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whiskeyghoul · 3 days
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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader] Pt2.
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Read part 1 here
A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.
WC: 1,9K ~
Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.
Warnings: None. 
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Your pov.
It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.
“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.
When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction. 
“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted. You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.
Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line. “Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line. 
“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab. 
“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.
“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call.  “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.
“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words. 
“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.
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miguelsslvt · 7 months
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miguel o'hara x goth girl! spider! reader smut drabble
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word count: 756
TW: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, y/n gets fucked dumb, creampie, fingering, spanish translated from google translate so it isn't very good i'm so sorry. and also it isn't exactly stated that y/n is 'goth', it's literally just heer style and i hate it sm that i write it like that i'm so sorry.
A/N: so basically i got requested to do a college au! goth girl x reader but i didn’t read the ‘college’ bit and i got a bit carried away so… here’s the shitty goth spider! reader whilst i try writing the college au!! anyways two posts in one night?? ahh! this is severely unedited and not even proofread, so i hope i did okay! i can always rewrite if you don't like it:). also i love doing requests so much, so pls give me more! welcome to the club! ^^
you were a smart girl. well, smart enough to notice the looks miguel gave you everytime you walked around spider society wearing your favourite black dress and fishnets. and you would be lying to yourself if you said the attention didn't make your legs tighten in anticipation.
you had your eyes on miguel since the first time you laid eyes on him when he recruited you. was it your everlasting hunger for male validation? maybe. was it the way his fingers flicked through tab to tab on his platform? most likely. was it the hunger you noticed in his eyes when he trailed his eyes along your figure? absolutely. that's why on the day you were supposed to come to miguel for 'monthly anomaly reports', you made sure to wear the short black skirt and fishnets you knew that would miguel drool. what? just because you were pretty didn't mean you were stupid.
after a beautiful walk around the graveyard near your home, placing some flowers on some empty graves, you decided to go back to the spider HQ, playing your favourite band, 'bauhaus'.
'spider goth. miguel would like you in his office.' your watch alarmed, as your smiled at lyla, nodding. before you walked into the office room, you made sure to fix your eyeliner so it didn't look too 'smoky' but smoky enough. you fixed your silver necklaces in place, as you walked in. 'yes miguel?'
fuck, that voice. miguel thought. he turned around slightly to take in your body. god, he could feel his dick twitch from just the sight of you. was it even normal to feel this way? 'sir? you seem a little.. distracted.' you said, tilting your head slightly. he smirked. if miguel was completely honest, he knew you knew how he felt about you. and the fact that you still continue to wear such provocative clothing around him, and the fact that you always give him that 'innocent' smile of yours was enough for him to know you enjoyed the attention.
'oh i think we both know why i'm distracted, spider goth-' 'y/n.' you cut him off. he seemed a bit taken aback. 'excuse me?' he asked. 'for you, it's y/n, sir.' you replied, walking up to his platform, your skirt riding up slightly as you sat on his desk.
god, he could take you right there. so he did.
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'm-miguel!~' you moaned, eyes rolling back as he kept hitting that sweet spot inside you. your back was arched against the desk, as his hands held your hips roughly. your eyeliner and makeup was ruined, all over your cheeks as they were filled with tears. your fishnets were ruined, as your skirt was hitched up just above your ass, as miguel groaned in relief.
'god you don't know how long i've wanted this.. mi niña bonita~' he cooed, smirking as you gasped for air, holding onto the desk. (my pretty girl)
you had lost count on how many times miguel made you cum in just one hour, but right now you couldn't care. your legs were numb, mind was fuzzy and you could swear you were seeing stars. you fucked out dizzy expression urged miguel further, chasing both of your highs.
'g-god m-miguel g-gonna c-cum again..!' you moaned loudly, as miguel leaned closer to your ear, moving your jaw so he could see your dumb face.
you were drooling, crying, your hair and makeup was a mess. and mguel didn't think you could get any more prettier then this. god, and the way you clenched and gaped around him made him cum almost instantly. but he would wait. 'cum for me, that's it.. jodido tan tonto que ni siquiera puedes pensar, ¿verdad?' he teased, as he thrusts became sloppy once again. (fucked so dumb you can't even think, right?)
you reached you peak, letting out a loud gasp, as miguel held your jaw,his nose in your neck as he whispered to you. 'thaat's it.. that's my girl.. there you go..' he praised, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible as he let his load in you.
it was alot, as you came down from your high, panting for air. miguel groaned as he pulled out, leaving a string of his cum and your juices out. he just let a deep breath, tutting. 'ay.. no.. mi dulce chica.. you're supposed you keep it inside. looks like i'm gonna have to plug it back in.' miguel said, sticking his finger inside you, making you squeal in overstimulation. (my sweet girl)
'let's take care of the mess you made, yeah?' he cooed, as you nodded mindlessly. there was one thing miguel will never admit, though.
and that's miguel likes it messy.
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dcsiremc · 2 months
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izu x his alt crush. izu n his alt girlfriend. izu n his goth wife. izu’s face smeared in dark lipstick and gloss from making out with her. izu running his fingers in and out of the holes of her fishnets. izu listening to her rant about her favorite horror movies, mind racing with thoughts of pumping her cunt full of his cock.
he’s walking sunshine compared to her and she’s his moon…his star if you will ;)
he’s helping her put on all her accessories, he’s giving her a piggyback ride every time her calves start cramping from those torturous 5in platforms. only he knows how much of a sweetie she can be, lovely and perfect, not at all intimidating like the media makes her out to be. they don’t get to hear who sweet she cried his name when he putting an arch in her back, so he understands why they don’t know.
izu with his perfect goth wife, he’s loves her. even if she’s a little too obsessed with skulls and true crime, even if her lashes always wind up places they shouldn’t be and scare the shit out of him, even if she’s begged him to dress as a slasher too many times to count. he loves her.
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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months
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Wₐᵢₜ… yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ dₐₜᵢₙg?!
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: Couple stuff, kissing, lipstick stains, Pavitr being Pavitr.
A/N: Sorry that it's something short, I couldn't squeeze out much. hc here
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You and Hobie were in your universe, just hanging out on the rooftop of your building. You both had on your spider suit on, just in case Miguel decided to call you in for whatever reason. So far the night was chill, no trouble had seemed to be going on. Then you had the idea to start kissing out of the blue. You and Hobie weren't a huge fan of PDA, but when you and him were alone, you were all affectionate to one another.
While you were eating each other's faces, was when you received the call. The kissing stopped, much to your enjoyment. You got your masks and other things then headed to headquarters, still semi upset that your kissing was interrupted.
Once you went into the portal and were in the elevator, someone else had come in through another portal. It was Pavitr, yours and Hobie's friend. "Hey guys!" he said all cheery and happily, like usual. "Hey Pav" you gave him a small wave. Then he stopped and got a close look between you and Hobie. "You okay Man?" Hobie asked his friend.
Then out of nowhere Pavitr just gasped dramatically. "When were you going to tell me that you two were a couple!" he asked, then you and Hobie looked at on another, then your eyes went wide and began to giggle a bit. "What? Is there something on me?" your boyfriend asked, then you got your small mirror which you carried, then handed it to him. "You tell me" you said, as Hobie took the small compact mirror and looked at himself.
There it was, black lipstick smeared around his lips, he also noticed how your black lips were semi messy than normal. "I thought you were wearing that lipsticks that never smears" he said, making you laugh a bit "I thought I was... my bad" you still giggling. "Never mind that! Why didn't you tell me you were dating?! I knew something was up between you and Hobie!" Pavitr accused you. "Sorry, we're not the type to you around yelling at everyone that we're together" you mentioned.
