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meow-town · 2 years

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Hello~ I just found your blog and I was wondering if you could write a headcanon about dee having a twin sister, and what the rest of the family's intentions would be with her, this one wouldn't be as feminine but more than Vicky, at least thanks to glam .

(sorry if my grammar is a bit weird, english is not my first language)

Of course! Ty for requesting! (Ps, my device completely died on me the second I finished writing this, and I hadn’t saved since I started, and I lost everything :) yayyyyyyyyyy, remember to save each post regularly, kids!)

wrote this as a self insert!

-You we’re born a mere 4 seconds after Dee, and he’s still insists he’s the older sibling. Which is technically true, but he abuses that power so much!

-saying that he should be in charge whenever the parents leave the house because he’s older, or insisting that he’s the more responsible and mature.

-You have more musical talent than him though, so he can suck it.

-He gets so pissy over it, too. You could mumble a song that’s been stuck in your head recently and he’ll ‘tsk’ each time.

-Very good twin brother, however. He’ll help with homework and always put in effort in group projects (I mean, he doesn’t need to put in effort, he’s Dee, but yknow). Teachers nearly always pair you two up together. He’ll also tutor you in his free time if you ask him :)

-If anyone picks on you, Dee will stalk them on the internet for weeks just to ruin their lives. He’s not letting that shit slide.

-Glam and Victoria always tried their very best to be good parents. They never got physically punishing (except for the occasional playful punch from Vicky as a warning) and would parent as gently as they could, at least, from Glam. He’s had bad experiences in the past and doesn’t want you to go through that things he went through.

-Glam will flash his creepy stare sometimes as a way to intimidate you, but he doesn’t dare go any further than that to scare you. Victoria may seem super tough but to me she seems like she is a super protective mama bear who will tug you into her arms if you arrive home 5 minutes late. God forbid you don’t respond to one of her calls, or you’ll have thousands of other calls and texts. Your phone will absolutely blow up with texts like these.

‘Are you okay??’

‘Where are you??.?.+’

‘Come home’

‘(y/n)’

-The first time Hevay came home in his little baby basket, Dee was staring absolute daggers into him. Looking at the guy like he wanted to strangle him. Heavy just grabbed at anything he could, wrapped in Victoria’s old bandana.

-Dee would snatch his toys away from Heavy, so you had to offer him yours constantly.

-Heavy was a rowdy baby, not the type to cry constantly, but he wasn’t ever quiet and still. He’d be jumping up and down or head banging (Victoria taught him how to) almost constantly. -Heavy will send you cat videos every literal four seconds and if you don’t respond to each of them he’ll get mad.

-He is the chaos child in the family, but he’s highkey the nicest so

-Teasing Dee about Lif is literally so funny 😭

-He’ll go all red and completely ignore you for hours on end if you keep it up-

-Ches was completely clueless while babysitting. He would frantically look through the pantry thinking ‘what the fuck do babies eat? Carrots? Granola bars? Can I feed them beer?’

-He’ll also accidentally swear on front of you a ton, and pretend like he’s not at fault when one of you yells ‘FUCK’ at the very top of your lungs.

-You, Dee and Heavy all developed your swearing thanks to Vicky and Ches-

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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years

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#dee x reader #Dee x Y/N #dee metal family #metal family #heavy metal family #glam metal family #dee #metal family glam #glam #heavy #victoria #metal family victoria #metal family vicky #metal family headcanons #metal family heavy #metal family anna #metal family fanart #Pandamatic

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deemetalfamily · 2 years

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dee as your bf ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

dee x female reader

+ dee may act like he doesn’t care about much, but there’s one thing he thinks about more than anything else in the world: you.

+ he was so shy at first…he couldn’t even speak to you without stumbling over his words or forgetting what he wanted to tell you. It wasn’t his fault your eyes were so easy to get lost in

+ once you and dee had been together for quite some time, he was much more relaxed with you. The only thing that would set him off would be heavy interrupting you two. He is quite the romantic—flowers (roses specifically), chocolates, homemade gifts. He’d even try to write a song for you…but he sure would struggle

+ dee’s favorite thing to do with you is cuddle. Yes…this intimidating, super-serious, moody teenager loves nothing more than cuddling his gf. He loves to have you lay on his body with your head resting on his chest. He brushes his fingers through your hair and can’t help but smile

+ dee is also very possessive. He may not show it in front of you, but behind the scenes he is quite the mastermind when it comes to revenge. Any guys that talk about you or make googoo eyes in your direction will mysteriously disappear or for some reason stay far away from you…you wonder why..

+ dee always wants to hold your hand in public and if you’re somewhere super crowded, he will even put an arm around your shoulder to keep you safe from all the people. He worries that someone creepy or dangerous will be around so he keeps an eye out wherever you two go

#dee shvagenbagen #heavy shvagenbagen #dee #heavy #glam #sebastian #Victoria #metal family #dee x reader #metal family imagine #imagine #bf #scenario

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drenix004 · 1 year

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Blue | Dee [01]

❝𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ⁝ He never thought he would like the color blue so much, nor that it was enigmatic, like the girl who wore it in her hair, to the point of having his attention. He was an enigma calling him to solve it, and he never left anything unsolved.❞

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, sex among others, if you do not feel like it!

rating: 18+

pairings: Dee x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

-I don't look like a babysitter, brat. -He waved her away, "Find someone else, I don't do favors for free.

She rolled her eyes.

-I never said it would be free-she saw how the older one was now looking at her carefully-I'll pay you five thousand rubles… and two joints of Cannabis. That's my offer, if you still refuse, I'll look for someone else as you suggest.

That was the last thing she said as she looked at the major calmly, she knew she was going to accept if drugs were involved, after all, that was the life of a drug addict, in her case, a drug addict.

The older girl moved her left foot impatiently since the younger one had mentioned Cannabis, she has been almost a week without having consumed any kind of drug, so the mere mention of it, made her anxious. She watched as the younger girl turned around and put her hand on the door handle, so she stood up in desperation and shouted.

-It's okay, it's okay! -She almost threw herself to the floor, looked anxiously at the younger girl as she pulled a small transparent bag out of her suitcase, revealing two joints.

-Ah, ah," said the younger girl when the older one tried to snatch the bag from her, failing in the attempt and ending up with her face on the floor. -I'll give them to you the day after tomorrow night when you do your part, it would be a disaster if my "representative" was drugged at school. -He put the bag back and took out a paper envelope. -This is the most important data that you must memorize for tomorrow.

She gave him the envelope and turned on her axis again, wanting to leave the room, but again the major stopped her.

-For tomorrow?" she squeezed the envelope, crumpling it slightly, "it's not much time!

-Then you'll have to stay up all night," he answered without looking at her, not really caring. -Don't let me down, Lena… I'll even think about giving you a third joint if you do well.

The younger girl gave him a glance over her shoulder before leaving the room in silence, something very characteristic of her.

With silent steps she went through the corridor, listening to a little noise that filtered through the doors on both sides. When she had finally reached the end, where the stairs to the second floor were, a voice stopped her.

-You're leaving without saying hello," came out of the second door on the left a scantily clad brunette, half-naked to be exact, "you're always that way, honey.

The younger girl frowned at the nickname.

-Don't call me that," she growled, she hated that nickname, but most of all she hated that the brunette used it even though she knew what that simple word meant to her.

-Why not," she smiled, crossing her arms, purposely highlighting her breasts so that the younger girl would pay attention to her, "the color of your hair goes very well with your eyes.

She always wanted to get her attention, but as usual, the younger girl never looked at her in any other way than with an apathetic look.

-Stop calling me that, let's avoid unnecessary accidents. -He glared at her over his shoulder.

-Ah~" she let out a sigh, her cheeks quickly turning pink, "that's the first time you've ever looked down on me.

The younger girl looked straight ahead again as the brunette began to touch her breasts while her blush increased and moans came out of her mouth.

-Crazy bitch.

She watched the people pass by for the fifteenth time that day as she sat on a bench in the closest park she had come to, next to her was her violin and in her hands she held her personal documents. With boredom she looked vaguely at the papers before a sigh escaped her lips.

-A violin! -He gave a little jump in his place because of the sudden excited shout at his side, because of that he ended up dropping the sheets. -I'll get it. Sorry for shouting like that, I'm usually a bit hasty.

The stranger went around the bench, as he had approached from behind when he saw the female with the violin on the side.

-Hmm. -It was the only thing she said as she began to pick up the leaves even though the stranger said he would do it, she didn't even look at him, she was more focused on making sure the leaves weren't dirty.

