#gareth emerson

[steddieinmyveins]

Gareth: so, Eddie. Are you a tits man or an ass man?

Eddie: ooo, that’s hard. Probably…ass?

Steve: *walks in wearing one of those tight little sweaters*

Eddie: …Or maybe tits. It’s a toss up.

Steve: *turns around to pick something up*

Eddie: you know what? ASS. Definitely ass.

Steve: *takes sweater off, revealing an even tighter polo underneath*

Eddie, drooling: Both. Both is good.

Gareth: ah, shit. We’ve lost him.

[flwrsuh]

invisible string - e.m

୨୧˚- pairing: eddie munson x best friend! reader. no use of y/n, reader is occasionally referred to by she/her pronouns. wc 9.2k

part two of the picture you series. [1] [2] [3]

୨୧˚- warnings : mutual pining, slow burn best friends to lovers, eventual smut, slight jealousy (on eddie’s part), jason carver being a dick, swearing, mention and use of weed, shared trauma from the events of season 4 (timeline is a bit diff, season 4 took place at the beginning of the ‘86 school year), basically everyone lives au, brief discussion of nightmares, reader comforts eddie, kinda self indulgent on the fluff (happy eddie is a must), slight angst, and so so so much tension. 18+ mdni.

୨୧˚- a/n ; thank you so much for the love on chapter one!! i already had this chapter mostly finished, so i was able to get it out fairly quickly (and i was too excited to keep it to myself tbh), but starting now, updates will probably be about once a week depending! tyty everyone <3

: ̗̀➛ listening to ; coming up roses - harry styles

the halls are chaos, same as always, students spilling out of classrooms, locker doors slamming, and mindless chatter in between classes.

eddie expertly navigates the halls, weaving through the sea of letterman jackets and high ponytails. his eyes scan the hall, searching. when his gaze finds your familiar face, he grins, quickening his stride.

he sidesteps a group of freshmen, nearly knocking over some of them in the process, before sliding up beside you with a dramatic flourish.

“miss me?" he teases, bumping your shoulder with his. “splat didn’t give you too much trouble last night, did he?”

his grin is infectious, the morning sunlight catching the glint of his rings as he tucks a wild curl behind his ear. you can still smell the faintest hint of leather and cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket, something distinctly eddie, something that makes your stomach flip.

you roll your eyes, but you can't stop the smirk tugging at your lips. “he cried all night. real tragic, demanded a lullaby. he’s definitely your kid.”

eddie clutches his chest dramatically. “our poor, neglected son." he leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice to a stage whisper. “tell me it was at least a metal lullaby. please tell me you didn't subject him to, like, madonna or some shit."

his face is so close you can count his freckles, can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he's trying not to laugh. you shove him away, but your fingers linger a second too long against the worn fabric of his jacket.

“relax. i went with sabbath."

eddie beams like you just handed him a grammy. “that's my girl," he says without thinking, then freezes. his ears go pink.

you pretend not to notice, but your heart stammers traitorously in your chest. if eddie hears, he doesn’t say anything, just clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“so," he says, a little too casually. “you, uh… got plans this weekend?"

you close your locker with a slam of metal on metal, shaking your head. “other than hellfire? just the usual,” you fall into step beside him, headed towards the cafeteria for lunch period. “oh, i do have an interview at the video store. you have robin to thank for that one,” you sound less than enthused.

eddie's eyebrows shoot up, lips curling into a smirk. “whoa, whoa, hold up. buckley got you a job interview?" he nudges you with his elbow, grin widening. “you? behind a counter? voluntarily interacting with customers? what happened to ‘i’d rather eat glass than serve jocks their shitty action movies,’ huh?"

you groan, shoving him sideways into a row of lockers, but he just laughs, dodging easily and throwing an arm around your shoulders. “relax, doll. think of it this way, now you can hide all the good flicks in the back before carver and his goons even get a chance to rent ‘em."

his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “corporate sabotage. very metal."

you snort, but can't fight the smile tugging at your lips. it's stupid, this whole conversation is stupid, pointless, meaningless, but you can't help the warmth spreading through your chest. it's easy with eddie, too easy.

“corporate sabotage, huh? sounds more up your alley than mine.”

“me? a bad influence? never," he protests. “i'm the pinnacle of innocence. i've never done a single dishonest thing in my damn life."

you swat him on the arm, trying not to laugh. "right, and i’m gonna be nominated for prom queen this year."

he grins, eyes dancing with mischief, then his gaze snags on something over your shoulder, smile faltering.

“uh-oh," he mutters. “brace yourself."

you follow his eye line, jason carver cuts a path through the crowded hallway, flanked by his usual band of jocks.

his gaze lands on you, and of course he notices how close you and eddie are walking, of course he frowns, jaw tight, of course he nudges his friends, calling out to eddie mockingly.

“hey, munson. shouldn't your girlfriend be out in the woods somewhere? casting spells and sacrificing chickens, or whatever it is you freaks do in your free time.”

eddie stiffens beside you, his hand twitching like he wants to hit him, but he hesitates. instead, he leans in closer to you, voice big and theatrical, “careful, carver. she does know some spells." he flicks his fingers toward jason mockingly. “one wrong word and poof, your hairline recedes even further."

jason’s face flushes slightly red, but before he can retort, you lean into eddie’s side and add with a sweet smile, “and for the record? i don’t sacrifice chickens,” you pause. "goats, on the other hand..."

jason blinks in quiet shock, and eddie beams at you like you just won the damn lottery.

“that’s my girl," he says, bolder now, loud enough for everyone to hear, before steering you away from jason with a flourish.

by the time you reach the cafeteria, you're buzzing. every nerve in your body is alive, hyper-aware of eddie's fingers against your shoulder, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders, the way your hip bumps his as you walk. you shove down the feeling, forcing a smirk like nothing's different, as if you're not replaying his voice—“my girl"— in your head like a broken record.

the second you push through the cafeteria doors, eddie drops his arm, suddenly remembering where you are, who’s watching, but his fingers linger for a split second, brushing against the back of your jacket like he can’t quite let go.

jason’s voice still rings in your ears, girlfriend, and your pulse kicks up again, traitorous, hopeful.

eddie clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “so uh, video store interview, huh? when’s that?" his tone’s casual, but his eyes dart to yours like he’s searching for something.

you shrug, trying to play it cool. “saturday. robin said to ‘dress like a functioning member of society,’ so…" you gesture vaguely at your outfit, ripped jeans, battered boots, one of eddie’s old band tees you stole years ago and never gave back.

eddie huffs out a laugh, “good luck with that." then, quieter, more sincere, “but hey… you’ll kill it."

his smile is small, genuine, the kind that makes your stomach swoop. you open your mouth to reply, but—

“munson! quit flirting and get over here!" gareth’s voice cuts across the cafeteria, accompanied by the clatter of dustin dramatically slamming his lunch tray down onto the hellfire table.

eddie rolls his eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in it. “duty calls," he sighs, jerking his thumb toward them, but he hesitates, biting his lip. "you… coming?"

it’s a silly question, like you’d ever sit anywhere else, but you nudge his shoulder with yours anyway, grinning. “try and stop me."

eddie’s answering smile could power hawkins for a year.

lunch passes in a blur of chaotic debates, gareth insists aliens built the pyramids, dustin’s voice cracks mid-rant about star wars lore, and eddie steals fries off your tray with zero remorse. but every now and then, when the noise fades to background static, you catch him watching you — quick glances, the hint of a smirk when you roll your eyes at the idiots surrounding you, your own little kingdom of freaks and outcasts.

the bell rings too soon. eddie lingers as the others scatter, slinging his bag over his shoulder with deliberate slowness.

“so," he starts, rocking back on his heels. “saturday. you want, uh… moral support? before the interview?" he fiddles with one of his rings, avoiding your eyes. “could swing by your place, help you not look like you rob graves in your free time."

the joke’s weak, but the the offer isn’t. you bite your lip to hide the grin threatening to split your face. “are you saying my aesthetic isn’t professional?"

eddie meets your gaze dead-on, suddenly serious. “sweetheart, you duct-taped your boot back together last week."

you gasp, “that was an emergency! the sole was—"

he interrupts you by reaching out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “say yes," he murmurs.

your breath hitches. his fingers linger near your jaw, calloused and warm.

"...yes," you whisper.

for an instant, a flicker of surprise crosses his face, like even he didn’t expect the answer. then he smiles, soft and slow.“great." there’s a pause. he rubs his neck, suddenly nervous. “i’ll be there. saturday. four…-ish?"

you nod, your heart pounding too hard in your chest. "four," you confirm, and try not to think about the way his fingers feel against your skin.

the rest of the week passes quickly, classes blend together, teachers' voices droning in the background while your mind keeps drifting to saturday, to eddie’s promise. to the way his hands hesitated near you like he wanted to reach out and never let go.

saturday afternoon finds you sprawled on your bedroom floor, surrounded by discarded clothes. your usual ripped jeans and band tees litter the carpet, nothing screams ‘hire me’ less than your usual style. you groan, flopping backward onto the mess.

“this is impossible," you mutter to splat, who watches judgmentally from your pillow. “what are you lookin’ at?”

a sharp knock at your door makes you jump. before you can answer, it swings open, revealing eddie, leaning against the frame with a smirk. his eyes rake over the chaos.

“damn," he whistles. “you do own clothes that aren’t black. who knew?"

you throw a sock at him. “shut up. help me."

eddie steps inside, kicking the door shut behind him. he picks through your disaster of an outfit pile with exaggerated concentration before holding up a dark green sweater, one you forgot you even owned.

“here," he says, tossing it at you. “pair it with those almost clean jeans. boom. ‘functioning member of society.’"

you catch the sweater, wrinkling your nose. “this is so boring."

eddie grins, crouching beside you. “yeah, well. play the game now, burn the place down later,” he nudges your knee with his. “you got this, sweetheart.”

the nickname sends a familiar warmth through you. you hug the sweater to your chest, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“thanks," you mumble.

eddie’s quiet for a beat. then, softly, “anytime."

you shove the sweater over your head, the fabric settling awkwardly against your skin, too soft, too normal. eddie watches with an unreadable expression as you turn to check yourself in the mirror, frowning at the reflection staring back.

“i look like a librarian," you groan, plucking at the collar like it's personally offended you.

eddie's laugh is sudden and bright as he steps up behind you, his hands landing on your shoulders, warm through the fabric. his gaze meets yours in the mirror, eyes dancing with amusement.

“nah," he murmurs, tugging lightly on the sleeve of your sweater to straighten it. “you look... good.”

there's something in his voice that makes your stomach flip, something uncharacteristically soft and unguarded that wasn't there before. his fingers linger for a second too long before he clears his throat and steps back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“alright, let's go before you chicken out," he teases, already heading for the door, but you catch the faint pink at the tips of his ears before he turns away.

the interview goes shockingly well. robin vouches for you hard, the manager seems too tired to care about your usual ‘aesthetic rebellion,’ and by the end, you’re scribbling your availability on a crumpled napkin like some kind of responsible adult.

eddie’s waiting outside when you emerge, leaning against the side of the building with a cigarette dangling from his lips. he straightens when he sees you, blowing smoke to the side.

“so?" he asks, trying, and failing to sound casual.

you hold up the hastily scribbled sticky note with your new schedule on it, “you’re looking at hawkins video’s newest nightmare."

eddie’s face splits into that wild, unfiltered smile you love, the one that makes him look seventeen instead of someone who’s seen too much. he crushes his cigarette under his boot and pulls you into a one-armed hug before you can react, his voice muffled against your hair, “knew you’d nail it."

as he lets go, too soon, always too soon, you catch the way his fingers flex at his side, like he’s stopping himself from reaching back.

the ride back to your house is quiet, filled with the hum of the radio and the steady thrum of eddie’s fingers against the steering wheel as he drives. every now and then, he glances at you out of the corner of his eye like he wants to say something, but the words stick in his throat.

you chew your thumbnail, looking out the window, resisting the urge to fidget with the sleeves of your new-old sweater. you wonder if eddie can hear your heartbeat thumping in the silence.

he pulls up in front of your trailer, killing the engine. the quiet stretches between you, almost awkward in a way that it never was. eddie drums his fingers on the wheel once, twice, before turning to face you fully, reaching into his pocket for something you can’t see yet.

“so," he starts, voice rough around the edges. “celebratory smoke?" he holds up a joint between two fingers with a lopsided grin.

you should say no. you have homework. your mom will be home soon. a dozen reasons flash through your mind.

instead, you reach for it. “only if you don't hog it this time."

eddie's laugh is startled, delighted. he leans across you to pop open the glove compartment to rifle around for a lighter, close enough that his hair brushes your cheek, close enough that you catch the faded smell of his leather jacket, scented with weed and cheap cologne.

when he pulls back, his eyes catch yours. just for a second. just long enough to make your pulse skip.

the joint burns slow between your fingers, smoke curling into the twilight air as you pass it back to eddie. his fingertips brush yours, just barely, and the contact lingers, warm against your skin. he takes a long drag, exhaling towards the van’s roof with a contented sigh, tilting his head back against the seat. the seat creaks softly underneath him as he adjusts, his eyes finding yours instinctively, as if he could feel yours on him already. you swallow thickly, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs slightly in his throat.

“so," he murmurs, voice roughened by the smoke, “first paycheck comes in, you're buying me lunch at benny's, right?"

you grin, nudging his arm with your elbow. “pretty sure you owe me lunch for all the times you've mooched fries off me."

eddie clutches his chest in mock offense. “mooched? that’s harsh, sweetheart.” but he’s smiling as he says it, eyes crinkling at the corners in that way you know means he’s trying not to laugh.

the joint dwindles between you, the ash glowing orange in the dim light. when it’s finally down to the filter, eddie flicks it out the window and turns to face you fully, suddenly serious.

“hey," he says softly, “proud of you, y’know."

your breath catches. his expression is so open, so unguarded, the way he only ever is with you. you swallow hard and look away before you do something stupid, like pull him closer.