"I feel betrayed in a way" Pavitr added, sounding sad, but quickly changed his attitude. "I'm so happy for you, you're both made for one another!" he said happily towards you and Hobie. "Don't go running around telling everyone about us" Hobie said while trying to get the black lipstick off his lips. "Trust me, I know how to keep a secret" Pavitr said sounding a bit suspiciously.
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ohdeerfully · 2 months
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Hii! I really like your work :3
Can you do demon alastor and his goth human girlfriend comfort scenarios? :D
hii! i hope i did some justice, i dont know much about alternative subcultures (,: i tried something new, with some bulleted headcanons and a oneshot afterwards! thank you so much for the request! <3
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How to Summon an Overlord
Alastor x Goth!Reader (fluff) TW: mentions of animal death/taxidermy
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Alastor definitely appreciated the goth aesthetic
He lived in Hell, yeah, but a lot of the style there was more punk or grunge. Not that he even knew what these words meant but he could visually tell the difference
Similarly, you adored his red color scheme. You thought it complimented your black extremely well
He wasn’t particular about the music, it wasn’t quite his taste, but he didn’t mind listening as long as it was with you. He could manage to enjoy what you enjoyed
You typically conjured him into your world two or three times a week. You weren’t a busy person, but he was a busy demon
You typically spent a while before seeing him getting into a full goth getup, perfecting your white foundation and sharp eyeliner for what felt like hours 
He would assure you that it wasn’t necessary, but wasn’t overbearing about it. He knew some people just liked to get dressy
He did kind of like knowing that you were so excited to see him and show yourself off to him though
The dates you shared with him were… untraditional, to say the least
He enjoyed taking you out deep into the forest to explore and find bones and such to add to your collection at home. You were brave alone, but before meeting him never dared going as far in as you two did. There was so much you had been missing out on
He would never tell you, but when you weren’t looking he would use some of his powers–which were much weaker in the human realm than in Hell–to quickly catch and kill a small rodent if you were having no luck. He knew you’d probably get upset with him about the morality of it
Even though you’re literally dating a demon
So like. What morality
“I was a hunter in my life,” He had said when you caught him standing over the corpse of a deer. “I know how to… track them. When they’re dying.”
You loved that sinister grin of his. You never knew what was really going on behind it, but you found that and his glowing red eyes so… attractive. Oddly enough
At-home concerts were a must. As stated earlier, he wasn’t a huge fan of your taste in music, but he would never admit it. He did his best to follow in your steps and you swung your arms and sang out to your song of choice
He forced you to dance along with him to some jazz, too, of course. He left you no option for that
Baking was probably the most normal thing you two did together
He didn’t like sweets at all, but he liked shaping the dough into little themed cookies
He also loved helping you dye your hair; so much so that the second your roots started showing signs of your natural hair color he was the first to point it out
He loved being able to sit behind you and run his fingers and work the dye into every strand of hair. He didn’t care if it stained his fingers
Gifts weren’t very common from him, but you could tell that when he did get you something, a lot of thought went into it
Recently he had given you a dainty black chain with the most beautiful, glimmering blood-red ruby dangling off of it
You always asked him about what Hell was like. You asked and asked and asked, so many questions. And he was happy to talk your ear off in return
Part of him wanted to convince you to choose a sinner’s path, to join in him Hell. Honestly, he had a feeling you would if he simply asked. You seemed genuinely devoted to him
But, at the same time, the other part of him did care about you in a way that didn’t want to see you stuck in that place. Even with him
That was something he’d think about later
You were always so upset when it was time to exorcise him back to Hell. Harsh words, but it was just technicality
You clung onto his fingers for longer than you needed to. You knew he’d be back in a few days, but you had begun to feel increasingly lonely in the time between his visits
He would give you an affirming squeeze on the shoulder, and rest his chin against the top of your head for a moment before you performed the ritual
He kept in contact with you through the haunted radio you met him through, of course, a daily meeting that had become routine
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You loved antique shopping. 
Especially when you end up with your own little haunted radio.
Especially when that radio had the smoothest voice, with the most peculiar and out of date accent. It was charming. And, it knew your name.
You sighed as you stroked your fingers down your cat’s back, smiling softly as it arched into your touch. Your legs were crossed in front of you, sporting a comfortable and fuzzy skull-patterned pair of pajamas. Your eyes kept flicking expectantly to that old radio, and you were growing impatient. You hadn’t heard from the demon haunting it all day, and you were growing lonely.
It felt incredibly surreal and peculiar, feeling ghosted by a literal ghost. Or demon. Or monster. Or whatever it was.
You weren’t really a lonely person, preferring to stay inside–enjoying the comfort of your cat and a good song or show as you practiced tattoo flashes on the kit you bought yourself as a birthday present. But you had grown fond of that voice, as strange as it may seem. And you believed he had grown fond of you as well, what with the pet names he had begun referring to you as.
A crackle of that radio made you jump to your feet, which startled your cat. You quickly ducked down to apologize and rub behind his ears before scampering over to the coffee table and crossing your legs as you sat in front of it. You couldn’t help the smile that beamed across your face.
“Little bat,” The voice practically sang. You rested your head on your hands, careful to avoid a fresh piercing you had given yourself earlier in the day. “Sorry, I’ve been quite busy with my duties down here.”
You sighed, a childish grin playing across your face. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me. After all that work I did repairing you.”
“Darling, I would sooner redeem myself in heaven than forget about you.” Your brow quirked at his statement.
“Isn’t heaven like… all sun and happiness and grandeur.”
“You’d be surprised.”
You let the conversation end there. You couldn’t get over that voice of his. Maybe it was the combination of the accent and the filter of the radio over it, but you just knew this demon had to be a handsome one. Though, you had considered the idea of him being some sort of terrifying, eldritch horror. You could probably get behind it, honestly.
You purse your lips in thought, fantasizing about seeing the owner of the voice.
“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” You asked him. A few seconds passed by.
“How incredibly rude of me!” He announced, and he sounded genuinely upset with himself. “I forgot my manners, I truly never expected this radio to be touched again. I’m Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” You laughed a bit, playing along with the formality. You reached forward and brushed a settlement of dust near the base of the mesh cover. 
“Hey,” You said slowly. You continued after he responded with a hum of curiosity. “I have a bunch’a books on like… summoning demons. And stuff. Do you know if…” You trailed, hoping that he was catching the idea.
He did catch on, and you heard an amused chuckle. 
“I’ve never thought about it,” Alastor admitted. “I’ve been too busy down here to really care about visiting the human world.” Even through the filter of static, you could tell his curiosity was piqued. And you were suddenly very, very excited.
“Stay here,” You jumped up without a second thought and scampered into your room. You had a cabinet full of small antiques and trinkets, from cute bunny figures to reptile skulls. You gingerly opened a lower drawer, careful not to knock anything over, and rummaged through an old storage of books you didn’t often touch.
While you were in your room, you quickly swiped on basic makeup. There was no way you had time to do a full face, you felt that you were risking it already even putting a little bit on. You teased your hair and threw on a simple outfit, layering some jewelry over it. If you were going to summon a whole-ass demon in your house, you wanted to at least look hot. Obviously.
You hurried out back into your living room. You felt a little nervous as you neared the radio, which had gone quiet. Usually, when Alastor was connected, there was a garble of frequency that announced his presence.
You skimmed your fingers across the mesh and, nearly instantly, he was back. You wondered if he felt any physical connection to the thing. You decided to ask him about it later. You gently picked up the radio and traveled into your basement.
It was the perfect ambience for this type of thing. A bit dreary, empty, cold… You really only used the basement for storage, so the air was thick with dust and stagnant oxygen.
