#sp henrietta biggle x reader

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can I get a reader who’s childhood friends with the goths and has feelings for them all those years but is afraid to confess their love because they’re afraid they won’t return their feelings because they’re not goth enough. Eventually the reader does confess on accident

Hi friend!

So, true to my nature as a writer, I forgot it was supposed to be childhood friends with all of them. I started strong on Henri, but had to kind of edit Pete and Michael’s bits just a tad.

I’m rusty getting back into this, so I implore you, please let me know how I can fix this if you aren’t satisfied!

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Henrietta:

- You had first met Henrietta when you were in elementary school together

- Despite her being mean on your first initial meetings, you couldn’t seem to just leave her alone

- She was so interesting and so different than you, it made you want to be friends with her

- Even though she didn’t return the feeling, Henrietta eventually let you tag along with her and her crowd, even though you dressed “like a conformist”

- Growing up together, you couldn’t help when your platonic feelings took a left turn and you began a small crush on Henri

- Yet, she was so much different than you, still acting as Goth as she did the first day you met her

- After graduation, when she moved off to Los Angeles, and offered you an invite to come stay with her

- Pushing back your feelings, you agreed, packing a couple of bags and flying out to move in with her

- It was a quiet night for the both of you when one thing led to another, and you finally shared your feelings for her

- Prefacing your speech with the iconic “I know you might not feel the same way,” you spilled how long you had liked her and why you were so scared to do so

- She was so drab and dreary, taking pride in the way she acted and not caring about other peoples’ opinions

- You were… the complete opposite, and after you had finished babbling, you didn’t actually feel better about putting your emotions out there

- To your surprise, Henrietta just laughed at you, catching you off guard with the sound

- Apparently, she harbored the same attraction for you, but never acted on it because she had the same reasons

- After the confession, and the awkward “So… Do you wanna be my girlfriend now 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”, you finally felt the years of terror and anxiety leave your body as she snuggled into your side, carrying about the evening as usual

Pete:

- You had actually liked Pete for as long as you could remember, seeing as he was one of the only Goth kids who wasn’t a complete asshole to you upon meeting

- You had known him since childhood, but the crush you had developed on him was tearing you apart, feeling as if you had harbored the love for centuries

- You were complaining about it to your sibling, how you felt about him, but didn’t feel like you were Goth enough for him, and overall just spilling your feelings as a way of therapy

- Uh oh

- You had accidentally confessed your feelings to Pete, not realizing you hadn’t switched back to you and your sibling’s chat after he had texted you asking to hang out

- Before you could delete the message, of course Pete went and opened it, and you died a little inside when you saw him start to text back

- His text bubbles stopped abruptly, and you were left on read, your heart shattering over your stupid mistake

- Turning your phone off, you tossed it to the side, turning your face into your pillow and screaming out the bubbling negativity in your body

- And just as you finished, you jumped when you heard three sharp knocks at your bedroom door

- Figuring it was your mom or dad telling you to quieten down, you pulled yourself from your bed, trudging to the door

- What you didn’t expect was Pete standing before you, slightly out of breath and looking at you with a strange look in his eye

- “Did you mean that?”

- After hesitantly confirming that yes, you did feel that way, Pete seemed to relax, pushing past you into your bedroom to take a seat at your desk

- Turns out, Pete has liked you forever. He just didn’t expect you to return the feelings because of his… Everything

- After talking about it some more, you both decided to see where it would go, and ended up happily together

Michael:

- What it was that drew you to Michael is a complete mystery to you and everyone around you who knew about your crush

- You had never spoken to him before, even though you had known of him since elementary school, and more often than not, you kept your head down when walking past him in the hallways

- You definitely admired him from afar, annoying your friends with your pity party over not being Goth, or else you’d try to make a move on him

- One day, having woken up late for school, you decided that it was a good day to skip, and that’s exactly what you needed

- It would give you a break from seeing your crush, and also let you sleep in and finish your homework that you fell asleep in the middle of last night

- But first, a cup of coffee sounded glorious

- You grabbed your keys and threw on your coat, descending the stairs to your home and waving at your older brother as you left

- The drive to SharSnucks was short, and you parked and went inside quickly, falling in line with the other patrons of the shop

- “I didn’t peg you as the type to skip a class”

- Turning your head, your stomach felt like it was filled with lead as you saw Michael, smirking down at you while awaiting your answer

- Shyly, you just shrugged, putting a smile on your face, giving some random excuse as to why you weren’t in school

- Finally, it was your turn to order, and you got your usual combo of a medium vanilla latte and a banana nut muffin

- Before you could pass your cash to the woman behind the register, Michael pushed you to the side, causing you to look at him in confusion

- “Add a large black coffee to that,” Michael said, pushing your hand away from the cashier as he handed him his card to pay for your, and his, orders

- Upon asking why he had decided to buy your stuff, he shrugged, pointing out he knew about you staring and gawking at him, causing him to chuckle as your face turned bright red

[pineappleciders]

helloooo!! was wondering if you could do headcanons on what it would be like to be friends with the goths from south park. :) if you could that would be awesome thanksss! 💗☺️

BEING IN THEIR FRIEND GROUP; THE GOTH KIDS

INCLUDES: pete thelman, michael, henrietta biggle, and firkle smith

they probably just saw you as another asshole conformist at first and just ignored you

as you start to get closer and bond with all of them more it's a bit confusing,,, you dress like a normie and look like one so why are you hanging out with them???

henrietta tells you that you have to dress goth if you wanna hang around them. she doesn't want to be seen with a conformist 🙄🙄

you hang out at henrietta's and she gives u a goth makeover while listening to goth music. she's converting you

when you show up at the bus stop the next day looking like edgar allen poe they just kinda check u out for a moment before giving an approving nod

despite your makeover, you still haven't really gotten into the whole death & despair thing and pete reminds u all the time to stop being such a 'goody-two-shoes', as he calls it.

"can i get an orange juice?"

"no, asshole, you have to get black coffee! god, do you know anything about goth culture??"

i can see u being firkle's babysitter and he like. threatens you to not tell ANY of the goth kids about it unless u want to die. ez blackmail

lots of nights where u all just sit on a hill and look out over stark's pond and smoke... if u won't smoke firkle and pete call you a pussy

when you hang out with any of the popular kids they get like. borderline upset and sigh and flip their hair and shit

"ugh, you're still hanging out with those guys? y'know, goths don't hang around popular greasy jocks. goths stick to their own. you wouldn't know."

they r jealous u have other friends but they're taking that to the grave

always dragging you into shit, especially if you're preppy or a straight-A student.

"i can't skip class! i have no absences, i can't stop now!"

"jesus fucking christ.."

they r kinda mean sometimes but it's tough love!!! the only one i could see really admitting he cares for u as a friend is pete, and that would be when you two are alone. if you told anyone he'd never talk to u again

u like to annoy michael as he's walking around or to class. like just follow him chatting about literally anything or poke him and watch him over his shoulder and he's going NUTS. it's so fun though

you, henrietta, and firkle dye your hair together in your teen years, like your favorite colors . michael thinks it's stupid and pete calls it gay (but secretly wants to too)

they'll never say it but it honestly makes them all really happy if they turn on gothic music and you start bobbing your head or say you like it. you might catch one of them smiling at you while you rock out but it quickly disappears

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◇ (Platonic) Goth kids x reader - New friends ◇

Aka; Henrietta introduces you to her other friends, the goths

- You and Henrietta always got along

- Mostly due to the fact you live right nextdoor and you were the only kid she could play with when you were both little

- She continued being friends with you as you aged, and one day she decided to introduce you to her friend group

- Now, this could go 2 ways, depending if you're also goth or not

- If you are, great, they won't care that much and let you hang out with them

- If you aren't, they'll be skeptical, but thanks to Henrietta, they'll give you a chance

- As you got to know them, you realized they were surprisingly not that mean

- If you ever feel like skipping classes, you go and smoke with them behind the school

- Your hangouts always happen at Henrietta's house

- You usually write and read poems for each other, and you learn quite a lot about writing dark poems

- Your parents don't know you hang out with them, you never mention it to anyone

- Michael is the first one in the group to warm up to you

- Pete gives you tips on your hair and accesories to make you look better, or 'more goth'

- The other kids in school rip on you at times, but you saw that coming when you started hanging out with them

- Still, you don't care that much. At the end of the day, they're your friends!