-She grabbed the last remaining sheet of paper, reading by mistake the name of her school. -I study there, so does my brother," she finished passing the page and sat down without even asking permission. -I like your blue hair, it reminds me of the sea.

The blue-haired girl finally looked up, finding a red-haired man with freckles and green eyes at least three years younger than her talking like a parrot, telling her about his life as if she had asked him.

-Ya. - she responded to something the redhead had said to her, honestly she wasn't paying enough attention, but she didn't want to be rude and leave him with the question up in the air either. Maybe it was because he looked like one of her many younger brothers.

-It's great that you have a violin-now he was paying attention-nobody I know plays that instrument, could you play something? -His eyes sparkled with excitement so the blue-haired girl could not refuse.

-I don't play for free.

-Damn it! -The other man quickly rummaged through his trouser pockets, "I have a hundred rubles," he showed her the money excitedly.

She saw the money and then looked at it before sighing, at least it would be enough for a coffee.

-Okay, but only a small fragment of the song," she took out her violin, tuned the pegs and took out the bow and put herself in the position-name.

-We're Not Gonna Take It, Twisted Sister? -She nodded in agreement, knowing the redhead was a bit hesitant to ask, but she would show him that she could play any song on her violin.

She took a deep breath and with precision she began to play, her fingers moved quickly and accurately across the strings, the younger boy looked at her in amazement, in his eyes he had that characteristic gleam of an excited child.

She continued playing until the third part of the song and stopped, she was attracting attention in that place so she began to feel uncomfortable.

-That was great! -He moved even closer to her, almost invading her personal space. When she wanted to say something else, she ended up cursing before getting up and running away while shouting. -I'm late, mom's going to kill me! -When he got several meters away, he stopped and shouted at her, "My name is Heavy!

She just raised her hand as a goodbye while she watched him run, without a doubt he was someone strange, a little eccentric for her, but he didn't seem to be a bad person.

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¡if you have questions about this story or anything else don't hesitate to ask! i like to answer your questions!

#dee #glam #heavy #deexoc #dee x reader #metal family x reader #metal family #victoria #vicky #alinakovaleva

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sporadicbeans82 · 1 month

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Crack a Rib || Arsenal Women x Reader

Summary: You play through an injury, and some of your teammates (*ahem* Leah Williamson) aren't very happy with you.

Warnings: A swear word, mention of injury, unedited writing

Word count: 3.4k words

A/N: Wanted to get something out for tonight, and I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for the support on my last fic, I appreciate every single one of you :)

Playing professional football had always been some unattainable dream of yours. However, so had playing for Arsenal, your childhood club, both of which you were doing. You supposed you were achieving all of your dreams at this point, playing beside some of the biggest names that you’d grown up with and looked up to.

When you’d signed for the prestigious team over the Summer transfer window, you’d been extremely nervous. You hadn’t thought you were good enough to be a part of the team, and you’d been fearful that nobody liked you. On top of that, you were one of the younger members on the squad, and you’d been terrified of not fitting in.

However, all of your fears seemed to have been for nought, as you had become a part of the large family in record time. Soon enough, you’d adopt a “younger sister” role alongside Kyra Cooney-Cross and Victoria Pelova. The three of you were always playing pranks on each other and annoying your older teammates.

There were several videos circulating the internet of your various shenanigans, one of which contained you hanging from a metal pull-ups bar as though you were Spiderman, and Kim Little could be heard lecturing you from out of the frame.

As you’d gone to get down, your legs had slipped free of the bar and you’d cascaded down onto the ground with a cacophonous screech. Whoever had been recording– you were pretty sure it had been Kyra, had dropped the phone with how hard she’d been laughing and, as the phone screen cut out to blackness, you could hear Kim still lecturing you.

The video was, of course, one of many, and you’d seen several different edits that fans had made of you from that singular video. To say that you were soaking in the attention would be a severe understatement, and the original video never failed to make you laugh or smile whenever it happened upon your phone screen.

Throughout your time at Arsenal, you’d developed as both a person and a player. From someone who’d spent a large amount of their time on the bench to becoming a reliable substitute in the second-half of the game, your next goal was to gain a consistent position in the teams’ starting XI.

Now, however, you ran down the field, having been subbed on in the 62nd minute for Beth Mead. The match was against Ashton Villa and the two teams were tied at one point each, much to your disdain. You were determined to be the one who changed the scoreline, and the thought of getting a goal for the team spurred your legs on ever harder.

The roar of the crowd in Meadow Park echoed in your ears, and you quickened your pace as you received the ball from Leah Williamson. The weather hadn’t been in your favor that night, as it featured harsh, cold wind and rain. The pitch, therefore, was slippery and wet, causing you to slip as you pivoted and nearly lost your balance.

You could hear the wind whipping past your ears as you looked up, shifting your hips as you passed the ball over to another of your teammates who was open. Through the haze of rain and wind which pelted you, you could hardly see their face, but you thought that it was Kim Little.

You didn’t get the chance to see the ball go in, as just as the football left the inside of your boot, something collided with your front. The breath was knocked right out of you as you flew backwards, sent right off of your feet.

You swore you heard something crack as pain burst from your abdomen. You landed on your back, rolling once as you quickly attempted to get back up on your feet. Your brain had yet to catch up with what had happened, and you were still intent on scoring the goal that your team needed. You only made it onto one knee before you nearly fell forward from the pain.

Your arms circled your abdomen, breaths coming in wheezing rasps as you let a groan come out from your parted lips. Your chest hurt, and black spots danced before your vision as you desperately tried to blink it away. You hardly caught the voices which surrounded you as someone helped you to lay back onto the ground.

“Hey, you’re alright, take a breath.” You heard someone say– you thought it may have been Leah, but struggled to hear her over the pounding in your head. You felt almost nauseous as you fought to breath through the pain.

Each breath felt like you were being stabbed, but soon you were able to gather enough breath to speak. You focused your words to whoever’s face was leaning over your own– Caitlin Foord.

“Cait- Cait, did we score?” You asked, and you heard a few laughs at the question. Of course, the first thing you’d ask after being bodyslammed by a goalkeeper twice your size was football-related.

“Yeah, yeah we did! Nice pass, kid!” You heard someone else shout, and then heard a gasp.

“Don’t encourage her, Katie.” You heard Kim Little chastise the Irishwoman, and you coughed out a laugh which immediately sent you into another fit of pain. “Holy shit!” You cursed, barely able to get the words out. They came out as a wheeze, and you closed your eyes for a moment. You still had five minutes to go in the game, and however much would be added on in injury time. You knew that, even though your team had scored, Jonas had no subs left to use up.

Ignoring the medical staff member who was trying to assess you, you sat up. Immediately, you felt your ribs decline the movement in a way that had you swaying, although you were just sitting up. You grunted, and heard someone tell you to lay back down. You ignored it, though, as you used your eyes to look at the trainer.

“I’m good.” You said, and the medic gave you a look of utter disbelief.

“You need to be taken off.” They declared, and you were quick to shake your head.

“No, no I’m good. I just needed a moment, I promise,” As if to show off how good you really were, you stood up. The pain was awful, but you found that if you leaned into the pain and allowed your body to adjust to the way it smarted and ached and pinched, you could deal with it. “Seriously, I can continue.”

Your eyes met Leah’s, her blue eyes scrutinizing you as she looked you up and down.

“So… If I were to shove you in the stomach right now, you wouldn’t crumble down in pain?” Leah questioned, and you gave her a wild look.

“Of course I would, that’s a painful thing. Please don’t do that.” You answered, and Leah huffed out a breath. Then, she was giving a look to Kim as if to give her a shot at making you listen to reason.

You were walking away before your captain could get a word out. You made your way over to your position, eyes half-closed and ribs pounding in pain. You hadn’t even seen Villa’s goalkeeper coming and had had no time to brace for the impact of her fists against your ribs. You were sure that you’d cracked one or two, but the consequences of leaving the pitch instead of staying on and playing your role were too great for you.

You weren’t going to let Villa sneak in and draw or win the match. With that mentality in mind, you waited for the referee to start the game up again with a blow of her whistle.

The searing pain in your ribs had you stumbling around on the side of the field, and you could feel more than one watchful pair of eyes on your form. As the match peeled on, your breaths became harsher and harsher, despite the fact that you weren’t moving much.

You were simply glad that the ball never came to you, as it seemed your teammates were entirely too aware of your predicament. You knew that if you’d given Kim the time to lecture you, you probably would have been taken off of the pitch to be assessed. As it stood, however, you were left on.