“yeah, well," you mutter, “don’t get used to it. still planning my corporate takeover from within."

eddie laughs, loud and sudden, and something in your chest cracks open at the sound.

for a moment it feels almost easy again. eddie, the streetlamps flickering on, the smoke almost fully dissipated by now. it feels normal; like you can ignore the way your breath catches when he smiles, as if you're not holding onto the ragged edge of something that could break you both.

then he glances at his watch and his expression softens. the air changes. “i guess i should go. don't think your mom would appreciate the town freak loitering in her driveway on a school night."

“oh, come on. you know she tolerates you,” you joke back, your fingers moving to the door handle but not quite pulling yet.

eddie smirks, leaning back in his seat with exaggerated ease, but his knuckles whiten slightly where they grip the steering wheel. “tolerates. what a glowing endorsement."

he flicks his gaze toward you, mischief creeping back in. “guess that means i’m still banned from sunday dinners, huh?"

you roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder lightly, your hand lingers just a second too long on the worn leather of his jacket. eddie notices, his breath hitches almost imperceptibly.

“only if you show up wearing that judas priest shirt with the sleeves ripped off again," you deadpan.

then eddie clears his throat and leans over, reaching across you, “forgot to unlock it,” he mutters, his arm brushing yours as he pops the door open for you.

the night air is cool against your skin compared to the warmth of the car as you step out, shoving your hands into your pockets to avoid the temptation of climbing back in, to be with him a bit longer.

“thanks for the ride," you say, kicking at the dirt.

“anytime," eddie says quietly.

you force a smile that doesn't reach your eyes, trying to ignore the disappointment sinking in your chest as you shut the door, speaking through the cracked window. “i’ll see you.”

he nods, his eyes lingering on your face for a second too long. “later, sweetheart.”

eddie pulls away with one last wave, the car disappearing just down the street.

you linger on the porch for a moment, the silence closing around you like a cocoon. you shake your head, shoving away the tangle of thoughts churning in your mind. it’s just eddie, you remind yourself. just your best friend. not your boyfriend. not some unattainable fantasy. just eddie.

just eddie, who always gets under your skin and never stays close enough to touch.

inside, the trailer feels too big. too empty. you tug off the stupid green sweater and throw it onto your bed, where splat sits judging you with his button eyes, a physical reminder of eddie, of what you couldn’t have.

“shut up,” you mutter, flopping down next to him.

the clock ticks, your neighbor’s dog barks. you close your eyes and pray for sleep. it doesn't come.

hours later, you toss and turn in a tangle of sheets, trying to find some way to shut your brain off, but your thoughts keep circling back to eddie; his laugh, his smile, his eyes the way they get when he’s teasing you, and your heart pounds against your ribs with each memory.

you run an annoyed hand through your hair, it mussed from shifting against the pillow all night. you feel utterly idiotic, like some dumb cliche in those teen movies you and eddie hate.

“god, what is wrong with me?” you sigh, your voice quiet as your fingers fiddle with a loose green thread hanging off of splat. you pull at it quickly, attempting to be rid of it. instead, it continues to unravel, more thread wrapping your fingers; this is like us, you think. us? stupid.

the phone on your bedside table rings suddenly, jolting you out of your spiraling. you grab it off the receiver, fingers still wrapped in the green thread. “hello?” you reply groggily into the phone.

eddie's voice crackles through the receiver, low and gravelly. you catch yourself sitting up straighter.

“did i wake you?"

you shake your head, despite the fact he can't see you. “no," you say, trying to sound like your heart isn't hammering in your chest. “just... couldn't sleep."

there's a pause on the other end of the line. he asks quietly, “nightmare?"

“you could call it that, i guess.” your fingers absentmindedly begin twirling the green thread again as you reply, your other hand keeping the phone held up to your ear.

his voice drops impossibly soft, it almost feels like he’s in the room with you, “that bad, huh?"

you can picture him running a hand through his messy hair, frowning at no one in particular. your fingers tug too hard at the green thread, unraveling it a little more, not trusting your voice to be convincing in your white lie.

it's quiet for a second, like he's thinking carefully about what to say. “you wanna hear something funny?”

you smile faintly, despite the tension in your chest. “hit me.”

eddie clears his throat dramatically, like he's about to deliver some grand performance. “okay, so, what do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?"

you groan, “eddie, that's literally the oldest—"

he cuts you off, voice brimming with fake offense. “ah-ah-ah! let the master work!" then, with a terrible attempt at a posh accent, “sofishticated."

the silence on your end is deafening. eddie waits exactly three seconds before bursting into laughter, the kind that makes him wheeze a little at the end.

“you hate me right now," he gasps between chuckles. “i can feel it through the phone."

and god help you, you're smiling, actually smiling, despite the fact it's the dumbest joke in existence.

you glance down at the green thread still tangled around your fingers, looser now, less suffocating. “shut up," you mumble, but you both know you mean to say thank you.

eddie’s laughter settles into a quiet hum, the line crackling with static between you. for a moment, neither of you speaks, just the sound of his breath and yours, steadying in tandem. then he sighs, his voice dropping into something quieter, more sincere.

“seriously though,” he murmurs, “if the nightmare was real bad… i got my van.” a beat. “could be there in five… four if i run the stop sign.”

it’s late and you should probably just go to bed, but your chest aches with something tender and raw, and suddenly all you can think is, “which stop sign?”

eddie huffs a laugh. “the one by mrs. andrews’ mailbox. you know she hates when i-“

you cut him off, “come over.”

a pause. the line goes so quiet you think maybe the call dropped. then, “yeah?” his voice is rough, hopeful. “you sure?”

you glance at splat, at the unraveled green thread pooled in your lap. “yeah,” you whisper. “hurry up.”

the line goes dead, only leaving a soft hum in the absence of his voice. you put the phone back onto the receiver, the green thread now limp in your fingers, finally detached. the silence of the trailer feels heavier now, anticipation crackling under your skin. you count the minutes in your head, listening for the familiar rumble of his van.

one.

you notice your palms are weirdly sweaty.

two.

a car door slams outside.

three.

knuckles rap against your window, soft, trying not to wake your mom in the other room.

four.

you yank the curtains aside. eddie’s standing there, hair wild from he wind, cheeks flushed from sprinting across your lawn in the cold. he grins when he sees you, crooked and bright, breath fogging the glass as he leans in closer.

“told ya," he mouths through the window, "four minutes."

eddie tumbles through the window with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, landing with a thump on your bedroom floor, knocking over a stack of cassettes in the process. he freezes mid-step, wincing at the clatter.

“shit—"

you clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh as he frantically gestures for silence, eyes darting toward your closed door. when no angry footsteps come, he exhales dramatically and flops onto your bed beside, limbs sprawling like he owns the place.

“so," he whispers, propping his head up on one elbow, "wanna tell me about this nightmare, or do i gotta guess?" his tone is light, but his eyes are serious, dark and searching in the dim glow of your bedside lamp.

you swallow hard. the thread is gone, but the weight of it lingers between you. eddie waits. patient. always patient with you. you lay down beside him, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

outside, the wind rattles the trailer park streetlights. inside, his knee brushes yours under the blankets, warm and solid and probably crossing some kind of line.

“just the usual," you finally mumble. your fingers find the blanket hem, nervously fiddling with it.

eddie nods. he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture so gentle it makes your breath catch. his eyes hold yours, steady in the dim light. “you know that stuff isn't real, right?"

you take a shaky breath, shaking your head. “feels real," you admit.

eddie's expression softens further, like he can sense the things you aren't saying, the double meaning in your words. his hand lingers near your face, so close you can feel the heat of him, hovering in the narrow space between you.

“wanna know something stupid?" he asks quietly.

you nod, not trusting your voice.

eddie exhales sharply, almost like a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “i get ‘em too,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “not the…the vecna shit, not anymore, but… other stuff. the kinda stuff that sticks around even when you’re awake.” his thumb brushes your cheekbone, feather-light. “you never look at me like i’m crazy when i talk about it. that’s… that’s why i called. ‘cause i figured if anyone gets it…”

he trails off, eyes darting over your face like he’s seeing it for the first time. the confession hangs between you, raw and terrifying and so painfully eddie it makes your ribs ache.

“that’s not stupid, eds.”

he swallows, throat bobbing. his gaze snaps to yours like he'd forgotten you could hear him.

“thanks, but i mean, it kinda is a little." he clears his throat, suddenly sheepish. “i just… it’s bullshit, isn't it? i can beat the hell out of monsters, but i can’t shut my brain off at night? kinda pathetic when you think about it.” he offers up a half-smile that doesn't quite cover the vulnerability in his eyes.

“it’s not,” you shift a bit closer, laying your head on the pillow and rolling onto your side to face him. your faces are now just inches apart, you can feel his warm breath fanning your lips on every exhale. “you’ve seen shit that most people our age can’t even imagine. you’re brave, eds. always have been… even without the monsters.”

eddie's breath hitches, just barely, at the nickname, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips and back again. he doesn’t pull away, voice barely above a whisper when he answers, “brave, huh?" a smirk tugs at his mouth, but it's softer now, less defensive.

“could say the same about you, y'know. if we're handing out compliments tonight."

his fingers twitch against the pillow near your head like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure he’s allowed. the air between you hums with something electric, fragile, like the moment before a guitar string snaps.

“how so?”

he blinks for a second, the sudden closeness is throwing his thoughts off kilter, but he keeps your gaze, unwavering. “you're not scared, ever. you fight the whole damn world without even realizing it, and it's… it's pretty badass, y'know?"

your heart pounds in your ears, the heat rolling off eddie's body making you dizzy, as if you're standing too close to an open flame. you lean forward, just a tiny fraction.

“i’m scared a lot of the time, actually,” you admit quietly, eyes scanning his face in the dim light of your room.

eddie lets out an exhale like you just punched him in the ribs, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something softer, more serious.

“but you keep going," he says, voice low and rough. “when most people would have given up or run for the hills, you keep going. that's bravery, sweetheart, even if you don't think so. that's who you are."

you snort, “funny. i just copy you.”

that makes him pause. he shakes his head, something like wonder flashing across his face in the half-light.

“you give me too much credit." he wets his lips, eyes flickering between your mouth and your gaze like he can't decide which to focus on. “i'm not as fearless as you think i am."

“someone has to give you your flowers. god knows you’ll never do it yourself.”

he huffs, but you catch the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, the same one that appears whenever you tease him. “who died and made you the flower-giver?"

it's a defense, you know that, a deflection, a way to play off how your words affect him so he never has to be vulnerable first.

your voice comes out barely above a whisper, but he’s so close he catches it anyway. “fate, maybe? if you believe in that stuff, anyway.”

eddie goes very still, eyes searching your face for a moment that feels like an eternity. his expression crumbles into something like disbelief.

“you don't honestly believe in that garbage, do you?" he lets out a low, disbelieving huff. “it's just a bunch of cosmic nonsense, sweetheart. no fate, no destiny. just chaos and luck and shitty timing." his tone is harsher than usual, bordering on bitter.

“maybe you’re right… but i can’t help but think,” you pause, exhaling shakily. “what if, you know? all of this feels like more than coincidence, doesn’t it?”

eddie's jaw tightens. his gaze flicks away from yours, your words are a hit he can't bring himself to dodge.

“so… what? we’re just pawns in some big show, some pre-ordained path? bullshit.” he lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. the movement sends his hair tumbling into his eyes as he looks back at you.

“what's the point, then? if everything's already been decided?"

his voice is rough, cracking around the edges. you wish you could take the words back, rewind the moment and not bring up something that clearly hits too close to home.

“eddie—" you start, but he shakes his head, sitting up.

“it's bullshit," he cuts you off. “the thought that there's no control, that no matter what i do… my life's already laid out, start to finish,” his hands flex against the sheets.

you sit up too, reaching for his hand before he can pull away completely. “eds, i didn't mean—"

he doesn't jerk away, but his fingers stay stiff in your grip. “then what did you mean?" his voice is quiet now, but the frustration still simmers beneath it.

you swallow hard. the words feel too big, too fragile to say out loud, but you owe him this honesty.

“i just meant…" you trace the calluses on his knuckles, guitar strings, fight scars, years of survival etched into his skin. "...that out of all the uncertainty, all the ‘chaos and the shitty timing’… i still found you. don’t know where i’d be if i hadn’t.”

the silence between you is thick. eddie stares at your joined hands like he's trying to decipher a riddle. then, slowly, still unsure, his fingers tighten around yours.

eddie exhales sharply, his grip almost painful in its intensity. his eyes flick up to meet yours, raw, unguarded, stripped of every sarcastic defense he usually wears like armor. “yeah," he rasps. “me too."

he doesn’t elaborate. he doesn’t need to. the words settle between you like an oath, like something sacred. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, once, twice, before he pulls his hand away with a shaky breath.

the air between you crackles with years of the unspoken. eddie leans back against your headboard, raking a hand through his hair as if trying to physically shake off the weight of the moment.

“christ," he mutters, voice rough with something like awe or terror or both. “we’re a pair, aren’t we?"

you lean back beside him, staring straight ahead at the wall. “yeah, guess so.”

he shifts next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. the silence stretches, but it’s not uncomfortable. it’s the kind of quiet that only exists between people who know each other down to their bones.

eddie nudges your knee with his. “still think we'd find each other in any universe?" he asks, voice laced with faux-casualness. as if it’s a joke; like it doesn’t matter, but you know him better than that.

you lean your head on his shoulder, voice coming out unsure, “feels like we already have.”

eddie inhales so sharply you think he might have stopped breathing. for a second you think he's going to pull away, or shove you lightly and mutter some sarcastic reply to deflect the moment, but instead, your best friend, your person, leans into you gently, his head resting on top of yours.

“y'know what’s stupid?" he says after a moment. his voice is uncharacteristically soft, the words whispered into the dark like a confession.

“hm?” you hum softly, fingers absentmindedly tracing the black ink popping out from underneath his shirt collar.

“every time i think i’ve got this life figured out, something comes along and proves me wrong." eddie shifts beside you, one knee coming up to rest against your thigh. he seems to be choosing his words carefully, a rare moment of vulnerability from the boy that hides behind jokes.