“Okay. I got a couple books on different ways I could go about this. I should have all the candles and salt and stuff…” You flipped through the pages, muttering as you set out different books on methods of evocation that seemed interesting around you, your legs crossed comfortably.
He hadn’t said much since you mentioned summoning him to your realm. You began to wonder if this was a good idea. Were you jumping the gun? Was he actually as interested in you as you were in him? Did he want to see you?
You suppose he noticed the long pause in your mumbling, because he finally spoke. 
“Find anything, (Y/N)?” You smiled at his question. You took that as a good enough sign that he was interested.
“I found some… I just hope one of them works.” Alastor simply hummed in response.
You carefully drew a symbol on the concrete floor, hand dripping with white paint. Your arm was pressed against your chest to keep your stack of necklaces from dragging along the ground you kneeled down on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and the book, trying to make it as perfect as possible.
Alastor hummed a little tune as you laid out the necessary candles. A few white ones dotted the formed circle, for “purification and spiritual protection” the book said. You figured it wouldn’t hurt, just in case Alastor did end up being some hideous monster. You crossed your fingers.
“Okay…” You said slowly, standing up to examine your work. You bent over to pick up the book you followed. You also carefully placed Alastor’s radio in the center of the symbol you drew. “Get ready.”
You read over the words a few times before trying out the chant. 
You must’ve done it just right, because as soon as the words began tumbling from your mouth, a wind manifested and twirled around the circle you had created. Amazingly, the candles remained lit.
The lace on your clothes billowed in the wind, and your hair blew into your eyes. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to stay focused and kept your eyes on the paragraph. You could see that radio slightly glowing out of your peripheral.
A flash of light concluded the chant, and your eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected shine. You had thrown your arm over your head, and carefully began to peek under your elbow as the wind settled.
The candles, save for the white ones, had all gone out and the room smelled heavily of the smoke that curled from the extinguished wicks. And, in the center of the circle, the radio was gone.
And a demon sat in its place.
He was sitting, arms catching himself on the ground and a puzzled look on his face. The transition between realms obviously wasn’t the smoothest ride, but he quickly gained composure and stood up, brushing off his clothes.
The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. How he loomed over you, even from a couple feet away. The next was those piercing, dangerous red eyes of his as he made eye contact with you. And then his lips curled up in a wide, yellow grin.
“A pleasure to finally meet you in person, little bat, quite a pleasure,” He said with a dramatic bow. You were too stunned to speak, simply looking up at him with your mouth agape.
You realized that radio filter over his voice wasn’t exclusive to the radio itself, because his voice cracked with it as he spoke to you. You swallowed your intimidation and stepped towards him. He wasn’t a disgusting tentacle monster, which was awesome. He was actually… incredibly handsome. Lucky you.
“It’s… so good to finally meet you, too,” you said. You reached a hand out towards him. His eyes followed your movement carefully, smile twitching and eyebrows narrowing as he considered your hand.
Your hand was stopped at the edge of the circle he had been summoned in. Some invisible barrier prevented you from getting any closer. You both looked down at your hand, and then back up at each other.
You laughed, breathlessly and nervously. After all that work, you couldn’t even get any closer to him.
“Those candles, (Y/N),” Alastor explained with a teasing grin. You looked down at the white candles that still had their flame. You cursed yourself briefly.
“I was, uh, a little nervous. That’d you’d be, like, you know…”
“A hideous, slimy monster?”
“Yeah.”
Alastor laughed down at you. “My dear…” His voice was suddenly incredibly menacing,  the scratching of his radio-like ambience becoming more aggressive. You felt a cold sweat run down your spine. As fast as the tone changed, though, it was normal again. His voice was light with humor once again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”
You stooped down towards a candle to snuff it, but a quick rap from the demon’s cane halted you. You slowly craned your head up to look at him.
“You wouldn’t want to upset the delicate balance of a seance, my bat,” He said smoothly. “You can fix it next time. I should be going, I wasn’t expecting this… I have some things to do back in Hell.”
Next time, you thought, a tight feeling in your chest. You were incredibly excited at that idea, and it helped you not feel so bad about the short visit from Alastor. You nodded at him before turning around and fishing through the book for a banishment spell.
“I’ll… see you later then,” You said after finding the page. You pressed your hand against the invisible barrier again, to which he followed and pressed his own on the opposite side. You examined those long fingers of his. He smiled down at you. His expression was strange and unreadable.
“Until next time.”
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hotchsofficialwifey · 5 months
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okay hear me out... mike schmidt with goth!fem!reader (be warned: i'm not goth so this might not be very accurate lol)
he met you while he was working at the mall, eyed you from across hot topic. despite your intimidating black clothes, chains, and eye makeup, you had one of the sweetest smiles he'd ever seen, instantly drawing him to you. you said good morning to the worker with one of those perfect smiles and he immediately felt butterflies in his stomach.
he started hanging out at the hot topic more frequently. he began to pick up on your schedule, too. you'd usually come on Saturday's between 12-3pm, circle through the food court and your favorite stores (one time he even caught you at Victoria's Secret, but didn't go in, for obvious reasons). he felt a little creepy, but it wasn't like he was stalking you, just keeping you safe (this was his bullshit excuse). some part of you was simply magnetic, pulling him in like a siren, wrapping him around your finger so tightly he never wanted to be let go.
after a few weeks or so of this same routine, he got fired for beating up a man in broad daylight, and had to get a shitty job at Fazbear's Pizzeria. the only part of that job he missed was you, but his yearning would soon come to an end. he went on various apps, websites, whatever he could to find a babysitter for abby while he was at work, when he found your profile on one of the apps. you were around his age, lived in the same town, and were looking for a job as a babysitter. perfect! he got in contact with you shortly after, and you were fast to reply. you set up a day, time and location, and the next night you were there, knocking on his door.
it was as if the closer he got to you, the prettier you were. pink lips overlined with black liner, flared black jeans paired with a Siouxsie and The Banshees t-shirt, eyeliner so sharp it could probably poke him and black converse covered in doodles. you were more casual than usual, obviously, but god, you were beautiful. you hit him with one of your dazzling smiles, introduced yourself to him and abby (abby instantly liked you), and he went off to work, the scent of your sandalwood perfume on his mind.
you got closer over the months you babysat abby. he came home early in the morning, but you always made breakfast (not only were you beautiful, but amazingly sweet). he didn't pay you as consistently as you originally hoped he would, but you were begin to grow a crush on him, so you didn't really mind. it got to the point where you two even exchanged numbers, using work as an excuse, but you mostly talked and sent memes to each other. but what he admired most about you is how good you were with abby. you guys drew together, watched cartoons together, laughed together, you even did tarot readings for her. abby would fill him in on every little detail of your night together, start to finish. she adored you, and you adored her, which only made him fall harder for you.
the love confession was unexpected, but really sweet. he had invited you over for dinner before he went to work, which he often did, but after you put abby to bed and sat down on the couch with him...
"thanks for everything you do for us." he blurted suddenly. your face suddenly felt very warm, and you bashfully replied.
"it's no big deal, really. i like spending time with abby..." fuck it, you thought. "and with you." you stared at each other for a moment, tension in the air, before he kissed you. slowly, softly, easing you into it. it got heated quickly, and one thing left to another, and he was forty minutes late for work (but it was so worth it).
a/n: okay, this wasn't as focused on the goth part as I wanted it to be, but wtvr. i'll be doing headcannons for goth!reader later!! for now, here's some backstory lol
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fanpageknight · 5 months
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Thought of the day...