You were okay until it was time for Arsenal to take a corner. Kyra was at the flag, ready to kick, and you felt someone’s hand on your hip as they marked you. You were in no shape to jump up and connect your head to the ball, and so you were glad to watch as it sailed far over your head and behind you. As you twisted, the pain which accompanied the movement nearly knocked you down onto your ass.

You sighted the football, however, as it ping-ponged between several different players' booted feet. The Villa players were having a hard time clearing their lines, and as the ball was knocked off of Leah’s thigh, it bounced down perfectly at your feet.

Moving purely on adrenaline, you tapped the ball and watched through tunneled vision as the football slid past the goalkeeper’s gloves and into the bottom left portion of the net. That seemed to be it for the Villa players, some of whom dropped to the ground defeatedly.

The crowd around you was loud, and one of your own teammates came to give you a gentle hug around your middle. You grit your teeth to fight off the pain that the action caused you as more of your teammates bunched around, hugging each other.

Normally, the Arsenal women would hug out the celebration. This time, however, their touches were soft, with most of the girls patting your head and uttering soft congratulatory phrases in your direction.

The game ended just as the ball was kicked back into play, something which you were incredibly grateful for as you folded in half. Your elbows met your knees as you tried to heave in a deep breath despite the protesting ache in your chest.

You felt someone’s hands on your waist, their touch beginning to lead you towards the sidelines.

“C’mon, you stubborn ass. Let’s go get you checked out.” You heard someone utter, and you figured it was Kyra.

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A few hours later found you laid down on Leah Williamson’s couch. You’d showered and now wore one of Leah’s old Arsenal hoodies and a pair of comfortable shorts.

The Lionesses’ captain refused to leave you out of her sight, now that they’d learned you’d broken your ribs and would be out for a couple of weeks due to the injury.

You’d been taken to the hospital to be assessed, as the medics were afraid that one of your ribs could have punctured something important in your body. Leah had insisted on coming with you, stating that you could hardly be trusted on your own. She wasn’t wrong.

Imaging results had confirmed that nothing had been damaged, other than your ribs, of which three had been broken. When you’d gotten your results back, Leah had rolled her eyes at you, and you knew you would have it in for your careless decision to play through your injuries.

You’d been driving for a few minutes when Leah spoke up.

“What you did was idiotic.” Leah said.

You nodded slowly, unsure as to how to approach the conversation. Leah seemed oddly calm as she drove, but you knew she was upset with you anyway.

“I know, but I don’t regret it.” You said, after a few awkward moments of silence.

“You should. You can’t play through pain and injury like that. You could have gotten seriously hurt.” Leah responded, voice having an edge to it now.

“But I didn’t!” You protested, and you heard Leah let out a huff of air.

“Not this time, no. What about next time? What if you had been more seriously injured? Do you have any idea how bad this could have been if one of your ribs had punctured your lungs? Your kidney? A blood vessel? People can die from those injuries, and you just played through it like it was no big deal? What if it had been worse? That was stupid, and you can’t do that or I will have you benched.” Leah’s voice was, somehow, still calm as she ranted, and you forced yourself to calm as well, before you said something that you would regret.

“But I wasn’t hurt that badly. People have played through broken ribs before, Lee. Hell, you would have played on your torn ACL if you could have, and you and I both know it,” you heard Leah start to protest, and cut her off before she could. “No, hear me out. You can’t treat me like a kid, because I’m not. Sure, I’m young, but I’m an adult at the end of the day. I know what I’m doing, and I know when to stop. I’m tough, Leah, you can’t just bench me because you disapprove of that.”

Leah allowed you to finish, and then she allowed the car to fall into silence again. You stared at the clock on the dash in the meantime, watching as one minute ticked by, then two. Finally, Leah spoke.

“You’re right– about being an adult. You are one, of course. You still have a lot to learn, though. We all know that you’re tough, you don’t need to put your health at risk to prove that to any of us. You should have allowed yourself to be taken off,” now, it was your time to try to protest, but a strict glare from Leah shut you up quickly. “You gave us the opportunity to score and get on top, and you should have trusted the team to maintain that lead. You risked your health and safety, and I will never be okay with that. No matter who it is, risking your health over the wellbeing of the team is never worth it. You should have been taken off, and I need you to promise me that you will start taking your health seriously from now on. If you are hurting, you will tell someone, and you will be taken off and checked out properly.”

“Leah-”

“No. Promise me, because we can’t have this happening again. You were hurt, and you could have made the injury more serious by continuing to play. Promise me.” Leah interrupted you, and you sighed. You knew that she was right, and while a part of you yearned to protest, you found yourself going along with it.

“Okay, I promise.” You sighed.

“What do you promise?” Leah prodded you.

“I promise to not risk my health for the team again.”

“Good.” Leah praised you, and you rolled your eyes.

The rest of the drive back to her place was silent. You didn’t even protest when she drove right past your house, knowing that she would be bringing you to hers instead so that she could look after you. This type of bond had developed when Leah had torn her ACL. You’d been by her side and had refused to leave, having played with her on the England Lionesses team.

Even though you’d played for another team, you made sure to check in with Leah throughout her recovery process. You’d dropped by whenever you could, and had sometimes stayed the night. Sure, you were several years younger than the woman, and could be immature at times, but you knew how damaging an injury could be– not just to the body, but to the mind and soul. You’d suffered a broken bone in one of your first professional games, and it had kept you out for several months. Your recovery and the complications which arose within it had been demoralizing, and you probably wouldn’t have made it through without your friends and family by your side.

Because of this, you always made sure to check in with your teammates and friends, especially when you knew that they were struggling or that they’d acquired an injury.

Even throughout your short time at Arsenal, you’d developed a reputation for doing just that. You checked in and hung out with many different members from Arsenal’s “ACL squad” and often made sure to make them smile and laugh with your antics and pranks.

Therefore, it probably shouldn’t have been a surprise that Leah’s house had been ransacked during your short stay at the hospital. Upon opening the door, several of your Arsenal teammates were wandering around the house.

Leah couldn’t bring it upon herself to keep the scowl on her face for long, especially as you two took in the players cuddled together on the various couches and seats in the living room. A movie was playing on Leah’s television– one of the Harry Potter movies, and several bowls of assorted snacks sat on the table.

Lia looked up guiltily at Leah when the two of you walked in, and you knew instantly that the Swiss International player was to blame for this entire thing.

“Welcome home?” Lia greeted, accented voice quiet and, albeit, a little nervous in the face of the grumpy English woman.

Before Leah could get a word out, you grinned.

“Aww, guys you shouldn’t have. I knew you loved me!” You spoke sarcastically, resulting in several different players yelling and laughing.

As you walked further into the room, you saw Kyra and Vic scooting aside, having saved a spot for you to lay down between them. Lia came up to you after you’d laid down between Vic and Kyra, your upper body propped up against Kyra while your legs had been picked up and put in Vic’s lap. The position was about as comfortable as it could have been with broken ribs.

Soon after you’d laid down, Lia was coming to check on you.

“How is your pain?” The girl asked, eyes focused on you in a concerned manner.

“I’m good,” you said, and you were. The pain medication that you’d been given was helping, and you didn’t feel like you were being stabbed in the chest with knives anymore… more like toothpicks.

The other woman nodded slowly. Then, Lia was lifting your jumper and placing a pack of ice on your skin, the ice wrapped by a thin towel to avoid putting it on your bare skin. You still jumped and groaned, causing pain to arc through the rest of your body like wildfire.

“Lia, don’t break her- oh, wait, she’s already broken!” Kyra couldn’t help but joke. If you’d been able, you would have elbowed the girl. As it was, someone else threw popcorn at the Aussie instead.

“Hey!” You heard Kyra shout as popcorn bounced off of her forehead.

Lia uttered an apology to you for causing you pain before stroking back some of the hair from your eyes. Then, the woman pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you smiled at her.

The Swiss woman made her way back to her spot next to Leah.

That was how you spent the rest of your night, bundled up and taken care of between Vic and Kyra. Later, Caitlin and Katie made an appearance, bringing even more snacks, and after that Laura, Lotte, Emily, and Alessia made an appearance as well.

Soon enough, the entire house was occupied by the entire team. The Arsenal women filled the area with laughs as they played board games and threw popcorn at each other, cuddled up and tired after the match.

You and Kyra and Vic would get up to your old antics, giggling and creating even more inside jokes– most of them revolving around your newly broken ribs.

The entire team would end up having a sleepover, and while Leah pretended to protest, you (and everyone else) could tell that it was just what she needed after the intense day that everyone had had.

