i've barely seen anyone do emo reader x skips.... my heart yearns for the emo couple
emo x emo my beloved <3
༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ emo skips x emo reader ༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆
ཀ sharing literally EVERYTHING. yall don’t know who’s is who’s atp. “that’s my shirt” “no it isn’t” “yes it is, you don’t like all time low!” “oh i guess it is yours then… can i still wear it today?”
ཀ no fighting over aux. like ever.
ཀ all ur money goes to spencer’s i fear 💔💔
ཀ demolition lovers matching pfps anyone??
ཀ cutting each others bangs
ཀ painting his nails for him (he may be a god at hair styling but this man is clueless when it comes to nail polish 🥀🥀)
ཀ skips likes midwest emo music the best because i say so.
ཀ mourning the loss of og hot topic together (not like hot topic now is bad, it’s just not the same)
ཀ i feel like skips would definitely give you a stick and poke. that just feels very him to me (he’s putting his handle into u. he likes to feel like he owns u <3)
ཀ yall take advantage of skinny jeans going out of style. some black dye and some distressing later, and ur locked in
ཀ making out to mcr. enough said.
ཀ bringing back up the demolition lovers, i can def see yall doing that as a couples costume for halloween one year.
im back in my p!atd phase and like HEARRR ME OUT!!!
2000's Emo!Reader X MJF
like cmon... cmonnnnnn he'd make so much fun of you but also freak if anyone made fun of you likelike its so appealing oh my gosh
‘cause after all this time, i’m still into you!
mjf x 2000s emo!reader
AJ Lee has been a blessing to emo women in the wrestling community across the country — including you. WWE fans love her, so wrestling promoters were quick to hope that small town watchers would like others just as much.
So here you are, years later, armed in tiny jean shorts and more studded jewelry than one human should own, the second most popular active women’s wrestler who is considerably ‘emo’. No one will ever beat AJ, of course.
With her recent return, it’d be awesome to work with her someday. Unfortunately, you work at opposing companies, and you don’t have any plans of giving into WWE’s begging anytime soon. Especially not with Max by your side.
Believe it or not (most don’t), the two of you grew up together. Since Kindergarten, he clung to you on the first day. Throughout all thirteen school years, you did everything together. Even when you started listening to Pierce the Veil and styling your hair differently. Max never cared, even if he cracked a couple jokes, and he never tried to tell you to go back to how you used to be. You spent every recess together until it was no longer given, every lunch, the few classes you managed to have together, and every single school dance.
As friends, of course, much to your parents disbelief. Who needs a date when you’ve got a best friend you can judge everyone else with? That whole ‘just friends’ thing didn’t last very long after high school. You’ve shared an apartment since the moment you both became adults, and one night, when he was going to meet up with a couple friends or something, Max just…kissed you goodbye. There was nothing special about it, you didn’t talk about it, and he didn’t even notice. Just threw on his shoes and left. You’ve been ‘a thing’ since.
Thankfully you’ve gotten out of that shitty apartment, and turned one of the two bedrooms in your new one into an office. Now, you’re following your dreams together. Tonight, one of your dreams is being fulfilled. Tonight, you win the Women’s World Champion belt off of Kris Statlander.
The match is as difficult as expected. Hell, maybe even more than you originally thought. But it’s a good match - one for the books. Something fans will look back on, and wish they were there to see it.
Your prideful grin starts to slip from your face when you walk behind the curtain and Max is the first face you see. Wobbling lips push out small sobs, and glassy eyes look to him for comfort. He’s pulling you against him immediately, the cold metal of the belt harsh against his warm skin.
“I did it,” He lifts you up out of habit, in the same way he’s hugged you since that growth spurt hit him the summer after Sophomore year. “Max, I did it!”
“Always knew you could, sunshine,” That’s stuck around since high school too — sunshine. A cliche joke, something about pale skin and moody colors, slowly turned into something that still gives you butterflies. He sets you back down to hold your face, and bring your foreheads together. “Never had a single doubt in my mind.”
Your grin returns fast, one hand finally leaving the belt hanging from your shoulder to weave through his curls.