Sanji needs a goth girlfriend
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kelppsstuff · 1 month
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HI MOOTIEE anyways I got smth for ya
Of course it's Adam cause YEA.
what if Adam and his goth girlfriend who is an angel of course can be fluff can be smut anything you want
Thanks mootie have a wonderful dayyy
HIIII MY BELOVED!!!! Ahhhh I hope you like thissss I enjoyed working on it! Have a fantastic day for everyone reading! Also I low-key think I’m turning into a slut with all the smut I’ve been writing recently 😭
“Looking Pretty!”
Adam x Goth gf reader
Masterlist
Warnings: blow job
Taglist: @adamsfavoritesinner @sashaphantomhive @leathesimp @ladyninggs @michelleszn @sirenetgeblogger
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Adam had first met you when he was on stage performing at a concert. You saw you next to Lute singing all the lyrics on the top of your lungs. He threw two guitar picks y’all’s way, one for each of you and moved on to the other side of the stage.
After the concert had ending Lute introduced you two. You were her sister, and he was her boss.
“Sir?” Lute called out to her boss. She was behind stage and wanted to introduce her best friend to her sister. “Yeah danger tits?” Adam asked looking over his shoulder for a spilt second. He was signing autographs for girl and guys, and even little kids.
“I’d like you too meet someone if you’d have the time.” Adam brain flashed to you and Lute together in the audience. Shirley his lieutenant. wanted to introduce him to you. “Sure thing. I’ll be back ladies.”
He and lute walked over to where you were, talking to the drummer. Adam felt his eye twitch. Said drummer always pissed him off — copied Adam 24/7.
“Y/N. This is Adam.” Lute said, taking your attention away from the drummer. You looked to the first man and felt a whole bundle of nerves and excitement gather in your stomach.
“Hi! I’m Y/N!” You stuck your hand out and Adam took it. “Never expected to see a big toy goth girl in heaven.” Leave Adam to be… Adam.
Lute was screaming in her head at Adam. That was her SISTER. And what if you said something slick back?! That’s her BOSS!
“Guess I’m special.”
“Sure babe, but you ain’t better than me.”
The thing that made Adam really start to notice you was your outfits. He loved all the necklaces you would wear, loved the make up you did most days. He also loves your fishnets.
He couldn’t count how many times he gotten hard when you would walk around in them. It gotten that porn wouldn’t even help him anymore, but the thoughts of you did.
Adam had invited you to every one of his concerts, and even if Lute didn’t show, you still did. You were his biggest fan, his biggest supporter.
Adam had to be on stage in thirty minutes and every thing had started to go wrong. First his guitar wasn’t in tune. Next his singer called out last minute, something about forgetting an date. So he would have to sing, and his throat had been hurting all day. Then he couldn’t find his mask. And finally while he was trying to calm himself down, there was knock at his dressing room door. He couldn’t get a fucking minute alone.
“Fuck off!” He shouted, trying to tune his guitar. But the person didn’t fuck off. You opened the door and poked your head through the door. “Need help?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t ever seen him with out his mask.
He was handsome safe to say. Rich brown hair, golden shimmering eyes, and a stubble that suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a white tank top, typical rockstar outfit.
Adam glared at you but the ultimately decided you could be useful. “Come here.” His voice had a certain chill, it sent shocks of excitement down your spine. You walked over to him, and stood waiting for what he needed.
Adam looked you up and down and silently cursed. You wore a short ass skirt, with a crop maroon tank top — that did a poor job in hood your tits from spilling in Adams opinion. The platforms you wore, made you a bit taller but Adam still towered over you. And you wore those fucking fish nets.
Adam sat you down on the couch and put his guitar in your hands. He got behind you and put his hands over your own. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you had also noticed how vain-y his hands really were along with his fore arms. “Do you know how to tune a guitar?” His breath fanned over your ear and blowing you hair the faintest bit.
“No,” you went to turn your head around to him but he grabbed your chin with his hand and pushed your head to look back at the guitar. “You see these nobs? The make the strings tighter and loser.” Adam reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.
Once he had his tuning app pulled he placed said phone your thigh. He didn’t move his hand away from it, at least not before gripping your fishnets, wishing to tear them.
“Adjust the nobs accordingly and the app will tell you if it’s in tune or not, and if it needs to be looser or tighter. Understand?” You nodded your head, and he reluctantly pulled away from you.
He started to look around for his mask. He couldn’t preform without it. He was surprised that he was comfortable with you seeing his face. Despite that, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable performing without it.
You started to tune his guitar, slightly confused at first, but slowly got the hang of it.
Adam had trouble finding his mask. He would look at you and think thoughts that would, we’ll send him to hell probably. When he would look away — after telling himself to stop being creepy — it wouldn’t be long till his eyes were back on you. So yeah, he couldn’t find his mask.
You looked up over to him and saw him staring directly at you. Placing the guitar on the couch you got up and walked over to him. Normally you would be wearing necklaces that would move with your steps but he took notice in your bare neck.
“It’s tuned.” He hummed and acted on his intrusive thoughts. He pulled you closer to him by your neck. “You know what would compliment this outfit? A collar.” His hand wrapped around your neck, and squeezed the tiniest bit, his veins bulging.
Your breath got caught in your throat as you tired to find your next words. “What kind?” Adam took another step, you chest now pushing against each other. “One with my name on it.”
Cocky bastard.
"20 MINUTES TILL SHOW TIME!” Someone called out from the hallways. Adam clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Ya wanna suck me off before I go on?” He said in a joking tone, but holy fuck that would take away about 85% of his problems. He was pent up. He wasn’t expecting you to do anything. You’d always brush away his sexual comments, which unsurprisingly was more often than not.
You raised a brow and started to unbutton his pants. “You have twenty minutes.” His hand on your throat tightened and you started to get on your knees.
You brought the zipper and started to pulled down with your teeth. Most girls he fucked tried to act innocent. Always looking at the package he had to offer as if it was the first dick they seen. But you — you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes begging. Like a fucking slut. You pulled his pants down a little — along with his boxers and started to pump him. Getting him hard but you did need to do it for long — seeing as he was already leaning precum.
Fuck if he had twenty minutes he was gonna make it worth it.
“I’ve gotten a hand job before babe, I prefer a blowjob.” He really couldn’t shut his mouth.
You brought your lips to his shaft and started to kiss him gentle, and so soft he shuttered. You continued to move you hand as you slowly took him in your mouth.
Your mouth was warm and you started to suck him off. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth — fulling his ego more — so you made up with the inches you couldn’t fit with your hand.
Your hand twisted around him and you sucked harder, making him throw his head back in a groan. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the moan wanting to escape.
“10 MINUTES!”
It was like a switch in Adam. He started to thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to release his frustration. Spit started to fall past your bottom lips — fuck, I need to be neat, you thought, insanely hot, Adam thought. You rest reached up and started to play with your nipples with your now free hands.
You could feel your gag reflex kicking, tightening your throat up. That had done it for Adam. “Fuck!” He poured himself into your mouth. Some dripped onto you lips and chin.
You looked up at licking you lips and wiping your chin with your pointer finger, before sucking that as well.
You throat had started to become sore. “THREE MINUTES! ANYONE SEEN ADAM?!” You looked to the door, but something caught your eye. Adams mask was under a desk. You crawled to it, seeing as it wasn’t far.
“If you don’t get up right now, I’m fucking you.”
You rolled your eyes and got up, handing Adam his mask.
Adam was wrong, it didn’t fix 85% of his problems. It fixed 100% of his issues. “TWO MINUTES!” That send Adam into over drive, but before he could put his mask on you grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Your lipstick was ruined, but a kiss mark still showed on him face. “See you out there.” You grabbed tissues and walked out. Adam not far behind you.
Once the concert was over, Like normal you went to find Adam backstage. You stood behind him as he signed autographs. Your feet started to hurt from wearing play forms all day. Adam seemed to take notice.