A/N: I love the goth kids, so. Goth kids content. (Also ignore that Firkle isn't mentioned here I didn't know what to do with him-)

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[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Goths taking care of s/o when they’re sick

Henrietta:

- MAMA HEN ALERT

- I REPEAT, MAMA HEN ALERT

- She’s all over you, fussing at you whenever you try to do something yourself

- She literally babysits you and makes sure that you have absolutely everything you need

- Medicine? Check

- Water? Check

- That one really good soup you love from the restaurant all the way across town? You bet she’s getting in the car and making the trek to get you that soup

- She loves you and she’ll do anything for you

- Please just let her baby you, it’s in her blood to make sure that you feel good at all times

You were laying face down in your bed, stripped down to a tank top and a pair of shorts to escape the heat from your fever. The covers of your bed covered one half of your body, trying to keep a happy medium between being hot and cold. Henrietta sat in a chair by your bed side, one hand rubbing circles on the exposed skin of your back and the other scrolling through a remedies list on her phone. She had not left your side since you started sniffling last night. When you woke up this morning hacking up your lungs, she jumped out of bed and got you every kind of medicine you might need to get you through the day.

You picked your head up, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, throat burning like fire and only being able to semi breathe through one nostril. Turning to look at her, your laid your head back down, your eyes studying her as she intently scrolled on her phone. You smiled at her. The medicine she had given you just a little bit ago had made you loopy, and all you wanted to do was sit there and stare at her.

“Henri, I love you.” you squeaked, voice sore from your multiple coughing fits. She looked to you, giving you a soft smile. “I love you, too.” she responded, looking back to her phone. “No, I really do love you. You’re seeing me at my worst.” you added, closing your eyes as exhaustion started to set into your body. She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Trust me, this isn’t your worst. I was there on your 21st birthday.” she responded, setting her phone down and turning to look at you. You cringed as you remembered how drunk you got that night, barely able to make it inside your home before you tossed your cookies.

Her hand moved from your back, causing you to whine at the loss of her touch. She stood from her chair, making her way to the side of the bed that wasn’t occupied. Henrietta pulled the covers back, sliding into the bed beside you. You waited until she made herself comfortable before you turned on your side and slid closer to her, lazily wrapping an arm around her. She ran her fingers through your hair, smoothing the strands that stuck to your forehead. Your eyes closed, and soon, you were knocked out, holding onto your girlfriend like your life depended on it.

Michael:

- Michael is another baby-er

- If he was on tour, he’d send his parents over to go check on you and make sure you were doing okay

- If he was in the studio, he was immediately driving to you to personally take care of you

- He cuts himself off from the social world just to stay home unbothered, turning his full attention on you

- He’s the kinda guy who, if you ask him for something, instead of stopping for a second and thinking, he’s already on his way to the store

- On foot

- He forgets he has a car if you ask him for something, instead he’s right out the door walking to the closest store

- And don’t be surprised if he comes back with a lot more shit than you needed. He just picks up anything that makes him think of you

Michael’s keyring jingled as he fumbled through them, looking for the house key. He had just got back from the store, stocking up on anything you might have needed to help you get over your temporary illness. Finally finding the key, he jammed it into the lock and opened the door, stepping in and locking the door behind him. He quickly shrugged his jacket off, not bothering to hang it on the coat rack, instead letting it fall to the floor. The only thing on his mind was putting up your ice cream and making his way back to the couch to sit with you.

Michael quietly stepped past you, snickering to himself as he say you laying stiff as a board with a cold washcloth on your head and a sleeping mask to block out the lights. Making his way to the kitchen, he put up anything that needed to put up, grabbing a glass of water and a bag that had a different assortment of medicines. He didn’t know exactly what to get, so he opted to just get everything that he thought would help.

Stepping back into the living room, Michael made his way over to the couch you were laying on. He took notice that you had begun to breathe through your mouth, your nose having gotten stuffier while he was gone. The tall man sat on the edge of the coffee table and placed his hand on your arm, gently rubbing it to show he was there. “Hey, (Y/n). I know you’re sick, but you need to sit up for a second.” he whispered, not wanting to be too loud. You groaned in response, being cut short as another coughing fit racked through your body.

Michael winced as your body finally relaxed, assisting you in sitting up just long enough for you to take the medicine. It was painful to swallow, and you took a minute to recoil from the burn. Tears welped up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. Your boyfriend frowned, reaching his hand out to cup your face. Leaning into his touch, you relished in the fact that his cool hands helped to ease the burning of your cheeks. All too soon, Michael removed his hand and moved to the couch, pulling you to lay against him. He ran his fingers through his hair, humming some random songs until you managed to finally go back to sleep. Kissing the top of your head, he decided to take a nap himself, holding one arm around you.

Pete:

- Remember how I said he doesn’t like when you take care of him when he’s sick?

- Well forget that if you’re sick

- He’s over as soon as you wake up and tell him that you don’t feel good, carrying a few different containers of soup.

- And yes, he had been up almost all morning making those for you

- He will cuddle with you no matter what kind of sick you have

- My mans just loves you a lot, and while he doesn’t want you getting sick from him, he’ll gladly get himself sick trying to take care of you

- Really, you both end up sleeping all day

- He found out the hard way that when you’re sick, you’re clingy, and you’re not letting him go

Pete had just finished warming up some of his uncle’s homemade chicken noodle soup for you in your kitchen. He poured it into a bowl he pulled from your cabinet, grabbing the exact spoon that you prefer using (the little spoons are 🤌🏻🤌🏻), and made his way into your bedroom. Thankfully, you were just dealing with a nasty cold and not the flu, your only major symptoms being a sore throat, sneezing and a cough.

Opening your door, he stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He looked at you sitting up on your bed, picking at your nails as you put your full attention onto some random show that was on the tv. You had definitely gotten over the worst of it, but you still felt bad. Thankfully, Pete’s been there since you came down with the sickness (Oo ah ah ah ah), and he’s been nonstop caring for you. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you probably wouldn’t have been taking your medicine as steadily as he made you.

Walking to the bedside, you finally noticed he had come in, turning your head and smiling at him. Scootching over to give him room, you grabbed the soup from him, allowing him to get into bed beside you before tucking in. You had practically begged him to get his uncle to make his famous soup recipe, and his uncle happily agreed when he heard that that you were feeling sick.

“Dude, if I could marry soup, I’d marry this soup right now.” you mused, happily enjoying the meal. He smiled, amused at your words. “It would go bad in a few days, I think it’s fruitless to marry soup.” he quipped back, looking at you. You sighed, pretending to cry about what he said. The medicine you’ve been taking has made you a little loopy, it didn’t take a fool to see that. “My soup husband. My soupsband.” you mourned over the loss of your pretend marriage. “Gone but never forgotten.” Pete added, causing you to cackle, only for a cough to rack through your frame. Your boyfriend rubbed your back, his heart breaking at the groan of pain you emitted after you settled.

“The only soupsband you’ll ever have is me.” he said nonchalantly, taking your empty bowl and setting it on your nightstand. “Yeah, probably. Oh well. As long as you make me soup and baby me when I’m sick.” you said, leaning on your boyfriend. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean against him as you both laid back. The rest of the day was filled with soup, tv, and the comfort of each other.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Hiii I hope that you're doing good and drank enough water today <33

Can I request headcanons for Michael, Henrietta and Pete with a s/o who is a nanny and often somehow ends up with two or three babies at their house?

If not it's fine of course!

