuck your hand up further on his tummy. Gareth’s hand found your back, securing the heating pad against it for you.

You leaned up and kissed him again, eliciting a content hum from the boy. A little while later you heard him mumble, “Doc, are you tellin’ me you build a time machine out of a DeLorean?”

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pullingyourstrings · 1 year

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dominant Gareth x reader😍

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

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

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

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

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

Word count: 678

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want your cock" you answered simply.

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

"Please, want you so so bad"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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web-archives · 2 years

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Thank God it's Friday | Gareth Emerson x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: swearing, slight underage drinking

Summary: "Spin the bottle? Lame."

You chuckle looking over at the guy, he looked like one of Gareth's friend's. "Actually, I was thinking truth or dare," you explain, "whoever the bottle lands on has to either answer the truth or do the dare the spinner chooses,"

"And if we don't want too?" Gareth asks. He sat on the other side of the circle directly across from you. His 'I'm so tough' attitude back.

You smirk at him, "Then you take off an item of clothing."

OR: you take a body shot off of Gareth at a party.

posted to my ao3 as well word count: 1.6k

You never knew how much he really liked you.

There were ideas of course, you weren't stupid by any means and the long stretches of silence when you two were alone together, where you can catch him sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. Him catching his words almost so aggressively it was almost like you visibly saw him bite his tongue. The way he dragged his palms down his thighs, like he was wiping away the nervousness. He always hesitated, tucked his hair behind his ear, then started a conversation with you.

You truly didn't know how much he really liked you.

Because if you did you wouldn't have waited this long to tell him, is what you liked to think anyway.

The truth was it was easier for you guys (easier for you) to act like nothing was there at all. After all, getting together and it not working out? Losing your 7 year long friendship? Non negotiable. Considering how many late night talks you had with yourself about this topic to try and stop you from blurting your feelings out at him in a very word vomit way everytime the two of you were alone, being more careful should've been a given. Key words: Should have.

You grimaced, looking back at yourself in the bathroom mirror, Gareth's bathroom mirror. You sighed rolling your eyes. Okay a bit dramatic, this wasn't his fault.

Scratch that. Yeah it was. He just had to invite you to his party, you didn't even want to go, and you wouldn't have, if it wasn't for the way he walked up to you during lunch a few days ago.

He was all arms crossed with a sour look on his face when he walked up to you at lunch. Everyone who walked by us would have thought he didn't want to be there, he scoffed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and you smiled.

"Party at mine saturday?" The metal head giving you his equivalent of puppy dog eyes.

"Maybe!" You replied reaching over to flick him as he sat down across from you. It really should have been more of a struggle for you to say yes. Maybe it was his mildly pissed off look he always had on in public, or the fact that he never sat at your table long for lunch. Just long enough to catch up before he sat back down over with the Hellfire Club. You really missed hanging out with him.

You shake the memory out, turning on the bathroom sink you splash some water on your face. You could hear people outside the door. Your heart was pounding in your ears still, honestly it was just a party. You've been to some before it can't have been any different that it was Gareth's first time throwing one. Hell you weren't even nervous before you left.

It wasn't until you got here and realized that if there was anytime you were gonna make a move on Gareth, tonight is it. You had to admit, you looked good. Gareth was never one for parties so it was always you by yourself, and you took advantage. Your favorite outfit always had some guy or girl flirting with you at one point in the night so of course you had to wear it here.

A knocking on the door startled you out of your thoughts.

"Hello? Anybody in here?"

"Hold on a second!" You stumble out in reply. Pretending to wash your hands, opening the door, you smile at the stranger walking past him out of the bathroom and down the hallway. You vaguely recognize him as one of Jeff's friends. Walking out into the living room the music starting to get louder and the chatter you wonder where Gareth went. Considering he's hosting the party you thought he was with everyone else.