“Take your shoes off.”
“And walk bare foot on this ground?” You raised you brow to him as if he was insane. Adam rolled his eyes and bent down on one knee in front of you.
He started to take your shoes off, you did little protest, happy to get them off. He then took off his own shoes and put your feet in them. Tying them tightly so they wouldn’t fall off.
Fans started to look in shock, people started to take photos while other glared in envy.
You kind of half expected Adam to wear your shoes — you didn’t know why — but he didn’t. He carried them for you and when you two left the building he slung an arm around you. “So this means we’re dating.” Even though it didn’t sound like a question, it was.
“If you can get Lutes blessing, sure.”
Fuck. Adam hadn’t tried to ever convince someone of something so much before. He spent a total of 5 months proving himself to Lute. Proving himself to you. He could see why Lute wouldn’t trust him. He was a huge playboy but in those five months he gave that up. Only wanting one.
So when Lute gave him his blessing to date you, another five months later he was asking for your hand in marriage. To which you both called him deranged.
Ahhhh I hope that was good? I feel like the ending was rushed so I may edit this sometime in the future
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starry-eyedblog · 25 days
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ahh i’m so sorry @angelofacidx!! i accidentally posted this ask before it was ready and had to delete it so your ask is gone :(( i hope i did a good job and y'know i had to make simon a tad pathetic, just for you <3
warnings/tags: simon x fem goth reader, awkward simon, flirting, teasing, kissing
when simon caught a glimpse of you one night at the pub he frequented with his mates, he was instantly captured by your beauty. usually, his type wasn't goth girls but there was something just so intriguing about you and your style that he found himself unable to look away.
when his friend johnny saw he was staring off, uninterested in the conversation, he followed his friends eyes and saw what had his full attention. "got a wee crush have you, si?" he chuckles, playfully nudging at his arm.
"oh fuck off," simon grumbled back, thankful for his black face mask covering his flushed cheeks. then, another friend was peeping up. "not your usual type mate. gonna go talk to her? or just oogle all night like a dickhead?" gaz had laughed with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of his pint.
simon shrugged off his friends and left his booth, walking over to the bar where you were sat on a stool, talking away to a friend. he slipped in behind you, akwardly coughing to catch your attention which worked.
you spun around in your stool, tilting your head back to take in the absolute mammoth of a man stood in front of you. "can i help you?" you had asked, tilting your head slightly with an almost annoyed expression and simon felt his face flush warm.
"i uh- i was wonderin' if i could buy you a drink?" he asked, trying to avoid staring at you too much incase it come off as rude. in reality he was soaking up your outfit and makeup, enjoying all the details his eyes could find.
you laugh softly and with a smile, you accept the offer. "course you can, i'll have whatever you're having." you say, leaning in a bit closer to him so he can hear you over the general chit chat filling the busy bar.
simon nods, watching the way you lean towards him. his hands grow sweaty and his eyes frantically try to avoid yours. he quickly orders two rum and cokes, paying for them with a tenner. he takes his change, watching the bartender pour the drinks and place the glasses down in front of him.
he says a quick thanks before handing you a glass, "thanks." you say simply, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a long sip. as you place the drink down onto the bar, you look up at him with a questioning look.
"gonna ask me any questions or?" you tease with a smile and simon feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. "oh yeah, sorry uhm. so what's your name? that's a good place to start yeah?" he chuckles, hooking his mask under his chin and taking a big sip of his drink to try settle his nerves.
simon was someone who was confident in his looks, knew how intimidating he was with his height and old scars. you'd think he was a womanizer, but in all honestly he got shy around pretty girls and always managed to make an arse out of himself.
you laugh and nod, "yeah that's a good place to start. maybe next you can ask what my job is?" you tease with a cheeky smile before taking pity on him and telling him your name before asking for his.
simon answers back with his name, complimenting how pretty yours is before trying to move on and ask more questions that aren't very surface level.
more drinks are bought throughout the night and you seem to stay by his side, enjoying how flustered he gets around you. the more tipsy simon gets, the more he's unable to hide his fascination about your style.
"so, goth huh? i may have uh been a bit of an emo when i was younger in all honestly," he admits and you bark out a laugh, body tipping back and simon hopes to engrave that sound into his mind to remember for the rest of his life.
you raise a brow, "that so? just trying to imagine you with piercings and eyeliner. paints a pretty image honestly." you say before leaning forward, taking one hand and slowly dragging it up his arm while staring into his eyes.
once simon realises what you are doing, his face flushes pink and he feels his heart race. "had to take those out for military." he murmurs, unable to hold eye contact for long.
"military? makes sense now with all that muscles." you hum, giving a gentle squeeze to his bicep. "i've been like 'this' since i was a teenager, first got into the music through my parents and then discovered how much i enjoyed the style and makeup. haven't looked back since, brings in a lot of unwanted attention though. guys asking me to be their goth mommy on nights out or even dates, like what the fuck?" you shake your head, laughing with him with your hand still resting on his bicep.
"guys actually ask you that? fuckin' hell and i thought i was bad at flirting." simon bites, throwing back the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass onto the bar.
you laugh loudly at his words, shaking your head before finishing your own drink. "trust me, you're one of the best so far. little shy though eh?" you tease, giving another squeeze to his arm before standing up.
once you are standing up straight, you turn to your friend and explain your plan to her. she laughs and smiles, gently smacking you in a playful way before agreeing.
you turn back around and go up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his ear, "i'm going out for a smoke, if you'd like to join me." you whisper, pulling back to stare up at him.
silently simon nods and follows you outside, glaring at any men who even glance in your direction while you make it out the bar. he is under the impression it will just be a friendly smoke together but oh boy was he wrong.
as soon as the both of you are outside, you are dragging him down a dark alleyway around the corner. your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down until your lips are just brushing. "can i kiss you?" you ask while looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll say yes.
simon is caught off guard, his eyes widening as you easily pull him down closer to you. “su-sure.” he mutters before he feels your lips pressing to his in a slow kiss. his arms gently wrap around your waist, bringing his body flush to yours as he deepens the kiss.
after a minute or so, the two of you pull away panting quietly. you giggle softly as you look at him and simon pulls a confused expression. “what you laughing at?” he grumbles, pink flushing his cheeks.
“a bit of my black lipstick is smudged on your lips big guy.” you smile cheekily, bringing your thumb to your mouth to lick before gently swiping at simon’s face to get rid of the evidence. he smiles down at you as he feel you wiping at the lipstick left behind.
he then works up the courage to ask the big question. “so, will i be able to get your number?” he utters, holding your waist a little tighter as he stares down at you. the question makes you chuckle, your head nodding. “yes you definitely can have my number.” you answer, smiling happily up at him.
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whiskersz · 28 days
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Hellooo!!
Is it okay if i take a slot for Adam requests?
Headcanons of Adam and his goth partner!!:3
Thanks and byebyee
Hello and sorry for the small delay! Here's a couple headcanons, hope you enjoy ;D
Adam x Goth! Reader Headcanons
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✦ With it being mainly a music-based subculture, Adam is not a stranger to Goth; being in a band and just having a passion for music, he keeps up with everything music related that people on Earth come up with, so he’s well informed on the genre and you basically don’t need to explain anything to him about it.
✦ He thinks it’s pretty neat that you’re Goth! Other than appreciating the music that you listen to and sometimes taking out his guitar to imitate the tunes, he thinks your style is, in his words, absolutely fucking rad. It’s rare to find somebody with such a good fashion sense in Heaven, to him the way other Angels dress is all the same, so it’s a breath of fresh air to have somebody around the house whose style somehow matches his.