Have a great day <33

Ah, yes. You most absolutely can request that

I hope this is what you were looking for! I’ve gotten a little rusty, so please feel free to let me know if I’m way off course here 😅

Warnings: There are none

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Henrietta:

- Oof

- Oofies

- Henrietta does not like kids, so when she showed up to your house and watched you wrangle 3 toddlers by yourself, she had half a mind to just turn around and come back later

- Alas, as soon as you took note of her standing there, you greeting her so sweetly, she just couldn’t leave you there to deal with all of that by yourself

- So despite Henrietta’s distaste for kids, she’d lend a hand, doing the absolute bare minimum with the most dramatic scowl on her face

- You couldn’t help but laugh and kiss her cheek every so often, teasing her about the future of your relationship and the change of mind she might have

- Until one of the kids tipped their full cup of juice onto her dress…

- Yeah, maybe not

- Henrietta does know what she’s doing, though, and won’t actively let the kids cause harm to themselves or each other by distracting them with some music

- If she ever finds the picture you’ve taken of her with the kids sitting quietly beside her while listening to the songs, she’d have your head on a stake in her front yard

- And after they’ve all been sent home, you’d have to turn right around and babysit your poor girlfriend’s psyche because it has been RUINED by the kids

- Would you ever get to relax? 🙄

Pete:

- Welp

- When you needed help, Pete didn’t think twice about rushing over without even asking what it is you’d need help with

- Upon seeing the set of kids all tugging at your shirt and crying for your attention, he’d act without thinking, immediately drawing their hands away

- Of course, they’d just turn their attention to Pete, but it gave you the few minutes of peace you needed in order to make them some snacks and refill their drinks

- While you werenin the kitchen, your boyfriend had no problem occupying the children with some toys that had been brought for them to play with

- Bringing in the snacks, you’d give Pete a peck on the cheek as a thank you

- And when the children were all settled, snacking away happily, Pete would tease you for running a mini zoo as a part time job

- Nap time was so easy for you

- For Pete, not so much, because as soon as you both sat on the couch, he was flooded by toddlers using him as a bed

- The experience would definitely make him think of you as a parent, and he didn’t seem so worried about your future kids anymore

- When the kids got picked up, that’s when it became nap time for you and Pete

- After the day you two have had, Pete would like to revel in the childlessness for a little bit longer, soaking up the quiet

Michael:

- Oh, you are just in for a treat

- Michael actually really likes kids, so much so that he comes ready with games and activities for the tots

- Seeing as you had to babysit for your neighbor, you accepted his invite to help out readily, glad to have someone on your side

- You might as well go on ahead and sit down because he’s got it

- Even when you think he’s going to tip over because all the kids wanted to climb him like a tree, he’s got it

- Lunch time is super easy because Michael’s probably ordered a pizza for the kids, so the only thing you need to worry about is feeding them

- If he has his guitar, yes, he is playing it for the kids (you had no idea that he knew to play Baa Baa Black Sheep, but it was kinda cute)

- Nap time for the kiddos is right around the corner, and seeing them curled around your boyfriend on the floor made your heart swell

- While they napped, you and Michael would relax and watch over them, making sure nothing happened

- This is when he’d lament that he couldn’t wait to have kids with you, seeing just how great you were with babysitting

- When the kids left, you’d tidy up the small messes they’ve made that day

- And Michael would help willingly, hoping that you knew he was serious about your earlier conversation

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can I get the goth kids with a s/o who used to have an ex who didn’t appreciate them and cheated on them?

Yes yes ofc. I hope you enjoy! Sorry about the wait, my hiatus went longer than expected!

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Goths with an S/O who got cheated on and wasn’t appreciated

Warnings: None

Henrietta:

Henrietta’s quite upset about the fact you weren’t treasured as you should have been. She takes all those years of you being neglected and pushed to the side and does her best to make sure she makes up for them tenfold. She’ll spoil you rotten, all while praising you sweetly and showering you with affection. This is hard to come by for Henrietta, so just know that she really adores you if she’s willing to dedicate herself to you.

Pete:

Pete, quite frankly, doesn’t really know what to do in this situation. He was awkward as a kid and teen, so he never had a relationship and doesn’t understand how to console you. His comfort is a little strange, because he’s just so inexperienced, but he really does try. Verbally makes sure to tell you how much you mean to him and how great it is to have you in his life.

Michael:

Oh, he’s mad. Michael can’t imagine anyone taking such poor care of you, it pisses him off that you were underappreciated. He makes up for this by showing his appreciation rather than voicing it. Hugs, kisses, gifts that he leaves to surprise you, he’s doing the whole shebang. You’re waking up to multiple text walls of good mornings and love proclomations. Big, scary man turns into a whipped lap dog for you.

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[spgothkidsheadcanons]

You said you needed more nsfw for the other two so can we get Henrietta eating her girlfriend out? (I genuinely look forward to you posting it makes my day better everytime💕)

UGH HENRIETTAAAAAA MY LOVEE MY LIGHT MY STARS MY MOON

I don’t know how I feel about this, I kept writing, erasing and rewriting. I might redo it someday in the future!

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The wood desk creaked under your weight as you perched upon it, your knees spreading to reveal your clothed sex to the woman infront of you. Henrietta’s hands rubbed the skin on your thighs, her black stiletto nails sending a gentle tickling sensation over your flesh. “You’re so pretty up there,” your girlfriend cooed, pressing gentle kisses against the inside of your legs. Purple lipstick trails littered your skin, as if Henrietta was making a map on your body. A blush ran over your face at her words, and you mumbled under your breath, eliciting a low laugh from the woman.

Fingers danced over the lace of your underwear, dipping under the fabric just to be drawn away immediately, your core aching for her to finally just touch the bare skin beneath your panties. “Henrietta, please,” you panted, her fingers so close yet so far from your aching center. “Please what?” she purred against your skin, her lips inching ever so closely to your middle. “Please, touch me. I need you to make me feel good,” you whined, sounding pathetic.

Henrietta smirked, sitting back from you. “Okay, my love. Anything for you~” she replied in a sweet tone, her fingers hooking under the waistband of your undies. You raised your hips as she pulled them down over your thighs and to your knees, leaning back on your elbows as you anxiously watched the woman take in the sight of you. Her lip tucked between her teeth as her thumb brushed over your pussy lips, your body shivering as she pressed a little harder against your clit. Henrietta helped you maneuver your legs over her shoulders before she leaned forward, finally giving you what you wanted for the last 20 minutes.

Intaking a sharp breath of air, you let out an almost embarrassingly long moan as her tongue made contact with your slit. Her eyes flicked up to yours, her mouth never leaving your sex as her tongue delved into you. Henrietta hummed at your taste, trying to drive her tongue deeper into you as she savored your flavor. Your hips rocked against her tongue, a content sigh leaving your mouth. Withdrawing her tongue, her eyes never left yours as she pressed her muscle flat against your clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves.

Eyes squeezing shut, your hand flew down between your legs, your fingers grasping a handful of her choppy, raven locks. Rocking your hips against her once again, you pulled her closer to your core, mewls escaping your mouth each time you rubbed your clit over her tongue. “Fuck, Hen, I’m sorry, ngh… I really need this,” you managed to pant out, head thrown back as you continued grinding on her face. The only answer you received was a soft squeeze of your bottom, and Henrietta’s eyes fluttering shut as you began to chase your own orgasm.

The knot in your stomach was becoming tight, your mind focused on the feeling of your girlfriend’s tongue on your pussy. Henrietta’s nails dug into your skin as she became lost in her motions, her brain going on autopilot just so she could hear the beautiful sounds that she was ripping from your throat. Finally, after one particularly hard grind against her tongue, your thighs snapped shut around her head as you came, crying out her name. Henrietta kept attacking your overly sensitive nub, until finally you had to yank her head back from you so you could catch your breath.

The woman pouted up at you from between your legs, her hands rubbing over the nail marks that had appeared. Breathlessly giggling, you sat up, leaning down to cup her face and press a lingering kiss to her lips. “Come to bed,” you murmured against her mouth, your hands sliding from her face to her breast, giving the mounds a gentle squeeze as you pulled back to stare into her eyes, “Let me return the favor.”

Henrietta smirked, slowly rising to her feet. Sliding from the desk, you pulled your underwear back up, casting a playful glare to the woman as she smacked your ass. All she did was nod towards the stairs, and you both ran up to your shared bedroom, giggling at the events that were about to take place.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

PLS MORE LESBIAN HENRIETTA I LOVE HER

I LOVE HENRIETTA AND I WILL GIVE MY LIFE FOR HER TO BE REAL AND IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS MOMENT

She’s just so feisty but it’s so endearing 😩

I hope you enjoy!

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The sun shined brightly through the dark curtains, casting beams of light across the silent room. The only sound emanating from the room were the soft snores of the two figures fast asleep in the bed. Two figures that came together as one, their arms and legs curled around each other, bodies almost impossibly close as they slumbered away, seemingly unaware of the world outside of their dreams. The room was warm, comfortable and it seemed like time stood still in that very moment.

A shrill alarm cut through the silence, and it was quickly turned off by a hand that popped out from under the covers. The extremity was quick to snatch itsself back under the covers, but the body it came from didn’t make an effort to sit up from the mattress. Instead, she tucked herself further into the chest of the other figure, indulging themselves in the peaceful morning cuddles they were in. She took in the scent of the woman that was in their arms, a lazy smile crossing her face as she pulled back slowly, careful not to wake the woman beside her.