“like… there's this part of me that expects to wake up someday and this, all of this, is just some kind of dream. some cosmic joke being played on me because… because people like me aren't allowed to have this, right? this… peace. happiness. whatever."

he sighs in frustration, clearly having been thinking about this for a while.

you lift your head just enough to look at him, his face so close in the dim light that you can see every unguarded flicker of emotion, the way his lips press together, the quiet frustration in his brow. you reach up without thinking, brushing a loose curl from his forehead with your fingers.

“people like you?" you murmur, holding his gaze. “you mean people who are brave, and kind, and stupidly good at making other people feel like they matter? to those kids, you’re a hero, and you don’t even realize it. henderson practically idolizes you.”

eddie's breath hitches. his fingers twitch against the blanket between you, wanting to touch, but still not allowing himself.

“that's not—" he starts, but then stops when your thumb grazes his cheekbone. his voice drops to a whisper, “sweetheart..."

it sounds like a surrender.

“i'm not brave." he shakes his head slightly, eyes fixed on your hand against his skin. his jaw clenches. “and i’m not some kind of hero. i’m a third-year senior with a genetic unlucky streak, at best. at worst I'm a—"

“don't," you murmur, your thumb brushing just beneath his eyelashes. he blinks, eyes going impossibly soft. “don't call yourself that. god, eds, i can't stand when you do that. don’t downplay all the shit you’ve been through just so you don’t have to talk about it.”

eddie’s breath stutters. he reaches up to curl his fingers around your wrist, not pushing you away, not pulling you closer, just holding you there, needing you to anchor him in the moment. his pulse thrums wildly under your fingertips.

“fine," he whispers. “but you don't get to call me a hero either. deal?"

his voice is rough, but there’s a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, trying to wrestle back some control, some semblance of the usual eddie, but his thumb strokes absently over the inside of your wrist, betraying him.

“can i think it?” you joke half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

eddie groans, pressing his forehead against yours dramatically, but he doesn’t pull away. his nose bumps against yours, breath warm as he grumbles, “ugh, fine. just…don't expect me to start wearing a cape or some shit." he tilts his head slightly, smirking. “unless it's leather. then maybe."

just like that, the tension shatters because this is eddie, and this is you, and no matter how heavy things get, he’ll always find a way to make you laugh.

“nah, you’re more of a suit of armor kinda guy,” you joke, barely able to get through the sentence without laughing, picturing eddie clanking around in creaky metal, trying his best to stay upright under the weight.

eddie gasps, clutching his chest like you’ve mortally wounded him. “excuse you, i’d be a rogue, obviously. leather armor, daggers, maybe a cloak for dramatic effect,” he gestures wildly, nearly smacking you in the face before catching himself.

you burst out laughing, trying your best to stifle it with your hand while shoving his shoulder. he grins, victorious. the sound fills the quiet trailer, bouncing off the walls like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

eddie leans back against the headboard, watching you with an expression so soft it makes your stomach flip. “there she is," he murmurs. he doesn’t have to say it, you already know— his girl. you realize with sudden, terrifying clarity, that you’d follow him anywhere.

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling so wide your face hurts. eddie studies your expression for a second before suddenly leaning in close, close enough that you can see all the little flecks of gold in his eyes, the soft yellow lighting from the lamp bouncing off of his irises.

"...you’re blushing," he whispers, delighted.

you shove him again, harder this time, and he topples sideways onto the bed with a dramatic yelp, pulling you down with him in a tangle of limbs and laughter. he just holds you there, not wanting to let go so soon.

“you staying?” you say after a few moments of silence, shifting more onto your side of the bed.

eddie looks at you like you just asked the dumbest question on earth, raising an eyebrow. “uh, yeah?" he tugs you a little closer, throwing an arm around your waist to pull you back towards him.

“night, eds.” you reach to turn off the lamp beside your bed, settling back against him.

he smiles against your neck, his breath warm on your skin. “night, sweetheart."

you let your eyes flutter shut, listening to the wind outside, the rise and fall of his chest.

right as you're drifting off, you feel a gentle touch against your hair.

“you awake?" eddie whispers in the dark.

you hum sleepily, shifting a little closer under his arm. “hm?”

he hesitates for a second, his fingers still tangled in your hair. his voice comes out softer than you’ve ever heard him, “thanks for… y’know. not letting me spiral.”

it’s the quietest admission you’ve ever heard from him. before you can respond, he shifts, pulling the blanket over both of you and rolling over to face the wall.

you stare at his back, the rise and fall of his shoulders. you could reach out and touch him, tell him he doesn’t have to thank you, that you’d always be there.

you don’t, because he knows. he’s always known.

you lay there in the darkness, listening to him breathe. wishing, for a single selfish second, that words alone could be enough. that in the silence of the trailer, the weight of unspoken things could disappear.

his breathing evens out slowly, the tension in his shoulders unspooling as sleep finally takes him. you watch the way the moonlight cuts across his profile, the sharp line of his nose, the curve of his lips, the dark flutter of his lashes against his cheeks. he shifts onto his back, messy curls splaying across your pillow.

and then, because you’re weak, because you’re selfish, because you’ve always been a little in love with him, you reach out. just once. just to brush your fingertips against the back of his hand where it now rests over his stomach. his fingers twitch in his sleep, curling slightly toward yours.

you close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. the night stretches on.

outside, the wind hums through the gaps in the trailer walls, a quiet, familiar lullaby. the faint glow of streetlight bleeds through your curtains, painting gold across eddie's collarbone where his shirt has slipped askew and you have to stop yourself from running your fingers over it. you memorize the way his pulse jumps under his skin when your fingers skim his wrist.

“eddie," you whisper to the dark, just to taste his name on your tongue. he doesn’t stir, but in his sleep, his pinky hooks around yours, keeping you close.

sunlight spills through the gaps in your curtains, painting stripes of gold across the tangled blankets and the still-sleeping boy beside you. eddie’s face is half-buried in your pillow, mouth slightly open, one arm flung out around your waist, where it had stayed all night. his hair is an absolute disaster, curls sticking up at odd angles.

you’re frozen, suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact, his knee knocking against yours under the sheets, the warmth of his palm pressed flat against your ribs. you should move. you should wake him up, but for one stolen moment, you let yourself linger, memorizing the weight of him, the quiet rasp of his breathing. his nose scrunches slightly, as if feeling your attention on him even in sleep, a soft groan escaping him as he stirs.

"...mmph. time’s it?" he mumbles into the pillow, voice thick with sleep.

you glance over at the clock on your wall, “almost ten.”

eddie groans, finally opening one eye at you. “ten? really? why didn't you wake me, dickhead?"

he pokes you in the ribs, not hard, just enough to make you jump. you swat at his hand, biting back a grin. “you just looked so peaceful.”

he gives you a halfhearted glare, but there's no real heat behind it. he drags himself up onto one elbow, scrubbing a hand through his sleep-mussed curls.

“that's a shitty excuse, sweetheart.” but he glances away, cheeks flushed, lips twitching.

“didn’t say it was a good one.”

eddie huffs, but he doesn't move away, just flops back onto your pillow, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes.

“you're lucky you're cute," he mutters, muffled by his sleeve.

you both freeze, effectively stunned. the air between you goes electric with the weight of the words neither of you were supposed to say out loud. somewhere outside, a car backfires, effectively shattering the moment.

you clear your throat, attempting to move on without a hitch. “you mind driving me to work today? first day of corporate hell, can’t be late.”

eddie sits up too quickly, nearly knocking heads with you. “oh shit, yeah, today's the day you sell your soul to the man, huh?" he grins, clearly relieved by the subject change.

he scrambles off the bed, already halfway to the door before you can process him leaving your side. just like that, the moment passes, but the ghost of his warmth lingers on your skin long after he's gone.

as eddie disappears down the hall towards the bathroom, you collapse back onto the mattress, your pulse still hammering against your ribs. you press your palms to your face, inhaling shakily.

“fuck," you whisper to the empty room.

then you hear the sound of a door opening and shut, followed by the unmistakable noise of the shower turning on. which gives you an idea. a stupid idea. an absolutely terrible idea.

you stare at the bathroom door, the bathroom where eddie is currently standing under the spray in your shower.

your heart lurches, but not in the way you expected. the thought should thrill you, should make your pulse race. instead, something cold and sick twists in your stomach, your heart stuttering for a different reason entirely.

“fuck," you mutter again, rolling onto your side and curling into yourself.

because this isn't just some flirty game anymore. this is eddie. your best friend, and you're not about to ruin that for a stupid fantasy

the shower shuts off after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all. you hear eddie humming, some off-key metallica riff, as he pads back toward your room. you squeeze your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep when the door creaks open.

“sweetheart, you awake?” he whispers. when you don't respond, he sighs, voice softening. “alright, sleeping beauty. five more minutes."

his fingers brush your shoulder, light as a breath, before he pulls away.

you wait until he shuts the bathroom door again before finally sitting up, exhaling slowly. you can do this, things don't have to change. you can ignore the way your heart stutters every time he looks at you. you have to.

when eddie reappears, hair still damp, he takes one look at your face and stops dead in the doorway.

“jesus,” he says quietly. “you look like someone kicked your dog."

“just first day jitters,” it sounds like a lie, even to you.

he eyes you skeptically from across the room, not buying it. “uh huh. that why you're sitting there like someone pissed in your cheerios instead of getting dressed?"

you try forcing a smile, it doesn't reach your eyes. “maybe”

you shove yourself off the bed before you can say something stupid. “we’re gonna be late,” you say, avoiding his gaze as you search your floor for anything you can throw on.

“right, yeah,” he clears his throat, grabbing his jacket off the floor. “let’s roll.”

the drive to your new job is filled with music, eddie’s familiar mix of metallica and black sabbath blasting through the speakers, but the usual comfort of it feels distant today. you stare out the window, your knee bouncing restlessly.

eddie glances over at you, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “you sure you’re good?”

you nod, forcing another smile. “yeah. just… thinking.”

he doesn’t push, just turns the music up louder, filling the silence between you with something easier than words.

when he pulls into the parking lot of the video store, he shifts in his seat to face you, grinning. “aright, corporate warrior. try not to let ‘em break your spirit on day one.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the real smile that tugs at your lips. “thanks for the pep talk.”

eddie’s grin softens, just for a second, before he reaches over and ruffles your hair. “go get ‘em, tiger.”

you take a deep breath and step out of the car, glancing back once to see eddie still watching you through the windshield. he waits until you’re safely inside the family video before driving away.

the bell dings cheerfully as you enter, spotting robin immediately behind the counter. her face lights up in excitement when she catches sight of you, “thank god, i totally thought you were gonna bail.”

you manage a laugh, shoving your hands into your pockets. “sorry. overslept." not technically a lie.

robin arches a brow, leaning forward on the counter with a smirk. “and by 'overslept,' you mean…?"

“that i overslept,” you reply back quickly, already agitated at what you know she’s implying. steve appears from the back room, dropping her a fresh family video vest on the counter.

steve squints at you, then at robin, then back at you again. “wait, hold up, were you guys talking about—"

robin smacks him in the chest with the back of her hand before he can finish. “no! nope. no we were not."

steve rubs his sternum, looking deeply offended. “jesus, fine." he tosses the vest your way. “just saying, if you were talking about munson, i have insider info. that's all."

robin kicks him behind the counter, earning a slight wince from him.

you stiffen, the mention of eddie sending a familiar jolt through you. you force a laugh, trying to play it cool. “oh yeah? enlighten me."

steve leans on the counter on his forearms, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, i heard from henderson, who heard from brian, who heard from gareth, that a certain someone doesn’t want you working here. with me.”

you blink, processing.

“what?" your voice comes out sharper than intended, earning a surprised look from steve.

robin kicks him again, harder this time. steve yelps.

“i'm just the messenger!" he hisses at her, before turning back to you with a wince. “look, don't shoot me, i'm just repeating what i heard."

your pulse thrums in your ears. you can picture the scene so clearly, eddie pacing his trailer, grumbling to gareth about you working with steve harrington of all people. it’s ridiculous. it’s… possessive.

you swallow hard, schooling your expression into something neutral. “yeah, well. tell henderson, and gareth, and brian, to mind their own business."

robin shoots steve a warning look. “hey, steve, why don't you go start the returns?"

“what, why?" steve looks between you with a frown.

“just go, dingus,” she says, rolling her eyes at his inability to read the room.

he looks like he wants to protest, but finally throws his hands up in defeat. “fine, whatever. i'll go do the boring manual labor."

he disappears into the back room, still grumbling to himself, leaving you and robin in awkward silence for a moment.

she clears her throat awkwardly. you stare determinedly out the window at a car driving past.

finally, she lets out a huff. “can i be honest?" here it comes.

“you might as well." you mutter.

she leans forward, bracing her elbows on the counter. “look, you know i love munson. the guy's a total weirdo, but in like, a good way, you know?"

you nod slowly, waiting for the rest of it.

robin exhales sharply, raking a hand through her hair. “but this? him getting all bent out of shape about you working here? that's bullshit." her voice drops lower, glancing toward the back to make sure steve isn't listening. “you don't belong to him. you get to make your own choices, and if he can't handle that—"

she cuts herself off, shaking her head. “just… don't let him scare you off from something you wanna do, okay?"

the words land heavy in your chest. because she's right, but it's not that simple, not when the thought of disappointing eddie makes your stomach twist into knots.

before you can respond, the bell above the door chimes. you and robin end up, thankfully, interrupted by a customer. your first day goes by in a bit of a blur, robin trains you on rewinding the tapes, and you pretend like there’s not a pit in your stomach.

the neon family video sign flickers as you clock out, stepping into the dim parking lot. eddie’s van idles near the curb, exhaust curling into the cool night air. he’s leaning against the driver’s side door, arms crossed, cigarette dangling from his lips. the glow of the ember illuminates his sharp features when he spots you.