You knew that the next few weeks would be a struggle as you recovered from your broken ribs. However, just like before, you were sure that you would be okay because every single person in the room would be by your side throughout your journey.

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jokingmisfit · 3 months

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Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

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You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen.

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

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we will always have summer ll m.s.

pairing: mick schumcher x verstappen!reader, max verstappen x sister!reader

warnings: just childhood friends to lovers, lots of cute fluff

summary: summers in the lake house have always been your favorite.

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a/n: i got this idea from a bunch of tiktoks about michael and jos being friends and teamates (x)(x)(x)

Summer 2005

It all really happened before you could even remember. Alcohol fueled jokes between parents while the kids ran around outside the summer lake house the two families called home for a couple weeks a year.

You were the youngest of the five children that ran through the house, sticking close to your mother for the most part. Your older siblings running off with the Schumacher children, Max and Mick racing each other everywhere, while Victoria and Gina would play on the giant metal swing set that sat in the back yard.

You were fine with sitting out on the activities, not wanting to race your brother or fight your sister over the swings, but Mick, sweet Mick, didn’t want you to feel left out. Every time the group would head out the door, Mick would make his way to you first, inviting you to come out with them, to which you would smile bashfully and shake your head, burying your face into your mothers’ side.

“She’s just shy, go on and play sweetheart.” Sophie would say, brushing your hair out of your eyes and urging Mick to go play.

Instead of running around outside, you would sit at the table with the adults, juice box in hand, and color, listening to the parents talk for hours. You would help the mothers prepare dinner in the kitchen, or mess around on the grand piano that sat in the family room.

Sometimes Mick would take a break from running around and join you in the family room, pressing random keys on the piano with you, or sneaking a cookie before dinner with your help.

These actions certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the parents, both mothers having caught Mick trying to sneak cookies, but letting him because of how cute the pair of you were.

The parents secretly placed bets that summer, sure that you two would get together, it was just a matter of when.

Summer 2010

Once again, the Verstappen and Schumacher families are in the lake house together. The house smells like sunscreen and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, with all the windows thrown open to let the lake breeze filter through the house.

You are sat at the grand piano once again, this time actually knowing a few pieces and not just random keys pressed in no certain order. Everyone else is outside on the patio or splashing in the lake.

You like these times, just you in the house, calmly practicing piano and enjoying the summer. Before long you are joined by a damp Mick, coming in from the lake.

“Sorry, don’t mind me.” He apologizes when you stop playing. You just laugh and go back to practicing, scooting over on the piano bench to let him sit by you.

“Wow, you’ve gotten good.” He compliments once you are finished.

“Thank you.” You blush at the compliment, turning your face away from him. “I started lessons back home.”

“I came in to see if you wanted to come join us.” He says, standing up from the bench. “We are going to do a fire tonight!”

You make your way outside with him, sitting beside your mother around the fire, Mick taking a seat beside you.

The night is one you will always remember, roasting s’mores on the fire, your family surrounding you, telling funny stories and enjoying the summer night. Mick offering you the marshmallows that he toasts to a perfect brown, making fun of your brother when he gets too impatient and continues to burn his.

Summer 2015

This summer is different in the lake house. The obvious lack of Schumacher presence weighing heavily on the house. The entire atmosphere has changed. The family has added two new people, your new baby sister and stepmother staying with you.

Your days are still spent pretty similar to the years in the past. You practice your piano in the morning while Max runs around the lake and Victoria lays on the lounger outside tanning. After the practice you make your way out to read by your sister. Max and your dad make their way to the lake later in the day, splashing you as they jump in.

Dinner is not as lively as it usually is, the usual conversations flowing around the table, the seat next to you where Mick would usually sit remains empty for the rest of the summer.

Mexican Grand Prix 2021 Friday

The sun is warm against your skin as you walk the paddock, your bag slung over your shoulder and your air pods in your ears. You had decided to join your brother in Mexico for the Grand Prix, it happened to be over you fall break from university, and you hadn’t seen him in a while, you both being busy.

It was Sergio’s home race, so Max had a few more things to do along with his normal media activities to let Checo do some special media activities. That left you alone on the paddock on Friday after practice.

Walking out of the Red Bull hospitality, you bump into a familiar face. Looking up to find Micks smiling face looking back down at you.

You hadn’t seen him in person since that last year at the lake house, instead keeping up with each other over Instagram posts and race results. With everything that happened, it just became too much to keep in touch, you with university and him with racing.

A million memories flood into your mind as you look up at the youngest Schumacher. Memories of the lake house, and sitting in the family room together, sharing stories about school and racing.

You don’t know what to say to him, momentarily starstruck as you look into the clear blue eyes of your childhood friend.

“Y/N!” Mick is also clearly surprised to see you, although it doesn’t mean he isn’t happy to. He hasn’t seen you face to face in over five years, and seeing you again sparks something in him.

“Mick, hi, hey.” You stutter over what to say, the sound of his name rolling of your tongue causing Mick to blush a light shade of pink.

“What brings you to Mexico?” Mick cringes as he asks it, obviously you were here for the Grand Prix. “I mean, don’t you have university?”

“I’m on break.” You smile up at him. “Came to support Max.”

“Yeah, of course.” He doesn’t want the conversation to be over, he doesn’t want you to leave. “Want to walk with me?”

“Of course.” You answer, motioning for him to lead the way.

He leads you around to all of the garages, neither one of you really paying attention to where you are going, keeping up conversation over what had happened while you hadn’t seen each other.

Before the two of you know it, it is getting late, and everyone is leaving to get ready for qualifying the next day.

You bid Mick goodbye once he walks you back to the Red Bull garage, not wanting the walk or conversation to be over.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” You sigh, looking between Mick and where Checo and Max are standing just inside the garage.

Mick wants to kiss you right then and there, watching you frown at saying goodbye for the night. He instead settles for a quick hug, knowing that your brother is watching the pair of you.

You offer Mick a quick kiss on the cheek, turning to head towards the Red Bull drivers so you can get a ride back to the hotel from your brother.

Max is busy glaring at the young Schumacher as Mick watches you walk away, a dorky smile plastered on his face.

“Max?” You snap him out of his glaring match with Mick. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my stuff.”

Mexican Grand Prix 2021 Sunday

Qualifying is average enough, Max starting from third. The race itself has you sitting on the edge of your seat.

You always got anxious when your brother was on the track, knowing how dangerous the sport was, but watching him and Lewis Hamilton battle for positions always made you anxiously chew on your lip.

Mick’s crash and subsequent DNF was also a disappointment to watch. His crash causing you to hold your breath as you waited to see him get out of the car, to know he was okay.

You wanted to go to the Haas garage to see him, but you decided to give him some space, and wait until your brother was safely back into the garage.

Once you see Max cross the finish line in first, you can finally let out a breath of relief, watching as Lewis crosses not to long after.

You are making your way out of the Red Bull hospitality before you can even congratulate Max, walking towards the Haas garage, hoping to find the young Schumacher.

Mick is standing just inside the garage, frustration evident on his face as he talks with who you assume is his race engineer. He spots you as you make your way into the garage, the orange baseball cap you have on sticking out in the sea of white, red, and blue.

A smile makes its way onto his face as he makes eye contact with you, his engineer seeing his change in expression and excusing himself.

You make your way toward the blonde driver, bright smile on your face as you offer him a hug. He accepts the hug, falling into your arms and sighing.

“I’m sorry about your DNF.” You comfort him. “I know it sucks.”

He just shakes his head, hugging you a little tighter. Everyone in the garage looks on with curious eyes, never really seeing Mick like this.

“Want to get out of here?” You ask, knowing that most of his post-race activities are already over with.

“Where do you have in mind?”

And with that you are leading him out of the paddock and towards the car you had driven there that morning.

The two of you end up further into the city, walking around with each other, never running out of things to talk about.

Conversation flows easily between you, Mick eventually taking ahold of your hand as the two of you walk the streets of Mexico City.

Its nearly 10 by the time you get back to the hotel, a smile plastered on both of your faces, neither on of you wanting the night to end.

“I have to tell you something.” Mick says, a nervous tone in his voice, as you make your way to the elevator.

“Go ahead.”

“I had the biggest crush on you as a kid.” He says, looking down at his feet. “That’s why I always would come and listen to you play piano. I thought that you were the prettiest girl in the whole world. I still do.”

You are left speechless at his confession. You are still processing his words when the elevator doors slide open on your floor. Neither one of you makes a move to get out.

“I always liked you too, Mick.” You finally snap out of your stunned silence. “Why do you think I helped you sneak so many cookies?”

He lets out a laugh at your words, taking a step closer to you in the small elevator.

