#sp goth

THIS IS A SUPER CUTE IDEA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT

I decided to go with Pete for now because he never gets enough love. Content for him is criminally low, and I want people to see my little love and appreciate him for who he is.

If this fic goes well, then I definitely plan on doing the same theme with Michael and Henrietta, but for now, have Pete!

Pete x Reader: Anniversary Song

- Pete is ever the romantic

- You two had been dating since junior year of highschool

- If someone ever saw Pete, they knew you weren’t far behind and vice versa

- It was your 6th dating anniversary, and unbeknownst to you, Pete had spent months trying to write you a special song

- He was always secretive about what he wrote in his journal, so you never questioned what he was writing

- You’d find out soon enough what he was planning

You tiredly unlocked the door to your home, body dragging as you stepped through the treshold. Your feet and leg muscles were sore after having to pull an 18 hour shift at work today. You’re replacement was only supposed to be late, but instead she never even showed up. Letting your bag hit the floor unceremoniously, you made your way to the living room, wanting to do nothing more than lay out on the couch and sleep for the next 3 days. Pete sat on one end of the couch, staring absentmindedly at the tv that was playing some random show. You stared with him for a second, before cutting your attention off of the screen.

Laying down on the couch, you maneuvered yourself so that your head rested on his lap, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Breathing in your boyfriend’s scent, you sighed once again, making yourself comfortable at the expense of his comfortability.

Pete finally snapped out of his trance, looking down at you laying comfortably in his lap. He carded his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “Hey (N/n).” he greeted, brushing some hair from your face and cupping your cheek. Opening your eyes, you grinned at him. “Hey, love.” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press a kiss to his palm. “Happy anniversary.” he murmured softly, cheeks turning red at your affection.

“I figured you’d want to do something for the big 6, so I ordered some take out and went out to get drinks.” the red and black haired male said, moving his other hand to intertwine with one of yours. Pete’s thumb ran across your knuckles, causing you to giggle at the ticklish feeling. “That sounds wonderful. It also sounds like a normal Tuesday night for us.” you joked, sitting yourself up and leaning against your boyfriend. You rested your head on his shoulder, your attention turning back to the senseless tv show.

“Well, it’s not just takeout and getting drunk, but you’re gonna have to wait until later.” Pete said, resting his hand on your thigh. You perked up, turning your upper body to look at him. “What is it?” you asked, curiosity filling your eyes. The man looked back at you, giving you a devilish smile before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know. You’ll have to wait and see.” he teased. A knocking was heard at the door, and Pete got up to answer it. He stepped away for a moment, coming back with 2 plastic bags in his hand. “Come on, let’s eat and get shitfaced.” the goth offered. You jumped up, following him into your dining room to eat dinner.

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You and Pete had just finished eating, feeling buzzed from the few mixed drinks you had during dinner. Over the meal, you both shared stories of how you felt about the other before you started dating, bringing up funny moments throughout your relationship, and overall just enjoying each other’s company.

You had just downed the rest of your mostly alcoholic cocktail, laying your head against the table while looking at Pete. “God, can you believe it’s been 6 years already?” you slurred, giggling at yourself for messing up your words. In turn, your boyfriend smiled at your antics, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “It’s because we don’t annoy the shit out of each other.” he replied, tracing patterns on your hand.

Pete suddenly retracted his hand, standing from the table. Jerking up, you stared at him, confusion written on your face. “Shit, I almost forgot. I’ll be right back.” he spoke, turning from you and walking out of the kitchen. You just stared after him, unabashedly staring at his ass as he walked away. You smiled to yourself, your eyes glued to his backside until he was out of sight.

Moments later, he came back, carrying his guitar and a litte square box with him. Placing the box down on the table, he sat back down in his chair. Your curiosity was peaked as you watched him set himself up to play. You loved hearing him, his hands were like they were crafted by Apollo himself when it came to playing instruments. You watched his fingers as he strummed each string, tuning his guitar until it was just right.

“I, uh… I wrote a song for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I’ve been working on it for a while, and I believe it’s finished now.” he explained, looking at you nervously. You smile warmly at him. “Aww, darling. You did not!” you said back, your hand slapping over your heart. “I did! I did. I kept having to restart so it sounded like it actually meant something and didn’t sound like some shitty teenager’s love song.” Pete retorted.

“But, uh, I’m about to play it. I hope you like it.” he smiled at you, his hand beginning to strum out a few random chords. You leaned forward, admiring his features as you quietened down, excitement coursing through your veins.

(CLICK YOUTUBE LINK FOR SONG)

Pete finished, strumming the last note on his guitar. He didn’t look at you through the whole song, instead studying his own hands, being extremely careful not to mess up the song. He set his guitar off to the side, finally looking back up to you. His eyes widened at the sight of you, with one hand covering your mouth and tears spilling over your lashes.

“Woah, what’s wrong?!” he exclaimed, pushing his chair back and rushing to your side. When Pete kneeled on the ground beside you, you threw your arms around him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. Hesitantly, he wrapped his owns arms around you, rubbing your back gently. “Hey… are you okay?” he asked, leaning his head against yours. You nodded, hugging him just a little tighter. Holding each other for a moment, you pulled away from him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m fine. That was just… So beautiful. I love you so much.” you reassured. Leaning forward, your placed a kiss to his forehead and cheeks before planting a soft kiss to his lips. Moving back, you grabbed your napkin, drying the tears from your face as you sniffled. “I love you so much more. Actually, a whole lot more than you know,” Pete started, reaching toward the box that was on the table, “I love you so much I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my best friend, my light, the reason I wake up everyday. I don’t think I could ever live a life where you weren’t in it.” Pete finished, opening up the box in his hands.

Tears fell from your eyes as they landed on the ring. It was simple, a thin black band with a 3 small rubies, but it meant so much more to you in this moment. Pete looked nervous, swallowing back his anxiety. “I want to be with you forever. I want to grow old with you, have a family, and spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” the goth finished, holding his breath as he waited for you to respond.

You couldn’t find the words you wanted, instead opting to nod your head enthusiastically. Pete let out the breath he was holding, grabbing the ring from the box. You held out your left hand, allowing him to slip the ring onto your finger. Taking no time to study it, you launched yourself out of your chair, taking both you and your fiancé to the ground. Attacking his face with kisses, you couldn’t help the giddy giggling in between them. This was the best anniversary present you could have gotten, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with Pete.

Don’t get me wrong I love the whole “scene Kyle goth stan” thing it’s very cute and I love the fanart but I don’t think a lot of the people that draw it know what goth is?? Like the few times I’ve seen “goth stan” drawn with a band shirt it’s either been nu metal, pop punk or emo. Like if your gonna call him goth please actually draw him as a goth. It’s so frustrating.

`Cause they need more love & recognision

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