“told you i’d pick you up," he calls, grinning.

your stomach flips, equal parts irritation and something warmer, something treacherous. you shove your hands in your pockets and walk toward him. “yeah, yeah. just don’t make a habit of lurking outside my job like some kinda stalker."

eddie scoffs, flicking ash onto the pavement. “please. if i was lurking, you wouldn’t have seen me.” he pushes off the van, swinging the passenger door open with a dramatic flourish. “m’lady.”

you roll your eyes, climbing into the passenger seat. “oh, so you have an appropriate amount of stalker-like tendencies. that’s comforting."

“hey, stalking implies there’s some element of subtlety. that’s not my thing," he protests, starting the engine and cranking the a/c. the van rumbles to life, filling the air with the familiar sound of black sabbath’s war pigs.

eddie turns the volume down slightly, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulls out of the parking lot. he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye like he wants to say something, but can't quite find the words, continuing the dance that had become your new normal almost overnight.

finally, he clears his throat. “so, how was the first day?”

“it was fine," you say, staring out the window as hawkins blurs past. “steve and robin are... they're nice."

eddie stiffens almost imperceptibly beside you. “yeah, nice," he mutters under his breath, grip tightening on the wheel.

the silence between you grows heavier.

you glance over at him, taking in the set of his jawline, the way his bangs shadow his eyes just a bit. “you’re mad," you say, more of an observation than a question.

he huffs, eyes fixed on the road. “i’m not mad."

“eddie." you give him a sharp sidelong glance. he sighs, shoulders slumping a little. “fine, alright. yeah. i'm mad."

“mad at me?”

“no," he snaps, “not at you."

you watch him warily. “then who?"

“steve."

ah. “why?"

“because… i don’t know, alright?" he exclaims. “he just pisses me off."

“i thought you guys were cool after, y’know, everything?” you don’t need to specify, you were all there those few short months ago; the demobats, the upside down, all the things you’d both rather forget.

eddie scoffs, fingers tightening around the wheel. “we are cool. doesn't mean i gotta like the guy hovering around you all day."

you blink at him. "...what?"

he grimaces, realizing what he just said. the van slows at a red light, and he finally turns to look at you, really look at you, his expression caught between frustration and something far more vulnerable.

“look, i don’t—" he cuts himself off, jaw working. “forget it."

the light turns green. eddie exhales sharply and hits the gas. neither of you speak the rest of the way to your house.

when he pulls up to your trailer, the silence between you feels like a living thing, heavy and tense. eddie doesn’t turn the engine off, doesn’t look at you, just drums his fingers against the wheel like he’s waiting for something, like maybe he wants you to break first.

you unbuckle your seatbelt, hesitating before grabbing the door handle. “thanks for the ride,” you mutter.

eddie nods stiffly. “yeah. no problem.”

you should get out, go inside and let this, whatever this is, fizzle out like every other almost-argument you’ve ever had, but something stops you. you sit frozen. maybe it’s the way his knuckles are white around the steering wheel. maybe it’s the way he hasn’t looked at you once since that red light, or maybe it’s the way your chest aches at the thought of leaving things like this.

you take a deep breath. “eddie—”

he cuts you off with a sharp laugh, finally turning to face you. his eyes are dark, unreadable. “what? what do you want me to say?”

you swallow hard. you don’t know. that’s the problem.

the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. finally, eddie sighs, running a hand through his hair. “just… go inside, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow.”

it’s a dismissal. a gentle one, but a dismissal all the same. you nod stiffly, mimicking his previous actions and push the door open, stepping out into the cool night air. the van doesn’t pull away until you’re safely inside, the sound of the engine fading into the distance as you lean back against your front door, exhaling shakily.

something has shifted between you tonight. you’re not sure what it means yet, only that nothing will ever be quite the same again.

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Paring: Eddie Munson x reader x Gareth Emerson. Word count: 6.0k Warnings: Mdni, all characters are aged up. Eddie is 20, Gareth is 19, reader is 18. threesome, Piv. Oral m!reciving, fingering, weed/pot, fem!reader, overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Slight breeding kink. Two dicks at once. Not proof read very good. Note: if you really like this fic please check out Make Me Feel by @munsonstorm She’s the only other fic I could find like this and her writing and the story is so sooo good.

Eddie Munson is the “freak” at Hawkins high. And you? Well you’re now dubbed as “the freaks girlfriend.” But before that you were a normal average pretty girl walking down the halls just as anyone else.  

Sometimes when people see you and Eddie giggling in the corner of a classroom they fake gag. Other times girls come up to you and ask if you’re okay.

The point is your relationship was disgustingly perfect with anyone who had eyes could tell. For Valentine’s Day Eddie made paper roses for you. Put them near your locker and then at your desk, he had asked people to just give those paper roses to you through out the day. It was sweet and you were definitely embarrassed by the end of it. 

That’s why it was such a shock to Gareth when Eddie came up to him one day, asking about you. 

 “Hey!” 

Eddie jogged from his van over to where Gareth was walking slight out of breath, bag slung over his shoulder while Eddie was smoking a cigarette. Seemed like Eddie was all decked out today with the holes in his black jeans and fingerless gloves. 

Eddie threw an arm over Gareth’s shoulder. They were both in hellfire club, they had a band together, and they smoked weed on the weekends. Not to mention growing up and catching the occasional movie with each other as children. They were as close as best friends could be. 

“Hey man so, I gotta question.” 

“Shoot.” Gareth stayed looking at the concrete while they both walked in tandem, thinking this was gonna be another question about whether or not the chupacabra should be in the next campaign.

“So, late last night me n’my girl were talking right?” 

“Ed’s I don’t really wanna hear about your late night rendezvous dude.” 

“No— but you’re gonna wanna hear about this one.” 

“Eddie—“ 

Gareth was already alone as he was, he really didn’t want to hear about the blowjobs Eddie got when he only got the occasional drunk girl at the bar that was ten years older than him.

“I’m a great boyfriend, in all the aspects yeah?” 

Gareth made a face but there really was no arguing with him, at lest not now. “Sure Eddie.” 

“Great, glad that’s covered. My girl is pretty, beautiful, and kind, Bit of a spitfire. It would be a shame if I kept her all to myself.” 

Gareth’s gaze finally turned up to Eddie, the spike and shock in his demeanor had Eddie smiling in amusement. 

“Yeah, like that idea?” 

“Stop shitting me dude.” 

“Im not shitting you!” 

Eddie flicked his cigarette Into the grass as they both near the school doors, Gareth’s heart rate picking up as he thinks about Eddie’s offer. And if it’s even real or not. 

“We wanna have a threesome, and want it to be you.” 

“E…Eddie I don’t know…” 

“Come onnnn, we both talked about it, it’s cool, we both trust you the most, you’re lucky I didn’t go to Grant first. All you gotta do is say yes.” 

Gareth’s cheeks turn pinkish at the thought, he’s never really let himself wonder about you. Because you were always Eddie’s girlfriend. The one time Jason make a joke about you in front of the cafeteria his nose got broken. 

So you can’t blame him for not thinking about you in that way. But now it’s like the golden gates are opening for him. Your pretty, sweet, soft voice. You come sometimes to watch corroded coffin rehears and you’re always sound so pretty while singing the lyrics. 

Gareth’s always thought about how Eddie was so lucky to have a girlfriend like you, supported him in everything and put up with his bullshit. 

But he can’t get his head too deep. Even if he did say yes, it was a sex thing. And probably a one time offer. 

Eddie pat Gareth on the shoulder a few times to get him out of his trance. “How ‘bout you think on it? I won’t say anything to the missus so you won’t hurt her feeling and give me an answer at the end of the day?” 

“End of the day?” 

That didn’t seem like enough time. He needed a least a week, and a hot shower. Fuck and tonight hellfire was playing and you always liked to watch. 

“Yeah end of today.” Eddie opened the door for him and the school noise only made Gareth get more lost in his own head. “See you at lunch?” Eddie was already walking ahead. Turning walking backwards so he could see Gareth’s expression.

“Yup.” He called out. “Lunch…” 

Gareth’s head has never felt more crowded. All he could think about all day was you. Who suggested the threesome first? It would be no surprise if Eddie did but what if it was you, and you just kept dirty secrets under those little skirts you wore the entire time. 

The idea about how it would go, there’s no doubt Gareth would fumble considering the only thing keeping him company at night for the moment is his right hand. 

And if he did happen to say yes what would it be like for Eddie and his friendship after. Would it be awkward? Gareth didn’t know if he wanted to lose his bestfriend over a girl. 

But fuck when Gareth walked into the hellfire club that day you were already in there sitting down, maybe it’s because he’s never really studied you before but Gareth was sure you looked more beautiful then usual. 

It’s like you were wearing intoxicating perfume that just made him enamored with you. It didn’t help that you were so kind. Calling him over to his seat like some siren to a ship. 

Gareth doesn’t want to think of himself too selfishly. But he swears both you and Eddie were playing it up all night. Sex Jokes out the wazoo. It’s like everywhere he looked he found Eddie’s hand on your thigh. Or you leaning over Eddie’s shoulder to read his notes, only for him to pinch said thigh and you to roll your eyes and giggle. 

If he’s being honest he could hardly focus that night. We’re all your shirts that low or has he just not seen a pair of tits in a while? Maybe instead of hooking up with you he should sneak in and rent a porno to get his head straight. 

Maybe he’s delusional, not enough water through out the day and he’s hallucinating. But he swore you were making eyes at him earlier and his face heated up so bad. He’s never been more happy that the lights in there are dim.

By the time the session was over everyone was talking shit about how bad he played. He brushed it off with “yeah, just thought I’d take it easy on you guys for once.” 

When he said that he heard your little laugh. You’re often laughing in the hellfire club room, but the fact that he directly made you laugh for once and he noticed had his heart sparking, and soothing inside him fluttering. 

It was the fastest decision of his life, only to be slightly taken back when Eddie casually answered what time to be at his trailer. But Gareth nodded, desperate and eager now. He didn’t want to let you down, or Eddie. And the thought of getting to fuck you started to plague him. 

The wait had to be the worst of his life. He would check the clock every five minutes wondering if now would be the appropriate time to leave. When the clock struck 5 he started walking to the trailer park. 

Every step he took closer to Eddie’s house the more his heart started to race. His head full of you, and Eddie, and you, and Eddie. Together. The image of Eddie fucking you had him sporting a semi as he walked. Did you moan loud or whimper? He didn’t know how this would work and he knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up for anything specific. 

Now that he really thinks about it. Watching on the sidelines and getting to see your naked form would be a dream come true. A blessing even to be graced with the sight of your bare flesh and Eddie’s hands clawing at your skin.

Gareth stood outside Eddie’s door like a teenager waiting to go out for prom, he knocked and the sight Gareth was greeted with was not something he was exactly hoping for, but almost welcoming.

Eddie stood shirtless in the doorway. Not anything he hasn’t seen before, and by the smell and the joint in Eddie’s lips he’s been smoking.

“Hey, get in here.” 

Gareth walked in. Everything was surprisingly normal. Living room with Dirty dishes, messy couch, loud music. It was like any other hang out. “Where’s….?” 

Eddie turned with an amused smile on his face before Gareth could even finish his sentence. “She went out. And will be back soon, dude smoke some. You look way too tense.” 

Eddie placed the joint into Gareth’s hands and he looks down at it, as if taunting him before bringing it up to his lips and sucking in. And Eddie was right, it calmed his nerves and the burn was a comfort, making his head a little floaty. 

With the way Eddie sat down on the couch so casually you would think it’s just any other weekend. There’s was always that lingering thought in the back of his head though. that he’s gonna get laid tonight but it started to fade the more he smoked and talked with Eddie. 

Gareth’s breath hitched well after getting stoned when you walked in the door, no knocking, no announcement. Just a soft “hi.” With a grocery bag on your arm. 

“Hey sweetheart, back so soon?” 

Gareth watched as you dropped the bag on the counter and patted over to Eddie, they both watched your legs in that skirt that was practically hypnotizing. You weren’t discouraged by the smell of weed or the fact that Eddie didn’t have a shirt on and his eyes were red.

“Wanted to be back fast.” You said Before sitting down next to Eddie, you looked up and send a pretty smile to Gareth and a little wave. “Hi Gareth, glad you could join us today.” 

“Y… yeah. Me too.” He didn’t know if there was a double meaning behind there, join us as in just hanging out? Or join us as we’re having a threesome. 

Gareth watched as you pressed a sweet kiss to Eddie’s lips, the term sweet didn’t last long. Eddie intensified it, kissing you harsher and more passionate. Eddie’s tongue skimming over your bottom lip. When your mouth opened a soft moan rang out past your plush lips.

Usually this would be the point Gareth excuses himself and doesn’t come back for a good ten minutes. But right now he feels torn between moving closer or just watching. 

Eddie’s hands pull you down into his lap with a little thud, and Gareth sees how his hands wonder under your shirt not nearly as nervous as him. Getting lost in the movements even. Gareth can’t blame him. If he had your beautiful body all to himself on his lap he would forget about his bestfriend sitting right next to him too. 

“Eddie—” you pull away, breathless and locking eyes with your boyfriend. A small string of saliva connects your lips until it breaks. Cold. “We gotta be good hosts.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes before looking over at Gareth. The intense gaze Eddie gave him had him feeling studied and a reck. He suddenly felt like he wasn’t prepared for this anymore and should have stayed home.

“You know how to kiss right?” Eddie was trying to tease, but Gareth nodded seriously. 

“Yeah I…I know how to kiss I’m not a fucking virgin.” 

Gareth ran a hand through his mop of curls and saw how Eddie raised his eyebrows in question, the silence was drawn out and loud. 

“I’m not!” His voice broke and embarrassment flooded to his perfectly rounded cheeks. Especially when you laughed, he watched as you got off Eddie’s lap and sat just right next to him. 

“Then show me.” You push, leaning over to him a little more and it’s like your eyes were quicksand, getting sucked into them more and more staring till he was trailing your features down to your lips.  “Show me you know how to kiss.” 