“Can I kiss you.” He asks, brushing a fallen piece of your hair out of your eyes.

“Of course.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, his soft lips are on yours. His hands placed on the side of your neck, as your own make their way up to cradle his cheek.

You kiss until you physically have to pull away to get a breath. His cheeks are flushed a bright red, and you’re sure yours are as well.

“Do you wanna come in?” You ask, nodding down the hall to where your room is. “I don’t want this night to end.”

“Sure.” Mick smiles at you. “As long as you let me take you out on a date.”

“Of course, Mick.” Your smile somehow gets even bigger as the words leave his mouth.

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British Grand Prix 2022

The last eight months had been pure bliss for you and Mick, a honeymoon phase, one you kept just between yourselves. You never meant to keep your relationship a secret for as long as you have, but you never found the right time to tell everyone. Eventually you just decided to get it over with, wanting to share your very happy relationship with both of your families.

That’s how you found yourself walking hand in hand through the paddock with Mick, a blue Haas cap placed on your head. When you walk past the Red Bull garage Max does a double take looking up from where him and his engineer are going over race date.

His dropped jaw is what alerts Checo and everyone else in the garage of what is happening, everyone silently watching you and Mick walk past.

Max is tattling on you before you can even leave his sight, his phone in his hand as he texts your mother and sister about what he just saw, snapping a blurry picture to send as well.

By the time you make it to the Haas garage, your mother has passed along the photo Max took to Mick’s mom, both mothers over the moon that their kids had finally seen what they saw for the last two decades.

Corinna is up and greeting you both with a hug and many “I knew it” muttered.

“Oh, I just knew you two would get together!” She says as she pulls away from hugging you. “Your father owes me and your mom 50 bucks!”

“Wait you guys placed bets on when we would get together?” Mick’s eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at his mom who is gushing about how adorable you look together.

“Of course.” She says it as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. “We place those bets when you guys were still too young to even know what love is.”

By the end of the race weekend both of your mothers are 50 dollars richer, and Max has had a little too much fun giving Mick the “break her heart, I break your legs” speech.

All is good as you start the summer break with your boyfriend and your family, finally returning to the lake house where it all started with Mick.

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iamforsaken · 1 year

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HELLO WELCOME TO SELF INDULGENT STUFF DO NOT EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO RELATE TO THESE THINGS…..

DEE X SCEMO! READER

It is going to be so weird to write this since whenever I say “you” I am referring to myself because this is just me inserting myself into this.

OKAY.

The way you met him was probably through music… he noticed you had a band T-shirt on from a band he liked or he could hear your music through your headphones….

If you were to ever ask for his service for a test or homework he would take that as a chance to say something to you. Probably something like “20% off for a fan of *INSERT BAND HERE*”

Starting from there he would start talking to you about different bands and stuff, shows you liked, ect.

You two got along well as both of you had semi-unusual styles…

If there was to be a “meet the family” situation here is how different members of the family would react to you:

Glam: unfazed…. during dinner he would just go ^_^

Heavy: He would DEFINITELY jokingly make fun of your music taste and call you some stupid nicknames… alas…

Victoria: Depending on your interests she could react in many different ways… but in general she would see that Dee likes you and see you as good enough.

OKAY BACK TO DEE. If you were to ever force him to watch Invader Zim he would probably roll his eyes and make jokes about it being immature…. but he would be intrigued. Heavy would inevitably interrupt to see what you were watching which would lead to Dee turning it off…

Since nu metal and screamo music share a bunch of traits it is likely that you two would share music recommendations and listen to music together!!! ^_^

If you two went to the same school it would be likely for you to be known as the “weird couple” which is honestly stupid but High school is high school.

THAT IS ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW!!! *PLEASE* SEND IN MORE REQUESTS!!! THIS LACK OF REQUESTS IS TEARING ME APART!!!

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Ok has anyone seen Metal Family on YouTube it is my favorite thing in the world…….. in which I have many Eddie x reader ideasss….please tell me either here’s or at @sugarsfics if I should write a fic on these concepts

Like I could easily make and Eddie x Reader out of Glam and Victoria. Eddie the unstable metal head who all has eyes for the reader. He is normally happy and goes with the flow but the moment someone tries to mess with his family he goes off. The reader is this badass chick who has a resting bitch face who only knows how to handle problems with their fists but only has a soft spot for her man, Eddie. The moment someone talks bad about Eddie reader sees red. The reader is a little slow at times and gets mad very easily but Eddie is patient, sometimes reader is trying to do something but it is just not going their way so Eddies secretly steps in to helps reader thinks they fix the problem on their own and Eddie will praise them as if they did but would never tell the reader the truth.

Orrrrrr

Reader and Eddie meet like Glam and Ches/Chive did. Reader has been working all their life to get into the music school trying to follow the path her family wants her to have. Then they meet Eddie, the trailer park trash (I am sorry I don’t mean it :( ) then get mad when he get a better score them them. Queue academic rivals/enemies to lovers.

Orrrrrrr

Something similar to Dee and Liff. Eddie who has this bad boy vibe to him very sarcastic and quick witted, so basically himself, but with his crush, the reader, and his brain turns into mush. So then if finally tried to ask out or talk to reader and Dustin or Steve ruin the moment much like Heavy did to Dee.

I have so many ideas…..

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meow-town · 2 years

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Finished!!!! (My art is bad, and I’m fairly new to digital art, so let me down slowly)

And as promised, a pair of HCs to go along with it!

Metal Family Halloween HCs! (General and x Reader)

-Dee acts like he doesn’t like dressing up, but he gets really into it. He was that one kid who always had the best, most original, most niche costumes (and you could always tell his parents would help him). He went as Cthulhu for Halloween once when he was 6 and he just looked adorable <333

-He really enjoys scary movies and actually doesn’t get easily spooked by them too, he crapped his pants watching Insidious though. He’s one of those people who reminds themselves that it’s not real, and it actually works for them.

-Doesn’t like gummies, just hard candies and chocolate bars. He thinks gummies are too sweet. So instead of trick or treating, he just goes out and buys a whole bag just for himself. (Also he thinks he’s way too old to go trick or treating) Much prefers handing out candy to the neighborhood kids in matching costumes with you, you were Victor and Emily from the Corpse Bride that year.

-Heavy is just in it for the candy, and he likes seeing black cats pop up on his instagram during October times. He also likes scary mazes and all that kind of stuff. Doesn’t mind dressing up and likes doing Halloween escape rooms with his friends. He’s the type of person who likes getting scared.

-Although Heavy has a huge thing for overly obscene Halloween masks, he loves the classic werewolf look. With his flannel and clip on cat ears. Dee always teases him saying he looks like a furry 😭

-Heavy will always join people to watch creepy movies, even if he watches them through the spaces in between his fingers. He’ll have his chest puffed out and say he doesn’t get scared easily, only to not be able to watch Chucky. Put on the most disturbing documentary about a serial killer who never got caught, and he’ll watch happily. Now, put on a crappy horror movie with the least scary antagonist you’ve ever seen, and he won’t be able to finish it. Unless of course, you’re there for him to cling onto at every screamer on your movie nights.

-Glam goes crazy on decoration and the spooky shit. I mean, his house has a replica of a ram’s skull on it. And that’s on during the whole year. He has impeccable taste in decoration, my man isn’t going to settle for plastic jack o lanterns scattered across his lawn, no.

-He will sculpt entire statues for Halloween, he’s good at everything so-

-Sculptures of fallen angels, imps, headless horsemen, characters from Lovecraft… He is also a big fan of fancy candles! He’ll have electric ones out on the orch to prevent fires, but inside the house he’s got tons of them. In really nice scents, as well. During Halloween season, the whole house smells of smoked sandalwood and lotus.

-Speaking of what Halloween season is to Glam, he puts up decorations as soon as September rolls around. It’s his favourite time of year. He also likes wearing cozy wool sweaters. Likes it even more when you’re piled on top of him with a weighted blanket, stroking your hair lovingly.

-He loves the history of Halloween but strongly dislikes the marketisation of it all.

-Victoria doesn’t have much of an opinion on it, but she enjoys watching scary movies with the family. For two reasons, they’re like the perfect date night movies for her and Glam, and because she loses her shit watching Heavy’s reactions.

-Victoria has this habit of going through Heavy’s collection of Halloween masks. She’ll scare the kids every chance she gets with them, spooking them whenever they turn a corner. Don’t worry though, she wouldn’t dare to scare you, she wouldn’t want to submit you to the Jigsaw mask Heavy has dug away in the attic.