Moving the covers back, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and throwing your arms up to stretch your back. Releasing a yawn, you looked down to your side to see Henrietta, whose closed eyes were covered by a purple satin sleep mask. With gentle fingers, you brushed a few strands of her raven locks from her face, smiling down at your sleeping beauty. Removing the covers from your lower body, you gently rotated your body, setting your feet on the floor and standing from the mattress. Grabbing your night robe that was hung on your side of the headboard, you threw it on and quickly tied the string around your waist. Leaning over the mattress to press a soft kiss to Henrietta’s forehead, you silently giggled as she tucked the comforter closer around her.

Making your way around the room, you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. A shiver rolled through your body, goosebumps raising over your skin as the cool air hit your frame. You stifled another yawn and you began your trek to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and start on breakfast. When you arrived to your destination, you started the coffee and then bumbled around, grabbing the ingredients to begin making pancakes. Turning to the bluetooth speaker that was resting on the counter of the kitchen, you opened your playlist of 80’s music that you curated with Henrietta and set the volume low enough to not disturb her.

Humming to a random Queen song that was playing, you began stirring together the ingredients for your breakfast, hips and shoulders bouncing periodically to the tune of the song playing. Moving to the pan you had placed on the stove, you began pouring in some of the batter, making a few different piles of pancakes before setting the bowl down. The song ended and changed to Cyndi Lauper, and you could help but begin singing to the tune, throwing a mini dance party in the kitchen as the pancakes began to turn a golden brown. Grabbing your spatula, you flipped the cakes over, smiling as you managed to not mess one up like you normally did. Just as you set the spatula down, you felt a pair of arms come from behind you, wrapping around your stomach and squeezing you gently.

You knew Henrietta had finally woken up without even having to look at her, and you shimmied yourself around until you were facing your love. Her sleep mask was pulled up, brushing her bangs out of her face. She had on her satin robe, the fabric slipping off one of her shoulders and exposing the strap of her night gown. Her hair was a messed, standing wild with stray wisps surrounding her head like some kind of wicked halo. You smiled warmly, cupping her face and pressing your soft kisses all over her skin. Henrietta let the assault happen, a laugh beginning to spill from her lips.

“Good morning, darling.” you whispered, pressing one last, chaste kiss against her lips. Your girlfriend hummed, grabbing 2 coffee mugs and making a beeline to the freshly brewed pot of coffee. You turned back to the stove, worried that you were burning your breakfast, sighing in relief when you saw that they had just finished cooking. Sliding them from the pan to a serving plate, you turned the stove off, placing the rest of the batter into the fridge and grabbing two plates and forks before making your way to the dining room table with the fluffy cakes. Setting the table, you filled your’s and Henrietta’s plates, setting them down beside each other. The ravenette appeared from the kitchen holding the 2 coffees in one hand, and a bottle of maple syrup in the other.

Sitting beside you, she placed the items in her hands down, moving your coffee cup to your area before wasting no time in digging in, a noise of satisfaction coming from her throat as she indulged herself in your food. You giggled, pressing a kiss to her temple before tucking into your own plate, wolfing down the hotcakes happily. Finishing rather quickly, the two of you reached for your coffees, enjoying the first sip of the liquid gold maybe a little too much. Taking a moment to let everything settle, you scooted your seat back, collecting all of the used dishes and making your way back to the kitchen. Henrietta followed like a lost puppy, much snugglier in the morning than she was when she was fully awake.

Setting the plates in the sink, you heard “Maneater” from Hall and Oates begin to play on the radio, a smile splitting your face as you turned to look at Henrietta. She shot you a playfully annoyed look, shaking her head. Grabbing her hand, you pulled her into the middle of the kitchen, wrapping your free arm around her waist, placing your hand on the small of her back before you began to sway gently with her to the music. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, and she followed suit. This was the song that played on your first date with her. You deemed it your song, and even though she pretended to hate it, you’d walk into her office and hear her humming the chorus, a groan rising from her throat at the aggravation of the song being stuck in her head.

Back to the present, you rested your forehead against her’s, mumbling the lyrics while looking into Henrietta’s, pressing soft kisses to her lips with every instrumental break and just reveling in the tender moment that you were sharing with her. She returned your affections, reciprocating your kisses with tenderness, nuzzling her nose against yours. As the sun rose higher and the song began to end, you stayed like this in the kitchen, thankful to whomever made it possible you were sharing your morning dance party with the woman in your arms.

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Henrietta with a Fem s/o, just, general dating Headcanons, sfw and maybe nsfw it's up to you

🖤

YESSS HENRIETTA ASK HENRIETTA ASK HENRIETTA ASK HENRIETTA ASK

i worship Henrietta 🥹 She’s just so lovely

Warnings: NSFW

MINORS DNI

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Sfw:

- Henrietta is such an attentive sweetheart

- She won’t devote her whole entire day to you, but if you want something but don’t have the energy to do it, she’ll get it for you

- But she expects the same kind of respect from you, so when she isn’t feeling up to doing anything, you better pamper that sweet baby

- She’s up way early in the morning and way late at night, so she’s gonna need to be convinced to take a nap here or there

- And she’ll only nap with you, so whenever you force her to take a nap, you better clear your schedule cause she wants to nap with you

- Of course, she’s not going to want to be around you 24/7

- She loves having her own personal space, so don’t be surprised if she just randomly gets up after a cuddle session and locks herself in her office

- Her batteries just need to be recharged, and then she’ll be okay to hang out with you

- She loves when you brush her hair or do her makeup

- Although she doesn’t just sit back and let you do it, she’s gonna grab the brush from you a couple of times to show you how to do something the “correct” way

- Henrietta is an amazing girlfriend

Nsfw:

- She never fully undresses when you two are having your bedroom activities

- She prefers to wear some kind of Baby doll lingerie, her favorite being a maroon fabric with black lace trim

- Henrietta is a switch, with dom tendencies

- Has many toys, but the ones she loves using on you would have to be a butterfly vibrator and a strap-on

- Loves eating you out, could spend hours between your legs

- She’ll never say it, but she does expect you to return the favor after you’ve rested up from a session

- Treat her like a pillow princess and she’d put a ring on your finger the next morning

- Likes to be slapped, whether it be her facial cheeks or her bottom cheeks 😏

- Henri’s rough in bed and that’s how she likes it

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More Facts About the Goths!

Henrietta:

- Her favorite season is actually Spring!

- She’s in tune with nature, and seeing all the leaves on the trees grow back and the animals that become more plentiful just makes her so incredibly happy

- She doesn’t like animals of her own, but if her S/O says something about wanting a pet, she’s got a bad habit of giving in and getting a pet to make S/O happy

- Speaking of her S/O, Henrietta is a very devoted and loyal person

- When she loves, she loves hard, and she hates to be taken advantage of or have her heart broken

- When she’s sketching up designs for clothes and gets bored, she begs her S/O to let her draw on them

- It’s soothing to Henri and opens up bonding time with her lover

- She hates to be called anything other than Henrietta, but her S/O has all permission to call her Henri, Etta, Baby Girl, Darling

- She’s a big fan of her S/O

- Probably that girlfriend who gets a t-shirt with S/O’s face in it

- And gets S/O one with her face on it

- She enjoys walks. Down the road, up and down the beach (only at night), hell, even the walk to her car

- Owns a 2 bedroom apartment

- Drives a purple Lexus 450h she named Bettie

- Likes to write and will spend all day writing in her journal, writing in a notepad, on sticky notes

- Her penmanship is very beautiful. Small, cursive letters that lean a little to the right

- Her birthday is November 13th, and she’s a Scorpio

- She’s 5’5, and 5’10 when she’s wearing her signature heels

- Henrietta is very in tune with her S/O, she’d bend herself over backwards to please them

- Cuddly

- So fucking cuddly

- She’ll share a bottle of wine with her S/O and then tuck herself right into their side

- Has to be touching S/O every chance that she has

- Has days where she goes silent, but she always bounces back

- Is in college for fashion design, models as a side gig to help pay through college

- Very good girl and I love her so much I would fight the sun to make her happy

- (26)

Pete:

- Pete had heterochromia, but it’s just a patch of green on one of his brown irises

- He had braces late in highschool, and now just has the permanent retainer on the backside of his teeth

- He’s more often than not hunched over, but he just doesn’t realize it, so he has a few back problems

- Likes to lay on the floor in his room because it helps with his back pain but also because he just wants to