✦ Yes, because when he’s not in his typical robe, Adam loves dressing a bit alternative, so he thinks you two match quite well. If you surprise him by wearing one of his band shirts while you’re also wearing your Goth makeup, he’s absolutely going to lose it and kiss you right then and there. He thinks you look so good and he’s not afraid of demonstrating it.
✦ He also loves the makeup; he thinks bold makeup looks are very cool and he’s quite surprisingly skilled with it as well, as he does his makeup before shows himself. He doesn’t take his mask off on the stage, but when he and the other band members celebrate they get to see his face and the look he came up with for the night. He’ll absolutely bring you along to those celebrations and brag about how good his partner looks, and how awesome you two look together!
✦ He tries to do your Goth makeup sometimes; he’s not the best at doing this on other people though, since he’s only used to doing it on himself, plus there’s some difference in the way you two apply your makeup of course so he’ll need some guidance and mutter some curse words under his breath... but it’s a fun and cute activity!
✦ You also get the privilege of doing his makeup the way you want it to. So you can technically make him Goth as well! Afterwards he’s definitely going to stare at himself in the mirror for too long and send a lot of pictures to Lute, telling her about how fucking awesome he looks!
✦ You two often dance to either his tunes or the ones of a song that you used to listen to back on Earth, while doing things around the house or simply to have some fun. He loves admiring you do it, he thinks you truly look like a vampire.
✦ The only thing he might find a little weird is if you used to engage in more particular activities that are common within the Goth community, like collecting bones or simply hanging out at the cemetery. But even then, he can’t really judge you as he is the leader of the Exorcists; he’s willing to accept you as his partner even though he might find some things about you quite unique or even odd.
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ilovegoths-xd · 9 months
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Hidden Room | Hobie B. 𖨆❤︎𖨆
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‧̍̊˙· .° 。˚♡Masterlist♡˚。 °. ·˙‧
Pairing: SpiderPunk!Hobie Brown x fem!SpiderGoth!reader
Summary: Where SpiderGoth and SpiderPunk sneak into a hidden room from time to time to makeout.
Genre: Fluff 🦇
Warnings: Heated makeout session and I think that's it.
Word count: 365
A/N: I AM FINALLY BACK!!! it feels like I have been gone for ages, I am so happy to finally be back I'll be definitely active from now on.
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Enjoy <3
Hobie Brown, the one and only SpiderPunk, and you, the outstanding Spider-Goth, found yourselves in a hidden room almost nobody knew about at HQ. The room, without everybody seeing you, became the perfect place for stolen moments shared between the two of you.
As the door closed behind you, anticipation filled the air. The tension between you was more than noticeable, your eyes locked with intensity. Without hesitation, Hobie closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as he claimed your lips in a passionate kiss.
The room radiated an electric energy as your bodies pressed against each other, aching to be closer. Hobie's hands roamed your sides, leaving a trail of tingling sensations behind. Your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss as your tongues danced.
Moans and sighs filled the room, the air thick with desire. The outside world long ago forgotten as the connection between you and him intensified.
Lost in the moment, time became irrelevant. Each touch, each caress, initiated a fire within you that burned brighter than any star. The hidden room became a place where you and Hobie could freely express your passion for the other, unbothered by the world outside.
As the intensity grew, the boundaries between you blurred, and the lines that separated SpiderPunk and SpiderGoth became indistinguishable. In this private sanctuary, you were simply two souls united in a passionate embrace, connected by the love and passion for each other.
Minutes turned into hours, and breathless whispers of affection echoed in the room. The room became a sacred space, a spot where the two of you could revel in the boundless affection you held for one another.
Finally, as the heat of the moment reached its peak, you reluctantly broke apart, your chests heaving. Your gazes met, a mix of love, lust and passion reflected on them.
Hobie leaned his forehead against yours, his voice husky with emotion. "You're everything to me, love. In this room, it's just you and me, no masks, no responsibilities, no anyone. I love you."
You smiled, your heart overflowing with love for the rebellious SpiderPunk before you.
This boy was gonna be the death of you
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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡♡ Love, Mars ♡♡
A/N: My first time writing for Hobie or anything spiderman related but I didn't hate the result as much I thought I would so there's that.
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whiskeyghoul · 14 days
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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid X Goth!reader]
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A/N: self indulgent little fic here. I have been in a writing slump for a few weeks and needed to do something just a little self indulgent. So we have this which has been on my mind for ever. I love Abby Sciuto from NCIS and thought how fun it would be to see our little nerd fall in love with the alternative lab rat of the FBI. This is not proof read or anything so it might not be the absolute best but I just wanted to put something out here again.
WC: 1737
Tags: fluff, crush, first meeting, love at first sight possibly, multiple parts, opposites attract, self indulgent fic, reader is described as female, reader is alternative
Warnings: Mention of human remains.
Read part 2 here
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The music coming from the lab was muffled. Even through the closed door Spencer could hear the barely legible lyrics as he got closer and closer. As he reached the door and knocked there seemed to be no answer. Certain his knocking wouldn’t be heard over the noise that he now recognized as Siouxsie and the banshees. He opened the door. As soon as the barrier between him and the music was lifted it sounded so clear. It was turned up to 11 and he wondered how anyone could even focus with music that loud.
That was until he saw you, swaying along to the music, the white coat exaggerated the movements. Swishing from side to side as you reach for a pasteur pipette while bobbing your head along to the music. You seemed absorbed in the music, focussed on your work leaning over the bench and carefully dripping a clear substance on a piece of paper while still perfectly on beat with the music. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, hoping to make himself known before he interrupted you in whatever you seemed to be doing. Though it didn’t quite reach the decibel level to alert you. “L/N” he called out your last name but once again no response. So he took a few steps closer. Once Spencer was close enough he reached out and softly tapped your shoulder. You jumped in response, whirling around in shock with the pipette in your hands raised like a weapon. Like somehow you would be able to defend yourself with the lab instrument. A yelp falling from your lips. 
“Oh my god! Can’t you knock!” You accused, eyes wide as you placed your free hand on the top of your chest, taking a deep breath. “I did. I also tried to clear my throat to not scare you.” Spencer retorted, his voice raised a little louder so you could hear him over the music. You twirled around, placing the pipette in the holder. “I’m Doctor Reid, from the BAU.” He continued loudly. You turned, holding your left hand up to shush him. Your right fishing the remote from your coat pocket. It gave Spencer some time to look you over. 
Your lab coat was about the only light thing you wore. The outfit underneath was black on black on black. A band tee with illegible writing that peeked over a corset, layered with a ripped fishnet top underneath. The abundance of necklaces of all different lengths, cascading down your neck like silver waterfalls. Ripped jeans he wasn’t quite sure were safe for the lab environment, but the skin of your thigh caught his attention. Something inside of him stirring. He fidgeted with his hands in front of his body.
“So… you were saying?” You spoke. Spencer’s eyes snapped back to your face. You looked up at him with big eyes, a small smile accompanying them. The music was turned down now giving him room to think. Though your eyes still made it difficult to really focus. “Oh, I am Doctor Reid, from the BAU.”  He answered after swallowing for a moment. “Ah! You are here for the clothing analysis, right? Penelope mentioned one of the team would come pick it up. Normally it's her or Derek, though I think Derek has complained about hearing loss.” You whirled around while rambling on, pony tail waving behind as you turned, bounding over to a table with scattered papers. Spencer followed close behind, not focussing on the words rather just the tone of your voice, a slight intrigue towards you. He didn’t even know your first name, yet somehow your mannerisms, your unconventional style, it made him want to know more. “Right.” He said, realizing he hadn’t technically answered your questions. 