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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years

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Heavy: Hey Y/N? Could I get some dating advice? Y/N: Listen dude, just cause I’m with your brother doesn’t mean i know how tf I did it

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addictedtopizzarolls · 11 months

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Hello, as you can see, I write for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and probably Metal Family. Requests are always open.

Characters I write for

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor

Husk

Niffty

Arackniss

Molly

Sir Pentious

Baxter

Cherri Bomb

Mimzy

Rosie

The 3 V's

Helluva Boss:

Blitzo

M and M

Loona

Mrs. Mayberry

Verosika Mayday

The Cherubs

Striker

Stella

Stolas

Metal Family:

Glam

Victoria

Dee

Heavy (platonic)

Chive

Lydia

What I will write:

Romantic and Platonic relationships

Poly relationships

Fluff

Angst

Gore

LGBTQ+

Character x reader

What I won't write:

Fetishes

Pedophilia

Things that supports self harm, sui*ide, or homophobia

Character x character

Character x OC

NSFW

R*pe

That's about it. I might add more, but, yeah.

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drenix004 · 11 months

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Blue | Dee [02]

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, sex among others, if you do not feel like it!

rating: 18+

pairings: Dee x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

-I have the slightest hope that your tiny brain has learned everything. -Lena looked at her indignantly.

They were both standing in front of the school, attracting the attention of some who had arrived early, one for her gothic-vintage attire and the other for wearing clothes that didn't fit the place or the moment.

-I'll surprise you what I can do when there's weed involved," she crossed her arms, her chest heaving.

-I told you to come more demurely," she sighed as she received more attention, especially from the hormonal teenagers who wouldn't take their eyes off the older girl. All she wanted was to go unnoticed, was that too much to ask?

-It's the best I could find in my closet.

The younger girl touched the bridge of her nose, gathering all the patience she had. And come on, this morning she had woken up in a bad mood and to top it off she hadn't eaten a bite. Who wouldn't be mad at her for not eating?

Bringing a low-cut mini-dress and heels is not the most appropriate attire for a school, you idiot.

-What a sourpuss you are, you're going to die alone," she ignored what he said, the younger girl stuck out her middle finger. Let's go, the faster we get in, the faster we can get out and I'll go smoke my joints.

Lena went ahead, being followed by the younger one, who had some distance. A grimace appeared from time to time whenever the older one smiled and winked flirtatiously at the teenagers who were watching her.

The whispers were not long in coming, and soon word began to spread that a sexy woman in somewhat revealing clothing-a bit of an exaggeration, but it was the hormonal ones who exaggerated things-was walking the halls.

-How awful, how could anyone come in those clothes, she looks like a tramp," whispered one fifty-something lady to another, oh yes, there were also certain horny teachers, they were the ones who exaggerated things the most.

Lena heard such a whisper so she stopped walking and turned to the two women, a strange smile appeared on her face as she approached.

-Careful with what you're going to say," warned the blue-haired woman, she didn't want any mistakes, more than the ones she already had so far.

-I only intend to speak civilly-she passed by her side, standing in front of the two teachers-Good day ladies, unfortunately your vain attempt at whispering reached my ears and I only have two things to say. First, if your time is past, that's not my problem," the women opened their mouths indignantly, "and second, whether or not I'm a tramp is none of your business, you envious bitches.

Lena went back on her way with a smile on her face, the blue-haired woman followed her again in silence, a silence that lasted for a few minutes until they finally reached the secretary, who told them that they would be with the rector in a few minutes.

-I come back and repeat: I hope you've learned everything-Lena rolled her eyes, fed up with the subject.

-You worry too much," she grabbed the younger girl's nose, who slapped her away, "a good sex would take away your stress.

-Tsk, don't touch me," she snorted. Lena giggled as she managed to irritate the blue-haired girl, took out the file she kept between her breasts and began to shape her nails. It was better to concentrate on that than to engage in further conversation with the contrary for the simple fact that it made her a nuisance to have to listen to her comments full of irony, sarcasm and above all cruelty.

He was a little devil, a little blue devil.

-You can go on now, it's that door," announced the gray-haired man, who had served them before, pointing to the second door to the left of where they were. They both thanked, getting up from where they had been waiting, when the youngest was about to knock on the door, Lena had gone ahead opening the door, entering while earning a bad look.

Good morning…-the rector, who should not be more than forty-eight years old, stared at them when he took his eyes off the computer- Ladies-cleared his throat-I am Gregori Volkov.

For the youngest did not go unnoticed the look the man gave to Lena, she narrowed her eyes looking at the slightly nervous behavior of the man, besides the rare tension that was placed.

Between them something was going on and for some reason she didn't like it, she felt that trouble was coming, trouble that would most likely give her migraines.

And she hated migraines, she hated them with all her being.

-I'm already regretting this," she muttered under her breath. Lena had pulled her out with the excuse that she had to talk adult things with Gregori.

Something was definitely going on between those two and that could mean trouble.

She sat in the chairs outside as she watched the others walk by, each time they looked at her she gave her a death glare back causing them to quickly move away.

She was in no mood to socialize.

She stared somewhere on the floor deep in her thoughts of how to survive the prison called high school.

What if she studied virtually? She wouldn't have to socialize or make excuses for missing or arriving with injuries to classes. That sounded like a great idea, a wonderful idea.

But… She had made a promise, and she kept them, well, tried to keep them in most cases.

Why commit to something you know you're not going to keep? Then they would look bad and ironically promise not to fail again when they clearly did.

Was it some kind of psychological masochism? Feeling bad about not following through, but still doing it. It seemed like an irresistible plan calling you to continue that endless cycle of promise-deception.

Or was she being extreme? Maybe she was, but she was sure the painful emotions she felt when they did the same to her were real, very real to the point of leaving her with a crisis. heck, that's where her distaste for promises came from.

Ah, the human and his double standard behavior with its selfish touch, maybe everyone deep down was a psychopath, that would explain why the world is the way it is.

It was an easy choice for something so complicated.

-So if you came! -she snapped out of her thoughts when she recognized that voice. -I left my house earlier to see if I could find you! Even my parents and brother were surprised-ah, it was the red-headed blabbermouth from the other day, what had he said his name was?

The redhead sat next to her, prattling on about how her routine had been that morning-difficult, to be sure, to get there earlier.

She wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, she was more focused on remembering his name. Her eyebrows were furrowed because she couldn't remember his name? She had a good memory and the word metal echoed in her head. She remembered that his name started with h.

His mind soon clicked, there was a genre of Metal that started with h, and it was heavy.

-Heavy-the name coming from his lips stopped whatever the redhead was saying.

You remembered! -she smiled to such an extent that her cheeks hurt- Dee was teasing that you wouldn't remember my name- well, it wasn't too far from the truth.

-Yes.

-You don't have anyone to show you around, do you? -Heavy answered for her, "I can help you, I wouldn't mind skipping physics class, that old lady hates me.

He chattered again without letting her talk, so she resigned herself, listening to the incoherent things he said, he was someone weird, but it was also nice to listen to him from time to time, especially for those crazy stories they said.

"Promise me you'll try to have a normal life" the memory of that conversation came to his mind.

He looked at Heavy again, maybe it's not all that bad, just maybe.

"I promise."

The door next to him finally opened, Lena stepped out smiling before approaching.

-Oh, so you've already made a friend. -he touched her head to tease her- I thought with that sour old face you won't even get the time of day.

She slapped his hand to stop him from touching her.

-Anyway, it's all settled now. We'll talk at home -she emphasized the last word- have fun in this jail. She winked at the red-haired man, who looked at her strangely, before returning to where they had entered.

-What a strange woman? -The redhead broke the silence, "Is she your mother?

-No.

She answered firmly, life had spared her from being the daughter of that crazy woman, although her mother was not exactly the best figure.

-Here again, boy? -The Rector came out of the office seconds later. -What did you do this time?

What did you do this time? -protested the freckled one, "I haven't done anything? Not yet.

The man sighed before looking at the blue-haired girl.

-Take her to room 3-c for her chemistry class. - He pointed at Heavy-and I don't want to hear about you skipping physics class again.

He walked back into the office.

-Damn it! -he grumbled before looking at her-at least you're in Dee's classroom. Come on, it's not too far.

Heavy grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him, explaining to her where certain classrooms, the bathrooms, the courtyard and the cafeteria were. She didn't complain, just let him guide her.

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¡if you have questions about this story or anything else don't hesitate to ask! i like to answer your questions!