- Stargazes almost every night

- Is really into space, reads facts about space, horror stories about astronauts hearing knocking on the rocket’s exterior, knows every single constellation and planet and their moons

- Incredibly smart, made all 100’s in school and almost got a perfect SAT score (1560 out of 1600)

- Pete has ADHD, and he can barely keep still if he’s just hanging around and not doing anything

- His birthday is 4/20 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE BABY ILYSM) and he’s a Taurus

- He’s 5’10, and kind of self concious he didn’t hit at least 6’

- He lives with his uncle, but his uncle is almost always gone on business trips

- His uncle is his best friend, they do almost everything together when Unc’s in town

- He likes to cook and bake, and he’s always whipping something up in the kitchen for his S/O

- Always painting, anything and everything he can think of

- Prefers to paint his S/O, he’s obsessed with them and wants to memorize every dimple, freckle and curve of their form

- Likes when his S/O does his hair, does his skin care, or when his S/O just does anything with him

- He’s not the type to be all up in his S/O’s business, but he does like hearing from them once a day at least

- Owns a PT Cruiser he’s had since we was in highschool

- He calls it “Miranda”, after a long inside joke from when all the goths hung out together

- Likes decorating with stickers, and you can normallly find stickers on his car, on his laptop, one his phone and on his Emotional Support Water Bottle ™️

- Likes to cook and help run the food shelter

- BLEEDING HEART. EMOTIONAL BABY BOY. IF S/O CRIES, HE CRIES, IF S/O MAD, HE MAD

- In tune with his emotions, and believes it’s very healthy to share how you’re feeling

- Unironically listens to 2000’s club music. His favorite is Wobble by V.I.C

- Writes poetry, and does so extremely beautifully

- He’s a nerd I love him so much he’s my little baby doll

Michael:

- Kind of an asshole, but more in the endearing way and not in the jerk way

- Michael has moments where he forgets what he’s doing and he ends up just sitting down and not doing the original task

- Has definitely ruined dinner quite a few times because of his forgetfulness

- He likes knitting, something that he picked up in highschool and perfected a few years later

- He’s always singing, making a beat, or writing down things he thinks would be good lyrics

- When he’s busy with a recording session, he will stay at the studio for hours on end until everything he and his bandmates do is just right

- Back to being an endearing jerk, his S/O is always bullied by him just so Michael can make them feel better by kissing them and giving them everything they want tenfold

- Sends flowers to his S/O’s job, or really, wherever S/O is

- Kind of possessive, not in the “Oh no” way, but in the “Okay, that’s hot” way

- He’s 6’7, and loves leaning on his S/O because he’s a shithead who thinks it’s funny to just prop up on people shorter than him

- His birthday is April 21st, which he is so excited about because that’s Robert Smith’s birthday, and that makes him a Taurus

- Speaking of, he really is as stubborn as a damn bull sometimes

- If S/O wants to do something, they have to practically beg on their knees for Michael to go and do that thing with them

- Sometimes, S/O debates whether Michael really is stubborn or he just takes pleasure in seeing them beg

- DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS Michael’s guilty pleasure is spoiling his S/O and he never takes no for an answer when he asks if you’d like to go out with him

- Owns a black 1990 Cadillac Brougham

- He’s a really big fan of vintage cars, he just thinks they’re so unique and they looked better before the 2000’s

- Big sweet tooth, and is constantly eating something sweet

- Owns a hairless cat named Boo that he likes to dress up

- Has a secret want to own all kinds of hairless mammals, he just thinks they’re so cute

- Has scary dog vibes, but he’s honestly more like an edgy golden retriever

- Likes to pick on his S/O, just so he has an excuse to hold them in his arms and smother them with love and affection

- He’s never actually mean to his lover, but if he’s mad, he does prefer to stay away from them until he calms down

- Michael’s got some issues he needs to work on, but all he needs is a healthy support system and he’ll be good

- Would never forgive himself if he did something that actually upset you

- He’s a butthead but a sweet butthead and he deserves everything in the world I love this man

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Who fell first vs Who fell harder

Henrietta

Henrietta fell first, you fell harder

Henrietta first met you when she had her first modeling gig. You were a cute, ditzy errand runner, getting coffee orders for everyone. When you got to her and complimented her, you might as well have shotten Cupid’s arrow straight through her heart. Her attempts at courting you did not go unnoticed, and soon you were making plans to marry her.

Michael

You fell first, Michael fell harder

You were at one of his shows that a friend dragged you to. Never having heard of The Velvet Pulsd, you blindly went to the show, and became smitten with the tall, curly haired lead singer. By fate, you managed to claim Michael as yours, and now he can’t live without seeing you or hearing from you everyday.

Pete

Pete fell first, Pete fell harder

Pete knew from he moment he laid eyes on you that he had to have you. You were sweet, caring, and always asked him about his day and his interests. You ended up hooking him from the first conversation you ever had, and he’s all but devoted his entire life to you and the thought of you.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can you write headcanons on what type of person the goths would date? I hope ur having a nice day/night💕

Thank you for the request friend! And I’m currently having a very great day!:)

I hope you are also having a great morning/afternoon/night! I hope you enjoy!

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Michael:

- Michael isn’t picky when it comes to his s/o

- He prefers someone that is kind and responsive to his needs

- He gives his all in a relationship, and he wants someone who can return that gesture right back to him

- He also gets mad jealous really easily, so an s/o who is completely loyal is another thing he looks for when trying to get into a relationship

- His ideal type is someone who will give him the world

- Looks wise, he could care less about what you look like

- Michael is not a surface lover, meaning that he prefers his S/O’s personality and heart over their looks

- He loves, he loves so hard, he just needs an s/o that reflects the way he loves

Henrietta:

- Henrietta prefers an s/o that will have her back at any point

- If she’s mad, they have to be mad

- If she’s sad, they have to be sad so they can be sad together

- If she wants to fight

- Well, her s/o better bring popcorn and bandaids because Henrietta is gonna fuck someone up

- She makes an almost spiritual connection with people, so she wants an s/o who can match her emotions at any point

- Looks wise, Henrietta does prefer an s/o taller than her

- She also prefers a soft s/o. She likes the dynamic of the scary dog gf/sweet sunshine gf

- She’s not quiet about her sexuality, so her S/O needs to also be open about their relationship

Pete:

- Pete secretly prefers someone loud and boisterous

- He’s timid, he wants someone who’ll be able to break him out of his shell a little bit more

- On that note, he also needs someone who has a lot of patience

- He reverts back into periods of shutting everyone out, he needs someone who can just sit with him and coax him out of his little funk he put himself in

- He likes to be lazy when he can be, so someone who can laze around with him and not force him to do anything is perfect

- Looks wise, he doesn’t care

- He thinks of himself very negatively, so he doesn’t judge anyone based on their appearance

- He’s happy with what he can get, he just hates being lonely

- Sweet boy my heart breaks for Pete (lol im the one who made him like that 🤪)

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can I ask for the goth kids with a s/o who’s being severely bullied?

Of course you can! I hope you enjoy :) And if you ever need anyone to talk to about anything, you can always shoot me a message!

Warnings: reader being bullied, mentions of bullying

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Unfortunately, you were a subject to bullying. You had no clue why. You were sweet, stayed to yourself, hell, you usually had your face buried in a book 24/7. It made you wonder why you were subject to people’s taunts, and even more so made you wonder why these young adults were acting like they were still in highschool. You thought since it was college, all the senseless bullying and bitching would end. God, you wished you were so lucky.

Leaving your college for the last time that day, you trudged to your car. Cranking the engine, you whipped out of your parking spot, practically flooring it as tears began to bubble up in your eyes. Your heart hurt at the words of the bullies, your stomach twisting uneasily as the weight of their words finally began to settle in your mind. Nearly blinded by the tears welping up in your eyes, it was like your body had taken control of itsself, managing to get you home with water clouded vision.

Arriving at your home, you shut your car off, not bothering to grab your stuff as you ran to the front door, flinging it open and slamming it shut behind you. You looked to the couch, seeing that you’re love was sitting there, the television running but attention on you. You flung yourself on them, burying your face into their lap. Stroking your hair, they asked you:

Michael:

“Hey, what’s the matter?” your boyfriend, Michael, asked softly. You never picked up your head, mumbling something into his lap. “What?” he asked, brows furrowing. Turning around, you rested your head against his thighs, his fingers never stopping running through your (h/c) locks. “I feel like I’m in fucking highschool again.” you groaned, your (e/c) eyes looking into his deep brown ones. Michael winced, noticing how your eyes were red and slightly swollen.