“I… I will…” he challenged, sparing one last look over to Eddie before gently holding at your cheek, your lips looked soft but he wasn’t in the mood for soft. He wanted to prove something. Gareth’s lips crashed onto yours, fumbling just a little at the beginning but deepening the kiss as it went on. He might not have been an amateur at kissing, but he wasn’t expert. Over estimating his confidence. 

It was different than kissing Eddie. Gareth’s lips were softer, and more full. his thumb brushed over your cheek as he breathed in all your air, stealing it from your lungs. Maybe it was the weed but Gareth swore kissing you was so different then kissing any of the girls at the bar.

This was more than Gareth could ask for. He was so sure a threesome between the three of you meant he would get to watch from the sidelines, maybe jerk off if he’s lucky and doesn’t come off as a creep. 

But now you’re climbing into his lap and he’s kissing you. Eddie Munsons girlfriend. The girl that volunteered herself to re paint one of the classrooms just because you liked painting. He feels your hands claw at his chest and then feels the couch dip right beside him. Eddie swings an arm over Gareth’s shoulder just like this morning, except this time it was different and weirdly more intimate. 

“Okay, come on, give me some sugar too sweetheart.” Eddie spoke softly. turning your head and lean over just slightly to start kissing Eddie again. Feverishly and passionate, but now that you were on Gareth’s lap he didn’t know where to put his hands. What was okay and what wasn’t. 

“Mm— dude.” 

Eddie pulls back from the kiss but it’s clear he doesn’t want to with how close your faces still are. 

“Touch her tits, she loves that shit.” 

“Really…?” 

“Mhm—“ 

Eddie kisses again and it left Gareth to his own devices, his hands don’t go under your shirt, at least not yet. But they smooth over your breasts and holds the heavy flesh in his hands, weighing it. He’s not a virgin. Yet he doesn’t know why he’s messing up so hard with you. 

“Man, if you don’t start fucking ravishing her I will.” Eddie pulls away with annoyance to look over at Gareth and for some reason he feels caught. 

“Sorry— just, been a while.” 

“Eddie cut it out.” Your voice was sweet as it chastised your boyfriend. your hands come up over his to palm harder at your breasts. “S’okay Gareth, you’re not doing anything wrong.” 

Gareth nods and is just a little rougher with his touch. Your body warmth felt like fire to his weed stricken brain, everything is so right yet so wrong. He finds his mind drifting to what your tits would look like under the shirt and then thinks what’s stoping him from looking? 

Gareth helps take your shirt off and even though your bra is nothing too fancy there’s still a little lace around the corners and a bow in the middle. 

“You know she was worried this morning.” 

“Huh?” 

Eddie leans in closer to Gareth like they’re whispering but it’s silly because you can still perfectly hear them both.

“Yeah. Going on and on about ‘should i wear this? Or that?’ Even asked me if she should shave.” He scoffs. 

“Eddie.” Embarrassment rises to your cheeks as Eddie talks and you silently curse him. 

“She was doing her making up in the van and curling her hair all pretty like just for you. She was afraid you’d say no.” 

“Edward.” 

Eddie doesn’t seem to care that he’s spilling such valuable secrets. Gareth looks up at you a little shocked with furrow brows. 

“Why— you’re so pretty.” 

“That’s what I said.” You ignore Eddie and look down at Gareth’s shirt, quiet and flustered. 

“I…I don’t know. I just wanted to be good for you I guess.” 

“That’s stupid. I was thinking I had to be good for you.” 

You shake your head softly. “No, you’re already perfect.” 

“I think you’re perfect too.” He said softly. 

Eddie watched the pair of you flirt like it was the first time. He was getting just a little jealous so he started to unhook your bra, tits spilling out and nipples peeking to the cool air. 

“You two ready to actually fuck? Or do I gotta watch more heart shaped eyes float around.” 

Your bra falls to the floor and Gareth’s hands skimmed up your sides, soft until goosebumps arise. you needed him to touch you now. With one last look over at Eddie he nods over to you. 

“You got free range man.” 

Gareth nods and lets out a shaky breath. First order of business is pinching at the peaked nipples. It stings at first but all those sparks just go down to your clit, rolling your hips on Gareth’s jeans. You watch as his Adam apple bobs, his eyes stay trained on you as one hand lingers all the way down your body. Softly trailing a snails line down under your skirt, and when Gareth feels at your underwear he finally looks down at the damp spot. 

“Shit— you’re like really wet.” 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and Eddie rolls his eyes at your politeness. “You’re like really cute and— getting me all excited.” 

Gareth smiles and his skilled fingers brush your damp panties to the side, his pointer finger dips into your cunt before bringing that slight slick up to your hard clit, it’s like a paint brush to a canvas with the way he’s softly touching you. 

“Oh…” 

Gareth watch’s how your shoulders hunch over when you relax. Melting into his hold like a hot ice cube on a stove. His finger is feather light up and down before pushing harder circles into the nub. You hum that sounds like praise and appreciation has Gareth’s dick straining against his jeans. 

Eddie’s hands come to rub up and down your arms, suddenly there’s two different hands touching you. Two different pairs of eyes watching you unfold. “There we good sweetheart. This is what you wanted right?” Eddie asks all smug like.

You nod softly and your hips twitch against Gareth’s hand, you’re almost humping just his fingers at his point with how much more you need. Wanting those drummers hands to just slip inside. 

”I got this part. You finger the poor girl.” Eddie’s hand comes down your body and replaces the fingers on your clit, now two fresh cold fingers are pressing hard onto your nub, it’s familiar in the way you need it, but when another two fingers are priding at you entrance it’s a little different, making your brain do a double take. Only your brain sputters when Gareth’s fingers dip inside you. 

They’re not long fingers like Eddie’s, but they’re thick and his nails are cut short. You’re surprised when he curls those fingers right off the bat and into your g-spot making you gasp. 

“Oh yeah, just like that man. She likes that.” 

You pinch your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed by how easy to read you are even if it’s just by Eddie. Every soft sound you make, groan, hitch of breath, little whimper. It has Gareth’s ego climbing higher. And with how warm your pussy is all Gareth can think about is how good you would feel wrapped around him.

His fingers push in and out and with every curl you’re going dumb. Eddie’s rough circles on your clit are a stark difference then the fingers inside you and it’s dizzying, the two different actions. 

You’re so wet that juices are running down Gareth’s hand slowly. He wonders for a moment what you would taste like, if Eddie gets to have you like this every day he really is a lucky guy.

You claw at Gareth’s shoulder a little bit and he feels his face start to heat up. He’s already kissed you, and hopefully he will get to be inside you later, but the really small and soft touches are what gets him excited the most. 

Your hips try to stay still but you end up rocking into his fingers a little bit, wanting more, needing faster, there’s pleasure blooming and you’re feeling hot. “Gareth—” you chant softly, out of breath as your high nears 

“Yeah…?” He asked, fumbling to keep that same quick in and out speed that you like so he could get you over that edge, if he messed up now he doesn’t want to think about your or Eddie’s disappointed faces. 

“Fuck, s’good, faster please?” 

Such good manners. Gareth’s wants to tease, but his voice gets stuck in his throat. your nothing like the babes he picks up after shows. They’re usually drunk and don’t realize he’s still in high-school at nine teen. That’s probably because most of them are intoxicated and demanding, just looking for a quick lay.

But you are so sweet with it, asking so Nicely just to pick up on a pace that you so desperately need. Wanting to even freshen yourself up for a loser like him. No wonder Eddie brags about you all the time. 

You’re a dream. 

Gareth’s fingers pick up and you nod in appreciation, making higher and higher pitched noises. He’s proud of the slick sounds your cunt is making just for him. And Eddie too he guesses. 

Your face is flush with hair sticking to your forehead and it’s the prettiest thing Gareth has ever seen, maybe it’s the light, or his short circuiting brain but you could be a on every vogue magazine. You should be on every vogue magazines. Rutting your hips a stain has made its way onto his pants but he can’t care. Not now when your hand trails into his hair and he almost swoons. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop—”

“Not going too.” 

Gareth shakes his head and he can feel your walls tighten around his fingers as your orgasm approaches. breathing heavy one moment and then biting your lip to not breath at all. It’s like the pleasure is so overwhelming you can’t decide on which action to choose.

You look over at Eddie for the first time in a while, his expression isn’t as dazed as Gareth because he’s seen you cum more times than he can count. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love watching. Not just as mesmerized. Eyes boring into you as his fingers fumble over your wet and sticky clit. It’s clear both men want you. Desire you even. 

That thought tips you over the edge, cumming over both men’s fingers while pleasure over takes you like getting lost at sea. Waves crashing over you as your cunt rapidly pulses having your head get thrown back. 

When Eddie removes his fingers Gareth takes that as a sigh and slowly slides his fingers out of your pussy too. It should be embarrassing how they automatically gone to his mouth and lick at the remanning slick, but it’s not when he finally gets to taste you. Head pounding with the sworn taste of you. Next time— if there is a next time. He wants your legs around his head until he’s flushed as red as a cherry so he can taste from the source. It would be a long session.

You brush some hair behind your ear and put on that shy girl act. Like you weren’t just begging to cum on his fingers a moment ago. “Thanks…” 

“Uh huh. yeah. No problem.” Gareth hopes it doesn’t end here, you still on his lap and if he was a worse man he would bend you over the couch. Make you give him a reason to come back. But you’re so pretty, and Eddie’s girl. He can’t exactly do whatever he wants with you.

“Sweetheart.” Eddie’s hand is curving up your back and the shiver is making you arch. He nods to the tent in Gareth’s jeans and you get the hint. “How about you show our guest how good that mouth works.” 

Gareth sees the smile on your face as you clamber to reach the floor on your knees, which would be a beautiful sight, but Eddie stops you.

“Nu huh. Up here sweetheart.” 

Eddie pats the couch and you’re standing back on shaky feet. You get where this is going when you see Eddie start to undo his jeans. 

“Don’t worry about me okay? You work on being a good hostess baby.” 

Your ass is in the air by the time you get settled on the couch and your face to face with Gareth’s jeans. His Bonner is straining against the pants yet you still have the time to tease him by looking up into his eyes and mumbling out a soft. “Hi.” 

“Hi, again.” Gareth laughs nervously and he has to force himself to keep his hands by his sides. Truth was. he was nervous, just because he wasn’t a virgin doesn’t mean he ever received a blowjob before. 

And now you’re getting up close and personal with his junk and your hands are sliding up his thighs making his dick twitch in anticipation. 

“Ohhh….okay.” 

Just like you, Gareth relaxes into himself once his jeans are down far enough and he’s kicking them off, when you touch his cock he softens like all the stress of performing goes away. 

“Okay, okay okay okay—“ 

Eddie turns to give Gareth a slightly amused look. Halfway done sliding your wet panties down. “You okay over there?” 

“Yeah. yeah, no I just— never had this before….” 

Eddie scoffs and you stop tugging his cock with your hand. “Dude. What about that chick, Veronica? You said it was the best head ever.” 

“Yeah well— I lied okay? I didn’t want to hear about you sixty nineing your girlfriend anymore so I made bullshit up.” 

You and Eddie share a look. One of understanding or amusement Gareth can’t tell. But he definitely hears it when Eddie mumbles in your ear. “What a fucking loser….” 

“Eddie.” You kick his shin and Eddie laughs as he stumbles, using you as his support, his hands all over your naked body making his brain fuzzy.

“Okay— sorry, gee, take it easy on him okay? it’s his first time getting head.” 

You roll your eyes but when Gareth sees your attention all come back on him it’s like your face speaks for itself. You’re gonna ruin him for any other blowjobs he ever gets. 

And he knows that for a fact the first time you put your mouth on him. Tongue swirling around his tip. Gareth’s cock is heavy, it curves down but most importantly he’s thick. Not as long as Eddie but different in width. You wouldn’t mind sitting on it at least for a few hours. You might not feel him in your guts but you know he’d stretch your walls open perfectly. 

You let spit accumulate over the top of his dick first and watch it run down before bobbing your head down this length. Gareth’s eyes flutter rapidly like he can’t tell if he wants to watch or not, having your warm mouth spin around his cock. It’s different than just regular sex. 

“Ok— shit.” 

You try and hide your smile by going further down on his cock, it hits the back of your throat and you gag, very unpretty noise but Gareth’s hand comes flying down into your hair. It’s not hard, but it’s there like he wants to keep you down. So you oblige. 

You’re keen on your task of handling Emerson, but tensing when you feel Eddie’s tip slip past your entrance. You’re already sensitive from your previous orgasm but it’s like Eddie’s working you up all over again with how the tip of his dick hits your clit rapidly. 

“That’s good— oh shit that’s really good.” Gareth breaths rapidly above you, torn between throwing his head back and keeping his eyes on you. Eddie finally finally pushes in from behind you, his dick long and filling you up to where you feel it in your throat. You have to pause with Gareth just staying at his tip for a moment till you can regain your bearings. 

“No no— come on sweetheart your can take it.” 

Eddie pushes your head all the way back down unexpectedly, it burns your throat a little and tears prick your eyes. Breathing through your nose but you get the memo. Don’t stop. Not even if Eddie’s rearranging your guts. 

Eddie starts with slow tentative thrusts that do nothing to stop the flaming in your lower region. Just like that you’re taking two dicks like a champ like you’ve been doing it every weekend. 

“Fuck— shit, oh Eddie she’s—”

It’s evident that Gareth is close by the way his hand is finally pushing your head down into his cock at his leisure. His hips are bucking into your drolly mouth and it’s hard to focus when Eddie starts move faster inside of you. 

You feel Gareth’s cock start to twitch by the muscle of your tongue and no sooner then later is cum is dribbling into your mouth and he’s spewing out moans and apologies. “Shit sorry, you just— feels S’good.” 

He’s still cumming when you hear Eddie let out a breathless chuckle behind you. Mostly in an agreement because you can feel Eddie pick up the pace on your weeping cunt. Apparently you do give the best blowjobs.

You pull off Gareth’s dick but not before swallowing all his seed, you watch as he doesn’t soften right away and instead looks up at the ceiling like he’s lost a part of his mind. His hand stays on your head in a comforting sort of way, more for him than you. 