“After all this time?” He knows what you’re trying to get him to do, because you force him to listen to Paramore on way too many long drives, and because it’s a special night, or whatever, he gives in.
Max pulls you back into him, shoving a rough kiss against your cheek and muttering it against your ear so no one else will hear him.
Warnings: stalking (duh), reader highkey a loser…., subby reader, Alex is NOT having it bro ur cooked., this aint noncon dw. Mating press (love it sue me), humiliation lowkey, weirdo behavior from reader. Oh and public stuff but like it’s late and it’s an alley literally nobody uses trust, Alex reads reader to FILTH, gender neutral reader, readers described to be emoish (stud belt, eyeliner, ect ect.) degrading and stuff, Alex mean as hell, picture taking ykyk.
Summary: the boy you’ve been stalking for a few weeks now finally catches you in the act, luckily it works out in your favor…?
Sorta proofread ig it’s 9:16 am and i havent been to sleep yet.
Wc: 1.6k
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Maybe it was your fault you ended up in this situation —scratch that it definitely was. You’d been following him for weeks now and maybe just maybe you thought you could get away with it, and you would’ve if you hadn’t forgotten to turn the flash off on your digital camera. Nobody could blame you really, he was so pretty the thought would cross any insane persons mind.
So now here you were running through dark streets trying to get away from the guy you had been stalking, successfully making sharp turns around corners and dodging random trashcans and boxes just to trip over a loose raised brick in the middle of an alley. You must’ve hit your head on the way down, your vision was crossing, seeing double of the face that you knew so well. You tried to get away from him, trying to pull yourself backwards with your forearms.
“What the fuck was that?” Alex demanded, grabbing you by the front of your shirt bringing you closer to his face.
“I-I didn’t mean to i really didn’t-!” You tried to finish before he cut you off
“Cut the bullshit. You and i both know you wouldn’t have ran if you had nothing to hide.” He argued, letting you fall back before putting his knee on your chest and reaching into the pocket of your jacket. You panicked trying to keep him from grabbing your camera, the one with all of the pictures you had of him on it. You ultimately failed, flailing limbs uncoordinated, still dizzy from the fall.
“Whats this huh? What do you think im gonna find on this? You think i havent noticed you these past few weeks?” He growled, pushing you further into the bricks of the alley —you could feel a few of the uneven ones digging into your spine.
You watched in a ditzy horror as he clicked away at your camera, no doubt looking at all the pictures you’ve taken of him, out on the street, through the windows of stores, and your personal favorite, through the window of his bedroom. You’d only followed him to his house once, you had been too nervous to do it again, afraid of getting caught. He looked down at you, his gaze almost humorous, wondering how he could’ve possibly missed a loser with a camera outside of his window.
“You sick little freak.” He laughed in disbelief “what? Were you hoping to catch me getting changed for the night? Getting out of the shower? i bet you’d fucking like that wouldnt you?” He continued, leaning down, grabbing your face harshly to make sure you were listening to every word coming out of his mouth.
Your body shook as a sob left your throat, slurred apologies leaving you almost unintelligible only a few syllables could be understood. “No, you aren’t sorry. You’re only sorry you got caught.” He chuckled putting your camera down next to your head. He seemed to tune out your useless sobs and pleas putting a hand over your mouth before going to speak again.
“I know, you’re just a freak loser, you dont have any friends, you dont know how to talk to people, you really could’ve just asked me out instead of acting like a stalker and taking pictures of me.”
Your eyes were watering as the pain from the fall and Alex’s knee digging into your sternum started to set in along with the shame from the degradation and the fact that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed the way his hands traveled lower to the buckle of your studded belt, the sound of metal on metal dragging you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation letting your head fall backwards—which was a bad idea you realized as you winced when it hit the ground.
“Dont look so excited, you aren’t getting out of this that easily.” He chided, tugging your flared jeans down your thighs leaving them at your ankles. You knew you looked a mess, eyeliner smudged all the way to hell, eyes red and watery, jacket shoved open and your shirt halfway up your torso along with your pants and underwear around your ankles.