#dee #glam #heavy #victoria #romance #metal family x reader #metalfamily #deexoc #dee x reader #rock #heavy metal #metal

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years

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The Right Chapter 23 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

hello my loves! Some of you may have already seen this, but I have news! This fic is officially complete. There are thirty chapters, so you still have seven left after today’s update. I’ll be keeping the usual Tuesday/Saturday posting schedule, so you have a month left of updates.

Now that I am done drafting this fic, my requests will be open while I begin to bank up new chapters of the Hotch x Reader Scandal!AU that I plan to write next. Please send in requests here. I would also LOVE if you could fill out this survey about the Scandal!AU so I can get a sense of what you all would like. I will make sure to write it in a way that makes sense, even if you haven’t seen Scandal!

As always, thanks so much for reading, y’all are just the best.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: canon-typical descriptions of violence, cursing, hospital mention

wordcount: 2.3k

A little while later, Hotch sends JJ and Emily to the school to interview the classmates of the students who had been murdered, and you and Morgan head off to the medical examiner’s office.

“Find anything interesting in the calls from the tip line?” Morgan asks you as he pulls out of the parking lot, and you shrug.

“I need to go back through my notes. There were a couple kids' names that came up, but I want to go back and cross check for the names that came up more than once-- i figure if the name only comes up once, it’s kids pranking each other and I don’t want to waste our time on dead ends. Garcia’s looking into a teacher for me, though.”

“We just need a couple more puzzle pieces, and then it’ll all come together,” Derek says, more to himself than to you, and you murmur out your agreement as he pulls into the examiner’s office.

“Cause of death for Mrs. Mack and Mrs. Sutton was a gunshot wound to the neck. The daughters, to the abdomen,” the doctor says, passing over her report. “The men were all strangled. The boys by hand, the men with a garrote.”

“Any idea what order they were killed in?” You asked.

“My guess is the women first, one right after the other. Then the sons, and the husbands.”

“How did he stop the husbands from taking him down while he killed the sons?” Morgan asks skeptically.

The medical examiner points out a bruise on Mr. Sutton’s skull. “Looks like he was knocked unconscious, maybe by the butt of the gun or something in the home.” She explains.

“Thank you,” you said to the medical examiner, who smiled and left you both to your work.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Morgan asks you.

“White man in his twenties or thirties, snubbed by a woman he desired for another man, taking out the families he’s convinced he’ll never have?”

“Call Hotch,” he said, taking off at a brisk pace back towards the car and trusting you to follow. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and discovered that Garcia was already calling you.

“Hi Garcia, can you patch Hotch in?” You asked.

“Already here bug, and trust me, you’re gonna want to hear this.” She told you, and you put the phone on speaker so Morgan could listen in while he drove.

“What did you find, Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“So, I looked into Marc Vexper, and it turns out this long-term English sub has something to hide-- he didn’t make a single card purchase on either day that he was out, and his phone was completely off from the moment he stepped off the school’s campus to the time he returned.”

“Morgan and I are just leaving the medical examiner’s office now-- Marc fits the profile to a tee.” You interject.

“Oh but wait, the high school of horrors doesn’t end there,” Garcia warns you. “I took a peek at Marc’s texts looking for clues about his whereabouts, and I noticed some too-friendly chats with Victoria Sullivan, a student in his AP Literature class. Her phone was on both days, and I’ll give you one guess as to where she was both days-- and it wasn’t school.”

“You’re kidding,” Morgan sighs out.

“So did he groom Victoria into doing it herself, or was she an accomplice?” Hotch asked.

“The men were strangled, Aaron. There’s no way she could have done that herself.” You tell him.

“We need an address, Penelope.” Hotch demands.

“Already on your phone. The station’s closest.” She tells you.

“We’ll meet you there.” Hotch says, and the line clicks.

In a routine you’ve performed too many times to count, Morgan flicks on the lights and sirens as you mount your phone with the GPS sending you in the right direction. It’s all the same as it usually is, so why are you so nervous?

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Hotch elects not to put on his lights and sirens as he approaches Mr. Vexper’s house, not wanting to alert him that anyone had found him out. There are two cars in the driveway-- a modest sedan with a few dings in it, and a shitbox of an old jeep with a parking permit for the local high school on the back bumper.

“The girl is here-- she might be a hostage.” Hotch tells Spencer, who nods. “We need to be careful. There’s no need for any other kids to lose their lives,” he says, quietly opening up his car door and gesturing for Spencer to take a back entrance while he takes the front. He climbs the worn wooden steps and peeks into the window, seeing nothing before he takes one hand off of his gun to swing open the front door of the home, where he’s met face to face with the Victoria Sullivan, standing on the main stairway of the home, gun leveled square at the middle of his forehead.

“Victoria, put the gun down,” Hotch says slowly, raising his own hands as a sign of good faith. “I’m here to help you. Where’s Marc?”

Before Victoria can answer, Hotch hears the woosh of metal in the air and feels an overwhelming crack in his legs, falling to the ground as he yelps in pain.

“Run, Vicky! You know where to go!” Marc yells, and the girl disappears from Hotch’s blurring line of vision as March continues to beat on Hotch with a crowbar, stomping on his legs.

Hotch vaguely hears Spencer's running footsteps, and Marc takes off, running in the same direction as Victoria.

Spencer falls to the ground next to Hotch, attempting to gently tend to his injuries, but Hotch weakly waves him off.

“Go, go, save the girl, he’ll kill her next. I’m okay. Go,” he coughs out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Spencer goes.

Hotch groans as he gropes around in his pants pocket, pulling out his cell phone and calling Garcia.

“I need help,” he says once the line clicks.

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If Aaron lived through this, you were going to kill him yourself. You knew you were being irrational, you knew it wasn’t his fault, and worst of all you know that he hadn’t even done something you could be mad at him for, like going in without backup. This was just the job. This just happened sometimes. And you were absolutely fucking livid that it was happening to him. Not to mention scared shitless.

Morgan had pumped the gas as soon as Garcia called, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger seat.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Morgan attempted to placate you, but you wouldn’t have it.

“You don’t know that,” you spat out.

“He’s tough. He’s got a lot to stick around for. He’s gonna be okay,” He tells you, and this time you don’t argue.

When you finally pull up to the house, Aaron is on a stretcher being loaded onto an ambulance. You throw yourself out of the SUV before it’s even fully stopped, calling out for Aaron.

“I’m okay,” he sputters out as you climb into the back of the ambulance.

“No you aren’t, you asshole,” you scoffed at him, your voice a little watery. “Tell the paramedics what happened so they can help you,” you said, stroking at the hair at the top of his head as your chin quivered.

“Don’t cry,” he says, reaching up for you and you see that his hands are bloody.

“Shh, shhh. Don’t worry about me. Let them help you,” you calmed him down, trying not to let your tears interrupt the medics when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness.

Aaron will live, and you suppose you won’t follow through on your threats to kill him. Once he’s in the hospital, they wheel him back to a restricted area, leaving you alone in a waiting room while the rest of the team finds the unsub. You call Jess, let her know what’s going on, but ask that she keep it from Jack until you’re back in the room with him and Hotch is able to talk to Jack himself. You didn’t want Jack to worry, and you knew that Aaron’s assurance that he was fine was the only comfort Jack would accept.

After a while-- it could have been thirty minutes or three hours, Emily appears in the waiting room..

“I was appointed to come check on you,” she says by way of greeting. “Have you seen him yet?”

“Not since they took him out of the ambulance. He looked… bad,” you struggle to find a word that explains the magnitude of it.

“He’s gonna be fine. No gunshot wounds, just some nasty bruises. I’m sure it looked worse than it actually was.” She consoles you gently.

“I hope you’re right.”

At that moment, a doctor appears in the doorway. “For Agent Hotchner?” He asks, and you walk over to him.

“I’m Aaron’s partner,” you explain, the word “girlfriend” feeling entirely too childish for the scenario.

“Agent Hotchner is going to be just fine. His left leg is fractured slightly at the femur and the kneecap, but we’ve put him in a brace to stabilize the knee, and he should recover over the next eight to twelve weeks. He’ll need some physical therapy, and field work is out of the question until he is cleared, but he’ll make a full recovery. He has a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs, but we’ve given him some meds for the pain and the concussion shouldn’t present any further complications.”

No field work. Aaron was going to be pissed. “Thank you, doctor.” You said gratefully.

“He’s been asking for you, if you’d like to follow me,” The doctor responds, and you allow him to lead you down a maze of hallways, leaving you just outside Aaron’s room, where his eyes are shut and his chest rises and falls slowly. Figures, you were sure he’d been up all night running through profiles in his head.