“What happened?” he prodded, reaching to grab the television remote to mute the background noise. “I’m getting fucking bullied. For everything. My hair, my body, my voice, hell, even the way that I act. I can’t read my book while not bothering anyone without someone saying some shit about it. I fucking hate that stupid ass college. Everyday makes me want to drop out!” you snapped at no one in particular, hands moving wildly as you explained your woes. Michael wiped away the tears that you didn’t even know were running down your cheeks, too caught up in your story to notice.

“Don’t let those dickhats get to you, (Y/n),” Michael started, rubbing your cheeks to soothe you, “They’re nobodies. They peaked in highschool, and all they know is how to be an asshole. If you wanna drop out of college, I support you 100%, but they don’t deserve your tears. We can get you enrolled into some online classes, as long as you’ll be happy and stop coming home crying.” You stared up at Michael, listening to the sweet tone in his voice. Smiling up at him, you leaned up, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Thank you, Michael. I love you.” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his. “I love you, more.” he replied, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.

Henrietta:

“What’s wrong, dear?” Henrietta hummed, her fingers twisting in your hair. You sighed heavily, breath catching as though you were ready to sob. “I’m just sick of being bullied, Hen. Like, that’s middle school shit, I’m in college. I shouldn’t have to feel like ripping my hair out because of some stupid ass words.” you huffed, the sadness you came home with being replaced with anger by the whole situation. Your girlfriend hummed, beginning to braid small strands of your hair.

“Bullying sucks, no matter what age you are. And sadly, it’s just gonna happen. That’s the sick, twisted reality of being alive.” she explained, using logic to make you feel better. “But when will it ever fucking end? I don’t do anything to anybody. Why is it just me?” you retorted, voice cracking as you started crying. Henrietta sighed, her fingers stalling their braiding. “Turn over.” she ordered. You obliged, turning to lay on your back instead of your stomach, your tear filled eyes looking up at her. It hurt her to see you upset, but she knew sugarcoating things was not the way to go.

“It’s not just you, (Y/n). I was bullied for years because of my weight… Not even was. I still get comments made about my body, but I literally do not give a shit. Because at the end of the day, they go home to their dog, or cat, or no one, and end up crying themselves to sleep because they’re sad and alone forever. Meanwhile, I get to go home, eat dinner with you, and then sleep in the same bed as someone who loves me. The only difference between our experiences is that I never gave a shit. I don’t care what people say about me, and you really shouldn’t either. It’s not good for your brain.” Henrietta explained, tapping your forehead. You stayed silent, thinking on her words.

“I guess you’re right…” you said quiety. Henrietta smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I know I’m right.” she quipped, pressing a few more kisses over your face. “Now, stop crying. It’s gonna make me kill a bitch.” your girlfriend threatened, resuming her attention back to the show she was watching. You smiled fondly up at her, a dreamy look in your eyes. “I think I’m more attracted to you than I ever was.” you mumbled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Pete:

“What’s up?” Pete inquired, turning his full attention to you. You turned on your back to look up at him, a frown evident on your face. “I’m being bullied… I feel like a teenager again.” you griped, anger flaring. You couldn’t even be sad at this point. The fact that you were a victim of this bullshit did nothing but make your blood boil. Pete’s heart broke seeing how bad the bullying was affecting you.

“Why don’t you just drop out?” your boyfriend suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts. Dropping out was definitely a possibility, but it was going to be such a pain to find classes to do online. “Well, I’d have to enroll in classes online.” you replied. “No you don’t. Drop out of college completely,” Pete said nonchalantly, “What good is it doing you anyway? If you drop out, then you never run the risk of being bullied.”

You listened to his words, mulling what he was saying over in your head. Pete was right. The senseless bullying would end and you wouldn’t have to be subject to the terror that is college-turned-highschool ever again. Sighing, you nodded, confirming his offer. “It would also give me more time to annoy you.” you snickered, reaching your hand up to pinch Pete’s cheek. He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Nevermind, stay in school so I can have my 8 hours of freedom.”

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Not a request!

Warnings: None

SFW/NSFW

Taking Care Of Goths When They’re Sick

Henrietta:

- Henrietta doesn’t like to admit when she’s sick

- She could have a fever of 102 and she’s still up, making sure that you’re okay

- She also doesn’t show when she’s sick because she hates when you fuss over her

- A major sign that she’s sick is she’s suddenly so much more cuddly and under your ass every waking moment of the day

- She also loses her temper easily, and you’ve been a victim of her outburts quite a few times trying to get her to lay down and take a break

- She never means it

- She just feels really sick and she hates being told what to do

- You pretty much have to give her some kind of medicine to make her drowsy and then lead her into the bedroom so she will sleep away her sick

It was just turning noon when you walked into the door of your home. The moment you stepped in, you heard loud coughing and sniffles sounding from your girlfriend’s home office. Taking a deep breath, you set your things down, trading your work shoes out for your house slippers, and trudged into the kitchen. You effortlessly floated around the kitchen, pulling out a kettle, some green tea packets and some honey for your love.

You had just set the kettle on the burner of the stove, humming a soft tune to yourself, before you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind and someone resting their head on your back. You looked over your shoulder, noting the fact that Henrietta didn’t even bother to do her hair today. Smiling softly, you shimmied in her hold until you both were face to face. Well, face to top of her head. She kept her face planted against your chest, sniffling into your clothes. Wrapping your arms around her, you pecked the top of her head, softly swaying back and forth as you waited for the water to start boiling.

Henrietta had begun shivering, no doubt her fever creeping up on her slowly. You pouted, not that she could see. You hated when she felt bad, but you weren’t gonna force her to do anything if she didn’t feel like she needed to. She turned into quite the demon when she was sick, and hell hath no fury like a sick Henrietta. “Do you feel like you need to take something, Henri?” you asked her softly. She didn’t respond at first. You stood in silence, scared to ask her again, waiting for a answer.

She nodded against your chest, not bothering to look up at you. You smiled at her childish behavior. “Okay, well you gotta let me go so I can find you some cold medicine, love.” you murmured quietly, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head again. As much as you hated to admit it, you did take pleasure in the fact that she was more clingy when she was sick. Henrietta nodded again, an acknowledgement at you previous sentence. Her arms fell to her side not so gracefully, and she stepped away from you. Not quite far enough for you to move to the medicine cabinet, and still close enough for her to touch you.

Scooching to the side, you checked the kettle before turning your back to the stove, stepping quickly to the cabinet that held all of your pharmaceuticals. Digging through, you got some fever reducer, cold medicine, cough syrup and cough drops, basically grabbing everything to ease her symptoms. “Henri, go sit on the couch and I’ll bring you all of this. You shouldn’t be standing if you’re not well.” you said, looking to her over your shoulder. The ravenette didn’t argue, instead making a slow walking, kinda stumbly bee line to your front room.

As soon as you stood up, your kettle started to whistle. “Perfect timing.” you hummed to yourself, hurrying back to the stove to move the appliance. It wasn’t pleasant to either of you, but you’ve had it since you first moved in together. You fixed her a cup of tea with some honey, divvying out the medicine and stepping quickly into the room she was occupying. Henrietta had taken to slouching against the arm rest of the couch, having pulled a blanket tightly around herself in an attempt to keep her warm. Setting her cup down on the side table, you crouched down, keeping yourself steady by placing your arms on her knees. You pressed a kiss to her covered leg, holding your hand out to transfer the meds over to her.

Henrietta took the medicine, grabbing her cup and almost immediately downing the still hot liquid. You winced at the thought of the liquid burning, but truth be told, it probably really did help her throat. She set her cup down, closing her eyes and taking a moment to compose herself. The goth woman flipped part of the blanket off of her, a silent invitation for you to get up and sit beside her. Standing up from your crouched position, you wasted no time in scootching under the cover with her, pulling her against you so she could rest her head on your chest. It wasn’t long before you heard gentle snores emanating from her, and after you made sure she was comfortably asleep, you followed suit not too long after.