Going out into the garage you walked in to find almost all the members of Corroded Coffin on their couch. (You found Gareth.) Eddie wasn't there, you remember seeing a glimpse of him in the kitchen drinking the mystery-punch-that-wasn't-such-a-mystery and raiding the fridge.

"Hey boys," you greet, smirk on your face as you walk up to them arms wide open, giving them a spin "Do you like the outfit?"

Various mumbles of agreement come from the couch as you finish your spin. You look over at Gareth who was smiling up at you with his arms crossed. Tearing your eyes away from him you glance at all the other members, an idea hitting you.

"Would you guy's like to play a party game?" You ask, stepping back from them.

After collecting some random people from around the house who wanted to play, and an empty beer bottle you all had finally settled down in a sad excuse of a circle in the living room. You pop your neck and lean into the middle placing the empty bottle down, somewhere to your left you hear someone groan.

"Spin the bottle? Lame."

"And if we don't want too?" Gareth asks. He sat on the other side of the circle directly across from you. His 'I'm so tough' attitude back.

You smirk at him, "Then you take off an item of clothing."

Some people started giggling, you watched Gareth get flustered avoiding eye contact with you. You decide to start the game, leaning forward to spin the bottle you scan the people infront of you wondering who your victim would be.

It was silent as you watched the bottle spin, finally landing on Jeff. You gave him your sweetest smile you could manage propping your face up on your hand as you leaned forward.

"So Jeff, what will it be... truth? Or dare?"

After everyone had gone once, you noticed you were already down your shoes and socks. You winced, normally you were able to to dares and answer truths perfectly fine. Maybe it was the fact that Gareth was here that made you slightly more aware of acting like a dumbass.

The next time that the bottle landed on you it was Gareth's unnamed friend who spun it, popping your knuckles you looked up at him.

"So... truth or dare?" He grinned.

You smiled back at him, feeling a little on the dare side, if you didn't like the dare you could always take off your shirt.. right? It was either that or your pants considering they wouldn't count accessories, they barely let you get away with the socks. You glanced at Gareth, he was already looking at you with a strange look on his face.

"Dare."

"I dare you," he stops looking around the circle, "to take a body shot off of Gareth," he finished smugly.

You looked at Gareth, trying to fight off being flustered. "Are you okay with this?" You asked softly. You didn't want him to feel pressured if he wasn't. The tips of his ears were bright red and he was fiddling with his flannel.

Trying to avoid your eyes he responded, "Yeah, I don't see why not."

A few minutes later, someone had grabbed the salt and a lime, you made your way to sit next to Gareth's side on your knees as he laid on his back. You noticed how nervous he was, leaning over him you squinted down at him.

"You don't need to be so anxious ya know? I don't bite," you winked.

"Yes you do!" He protested, brows furrowed.

"Oh come on that was one time!" Giggling, you shushed him at you leaned down getting ready to lick the salt off his sternum and he put the slice of lime in his mouth. Do you take a deep breath to try and gather your confidence.

You lick the line of salt off his chest in one quick motion. (You're pretty sure you heard someone wolf whistle.) Then suck the alcohol out of his belly button while trying to hold back your giggling. With your face burning to lean up to his face and you guys almost touch noses while you take the lime out of his mouth, lips almost touching. You felt your breath hitch as you noticed just how red he turned.

Leaning back you suck on the lime, some of the group behind you cheering you on, as you grimaced. Putting down the lime you try to rub the embarrassment out of your cheeks while Gareth, who sat up when you leaned back looked so dazed.

Honestly you weren't sure what convinced you to do what you were about to do next. You've liked him for so long but had so many frustrations and made up problems and why you couldn't tell him. Blame it on the atmosphere, or the alcohol giving you false confidence later if it goes wrong, right?

"Hey Gareth?" You ask, almost breathless tilting your head to make direct eye contact with him.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?" You whisper.

"Um, Yeah," he takes a moment. "Uh Yes, yes please," he finishes, a completely new shade of red, eyebrows just slightly raised in shock.