Though when his cheeks are all red and puffy like that, reminding you almost of a baby that hasn’t lost all of its fat yet. He looks almost angelic, like he has the face famous artists paint on huge ceilings and you know why now. Because you never want to forget this moment. 

Your tongue takes a hesitant swipe on the underside of his cock and Gareth hisses at the stimulation. “Hey—” he warns but there was no bite in his words. 

You rap your lips around Gareth’s tip once more and deep thoating was easier the second time. Every time you moaned it vibrated onto his dick and his legs started to shake close to your head. 

“Shit fuck shit, Eddie dude—”

It was almost adorable how Gareth tried to find help in Eddie. But he was too busy fucking behind you. When Eddie’s head did pick up he smiled at the sight, almost scoffed. “Just let her get her fill in man.” 

Gareth whimpered, actually whimpered as he tried to pull your hair to get you off him. It sent a wave of slick straight to your heated core and you felt another coil start to build in your lower stomach. 

Gareth fought between thrusting up into your mouth or trying to pull away again, it was too much and not enough at the same time. And Eddie was groaning in your ear. His hand came down in between your body’s and fumbled with you clit. Hot spikes going through your body. 

Every part of you felt like you were being emerged in hot lava. Making your brain slow down with every thrust from behind you and in front of you. 

“Fuckkkk…” Eddie moaned, he felt the ways your walls twitched against him. Sucked him in like a new vacuum. “You fucking wish you could have this cunt Emerson.” 

You look up and Gareth is nodding his head. It’s adorable how he wishes he could have you just like Eddie, probably what he thought about all the way over here. 

“She’s so warm. So much better than your right fucking hand. Every time I go in she pushes back like she wants more you know?” 

Gareth is biting his lip to stop embarrassing sounds fall out. But it doesn’t work because he’s still groaning, raw and unfamiliar. Gareth’s looking down into your eyes, as if a plea to stop or keep going. You chose the latter.

Your abdomen tenses as that coil pressed hard down, like a rolling bolder down a hill and it’s about to crash. “Can feel her—“ Eddie’s breath is labored. His eyes are closed as he focuses on trying to get you over the edge first. “Just squeezing me, you feel so good baby. Doin’ so well.” 

Eddie’s praise, makes your toes curl. Dirty words flood your ears and it rips another orgasm from you. Whining around Gareth’s cock has his breath hitching, sweat forms at his brow and it’s like he’s given up on trying to push you off even with all the extra stimulation. 

Eddie thrusts are rough inside as you cum around him. He’s working you through it but your twitchy walls make his brain go numb. He’s biting your shoulder as he cums inside you. Gareth can’t see but with the way Eddie’s hips start to slow against your ass means he gets the picture. And the fact that you let Eddie cum inside. Like he fucking marks your walls as his own, that you both have that much trust in each other. 

That maybe he could do that next time? 

The thought has him spilling into your mouth again. Lighter load this time but you still swallow it all and do a good job sucking it all from him. So good it starts to ache when his dick softens. 

“Fuck Eddie— get your girl a fucking leash.” 

Everyone’s breathing heavily and the room smells a little funky afterwards but you hear Eddie laugh softly from behind you. 

“Doesn’t sound half bad.” 

You roll your eyes and your eyes close when Eddie pulls out. Falling on your back quickly there’s an ache on either side of your legs and one in your middle. Your mouth is dry despite just being filled with cum but it’s a different kind of dry. 

Your head falls onto Gareth’s leg and he stiffens. You literally just had him in your mouth and he still nervous around you, around innocent touches. When Gareth looks up he sees you’ve shoved your feet under Eddie’s bare thigh. He’s either trying to push your foot away or make it warmer. Gareth can’t tell by the way you’re both giggling at each other.

You stop eventually and your head cranes back to look at Gareth upside down. There’s a beautiful smile on your face showing all your upper teeth and sweaty face that absolutely glows. 

“You okay?” You ask gently and watch as Gareth nods. 

“Yeah, fine.” 

You nod back and then your hand automatically goes up in the air to Eddie, it’s like he reads your mind when you mumble “joint?” 

Eddie groans as he has to actually get up. Shucking his pants back up and halfassed closing your legs on the way to leave. If he looks at your dripping cunt for too long he might want to go for another round. 

There’s silence when Eddie leaves. Other than the rustling coming from the bedroom as Eddie finds the joint. Gareth doesn’t know if you’re gonna kick him out or not. The air is comforting, or is it tense? He can’t tell when your hair that’s all knoted up over his thigh. He wants to brush it away, run his finger through it. Touch you for as long as he can to get his full before he has to go home touch starved again tonight. 

You smile up at him and he looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars. You notice him staring and there’s that giddy smile you’re always wearing appears. 

Eddie comes back with a little pep in his step and the joint is already lit and he’s handing it to you. You bring it to your lips and Eddie’s reopening your legs when a towel gets pressed to your mounds. 

“Eddie! That’s cold.” You squeak.

“Oh my gosh, so spoiled.” 

Gareth sees the easy banter between you too. He curses himself for thinking it could be that easy between you and him too. Your not just Eddie’s girlfriend, you were apart of the whole group now. From when you show up for band practice and shows to hellfire and beer nights. 

Gareth watches as you suck in on the joint, same lips that were rapped around his cock not moments ago. You’re staring up at him with intense eyes, like you’re trying not to smile or trying to figure him out. 

He shouldn’t feel this honored when you blow the gray smoke in his face and he breaths it in. He takes that for what it is though. A promise. And it only deepens when you ask. 

“Do you wanna come over tomorrow…?”

Gareth looks up at Eddie and watches as he shrugs, throwing the soiled rag at his chest. 

“Yeah.” Gareth nods. “Yeah I really do.” 

[hawkinsbnbg]

Dustin: Why do you look so pale? Are you okay?

Eddie: I'm fine, my dear padawan. Don't grow gray hair over it.

Gareth: Yeah, just let him be. He's just going through another withdrawal.

Dustin: A withdrawal— What is happening right now? Have you lost your mind, Eddie? Are you doing drugs? In front of your children?!

Eddie: Jesus, dude. Stop yelling. I'm not doing drugs.

Dustin: Then what does Gareth mean withdrawal??

Eddie: He means I'm missing my Steve.

Mike: Steve who?

Eddie: Steve Harrington. My sunshine, my darling, my everything—

Lucas: You two dating???

Mike: Oh my god.

Dustin: Motherfucker!

Eddie: Yeah, that's me. Now shut up. Let me miss my sweetheart in peace.

[omgjayaaa]

How Eddie first met ghost Steve :3

[punkrockmlchael]

Pretty Girl

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Gareth Emerson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Modern AU

Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Fem! OF Reader x Eddie Munson (some slight Gareth Emerson x Eddie Munson if you squint)

(Gareth, Eddie and Reader are all in their early 20s—College AU)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Plus size!Reader (if that makes you uncomfortable that’s your problem, tbh), Pet Names (Pretty Girl is used a lot), Reader is kind of Over Sexualized, So Much Praising, There’s so many feelings and confessions that comes out during this, Smut: Making out, Oral (Fem Receiving - twice), Panty Sniffing, Hand Job, Fingering, Cum Eating, Someone Makes a Mess in Their Pants (spoiler: it’s Gareth), Masturbation (Male and slight Fem Description), Riding Gareth, Creampie, Nipple Play, Multiple Orgasms, Some Aftercare

Synopsis: You need new content for your adult exclusive profile so your lovely roommates agree to help you. When Gareth suggests a trial run before the cameras come out, you happily agree.

Word Count: 7.1k

this has been in the works for so long and I am so so so excited to share this with you! huge thank you to @keeryhours for being the loml and the best beta reader ever and I’m sure there's many more i cannot think of right now that have helped me with this one. you’re the real ones <3 enjoy this just porn no plot horniness lol

College was hard and expensive; that’s one thing that was definitely true. Between paying for books, classes, food and rent for the apartment you shared with two of your friends from high school, Gareth and Eddie, your daily expenses were piling up and your crappy diner job was definitely not cutting it anymore. Everyone knows people in shitty small towns don’t tip worth a shit, and why would they? They believed you weren’t working hard enough for your tip! Everytime someone uttered “keep the change,” you smiled and thanked them, only to find out your tip was a whopping dollar bill. Sometimes you were lucky enough to get a couple quarters with your tips as well. But it was never enough. Server wage plus tips still didn’t equal shit and you couldn’t find a better paying job until you were done with college with your degree in hand. And getting a second job was not an option at this point.

You just didn’t have the time to get a second job in this shitty town; there were not enough hours in the day or in the week for you to work more unless you sold your body or your soul. So, that’s what you did… kind of. You started selling your body online when you had the time. You were hesitant at first, all your female friends had told you that starting an Only Fans account was a stupid idea. It wasn’t smart, it wasn’t safe, it wasn’t a good way to make money; you could do better. You were always told that; of course you could do better… you could always do better than what you decided to do. But desperate times call for desperate measures, don’t they?

And, to be fair, you started off fine. Sure, it was a bit hard taking those pictures (and videos) of yourself in those suggestive and seductive poses, but eventually it really just made you feel something. It made you feel empowered, it made you feel worthy, it made you feel pretty. It was as if all of your body image insecurities went out the window the moment you began posting yourself online for others to see. And when those same people made comments and begged to see more from you and more of you? You were ecstatic. 

There were plenty of people left and right that loved your content and subscribed to you the minute they had seen your pictures and videos. There were plenty of people that loved your body and your curves—they loved the way your body looked in your lingerie, in your bras and panties as you posed in front of the mirror, cell phone in one hand as your other hand roamed over your breasts, squeezing them slightly to entice your audience more. 

And entice your audience you did; you had constant messages and comments from followers who were always telling you how perfect you looked in your pictures and videos. Telling you how they wished they could bend you over their bed and fuck you from behind, feeling you clench around them and release your sweet juices on their cocks. Telling you how they wished they could spread your legs open wide, pushing them apart more so that they could lick and suck, eating you out until you were cumming on their tongue again and again. 

And then, of course, there was the audience that just wanted to watch you get fucked. They didn’t care if they did it, no, they just wanted to watch you get bent over and fucked from behind; they wanted to watch you get split in half by a massive cock until you were moaning and whining, completely fucked out and cock drunk; they wanted to watch your pretty little face contort with each gasp and sigh as someone else was eating you out, flicking their tongue over your clit gently while their fingers stretch you out. 

Yeah, it might be considered… weird now being basically a porn star but you didn’t really care. You were still able to have time to yourself, you were able to take less shifts at the crappy diner and you were able to live your daily life without much difference in it. At least, for now.

Your roommates didn’t even question it much. Eddie and Gareth didn’t really seem to judge you for what you did, in fact, they actually supported it when and where they could. It’s not their fault their roommate who likes to post pictures and videos of herself is smoking hot. And they’re just men, at the end of the day. Respectful men, but men nonetheless. You trusted them with your entire life; they had never given you any reason not to. You met them both in high school when you clung to their Dungeons and Dragons Club, latching onto them to have someone during those crappy years; literally—whoever said high school was the best years of your life was lying. 

But Eddie and Gareth didn't mind at all. They smiled and let you into their club and group, doing anything they could to protect you from anyone that tried to hurt you. You were theirs. Eddie and Gareth both had so much love in their hearts for you, it was unreal. And they both wanted you, that much was true. But they would never let you drive a wedge between them; nor would they make you pick one of them when chances are you don’t have feelings for either of them. 

So, instead, they sat back and enjoyed your company, watching you run around the apartment and helping you pick out new sets of lingerie whenever there was an online sale at Victoria’s Secret. Of course, you’ve never modeled those sets for the two of them… but they wouldn’t be opposed to seeing them on you in the flesh. In person, the lace fabric hugging and accentuating all of your curves while fitting to the mold of your body perfectly. Those two wouldn’t be opposed to doing anything you needed for help with your… uh, platform?

But Gareth and Eddie would never really go out of their way to ask if you needed help. The utter embarrassment that would bring them would be enough to never even think about asking to help you with anything. I mean, come on, they don’t want their pride and their egos to take hits, do they? Of course not—this was Eddie and Gareth we were talking about after all. 

So when you brought it up? My god, they were geeking so hard at the thought of seeing you naked in person and the thought of pleasing you and watching you fall apart that they actually had to ensure you were being serious and not playing a trick on them. 

You literally were sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the comments and responses of one of your last videos. Most of those comments saying that it was incredibly hot and such a turn on how you spread yourself out on your bed before running your hands over your curves and plush skin. How your hands ran over your breasts, squeezing them slightly, before running down your stomach and hips to your thighs. How you would settle on the bed just perfectly and rub your clit gently with your middle and ring finger before rubbing up and down your folds gently. How your moans were literally music to their ears when your fingers finally slipped into your core softly, pumping in and out slowly. How it was incredibly hot and sexy to watch you masturbate, but watching you get fucked into the bed would be even fucking hotter. 

And as those comments popped up on the screen, you got an idea in your head. You glanced over at Eddie and Gareth who were sitting on the couch, playing some stupid video game. They were bickering at each other about something dumb that had nothing to do with the game on the television in front of them. A small smirk formed on your face before you stood up and moved with such grace towards them, stopping in front of them. You blocked their view of the television with your hands on your hips. 

“Hey, what the hell?” Gareth whined, trying to look behind you at the screen. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie groaned, throwing his hands up as he looked at you. 

“I need your help,” you said softly, looking at them. “Both of your help, if you’re willing to help me, that is.”

“With?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh, is Victoria’s Secret doing another sale?” Gareth asked, sitting up straight on the couch. He smiled, a little too eager and ready to help you look through any and all matching sets to find the perfect one. 

You shook your head, your gaze bouncing between the two boys in front of you. “Not quite,” you mumbled softly. “I need help with content. I want to… throw some others into the mix and into my videos.” You looked at your roommates, gaze falling between the two of them. “I want you two to fuck me for my content.”