Spencer looked over your shoulder as you picked up a stack of papers neatly stapled together. He thought he might be a bit too close as he could smell the subtle perfume wafting off of you. Though he also strangely enjoyed it. It was sweet but not overly so. A hint of cherry that was fitting in his eyes. The color of the fruit matching that of your lipstick. As you looked over the paper and began to talk again, “So, the substance that was on the clothes seems to be turpentine. Commonly used in oil painting. The vapors can already cause irritation to the eyes, skin, and airways if exposed to them for longer periods of time.” you rambled off the words as you read them. “There were some other things found on the clothes that coincide with the oil painting. Different pigments and paint residue.” You turned, eyes still on the paper nearly bumping into Spencer as he had been standing so close. When you looked up at him surprised he could feel a tightening in his chest. “Oops, sorry.” You apologized, a small smile on your lips.
You apologized to him while he was the one in your way. “Oh it was my fault. Shouldn’t have stood so close. Sorry.” He muttered. The words falling from his lips unceremoniously. He felt like half of his intelligence had up and left his brain as he talked to you. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides again. His left hand playing with the hem of his cardigan sleeve. He cursed himself internally for being reduced to a stumbling mess in front of you. You kept standing there though. Clearly you had turned around to go somewhere and Spencer had been in your way. Yet he was nailed in place and so, it seemed to him, were you. “Did you know they used to make oil paints with human remains?” You spoke excitedly. Like you had been waiting to tell someone, anyone, that little fact. He knew that. He knew that for a long time yet seeing you, tell him a fact with such delight, made him want to lie. “Now I do.” He answered, his smile matching yours.
“It was called mummy brown. They ground up mummies, both human and animal, and put it in the paint.” You continued. Your voice trailing off slightly after the word animal. You held up the stack of papers to him. “Everything you need is in there. If you need me to clarify something just give me a call. Or stop by whenever you want.” Spencer nods after your sentence. Taking the papers from you his hand touched yours ever so slightly. His brain short circuited for a moment before the neurons started firing accordingly again. “I eh- I don’t have your number.” he stumbled over the words.
As if you realized that in that moment you took a step aside and walked past him. Walking over to a desk and rummaging through a drawer. Spencer walked a bit closer to your desk. No longer being nailed in place by some unspeakable force. You pulled out a thin sharpie, and Spencer raised a brow ever so slightly at that. You walked back over, holding out your hand to grasp his. Spencer placed his hand in yours. His mouth felt incredibly dry for a moment. His tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth. His heartbeat raced faster. Nothing like he had ever really felt before. You could have done it on the papers, or maybe even a sticky note. Yet you decided that his hand would be the perfect place to write down your number. He thought about it for a moment, your hand was soft and warm. You twisted his hand, writing down your phone number along with your name. Once you finished you let go off his hand. Spencer looked at the black numbers, committing them to memory, and your name. God your name would be bouncing around his head for days. “Y/N.” He said, testing the name. It felt right.
“That’s me, you better put that in your phone. These markers are not nearly as permanent on skin. It’s the oils.” You went on, capping the marker as you spoke. “I will. Thank you.” Spencer said and smiled. He stayed standing in place for another moment. Trying to commit you to memory just in case his eidetic memory failed him. He realized he was staring a little and cleared his throat. “I eh… I have to go.” pointing his thumb to the door. You giggled a little, a sound that made Spencer’s cheek heat up a little. “Right, pretty boy, head on out. I need to get back to work too.” You smiled casually. Spencer’s face was only heating up more. He swallowed. The nickname the others used for him sounded so much better when it came from you. He turned around to hide his ever heating face from your sight, walking over to the door quickly. Once in the opening he quickly looked back, giving an awkward wave that you returned with a smile. 
When Spencer entered the bullpen his face had calmed down a little. Not feeling nearly as hot as before. He was able to think clearly again, but when he looked at your number and name on his hand he felt giddy inside. Reaching his desk he sat down, placing the analysis file on his desk. “That took you long enough, pretty boy.” Derek called out from his desk, humor in his voice. The nickname had no effect when he said it. “Sorry, the lab tech… she was explaining some things to me.” Spencer quickly lied. “Alright, can I get the file?” Derek had his hand already out. Spencer gave him the file and Derek’s brows raised at the number scribbled on his hand. “You got her number?” He smirked. Spencer pulled his hand back covering the numbers and your name with his other hand. “If something needed more clearing up.” He retorted. Derek merely chuckled at his awkwardness, “She’s friends with Garcia, you wouldn’t have needed her phone number.” He added with a smirk. Spencer felt his face heat up a little again, embarrassed. He knew that. He knew that he had known that. But in that moment he couldn’t think.
He looked back at his hand. Your name on his skin. A little flutter in his chest kicked up when he did. Derek cleared his throat, making Spencer look up again. Derek pointed at him with his pen, before opening his mouth. “You better call her soon.”
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bl0wbr41nz · 1 year
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Patrick Bateman x Goth! Reader HCs
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- if there was one thing about Patrick Bateman its that he was formal
- he was classy, stylish and proper
- so when he brought you along to the bar with his friends they were all take aback
- you were so different than Patrick
- thick, black eye makeup and dark lipstick
- black leather dress with huge platform boots
- in short, you were goth- the perfect depiction of goth
- if someone where to look up the definition of goth your picture would be next to it
- so to see you with Patrick Bateman was quite the shock
- and god forbid someone said something about you
- you had left the group to go to the restroom and in that time Patrick's friends tried to talk sense into him
- "Bateman what are you doing?" Price asked him
- "what are you talking about?"
- "what's with the goth?" McDermott butt in
- "The goth? My girlfriend?"
- "Come on Bateman, are you for real? Why would you go for...her?"
- "I mean don't get us wrong, she's hot, but all that shit on her face? Is her dress even designer?" Laughed Van Patten
- Patrick was fuming but did his best to keep his composure as he said, "Well I think me and my very beautiful girlfriend will be on our way."
- he met you at the bathroom and you left promptly
- Patrick couldn't necessarily explain why he liked you so much
- something about you was just so...alluring
- how you simply didn't care about what other people thought
- you had explained it to him once- the idea of existential nihilism
- "I am completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things, so why should I care how I dress? I like how I look, so what if it's not conventional? In terms of other people? Honeslty i dont give a fuck." You had told him
- Patrick was in shock. You were so free and undeniably yourself
- he envied you
- he admired you
- everything about you just made him fall for you even more than before
- he was used to women who wanted to dine at the finest restaurants and do designer drugs in the bathroom
- and while you appreciated the nice meals he'd buy for you, he felt more at ease with you
- he didn't have to live up to expectations with you
- when you surprised him with a picnic date in a cemetery, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him
- only you could think of something like that- you also opened him up to new music
- dates with him would definitely include listening to Bauhuas and The Cure together
- you love talking about music, true crime and other things together!
- he might gift you his victims
- he knows how much you like oddities like skulls and taxidermy so when he brought you real human bones "he found at some small shop" you were so excited!
- he means well?
- your friends might make fun of him to you when they first met him, but they love how happy he makes you
- he looks and feels very silly when you take him to a goth club
- he stands out like a sore thumb in his Valentino couture suit
- but he loves seeing you dance in the dark light of the club to Siouxsie Sioux's voice
- you look ethereal
- you look like a vampire about to seduce and kill him
- he was absolutely obsessed with you
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blckbrrybasket · 8 days
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The New Moon
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Rafe Cameron x Goth!Fem!Reader
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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is part one of i dont know how many, but i’m seeing where it takes me! there aren’t any physical descriptions this chapter except for the color of clothes and the reader wearing makeup.
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Rafe had known you since senior year high school. If he’d paid more attention he would have realized you’d worked at the country club long before he transferred to public school. The original plan was to have him attend one year outside of the academy in public school to teach him a lesson. Ward was tired of his antics, even if they hadn’t reached extreme points yet.