You lean forward pressing your lips onto his, he immediately kisses back. Eyes closed you slide your hand behind his head running it through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your other hand on his cheek. You felt his hands settle on your hips as you guys break apart for air.

Your head falls forward resting in the crook of his neck and as you hear a couple people coo in the back. You giggle as you look up at him and see him already looking at you.

"Sooo," you start, trying to sound as innocent as possible, "You want to take this somewhere else?"

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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I think we got some chemistry between us

Gareth x gn! Reader

Warnings: cursing, being friend zoned, a menstruation mention

Summary: The only person you wanted to ask you to homecoming didn't and when your on the committee a certain someone comes and sweeps you to the dance floor

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The halls were buzzing with mindless chatter about the upcoming dance.

Girls fussed about what to wear and which boy would ask them, and boys discussed which chick would be worth their time.

Boys at Hawkins High were like dogs, they only had one thing on their mind.

All of them disgusted me except for the select few.

“(Y/n)!” I heard a yell and turned around.

It was Dustin, he greeted me with a geniue toothy grin.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you please sign up with me for the dance committee?”

I laughed.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I got in trouble, and now I have to do it and I would rather not spend my whole night lonely!” He whined.

I shook my head.

“Let me think about it okay, Dusty.”

“Okay, but please (y/n)!”

The bell rang, and I turned on my heel, walking to my next class.

“See ya at lunch!”

Ugh, of course my next class had to be chemistry and of course I had to share it with Gareth.

He was a year older than me.

He flunked last year, and now he's redoing it.

Now him being In the class isn't what is the bad thing, it's my massive, enormous crush on him.

It's like when he's around, I can't contain myself.

I'm awkward and blushy, and I can't even pay attention to anything but him, and it's all his fault.

But the worst part is that I always make a fool of myself because we're friends.

Stupid fucking friends.

I didn't want to just be his friend, I wanted to be his everything.

Though he didn't see me like that, at least, I think.

It's hard to tell with Gareth.

One minute he'll call me a pet name and then go back to calling me dude.

I wasn't a “dude” though.

I was just hopelessly in love with him.

“Hey (y/n)! What's up dude?”

I felt myself cringe internally.

“Hey Gareth.”

“You ready for the torture of today's class?”

I giggled softly.

“It's not that bad.”

“You sure, sweetheart because I literally have no idea what has been going on for the past month.”

I took my seat and Gareth sat right beside me.

“Okay then if you don't know anything how are you even passing?”

“Cheating off of you, of course.”

I playfully scoffed and hit his arm, he laughed in response.

God, he was so gorgeous when he laughed.

His dimples poked out and his smile glistened.

He truly looked like a Greek God, so beautiful that even the heavens cried for him.

“Good morning class, find your seats! Today, we will be continuing-.”

I could even listen to the teacher drone on.

Instead, my mind decided to occupy itself with more important things, like watching Gareth's hands flex and noticing the way his veins curve.

“Hello, earth to (y/n)?”

“Huh?” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Your lab or mine, sweetie?”

“Huh?” I felt myself starting to blush.

“We're doing a partner project.”

“Oh.” I nervously laughed.

“You weren't paying attention, were you?”

“Not a bit.”

He laughed and shook his head, his curls bouncing.

“Well that's just great, it's your fault if we cause an explosion, dude.”

I smiled.

“I'll blame it on you.”

Despite not paying attention for that class period, it went smooth sailing and me and Gareth actually managed successfully to complete the project.

I spent my next classes thinking about him.

I wanted him to so badly ask me to the dance, I could only imagine him dressed up all nice wearing a freaking bow tie.

He'd hold me while we danced, and he'd even kiss me.

It would be the perfect night.

There was no other guy for me but him.

Ever since I've met him, it's always been Gareth.

When the bell rang signaling lunch, my stomach spinned in circles, knowing I was going to see the boy who plagued my mind.