And that’s how you found yourself here, on your bed with most of your clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. As you laid before them in just your lace panties, Eddie and Gareth sat by eagerly. Both of the boys were ready to pounce on you, and ready to make all the dreams they had about you a reality while they made you feel oh so good. And you actually thought it was a good idea… something Gareth rarely has. And maybe it’s just because he wants to have his way with you and take his time to memorize your body and what makes you tick for his later masturbation sessions to thoughts of you, or maybe it’s because he wants your content to be good (it was definitely the first option.)

But a trial run of a threesome before pulling out the camera was definitely a good idea… right?

Yeah, no, definitely…

“God, you’re so pretty,” Eddie mumbled, leaving soft kisses on the plush skin of your neck. “So pretty, baby girl.” He smirked, nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck.

“The prettiest,” Gareth agreed, kissing down your bare chest. He kissed down between your breasts, smiling to himself as he got a face full of your round, perky breasts. He stuck his tongue out, licking down the skin of your plush stomach. He placed a soft kiss above the hem of your panties, looking up at you—his bright blue eyes now dark and clouded with lust. “So fucking pretty for us, princess.” Gareth added, pulling your pink lace panties down your hips and thighs gently. He tossed your lace panties up to Eddie, smirking as Eddie caught them, instantly bringing them to his nose. Eddie took a deep inhale of the lace fabric, moaning as he looked at you.

“You smell so sweet, baby girl,” Eddie said, shoving the lace fabric in front of your face, encouraging you to smell them for yourself. You groaned, closing your eyes as you took a deep sniff of the fabric in Eddie’s hands. “That’s it, baby, so pretty and so sweet, aren't you?” Eddie moved back to leave more kisses on your neck. 

Beneath you, Gareth spread your legs apart gently, taking a good look at your glistening heat while Eddie started nipping and biting on your neck, your panties falling beside him on the bed for the time being.

A small moan left your mouth as both of them continued to touch your skin. Eddie’s lips were on your neck leaving kisses and bites before his left hand moved over your bare chest, squeezing your round breasts gently. Meanwhile, Gareth’s fingers dipped into the soft and plush skin of your thighs, moving your legs over his shoulders gently. He looked up at your glistening heat again, licking his lips before he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet for us.” Gareth smirked, licking a long stripe up your folds. “Fuck, you taste so good too, god, been dreaming of this.” He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head gently. 

A loud moan left your lips as your back arched off the bed beneath you. Eddie’s hand pushed you back against the bed, moving up to your face gently. He pulled your face towards him, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips.

“Come on, baby girl, think you can be quiet for us? Never took you for someone so loud,” Eddie teased, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. You groaned softly, nodding your head.

“Aw, come on, Eddie,” Gareth smirked, licking another stripe up your folds. “I want to hear all the pretty sounds she’s making for us,” he said, leaving a soft kiss on your clit. Your breath hitched, a moan escaping your lips as your soft thighs tightened their grip around Gareth’s head.

“Shut it, Emerson,” Eddie hissed, looking down at his fluffy haired friend who had his face buried into your pussy. “You’re the one between her thighs, you only want to hear her because you’re causing those sounds.” Eddie glared at Gareth before he looked back at you, kissing your lips again. Only this time his lips moved more desperately and passionately.

Gareth groaned at Eddie’s words, moving back to what he was previously doing. He licked another long stripe up your folds before he positioned his head a little differently. His nose pressed against your sensitive clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his tongue teasingly circled around your entrance.

You let a gasp out into Eddie’s mouth at the feeling of Gareth’s tongue before your right hand moved down to his fluffy hair. Your fingers curled around his locks, tugging on them slightly as your thighs tightened around his head again. Gareth groaned against you, his tongue darting in and out of your core slightly as he looked up at you, watching you continue to kiss Eddie while he stayed between your thighs.

Your left hand moved towards Eddie’s lap, fumbling with his belt desperately. It would be a lie to say you weren’t so much as a little curious to see what your friends were working with under their clothes… and, as much you wanted them both to fuck you into the mattress during this… trial run, you also wanted to make sure they were both pleased as much as you were at the end of this. 

Eddie pulled away from the kiss, moving his hands to help you. He undid his belt swiftly and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down slightly with his boxers. “What’re you doing, princess?” He asked, looking at you with lust filled eyes as your hand moved closer to him. He pushed his boxers down just enough for his hardened cock to spring free and hit his stomach, a groan leaving his mouth as the cool air hit his sensitive cock. You gasped, looking at him in full as your hand moved closer, wrapping around the thick base of his cock. You squeezed his thick cock slightly, pumping your hand up and down slowly as Eddie’s head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck, yeah, feel that? That’s all because of you; god. Just seeing you and hearing you is making me hard as a rock.”

Gareth groaned, thrusting his hips into the mattress as his tongue continued its assault on your core. He looked up at you and Eddie, groaning against you as he watched you jack off his best friend. You moaned as Gareth’s nose pressed more pressure on your clit, leaning over to kiss Eddie’s lips as you pumped your hand up and down faster. Eddie moaned into your mouth, his hands moving back to roam over your breasts.

Gareth’s fingers squeezed the soft skin of your thighs slightly, moaning as you squeezed them against his head more. The fingers of your right hand tugged on his hair again, while your left hand continued to work on Eddie’s cock. Your thumb slid over the slit gently before you squeezed harder, pumping him faster. 

“Jesus Christ,” Gareth mumbled, pulling his head away from your core slightly. His right hand moved to your core instead, swirling two fingers at your entrance before he pushed them into you slowly. 

You gasped and pulled away from the kiss with Eddie, moaning as you looked down at Gareth. He smiled up at you with a cocky grin, pumping his fingers into you slowly and teasingly. “Fuck you,” you mumbled, groaning as Eddie’s hips thrusted up into your hand. 

“Is that an invitation?” Gareth smirked, leaving kisses on your thighs as he continued to pump his fingers into you slowly. He ground his hips against the mattress again, biting the soft skin of your thighs gently. 

“I’ll gladly take that invitation,” Eddie mumbled, sighing as you slowed down your movements on his cock. 

“Yeah, I’m sure you both would…” you gasped out as Gareth pumped his fingers faster and deeper. 

“God, that sure did shut you up,” Gareth smirked, moving to suck on your clit gently. 

“Pretty girl loves using her mouth until she can’t,” Eddie smirked, nodding at Gareth. “We’re gonna fuck you so good tonight that you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow.” Eddie added, looking at you. You groaned, removing your hand from Eddie’s cock as both of your hands moved to Gareth’s hair. You tugged on his fluffy hair tightly, whining slightly as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you. You pushed his head down, grinding against his fingers as your head fell back to the headboard. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, back arching off the bed. “Gareth, shit, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled, eyes closing as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you. He curled them slightly, sucking on your clit as you groaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. Gareth’s name escaped your lips more as you continued to grind against his fingers, releasing around them. 

Gareth moaned loudly, thrusting his hips into the mattress more as you rode out your high on his fingers. After a couple more thrusts he was done for, a blushing and moaning mess as he came inside of his jeans. “Fucking shit, baby,” he muttered, looking up at you. “Well fuck.”

Eddie’s eyes widened as he watched you grind against Gareth’s fingers and finish all over them. He moaned, grabbing your pink lace panties from beside him as he went to work fisting his cock with the pink fabric. 

You sighed, falling back on the bed as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Glancing at Eddie, you groaned as you watched him jerk himself off with your panties. Gareth shuffled from underneath you, setting your thighs back on the bed gently as he removed his fingers from your core. He shifted to his knees, the wet patch on his jeans visible as he looked at Eddie and smirked. 

“Want a taste?” He asked, moving his fingers towards Eddie’s mouth. Eddie’s lips wrapped around Gareth’s fingers, moaning as he sucked the juices, your juices, off of his best friend's fingers. 

You groaned loudly, watching Eddie suck on Gareth’s fingers as he continued to thrust into the pink lace fabric in his hand. “Fuck,” Eddie groaned, looking at you. “God, baby girl, you taste so good,” he mumbled, his hips thrusting up sloppily as he felt his high come closer.

“Yeah?” You breathed out, moving closer to him. You placed your right hand on Eddie’s cheek and moved his face towards you, leaning in slowly. You kissed his lips, tongue grazing over his bottom lip before he sighed, opening his mouth for you. Your tongue slipped inside, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

Your moans and whines into his mouth were too much for Eddie, he pulled away from the kiss and moaned loudly. His head fell back against the headboard of your bed as he moaned your name, thrusting up again as he spilled his cum all over his jeans and your lace panties.

You gasped at the sight, groaning more as you watched him sit there. He was a hot and moaning mess as he pumped rope after rope of his cum everywhere. “Fuck,” he mumbled, looking down at his lap as he stopped his movements. “That’s the most I’ve ever had,” he laughed out, looking up at you with a smile. 

“Yeah?” You giggled, looking at him. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, using your lace panties to clean up his mess slightly. 

You glanced over at Gareth who was sitting on his knees on the bed, watching the two of you. You looked him up and down, smirking softly when you noticed the wet spot in his pants. You shifted to your knees and crawled over to him, kneeling in front of him with a small smile. 

“I’d ask if it was your turn to cum,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned closer. “But it looks like you already did,” you giggled, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Gareth kissed you back, his lips moving against yours as his hands moved to the soft skin of your sides. He ran his fingers down your sides, stopping his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer to his body. 

“Couldn’t help myself,” he mumbled, smiling at you. “You’re too damn hot,” he added, kissing your lips again. 

“Yeah?” You breathed out, smiling at him. “Maybe I can at least help you cum again?” You smirked, kissing down his neck as your fingers moved to the hem of his shirt. You tugged up on the soft fabric of his favorite faded Metallica shirt, pulling it up and over his body. He helped you, moving his arms over his head as he slid the shirt off and threw it to the side of the room. “You’re too overdressed,” you mumbled, looking back at Eddie as well. “Both of you are. You’re making me feel like a whore over here, naked while you’re still fully clothed.”

“You’re definitely not a whore,” Gareth mumbled, leaning in softly to place kisses on your neck. “Although, I wouldn’t complain if you were,” he smirked, biting at the skin of your neck softly. 

“That depends,” Eddie smirked, undoing his jeans fully. He stood up and slid out of them, pushing them to the floor in a pile before he kicked them to the side. “If by a whore you mean someone who will do this with us?” He said, moving behind you, “well, then, who am I to judge?” He pressed his shirt covered chest against your bare back as hands moved around the front of your chest, squeezing your breasts gently. 

You gasped at the feeling, your head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder as you looked up at him with a small smirk. “You only care if I’m your whore, huh?”

“I didn’t say that,” he smirked, looking down at you. 

“But, he didn’t deny it, either,” Gareth smirked, his hands running down to your soft thighs, his fingers grazing over the skin gently as he looked up at you. “So, tell me, princess,” he muttered, leaning closer to you. “What do you want to do?”

You looked up at him, smiling softly. “Well, clearly I want to do you,” you replied, smirking at him. “That okay?” You giggled, leaning closer to him as your lips caught his in another kiss. 

Gareth kissed you back, his lips moving against yours frantically. Your hands ran down his chest and stomach, feeling over every inch of his skin before you stopped at the waist of his jeans. Your fingers undid his belt carefully and unbuttoned his jeans before you unzipped them, pulling away from the kiss gently to look up at him. 

Eddie’s hands squeezed your breasts more, a loud whine leaving your lips as you leaned back against him. Eddie smirked, leaving kisses on your neck. “God, baby girl, I love hearing you,” he whispered into your neck. “Can’t wait to hear all the noises you’ll make from Gareth’s cock.” He left soft kisses on your neck, biting down gently. 

“Gonna make her moan and whine so loud she won’t even know what to do,” Gareth smirked, winking at you before he stood up and pushed his jeans off. You looked up at him, watching as he undressed fully, exposing himself to you and Eddie. You bit your lip, groaning softly as your eyes roamed up and down Gareth’s body, taking in every inch and committing it to your memory for your own personal enjoyment later.

“You’re staring,” Eddie smirked, whispering in your ear as he looked up at Gareth. “Got a crush on Gareth?” He teased, his hands moving down your breasts to your stomach to your thighs. His hands stopped on your thighs, rubbing gentle circles on the soft skin as he watched you stare down his friend.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head slightly before you glanced back at Eddie. “I’m not staring,” you added, blushing a bit as you looked back at Gareth as he stood in front of you.

“I think you might be, princess,” Gareth smirked, looking at you as he wrapped his right hand around the base of his cock. He pumped himself a few times, a small groan escaping his lips as he walked towards you. “But that’s okay, because we were staring at you earlier, pretty girl,” he smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “So, let’s just consider us even, yeah?”

“Oh… okay,” you gulped slightly, nodding as you watched him move closer towards the bed. He sat back in the spot you were in earlier, leaning against the headboard as he looked at you. 

“Come on, pretty girl, I don’t bite,” Gareth said, looking at you. “At least, not super hard.” He shrugged, taking your hand in his gently. He pulled you closer to him, smiling as you straddled his waist. “Besides, if I did, it would just be to mark you up,” he teased, his hands finding your hips softly. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna mark me up?” You asked, your arms wrapping around his neck gently. 

“That depends, am I allowed to?” Gareth asked, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your hips. 

“Definitely.” You nodded. “You are both allowed to do whatever you want to me.” 

“Whatever we want, huh?” Eddie asked, moving closer to you. “I’m liking my odds here.” He smirked, looking at you. 

Your gaze met Eddie’s and you smiled, laughing slightly. “Okay, to an extent,” you mumbled, leaning over to kiss his lips gently. “Remember I do still need to look presentable for my actual job and life,” you said, looking at Eddie. 

“Hey, we are respectful gentlemen,” Eddie nodded, looking at Gareth. “Ain’t that right, Gare?”

Gareth nodded, smiling as he looked at you. “Always, pretty girl,” he mumbled, his fingers moving up and down your sides gently. “We don’t just take, we give too.” He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “And we share.” 

“Yes, we definitely share.” Eddie nodded, “we take turns, actually. And right now, it’s Gareth’s turn. Give your crush the attention he craves.” Eddie smirked, winking as he leaned back against the headboard with his arms behind his head. “I’ll enjoy watching again until it’s my turn.”