Michael:

- MAN FLU MAN FLU MAN FLU MAN FLU

- Michael almost never gets sick

- He has an amazing immune system, and even if he is sick, he doesn’t show it most of the time

- MOST of the time

- But when this poor guy gets a cold? It’s the end of the damn world

- He won’t even leave his bed to go downstairs and get medicine for himself

- Poor you. You’re like his lil maid for the next few days, lmao

- Good Luck my friend

Michael had all but forced you to call out of work today. Not necessarily forced, but from the moment you both woke up, and the moment you realized he was ill, he kept an iron grip around your waist, not letting you get up with enough time to get ready for the day. Instead, you opted to call out, and spend all day taking care of your boyfriend. He had his face buried into your chest, his skin feeling extremely warm against yours. You carded your fingers through his thick, curly hair, massaging his scalp, and rubbing soothing circles into his back with your other hand as he laid there all but pathetically.

“I’m gonna kill Robert next time I see him.” he mumbled against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You smiled, chuckling softly at his words. As much as you hated him getting sick, you did love the fact that all he wanted to do was lay here with you and waste the day away cuddling. He was always gone from home at this point, his band starting to gain fame more steadily, causing him to be away on a tour or in the studio to release a new album. Here, you got to keep him all for yourself, silently thanking his bandmate for catching a cold on the end of his most recent tour.

“If you kill him, you’re gonna have to replace him. And we both know you hate meeting new people.” you responded. He stayed silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about what you had just said. “You’re right…” he sighed, unburying his face and turning his head up to look at you. You met his gaze, flashing him a smile before leaning down to press kisses on his forehead. Pulling back, you frowned, moving your hand up to his forehead. “God Michael, you’re burning up. Let me go get some medicine for you.” you fussed pulling away from his hold and standing from the bed. He didn’t protest, instead looking weakly to you, acting offended that you had left him alone.

You smirked at his face, sticking your tongue out at him as you slipped into your shared bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, you grabbed some Tylenol and cold medicine, returning to your tall boyfriend quickly. He kept his eyes on you, an absentminded smirk sitting on his lips. “You look so cute in my clothes.” he mused, voice sounding stuffy from his cold. “Even cuter without them on.” You looked down, taking note of the fact you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. You sighed andd rolled your eyes. “I know what you want, and I’m gonna tell you this one more time. Not. While. You’re. Sick. Ya damn horndog.” you muttered, a blush crawling onto your cheeks. He groaned playfully, pulling the blankets over his face in a fake hissyfit.

Moving to your side of the bed, you sat down, pulling the blanket off of his face. You leaned over, peppering kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, giggling at him trying to turn away from you. “Take your medicine.” you demanded, holding your hand out with the various pills sitting in your palm. Michael pulled himself up on his elbows, taking the medicine from you and downing them quickly and laying back down. You smiled at him in content, slipping yourself back under the covers and snuggling against his side. Both of you laid in silence, until you could hear Michael’s breath start to even out, a sign that he had drifted off to sleep. Throwing an arm around him, you laid there, appreciating the fact that you were going to be spending the next few days with him all to yourself.

Pete:

- Pete can handle himself when he’s sick

- He doesn’t need you to baby him like Henrietta and Michael do

- While he does love when you fuss over him, he doesn’t want you getting sick

- He would feel so awful if you managed to catch some sort of illness from him

- Instead, he practically bans you from coming to his house, opting to facetime you in place of you coming over

- If he ever does need anything though, you’re always the first to make him a basket of his favorite things so he has something to keep him occupied

- He always appreciates it and pays you back by gifting you 100 fold, spoiling you 10 times more than you spoil him

You walked down the road to your boyfriend’s house, whistling a tune from one of your favorite songs. In one hand, you held a basket full of medicine and a various assortment of Pete’s favorite snacks and in the other hand, a large picnic blanket. He had texted you earlier that day complaining of an extremely sore throat and headache, basically whining to you about how bad he felt. You had offered to come over, like you always tried to do whenever he felt bad, but he immediately shot the idea down in fear of getting you sick once again.

Seeing his familiar home, you picked up your pace, being careful not to drop anything out of the over packed basket in your hand. You turned down his driveway, hurrying up to his stairs so you could drop off his package. Instead of turning around and going all the way back home, you spread your blanket out on the ground infront of his steps, plopping yourself down on the grass. Pulling out your phone, you sent him a text to come outside for his basket. Setting your phone down, you leaned back, staring intently at his door and waiting for him to step out.

A moment later, you watched as the door knob turned, and his familiar red and black hair pop out. You smiled at him as he set his gaze on you, a smile crossing his own features. He looked paler than usual, his bags having deepened, casting massive black shadows under his eyes. He was still in his pajamas, and you took notice he still had his hairband on that kept his hair out of his face. “Hey.” he croaked, wincing at the sharp pain in his throat and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind him. “Hi.” you responded sweetly, watching as he sat down on the steps infront of you.

“How ya feeling?” you inquired, looking to your boyfriend. He frowned, clearing his throat before speaking. “Like Satan himself came up and punch me right in the throat.” he responded, leaning against the stair railing. You pouted at him, causing him to smile at you in amusement. “I’m okay, though. I was about to head to the store to get something for my throat.” he explained further. “Check your basket first, love.” you responded, nodding down to the package that sat by his side. He turned to look at him, picking it up and setting it in his lap.

“Damn, you set me up for life with this.” he mused, a chuckle on his words. You smiled proudly, watching as he picked up and looked at the various soups, snacks, teas and medicines you got him. “Well, you won’t let me come inside and baby you, so I did the next best thing and just got you everything that I thought would help.” you explained, picking at him for not letting you help. He rolled his eyes playfully, setting the basket back down. “If you got sick, I would be mad at myself.” he retorted. “I will happily get sick if that means I can take care of the love of my life.” you stated, blowing a kiss his way. He blushed, turning to look away from you.

You sat with him for as long as it took the sun to start setting. Standing up from your spot on the grass, you stretched your arms over your head, your muscles sore from your visit. “Well, keep me updated on how you’re feeing, dear.” you chirped, picking your blanket up off of the ground and folding him. “I will. Thank you, again. When I’m not sick anymore, I’ll take you out to wherever you wanna go.” he answered. You smiled at him, tucking your blanket back under your arm. “I love you! I’ll talk to you later!” you chirped, turning to walk away. “You, too.” he called after you, smiling as he watched you walk away.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Heyyyy! How are you! I’m doing well myself but I need some more South Park goths X Reader! So I came to the best person I know!

May I please Request all goths X Reader who has a pet snake and how would they react when coming over to there S/O house seeing a snake out of its cage and on the floor? Anyways Hope your doing well and make sure to eat and drink! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

Hello friend! I’m doing amazing, glad to hear you’re doing well yourself!

Thank you for the sweet reminder to eat and drink, I appreciate that! And don’t forget to do the same, make sure your eating, drinking and sleeping good!

I love love L O V E snakes, so this ask was so fun! I hope it’s what you were looking for!

WARNINGS: snakes, reptiles without legs

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Michael:

- Michael is the most unphased by the fact you have a snake

- He had come to your house to paint with you, an activity you have done for years

- He waltzed into your bedroom, only stopping when he sees you sitting cross legged on the floor, looking down at the space infront of you

- He took notice of the beautiful California King snake lazing around, watching as it slithered towards you

- “Oh… you have a snake now. Wicked”

- He listens as you tell him all about your new pet, affectionately refered to as ‘Snakey’

- Snakey took a liking to Michael, shown by when the reptile slithered its way into his hand, curling around his fingers and taking a nap in your boyfriend’s hold

- Michael was impressed by your pet, referring to him as both of y’all’s kid

- He’s gonna spoil that snake more than he spoils you, even though it’s hard to top that

Pete:

- Nope

- Nope

- NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

- Burn the fucking house down

- Pete is not a fan of snakes

- Not even the harmless little Western Hognose you’ve had for years

- Everytime he comes to your house, he demands you put ‘Hoggy’ away before he steps foot into your room

- It didn’t matter if Hoggy has never bit you, it was still a snake and Pete despised snakes

- The only way you could ever convince him to even look at your pet was if you stayed 10 feet away and held it close to you

- He didn’t mind if you had Hoggy, of course he’s not gonna make you get rid of him

- But if you ever pull Hoggy out of his enclosure, Pete’s going to magically have something to do until you let him know that Hoggy has been recaged

Henrietta:

- Henrietta is excited

- She’s a fan of all creepy crawlies, and your Ball Python was her latest obsession

- Everytime she goes over and ‘Mr. Slithers’ is out, she’s going to pick your snake up and watch in childlike fascination as the reptile wraps around her arm

- If you ever need someone to watch Mr. Slithers while you’re out of town, Henrietta jumps on the opportunity

- She sends you pictures of outfits or hats that she’s made for the python, most of the time while the clothes are on the snake

- Henrietta has definitely thought about getting one for herself, but when she has you, she knows that all she has to do is ask to babysit Mr. Slithers

- She jokes about having joint custody of the snake, but you aren’t even sure if that’s a joke anymore

- She’s turned all of her attention of your pet, how mean of her 🥲

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

hi:) making a request for a henrietta x goth lesbian reader!! they’re all hanging out and the boys are silently fighting over the reader, but the moment henrietta makes a move, the reader like IMMEDIATELY shows interest.