“Maybe if you’re lucky i wont leave you here after im done.” You could hear the disdain in his voice. You sobbed again and reached for him only for your hands to get shoved away with a scoff. It didnt take long for him to get his cock out of his pants, hand reaching up before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth successfully gathering your saliva the, lubing his hand up to stroke himself.
Unfortunately you didn’t get to watch any longer as your own thighs obstructed your view —Alex having pushed them upward towards your head but not quite all the way— pants falling back up your legs just a bit.
“Make yourself useful and hold your legs up for me.” Alex demanded, shoving two of the fingers that he used to lube his cock into you causing a strangled noise as you obeyed, a moan that got stuck in your throat. Your hands gripping the fabric of your jeans, the studs from your belt no doubt making imprints in your palms. Your legs shook as he fucked you with his middle and ring fingers at a slow but somehow still bruising pace, you could feel him pressing harder each time most likely on purpose.
You accidentally let your legs slip from your grasp, Alex catching them with a glare before rolling his eyes.
“Can’t even do something as simple as this right, don’t know why you thought you were competent enough to stalk anyone.”
He roughly pushes your legs back by the backs of your thighs, your knees closer to your head than earlier; then using his forearm to keep them that way while reaching down with his other hand to line his cock up to your entrance. He barely wasted any time, thrusting himself into you with little to no care, shoving your pants back up to your ankles to gain access to your face, forcing his lips onto yours, shoulders keeping your legs in place. You moaned into his mouth, both of you swallowing any noise coming from one another.
The alley was filled with nothing but the muffled sounds coming from the both of you and the slick sounds of his cock stuffing you over and over again. You let out a particularly loud moan when he plunged even deeper inside of you reaching your shaking hands up to grip his hair. His glasses were fogged up at that point, at some point you don’t remember when he had taken them off as to not obscure his vision and set them next to the camera.
You caught a smirk on his face before you were met with the familiar lens of your camera. Your eyes widened as the camera flashed, white spots filling your vision leaving you to blink them away.
“C’mon smile, freak. You dont like having your picture taken?” He laughs taking a picture of your tear filled face as you try to cover it.
“I didn’t hide when you took my picture now did i? Don’t be rude.” He mocks, pushing his cock deeper, a moan ripping itself from your throat and being caught on camera. He smiled before muttering something you couldn’t make out. As much as you didnt want to admit it, being caught like that on camera helped you get way closer to cumming than Alex initially thought.
“M’gonna cum— please!” You whine, your knees bumping into each other as you tried to hold your self back.
“Mmh..tell me you’re sorry.” Alex replied breathlessly.
“Wh—?” You started but quickly got cut off by Alex.
“Tell me you’re sorry for being a fucking stalker freak and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Alex retaliated, his hair stuck to his forehead, he was obviously close as well and he could easily leave you here on the ground of the cold alley. You didn’t wanna take that chance.
“Please, Im sorry! Im sorry f-for being a freak!—fuck!—im so gross and—and weird and i won’t do it again! I promise!” You sobbed, holding onto his forearms that were planted on the backs of your thighs as tears flowed down the sides of your face.
“G’on then, cum since you want it so bad.” Alex retorted probably not believing a word you said. He shuddered as you clenched around him, it was clear you came by the look on your face alone not to mention the way you were squeezing his cock. He quickly pulled out of you before moving, letting your useless legs crash against the ground before making his way up to your face, his legs straddling your shoulders as he jerked himself off over your face. It took no longer than a few seconds before his cum landed all over your face and in your hair.
He took a few seconds to catch his breath, shoving himself back into his pants and reaching for your camera.
“Say cheese.” He grinned at your cum covered face, you didnt fight it this time, showing the camera a blissed out smile as the flash went off and Alex got off of you. He put the camera down once more before helping you pull your pants and underwear back up, he even buckled your belt back up for you.
When you came to he was gone making you sigh in exasperation. You stood up with the help of the closest wall, wiping your face of any of Alex’s cum and reached into your pants pocket looking for your wallet, finding your wallet and a paper that had a phone number and “Alex” under it. You smiled before realizing your camera was missing, looking in the pocket it was usually in and even the area around you but to no avail.