You blushed softly, glancing at Eddie before looking back at Gareth. “You always seem to get first, huh?” You asked, leaning in to kiss him again. Gareth smiled into the kiss, his hands moving down to your thighs. He squeezed the soft skin gently and looked at you. 

“He likes to be nice, I think.” He mumbled, motioning towards Eddie with his head. “I think it helps get him off knowing he’s being a protector or some shit.” Gareth nodded, looking at you. “But, I’m not complaining, I’ll take a pretty girl in my lap any day. Especially if that pretty girl is you.” 

You shook your head at his playful flirting and smiled. “You’re so sweet,” you mumbled, moving to your knees gently. “I’m wondering if this trial run was your idea so you were able to do whatever you wanted before the cameras started rolling.” You commented, looking down at him. 

Gareth feigned hurt, gasping as he looked up at you. “How dare you think of me as so low,” he teased. “I do have some respect, you know?” 

You giggled, shaking your head as your right hand moved down to his cock. “You have absolutely no respect for anyone or anything,” you corrected him. Your right hand wrapped around the base of his cock, moving it through your slick folds gently. Gareth’s breath hitched, any sort of cocky response he had now gone as he closed his eyes. 

“Hm?” He hummed, groaning slightly as you sunk down on his cock slowly. “Fuck,” he mumbled, your name leaving his lips in another gasp. 

You smirked, looking at him. “Mm, cat got your tongue?” You moaned out, sinking onto him completely. “Fuck,” you sighed. “God, Gareth, is this why you’re also so damn cocky? You’re like, huge.” 

Gareth smirked, his eyes opening to look at you. “Yeah, well,” he mumbled, “it’s a gift, really,” he leaned in, kissing your lips. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, slowly helping you move. He lifted your hips gently before moving you back down onto his cock. He moaned against your lips, kissing down your neck as you continued to move on his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Gareth muttered into your neck.

“Yeah, so do you,” you whined, bouncing slowly. “Fuck, Gareth, so big, fill me up.” You sighed, moving your head to the side to give him more room. Your hands moved up his arms to his biceps, fingers wrapping around the muscles there slightly. “Fucking drummer,” you moaned, your nails digging into the skin on his biceps. 

Gareth groaned at the feeling, his fingers digging into your hips more. “What about drumming?” He asked, pulling away from your neck to look at you.

You looked at him, your nails scratching up and down the skin of his biceps as your movements stopped, sitting still on him. “It’s hot,” you admitted, kissing his lips roughly. “So fucking hot, okay?” 

Gareth moaned, his hips bucking up into you as you sat still on him. “You’re boosting my ego, princess,” he replied, moving you gently. 

“Yeah, well, it’s true,” you moaned loudly, his name slipping from your lips as he moved you up and down his cock slightly. “Ever since high school, fuck. Just, watching you drum in your garage at band practice, watching you drum on stage during sets, watching you practice your drums it’s just; fuck.” A groan left your lips as you moved your hips against his. “You are so fucking hot, okay? Eddie’s right. I have a massive crush on you.” You admitted, leaning in to kiss his lips again. 

Gareth kissed your lips slightly before he pulled away to look at you. “Woah, woah; what was that?” He asked, his gaze meeting yours. “What did you just say?” He asked, looking at you.

“You heard me,” you mumbled, shaking your head as you turned pink slightly. “Both you and Eddie are incredibly hot. How the fuck you’re both still single shocks me.” You glanced at Eddie, seeing the smirk on his lips. 

“Oh, so you got a crush on both of us? Is that why you wanted both of our help?” Eddie asked, moving closer towards you. He moved behind you, kneeling behind your body. 

“No,” you muttered, gasping as Eddie’s hands wrapped around your body and squeezed your breasts roughly. “Fuck,” you moaned, “okay, maybe.” Eddie squeezed your breasts harder and a loud whine escaped your lips as your head fell back against his shoulder. “Okay, fine. Yes! Okay? Happy?” You shook your head, turning bright red. 

“So you wanted both of our help for your little content so you were able to fuck us both?” Eddie asked, his hands gently massaging your breasts as he placed soft kisses on your temple. 

“I, uh,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Yes?”

“Oh, baby girl,” Gareth muttered, thrusting his hips up into you again. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed about that,” he said, his hands squeezing your hips before his thumbs rubbed soft circles on your stomach. “Eddie and I would both do anything for you if you asked us.” 

“We would,” Eddie agreed, massaging your breasts more as he placed soft kisses on your neck. He trailed kisses over your neck slightly before he found the spot that made you whine. As soon as his lips hit that spot on your neck, a shiver ran through your entire body. Eddie smirked, sinking his teeth into your skin slightly. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, eyes closing as Eddie sucked on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned, slowing your movements on Gareth’s cock. 

Eddie hummed against your neck, smirking as his right hand trailed down your chest and stomach. He stopped at your lower stomach, his middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing circles over your clit. Gareth groaned, feeling you clench around him at the new sensation. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” Gareth sighed, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he helped you move up and down on his cock again. “She’s gonna cum, I feel it,” he groaned softly. 

“Oh, is she?” Eddie smirked, rubbing your clit faster. “Is that true, pretty girl? Are you going to cum on Gareth’s cock?” 

You whined loudly, nodding slightly. “Yes,” you muttered softly. “Gonna cum on Gareth’s cock…” 

Gareth groaned, moving your body before he thrusted up to meet the movements. As you were coming down, he was thrusting up into you. As Gareth was thrusting up into you, Eddie’s fingers were moving skillfully over your clit. 

“Come on, baby girl,” Gareth mumbled. “Cum for me, cum for us,” he squeezed your hips tighter, helping you bounce on his cock faster. Eddie’s movements sped up, matching perfectly with Gareth’s. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned loudly, head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder as you clenched around Gareth’s cock again. “Fuck, fuck—fuck,” your hips moved slightly, grinding down against Gareth as your whole body twitched. As you felt one of the biggest orgasms you’ve ever had climb up, you saw stars. Gareth’s and Eddie’s names left your mouth together, muffled and strung together as you clenched around Gareth and released all over his cock. 

“Jesus Christ,” Gareth mumbled, watching you. He moaned as he felt you clench around him again and again, your grip on his cock tightening with each movement. He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as he thrusted up into you, releasing his load with a loud moan that sounded awfully like your name. “Fuck.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie commented, watching you two. He held you up while you caught your breath slightly. 

“Shit,” you sighed, looking at Gareth. He offered you a weak smile before he leaned closer to you and kissed your lips softly. 

“How’re you doing?” He asked, fingers pushing your hair out of your face gently. 

You nodded slightly, smiling as you leaned against Eddie. “Perfect.” 

“You sure, princess?” Eddie asked, rubbing soft circles on your hips. You hummed and looked up at him, nodding slightly. 

“Positive. I’m great, really.”

“You up for some more? Or you want a break?” Gareth asked, glancing at Eddie. 

“No, I’m good. I think.” You nodded, sitting up slowly. Gareth helped you off of him gently, ensuring you kept your balance as you kneeled beside him on the bed. 

“You’re positive you’re okay?” Eddie asked, looking at you. 

“Positive,” you smiled, moving towards Eddie. You sat on your knees in front of him, running your hands up his chest gently. You leaned closer, kissing his lips as your fingers messed with the hem of Eddie’s shirt. Eddie’s lips moved against yours, groaning softly as you lifted up the fabric of his tee. He pulled away slightly, tossing his shirt to the side before his lips met yours once again.

Eddie pushed you back onto the bed slowly, hovering over you as he kissed down your neck and chest. His lips moved slowly over every inch and curve of your body, taking it all in as Gareth did earlier. His hands ran down your sides slowly, fingertips trailing over your skin lightly as he glanced up at you with a smirk.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling through his hair as your eyes closed, head falling back against the pillows. “Eddie,” you whined softly, hips bucking up slightly, just begging to be touched by him.

“Look at that, Gare,” Eddie purred, “even when she’s fucked out of her mind, she’s still begging for more.” He smirked, placing a soft kiss on your lower stomach. “Your cum is oozing out of her and she’s begging for more.” You whined again, looking down at Eddie before you glanced at Gareth. 

“I know,” Gareth smirked, leaning over to kiss your neck softly. “She’s so greedy, isn’t she?” As the question left his lips, his teeth grazed over your neck gently. You moaned softly, moving your head to the side as he nibbled against your skin. Your free hand moved to Gareth’s hair, tugging on the fluffy locks gently. 

While Gareth’s lips attacked your neck, his hands ran over your chest, squeezing your breasts gently. You moaned softly, eyes closing again as the two boys continued to kiss and nip at your skin. His hands massaged your breasts, teeth nibbling at your neck as Eddie’s lips moved down lower, nipping at your inner thighs.

Eddie placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. He licked a long stripe up your folds, moaning at the taste of your juices mixed with Gareth’s cum. Eddie’s tongue darted in and out of your core, feasting on the mixed release like his life depended on it. A gasp left you as he continued to prod his tongue in and out, his nose grazing against your sensitive clit slightly. 

“Eddie,” your fingers pulled on Eddie’s hair tighter, groaning as he moaned against your core. 

“Yes, pretty girl?” Eddie mumbled, looking up at you. He licked up your folds again, his tongue flicking over your clit gently before he sucked on it teasingly. Gareth kissed down your neck before he bit down on your collarbone gently, sucking on the skin there. Gareth’s hand massaged your breast again, his fingers pinching at your nipple gently. 

“F-fuck,” you sighed, melting into their touches more and more. Eddie smirked, his pointer finger circling at your entrance before slowly pushing into your core. He thrusted his finger in and out slowly, picking up the pace before adding a second finger. Eddie kissed up your thighs, his fingers thrusting into you as his lips moved up your lower stomach towards your breasts. His lips wrapped around your free nipple, sucking on it slowly as his fingers moved slower within your core.

Eddie sucked on one nipple while Gareth’s fingers pinched your other nipple, rolling the hardened nub between his calloused fingers. Gareth bit down harder on your collarbone while Eddie’s teeth grazed over your nipple. As Eddie’s fingers pumped in and out of you faster, he curled them slightly, causing your back to arch off the bed with a pitiful moan leaving your lips. 

Eddie groaned around your nipple, pulling away slightly as he smirked. “I think she’s gonna cum again, Gareth,” he muttered, curling his fingers again. 

“Yeah?” Gareth smirked, kissing back towards your neck. He kissed up towards your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe gently. “Cum for us, baby,” Gareth mumbled into your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for us,” he added, tugging your earlobe with his teeth gently. 

Eddie’s fingers pumped in and out of you faster, curling at a different angle that had you seeing stars. You clenched around his fingers more, not even able to form words anymore. 

“Mmm,” you moaned out, eyes closing as you felt the most intense wave of pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach. 

“That’s it, baby,” Gareth purred into your ear. 

“Yeah, pretty girl, cum on my fingers for me,” Eddie encouraged, pumping his digits faster and deeper. “Cum again for us.” 

You whined loudly, back arching off the bed as you clenched around Eddie’s fingers, releasing more of your juices. Eddie smirked, his fingers pumping slower to help you ride out yet another high of the night. 

You relaxed back against the bed, trying to catch your breath. Eddie pulled his fingers out of your core, licking the juices off slowly with a groan before he flopped on your left and Gareth flopped on your right, both moving closer to you.

“So, when do we pull the camera out?” Eddie asked, his left arm draping over your stomach. “You know, for all of that content you needed so badly.”

“Hm?” You mumbled, resting your head on Gareth’s shoulder. “Oh, maybe tomorrow?” You suggested. 

Gareth smiled, placing a soft kiss on your temple as his right arm draped over your chest gently. “You think you can handle tomorrow?” He asked, his thumb rubbing over your arm gently. 

You hummed softly, closing your eyes. “We’ll see…”

“I don’t think she can,” Eddie teased, nuzzling his head into your neck gently. 

“I don’t know, she’s pretty stubborn. If she says she can handle it then she probably can, right, princess?” Gareth looked at you, but chuckled slightly when he heard soft snores coming from you. 

“Damn, we tired her out,” Eddie laughed. 

“Fucked her so good she fell asleep. Wait, does that mean we can stay here?”

“I’m going with yes,” Eddie nodded, closing his eyes. “It’s gonna be the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.” 

Gareth hummed, smiling as he placed another soft kiss on your temple. “Yeah, me too,” he agreed. “Until we figure out everything she dropped on us.”

“One step at a time, my dear Gareth. One step at a time. For now, get some sleep. Both of you did more than me, I think you both need sleep.” 

“Yeah,” Gareth yawned slightly. “Goodnight, Eds.”

“Night, Gare.” 

“Night,” you mumbled, snuggling into them more before more soft snores came from your mouth. 

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

Rising rockstar Eddie sees Steve at one of their shows and falls for him hard and fast.

Little does he know, Steve is also moderately famous...he's in a boy band. Imagine something like Backstreet Boys or NSYNC.

Jeff knows. Gareth knows. Freak knows.

Eddie doesn't, and Steve doesn't tell him. No one tells him.

They walk past a billboard with Steve's band, and Eddie squints at it. "Hey. That guy looks like you!"

And Steve just laughs, "haha, yep, sure does! So where are we eating, babe?"

People don't recognize Steve much on the street because he dresses differently in real life. So Eddie is blissfully oblivious to the true nature of his boyfriend while CC and all their friends make bets.

And he always bitches when CC hum Steve's band's most recent hits. "Really, Gareth? Pop? Traitor."

But the second he learns who Steve is in his professional life, he sits down, listens to their whole discography, and actually memorizes some of the songs, because pop or not, his boyfriend is a pro, he's really good at what he does, and then he makes CC record a cover of his favorite Steve song (and also maybe because Steve tells him he composed some of it, and Eddie's so proud).

From that point, if someone shit talks pop in his presence, he frowns at them and says: "I'll have you know, my boyfriend's in a boy band! And you wish you were as successful as him, you sorry excuse for a musical elitist."

[hellishchrissy]

corroded coffin + whatever the fuck this is