I LOVE HENRIETTA SO MUCH IF SHE WERE REAL ID MARRY HER

This was so funny. It kinda gives a little more backstory of my headcanons of them and being grown up.

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It had been too long since the goths had actually been around each other. Everyone dispersed after highschool, and with the parting of ways came the familiar drifting of friendships. Not that they didn’t speak with each other, but they only spoke once or twice a month, usually to inform each other of how adult life was going and how their careers were. Michael was the lead singer in a band, Henrietta was an indie model/aspiring clothes designer and Pete was a semi-popular painter with a healthy sized following, and each of them hardly had anytime to follow through with their plans on being close until the end. Which was okay, because they’ve settled on monthly meetings back in their hometown just to catch up.

Pete was the first to arrive seeing as he stayed in South Park. He shared a house with his uncle and saw no point in moving away. Too nervous for big cities and too lazy to go to college, he stayed in his quaint little town, going about his daily life as usual and never complaining, happy to stay where he’s comfortable.

Michael was second, seeing as he moved just a few cities away. He ended up in Denver, Colorado, a large but humble town. There is where he found a few people who needed a singer for their band, and he applied and forgot about it. After getting the job and releasing an album or 2, their band, The Velvet Pulse, began to rise up the chart, and Michael was satisfied with his future.

Henrietta was the last to arrive. After graduating, she moved to Los Angeles, California to pursue a career in fashion design. There was never a large variety of gothic clothes that she could wear comfortably, so she decided to start her own brand. She picked up modeling for some indie clothes brand on the side, finally content with her life.

They met at the Benny’s, as they always did. Everything still looked the same, the wall behind their normal booth still stained yellow from their underage smoking habits, remnants of the times they were the closest with each other. The lights were still obnoxiously bright, the menus were sticky, the coffee burnt. It was disgusting to outsiders, but to the Goths who had come back after so many years away, it was home. Michael sat beside Pete, Henrietta in the bench across from them. The trio were happy to finally be back together, even if they only had 5 days to visit.

“And then we went to New York, and kinda traveled down the east coast.” Michael was telling the two others of how his current tour was going. “The only reason I’m here is because after our show in Atlanta, I kind of maybe snuck away and got on a flight over here. The bus is on its way back, but I wanted to go ahead so I could spend a few days back home before it got here.” he finished, taking a swig of his black coffee. Pete and Henrietta smiled, greatful that the tall goth was still humble. “So when you said you were joining a band, did you expect for it to take off?” Pete asked, lifting his own mug to his lips. Michael shook his head, brows furrowed in thought.

“Not really, but I didn’t care for the fame. I was honestly just bored and sent in an application. Don’t get me wrong, I’m appreciative for where we are now, but I do hate not being able to go in public anymore.” Michael lamented, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s the price you pay, though.” he added, looking down at his cup. “Well, I’m very proud of you,” Henrietta said, shooting a smile at the man, “And Pete, I’m proud of you. Your art is amazing. I’ve been keeping up with your posts on instagram and I’m always blown away.” she turned towards the red and black headed goth. Pete grinned shyly, his cheeks turning red over the compliment. “Thanks, Henri. That means a lot. How are things going with your business?” Pete asked in return. “It’s going, that’s for sure. I started selling some of my finished clothing to some boutiques in LA, and that’s really taken off. Overall, I’m pretty happy about how things are going.” the woman replied, tracing patterns on the table infront of her.

The three continued chatting, not stopping even with the bustling of people around them. Every now and then, the old waitress, Betty, would come and refill their mugs. She had become timid in her older years, no longer fussing at the trio and acting cold to them for just drinking coffee anymore. Instead, she welcomed them warmly, seemingly happy to see her once annoying customers. “How are you kids?” she asked, stopping by their table for the 3rd or 4th time. They struck up conversation, reminiscing on how they used to act hostile towards each other, laughing about the good old days. “Well, I’m glad that you’re all back in town again. My niece is coming to work in a few minutes, she just started and I’m still training her. I hope you don’t mind if she stops by with me.” the waitress informed, before walking over to another table.

Michael, Pete and Henrietta dived back into their own conversation, once again not paying mind to anyone around them. They were absorbed in each other’s lives, wanting to know everything that one another was doing. They could have stayed like that for hours, drinking their bean water all day and all night. Well, that is, until they heard a timid voice that pulled them from their conversation. “Would you like some more coffee?”

The voice wasn’t the same as the old lady’s, and they all turned their attention to the person it came from. At the end of the table stood a young woman, no older than 22. Her (h/c) was pulled up away from her face, a few strands of loose hair falling against her forehead. Her eyes, warm and inviting, were a beautiful (e/c) hue, complimenting her (skin tone) skin. She wore the same blue waitress outfit, complete with a pair of white shoes. In her hand, she held a freshly brewed pot of coffee, a soft smile playing on her lips. Michael couldn’t take his eyes from her, and red began to creep over Pete’s cheeks. The pair stared at her, unable to find the words to talk, stricken by her beauty. Henrietta glared at the duo, a silent way of telling them that they looked like idiots and they needed to get it together.

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind.” the woman finally piped up, drawing her friends out of their love dazed states. The new waitress happily refilled their mugs, turning away from them and moving to the next table. Henrietta grabbed her coffee cup, bringing it up to her mouth. “You guys looked like complete idiots.” she noted, taking a sip of her drink. Now boths men were blushing, looking down at the table while mentally beating themselves up. “Dude, she was beautiful.” Michael finally said, coming to his senses. Pete could only nod, not being able to get her eyes out of his mind. Henrietta rolled her eyes, shaking her head at them.

“Would it be weird to ask for her number?” Michael asked, a grin crossing his face. Pete’s head snapped up at that, his eyes casting a glare to his taller friend. “I don’t think you should. She probably wouldn’t be interested in you.” the shorter male noted, drinking from his cup. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael asked defensively, his attention turning to Pete. The man shrugged in response, setting his cup down. “Well, you’re out on tour for months on end, you barely answer your phone as it is, I just don’t see how that would work out.” Pete replied, casting a glance to Michael. The curly haired ravenette raised his eyebrows incredulously, scoffing at his friend’s words. “Listen, you can be jealous or whatever, but I think I have a better chance with her than you do.” he noted, playing the same game Pete was. Michael’s retaliation only added fuel to the fire that was already forming, and soon, the two men were bickering quietly with each other, giving reasons as to why they would be better and reasons the other didn’t have the chance.

Henrietta sighed, her eyes rolling once again. While Michael and Pete were distracted with each other, the goth woman scanned the room, looking for the new waitress. Her eyes landed on the young woman behind the bar, washing dishes as she listened to the older waitress training her. Quietly, Henrietta slid out of the booth, not gaining attention of the two men who were still quietly arguing, and made her way to the bar. Perching herself on the seat infront of the two waitresses, she waited until they took notice of her at the bar.

It was only then that Michael and Pete had turned to Henrietta, wanting to see who she thought the waitress would pick, and noticing that the goth woman was gone. They looked to each other, brows furrowed before scanning the room. Hearing the familiar laughter of their friend, they both turned towards to the bar in time to see the young waitress writing something on a napkin, passing it to Henrietta before giving her a shy smile. The goth woman stood from the bar, walking back over to the booth where she was previously sat. The two males attentions were on her, watching as she nonchalantly picked up her cup, raising it to her lips. “The answer is neither of you. She’s a lesbian.” Henrietta smirked behind her cup, flashing the napkin the waitress had given her, a name and a phone number written in pink on the white paper. The men could only gawk, their cheeks turning red in embarrassment at the fact they acted like stray dogs fighting over a piece of meant. At the end of the night, they left, Michael and Pete having apologized to each other and now playfully giving the silent treatment to their female friend, who turned and shot the waitress a wink before leaving the building.