Already feeling nauseous, I chose to skip out on food and took my usual right beside Gareth.

My heart raced and my palms shook.

The things this boy did to me.

“Ah (y/n) have you thought about it yet?” Dustin asked, sitting across from me.

“Thought about what, Dustin?” Eddie questioned.

“I want (y/n)'s help on the homecoming committee, but they won't give me an answer!”

“Maybe I want to go, Dustin?” I interjected, my heart racing as Gareth turned his attention to me.

“You actually want to go to one of those?” Eddie busted out laughing and all the boys joined in.

“What's so bad about it?”

“What's so bad? What's so bad! Those 'parties' are just a popularity contest meant for total posers.”

Gareth jumped in and agreed with him.

“Absolutely everyone who goes to those things are assholes who peak in high school.”

My heart felt like it shattered.

I should've thought about this logically, there was no way Gareth would ever ask me to something like this.

Feeling defeated and humiliated, I stood up.

“Dustin, I'll help you.”

The boy smiled, and I wished I could share his enjoyment, but I couldn't.

I felt like an absolute fool.

________

The next day chemistry came and I dreaded it.

I couldn't face Gareth, especially after yesterday.

Just looking at him made me angry.

Why did he have to agree with Eddie?

God, I felt so dumb forever dreaming about going to a dance with him.

I sat at my lab, my head my laid in my folded arms.

“Hey dude, what's up!”

Dude!

I could not do this right now!

“Leave me alone, Gareth.” I spat out bitterly.

“Whoa harsh, is it that time of the month?” He joked lightly punching my shoulder.

I sat up and gave him a death glare.

“Sorry just joking.” He said realizing his mistake.

“You know what Gareth, not everything is a joke.” I spit out bitterly.

“What?” He was confused.

“Just leave me alone.” I grabbed my things and moved to a different seat, leaving him shocked.

Once class was over I raced to my next class, ignoring Gareth trying to talk to me.

When the lunch bell rang I simply just skipped it, hiding out in the library away from all the boys.

I realized how immature I was being, but I really couldn't do this.

I couldn't pretend everything was okay when my feelings were more than hurt.

Once school was over, I was making my way outside when I felt a hand grab me.

It was Gareth.

“Finally! We need to talk.”

I didn't respond, I just stared at him coldly.

“Dude if this is about this morning I'm so sor-”

“It's not about this morning!”

“Then what!”

“Are you really that clueless?”

“Hey!”

There was no going back now.

“I thought I was so obvious with my feelings. Maybe this asshole poser really wanted you to ask them to the dance.”

I shrugged his grip off and walked away.

Leaving him shocked once more.

_________

The night of the dance felt so bittersweet.

I wanted to be here, but just in different circumstances.

I would rather not be sitting here worrying over the ice melting for the refreshments.

Although I agreed to do this with Dustin, I hadn't seen him in a while making me think he ditched me.

I stood there sadly, jealous of all the couples dancing in front of me.

“Damn, that ice seems like it's melting.”

I turned to see Gareth.

He was all dressed up, just how I imagined it.

“Gareth?”

“Hey.” He smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

He grabbed my hand.

“Making it up to you.”

He pulled me on the dance floor.

It all felt so cheesy, as soon we got there a slow song started to play.

Gareth grabbed my waist and pulled me close, swaying us to the beat.

It all felt too perfect.

“I'm confused Gareth, why?”

“Because you're right I'm dumb, I've liked you for so long, and yet, I call you dude, I say whatever just to look cool like Eddie but this whole time I should've seen it, I should have seen you liked me, the real me. I know I fucked up (y/n) but if you'd have me, I will make it right this time.”

I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He smiled into it and pulled me closer.

His lips fit perfectly with mine, they melted into each other.

I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

“You know Gare I think we got some real chemistry between us.”

“And I thought I was the one who had the good science puns.”

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