I love seeing things with alt/punk/goth/emo/ect!readers except it's all very surface level and full of just,,, stereotypes.
I wanna write some stuff with actual alternative people so pleassee!!! Send me some characters, your subculture, and tell me what you want written. I'll do the research and I'll try to write it as accurate as I can ^^<3
a/n: hii this is my first ever writing thing i’ve ever done. sorry if it is shihhhhhh😫😫😫😫. this is for mah boi timmy!!
requester: @michaelmarksgf hey hope this is what you are looking for <3
A BIT OF BACKSTORY!!
The relationship first started when y’all were at school and all of a sudden some rude ass jock trips you because you have a “different” style. Tim stands up for you and helps you pick your stuff up (awhh he is so cute)You guys from then become friends!
HEADCANNONS (FLUFF) you guys are dating now btw
Definetly loves you doing of type of makeup on him. He lookes like such a cootie patootie (i just cringed at that).
Calls you every 30 mins. He NEEDS to know you are safe. (Especially if you were in the Route 23 pile-up)
Nora absolutely LOVES you.
A few of petnames he calls you are : baby, my spiderweb, sweetgirl. Sometimes he may call you babygirl as a joke but he quickly takes it back. (our little jokester!😝)
Loves cheek kisses. AND NAPSS HE LIVES FOR NAPSSS.
Gives bear hugs any time of day!!
Always makes sure to fix your hair and always stops at HotTopic when he is at the mall to buy you something(s).
Definetly gives you his band tees and always makes sure not to kiss you too hard because it will wipe your makeup off.
He likes to be called a spiderweb back.
Absolutely loves your style and how you don’t care about what anyone thinks!
you were just working on some homework on his desk.it was tuesday which meant afterschool we went at his house. until all of a sudden he hugs you from behind picks u up and twirls you around. (Ik he is 15 and probs doesnt have that strength but let me dream!!)
you were putting on your make-up after a sleepover, getting ready to go to rot in bed (it happens to the best of us) until all of a sudden Tim comes in the bathroom. “Tim! What are you doing? You scared me!” you yelp as Tim rummages in your make-up bag. “My spiderweb can you do that make-up on me?” he asks eating a cookie. “Uhm..what?” you ask confused your make-up brush far forgotten. “Fine sure.” you said as you got Tim ready to put make up on him.
Hellooooooo!!! I was wondering if you could do handsome bros with an emo s/o? Someone with dyed hair, tattoos, peircings, etc. I feel like it would be cute asf😭🫶
It's ok if you don't want to, and as always, have a good rest of your day/night🤗
I mean I can definitely try haha, I'm not super big into like aesthetic culture so hopefully this is all correct?? idk man I think I'm just grunge cause that's what ppl tell me 😔 ; anyways ty for requesting! hope you enjoy :) ; future update, hb stuff wont have tubbo and hell be replaced w Max
HANDSOME BROS ; emo
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo & badlinu
warnings ; language
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
you usually let him pick what color your hair is gonna be
he picks the most outlandish colors
like wtf is "sea green" and "cashmere"
he likes doodling you little tattoo inspo
always makes emo jokes lmfao
not a big fan of emo music but has some picks out of your playlist
thinks all your piercings are super fascinating / make you look cool
sends you pinterest pics of *stereotypical emo youtuber* to poke fun at you
"you look like that johnnie guilbert guy"
"bro"
RANBOO
he's very educated in aesthetic cultures and is a fan of some emo music though he doesn't listen that much
thinks your whole style is super cool and steals some accessories from you
also likes sharing pinterest inspo to you on hair styles, colors and tattoos, even piercings
also makes emo jokes but they're totally lighthearted
also likes helping you color and cut your hair, though he has no idea what he's doing for the most part
FREDDIE BADLINU
thinks you're like the coolest person on the planet lmao
absolutely loves helping you dye your hair
loves doodling little tattoo inspo while listening to music with you
when he sees any sort of merch for a band you like or just an emo band in general, he has to say like some old dude "that reminds me of y/n"
thinks your piercings make you look awesome as fuck
will happily join when you get a new piercing and help you find new jewelry
also sends pinterest hair inspo when u wanna change it up again