Rose, on the other hand, had whined and moaned against the decision. Imagine how it would look with Rafe being at public school, Ward couldn’t have cared less. He believed a punishment was needed and he made sure it was delivered. Rafe had reluctantly showed up to public school for a singular day, only to go home and beg his dad to not send him back. He promised to straighten and do whatever necessary. Anything was better than enduring a second day.
After long deliberation (and bribing), Ward had finally relented, warning Rafe to shape up or else he’d go back there. While Rafe hadn’t exactly fixed everything, he became adept at not getting caught. He’d learned from that one day of public school. Don’t draw unnecessary attention to yourself. To anyone else his reaction may have seemed overdramatic, and it was, but to Rafe public school was haunting.
He’d gone there expecting that people would recognize him and be intrigued, instead, he was another face in the crowd. The school was located towards the middle of the island, filled with all the students that couldn’t afford the academy. To them Rafe was a nobody. He had no power there. He especially had no power on how others judged him.
In the academy Rafe could freely snark at anyone he pleased. In public school, Rafe had been shoulder checked numerous times, snickered at from mouths behind hands, or completely disregarded. He despised it. He missed when people looked up to him, or were too scared to start something with him. Rafe had realized how isolating it felt when he entered the cafeteria to see groups of people already arranged at tables.
No one welcomed him. There was no fanfare. He was only met with suspicious glares. He deserved them no doubt, but suddenly being at the bottom of the social ladder was jarring. Rafe stood there to glare back at the room, as if it would help somebody invite him over, when someone abruptly slammed into his back.
“Fuck, sorry-“ A voice cursed behind him. Rafe turned around to spout out an insult when his eyes landed on you. Oh. was his first thought. There you stood decked out in all black attire. All the intricate layers and unique cuts fit together like you’d spent hours curating the perfect outfit. Even your makeup seemed expertly crafted to fit your vibe. Rafe could only imagine how long it took you to get dressed. He was accustomed to people spending long periods of time to get ready, but none of them looked like you.
Rafe wondered if anyone else dressed like you here. Was it more accepted in public school? Not that it mattered when you were right in front of him. He had never met a goth person, and had never realized how attractive he would think your style was. Usually his type were kook girls who liked him, but damn. “Are you just going to stare?” quickly snapped him out of his thoughts.
“What?” he responded cluelessly. You laughed—a genuine laugh! It wasn’t directed at him, but rather at the situation itself. Rafe watched as your hand covered your smile, already wanting to see it again. As you shook your head his blue eyes locked on yours. “Look, don't bother with the cafeteria, it's a shit show. Anyone who’s not boring sits in the courtyard.” He nodded slowly, “And are you one of those people?”
Rafe had expected bite in your response to his prompt but you merely shrugged. “Hmm, maybe.” He grinned dumbly as you walked away to join the line for lunch. “Will you be out there?” Rafe called out to your back. “You’ll see, Rafe Cameron.” He paused when he was met with his full name. You knew him and yet he didn’t know you. Rafe had wanted all day for someone to know who he was, but now he was silently cursing his family. He could only hope you didn’t know some of the shit he’s pulled.
Pushing away the thoughts, his feet hurried out to the courtyard to find a seat under a tree. Rafe waited and waited to see your figure step out of the doors. But as the bell rang you still hadn’t shown up. He really hadn’t wanted to dwell on the fact that the one positive thing about the day had slipped through his fingers.
As burdens continued to piled up onto his lap his day spiraled downhill. The teachers were just as relentless as the students, dumping an overwhelming chunk of makeup work on him. If the front doors weren’t locked Rafe may have made a desperate run for it. He had never realized the stress of public school, finding himself mentally praying for time to swiftly pass by. As the end of the day rolled around he sprinted to his car, which was boxed in by cars on either side, and sped home.
After the scare and being able to go back to private school things started to settle. After a few days, and a few dreams featuring you as the star of them, he went to the country club to golf on the weekend. Rafe needed the break and the opportunity to rant about public school to Topper and Kelce. It was senior year for fucks sake, why should he had to even go there in the first place!
The rounds flew by on the course, leaving him thirsty. Rafe unsuspectingly made his way towards the bar only to stop short at sight of the person serving an older man. Fuck, it was you. And what else could Rafe do except turn the other way and speed off, not catching your intrigued gaze.
You giggled under your breath seeing Rafe shove his hands in his pockets and dash the other way. Did you intimidate him that much? You truly couldn’t remember anything bad happening between the two of you. What a strange guy. The man you served, Bob, caught your eye, following your view to see what you were looking at. “Oh, that Cameron boy?”
You hummed and looked at the man. “Yeah…is he always like that?” “Weird and shifty?” Well, you wouldn’t have described him like that, “Sure.” Bob swirled his glass before sipping from it for dramatic effect making you suppress an eye roll. “Yeah mostly. Make sure to stay away from that boy. He isn’t known for kindness.” Huh. That was certainly not how he had acted towards you. If anything he seemed dumb in a sweet way.
Your eyes found their way back to where he was making an excuse of why he hadn’t gotten a drink to Topper and Kelce. Interesting.
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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months
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ₘy Fₐᵥₒᵣᵢₜₑ Cₒₗₒᵣ ᵢₛ ₚᵢₙₖ
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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A/N: I'm a goth with a pink room, hehe
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That was day you weren't called in for work, you still choose to dress up in your spider suit incase Miguel decided to call you in. You were laying on your bed, watching the TV, you had played 'Only Lovers Left Alive' again. You forgot how many times you watched the movie, you were basically in love with it. Then all of a sudden a portal open, did they need you after all? You sat up from the bed, reaching over to get your platforms, but it was Hobie who came though the portal.
"Hey Love" Hobie said, then the portal behind him closed. "Hey Hobie" you said, the your boyfriend stopped to look around your room. He couldn't help but notice how most of your things in and décor were pink. From your pink bedding, pink coffin shelf in which you had your dolls in, the pink fake flowers around your mirror and other stuff.
"Nice place you got" your boyfriend said, taking a seat on your bed next to you. "You think?" you asked, going back to lay down on your bed. "Yeah, I didn't think you were to type to like the color pink" he said, laying down next to you, getting a better view of your room. "Where did you find this stuff" he asked, while looking around some more.
"Some I brought at the thrift store, others I had and just customized them. You'd be surprised by the amount of stuff you can find at a Good Will or any thrift store, or sometimes you can find them on the side of the street." You said, looking at Hobie who was still looking around. "It's nice, pink and black look good together." he commented, while getting comfortable on bed. You nodded.
You and Hobie were now laying on the bed together, watching the movie that was playing on the Disney princess tv. "Now I'll have to get a look at your room" you said. "Meh, It's not as cool as yours, plus I have to clean up a bit" he admitted, while looking at the small tv. "I can help you clean up, I like to organize and clean when I'm bored" you said to him, getting closer to him. Hobie then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
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Taglist: @sorryi-mtrash, @call-me-nev,
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Hii I asked for the Nikolai x trad goth!ftm!reader could you pls make them headcanons tyy
a/n: yah sure! Sorry I didn’t see your requests, I do have a whole other account and tons of requests to do so sometimes things take a bit 😔
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Nikolai:
-he always LOVES doing your makeup and hair with you, especially the eyeliner and hairspray
-the only complaint he’s ever had about your fashion is the sheer amount of clothes in your shared closet that are yours (and the fact you steal his band shirts)
-hair gel is a house item neither of you can go without if your doing up your hair or if he simply plans to go anywhere
-shows you off to ALL of his friends when they complain about their kids being emo or dressing weird
-very proud of you being his goth boyfriend <3
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