You sat on his right side, away from his injured leg, and rested your head against his mattress, near his hip bone. He looked so fragile like this, wrapped up in a thin blanket and a johnny, bandaged from his collar bone to his toes. You wondered, briefly, if he felt this helpless and frustrated the night that he picked you up from your old apartment. The tears well up against your will, but you allow them to fall, for a few moments. You had earned the right to care for him, to worry about him, to fret. You had earned the right to sit vigil at his hospital bed and try to force images of a lifetime lived without him to stop passing through your head.

Aaron stirred, and you sucked in a quick breath, not wanting to wake him. He settled, again, and you rested your head back against the mattress, letting the gentle rhythm of his breath lull you to sleep.

He twitches a little while later, and the sudden movement jolts you awake. His return to the waking world is slower, and you let him come at it at his own pace, not wanting to overwhelm him when he was probably already going to be in pain and disoriented. You hear him mumble out your name and you stand, placing one hand on his cheek and the other in his uninjured palm.

“I’m right here, baby,” you whispered to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to look you up and down without moving his neck.

“Am I--” you chided gently. “Honey, I’m fine. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

“My leg,” he tells you, trying to sit up, but you push back on his shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” you tell him. “You broke your leg. You are staying in this bed until a doctor tells you otherwise.”

“Fuck,” Aaron muttered out. Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. “Is Spencer okay? And the girl, Victoria Sullivan?”

“The team took them both alive. Spencer is fine, just a little breathless from his run.” You tell him.

“When is it gonna heal?” He switches topics back to his injury.

“You mean, when are you going to be allowed into the field again?” You asked skeptically, and he at least has the good grace to look sheepish. “Not for at least six weeks, more than likely closer to ten, plus physical therapy.”

“God damnit,” Aaron sighs.

“It could have been a lot worse, Aaron,” you point out softly, and he looks up at you.

“You’ve been crying.” He says softly.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Don’t lie to a profiler,” He chides you gently.

“Well, I’m the woman who loves you and I’ve earned the right to cry when you’re hurt.” You said defensively, but not unkindly.

“Hey, I’m okay. Really, I swear. Come up here,” he urges you, and you roll your watery eyes.

“I’ll hurt you,” you tell him.

“You’ll hurt me worse if you don’t come cuddle,” he pouts.

“Corny bastard,” you chuckle, tenderly sliding into bed next to him.

Unable to shift and cuddle, Aaron settles for reaching out for your hand, which you allow him to take in his own. He strokes his thumb over the back of your palm tenderly.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers, and you might start crying again right there.

“Don’t do it again. I was ready to kill you myself,” you warned him.

“Noted.”

“We should call Jack. I didn’t tell him what was going on, I didn’t want to scare him. Jess knows.”

“I just… want to hold your hand for a couple more minutes.”

“Okay, love. A few more minutes.”

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sister-morticia · 3 years

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The Night We Met (Eric Draven x Reader)

IM BAAACK, here have some fluffy Eric x Reader

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

This one is for you, darling! So sorry it took me so long to get this out <3

Halloween, 1993

Y/N watches on as Eric strides out of the bathroom, steam curling from his skin, his hair damp. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he looks over to his wife, smiling ear to ear.

“We mustn’t keep them waiting, darling,” Y/N coos as she fits an earring snuggly at her lobe, pushing the long red strands of her wig from her face. “They’ve been looking forward to this all year.” A smile echoes on her lips when she hears her husband’s amused chuckle from behind her. She feels his warm arms encase her and she melts into the touch, closing her eyes for a fleeting moment.

“You look blue,” he murmurs against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. He stifles his laugh against her skin and pulls her close to him. She is, of course, painted head to toe in blue body paint. She rolls her doe eyes at his bad joke and pulls away from him to add the finishing touches to her costume. She dabs more black gloss to her lips as she traces tip of her eyeliner in cross-stiches along her mouth and manages to say, “Are you going to get into that suit or am I going to have to stitch you into it?”

Eric is already at the other side of the vanity, pulling on a black shirt. His black and white striped suit hangs on the doorknob, ghostly still. He pulls his hair back from his face, considers his profile a moment and clicks his tongue in confirmation. He slides into the suit with ease as Y/N watches on in amused admiration and begins working on his make-up. He starts the cross-stitches along either side of his mouth to match Y/N’s, a perfect pairing of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. His suit jacket clung to his frame perfectly too, and Y/N stood mouth open at the sight of him.

“Oh, Eric!” she squeals, “They’re just going to love it!” She plants a kiss on his pale cheek and claps her hands in excitement as she hurries down the staircase to where their children wait in anticipation.

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They make their grand entrance hand in hand. Y/N’s gown is a breathtaking assemble of patchworks the shades of a pastel rainbow and Eric’s resembles a well-dressed skeleton, elegant and composed. Eric’s smile warms at the sight of Elijah and June dressed in their own little costumes. Elijah had insisted on Dracula, while June had proudly announced her plans to transform into Victoria Everglot from The Corpse Bride. They are all beautiful like this. Together.

Eric kneels down and opens his arms wide, receiving his little girl first as she giggles against him. “And who’s this little princess?” he says sweetly, looping his arm around her before planting a small kiss against her soft ashen hair.

June slips her fist between her teeth and begins to mouth at it. “Daddy!” she exclaims, playfully pushing at his shoulder, “I’m not a princess, I’m a corpse bride!” Eric chuckles and releases her to her mother, while his eyes move to the sight of his son, fearsome and a gothic’s dream child. Elijah’s little fangs hang low from his bottom lip and he gives a small hiss and raises claw-like fingers against the shadows, earning a dramatic shriek from his mother.

“Oh no! It’s Count Dracula!” Y/N giggles wildly as Eric sweeps her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“I’ll rescue you, fair maiden!” he shouts as he spins her around whimsically, as he had done when he had proposed to her in a garden of lavenders what seemed like a lifetime ago. But now, these years later with children of their own, he felt younger again somehow.

“Eric, put me down!” she cries out as the children watch on, laughing gleefully as their father set her down gently. Eric roughs Elijah’s oil-slicked hair (much to the boy’s dismay) before planting a secret kiss atop of his head and sneaking a wink to June through the black smudges of his eyeshadow.

***

The all sit together huddled by the fireplace, the warm glow of the embers illuminating every shadow beneath their eyes, every corner of their smiles. Eric holds Y/N, almost cradles her while she in turn holds the children in her arms. Elijah quickly crawls out of his mother’s embrace and seeks the adventure of his father’s knee and clings to it.

“My little family of monsters,” he sighs peacefully, looking into the flickering flames, “It’s time for a story.”

June gasps, “Is it scary, Daddy?”

Eric chuckles lightly, “No darling, not scary. But it is a true story, one that happened not long before the both of you were born. In fact, if this story had not happened, neither of you would be here today. It’s the story of how your mother and I met.” There is a twinkle in his eye when he turns to glance down at Y/N and a gleam resides in hers and she gazes back.

“Oh, do go on, darling.” Y/N sighs, leaning back against his chest, listening to the comforting steady beat of his heart. “I do love this story,”

Eric clears his throat dramatically and begins with a flair, “Once upon a cold December morning, a young man enters a cassette store in the hopes of finding the latest Radiohead record when a beautiful and unsuspecting woman enters through the front door. She has dark flowing hair and emerald green eyes; the most beautiful face that man had ever seen. He was so taken by her that he plucked up the courage to go and talk to her, ask for her name, if she had any plans that night. She laughed at him and for a second, he’d thought he’d lost her. She confirmed that she did have plans that night, plans with a tall and handsome stranger she’d just met in a cassette store in Detroit, one she happened to like very much already. His heart skipped a beat! She said yes!”

Y/N throws her head back and attempts to hide her laugh with the back of her hand as a feverish blush blooms across her blue cheeks. She loves this story.

“And so, the young stranger took her out that night to the most beautiful place he knew: the statue of The Spirit of Detroit. He made some dorky remark about how she shined like the rays of the sun in the figure’s left hand. She’d laughed at his comment and told him he was sweet. They kissed that night and the statue watched on; the beautiful woman joked about the figure shouting at them in the dark and the man said he would protect her, even from men of bronze. And exactly a year later, he led her through a field of lavenders and the spent the day with each other beneath gloom of the purpling skies. Then he got down on one knee,” Eric returns his gaze to Y/N, who sits now squarely facing him, bracing for the finale, “and asked her to marry him.” Both Elijah and June sit stunned, clinging to him for the end to the story. The smile at their mother who raises her hand to lean her ring finger against the firelight. It shines brightly there in their little darkness. “And she said yes,” Eric adds finally, taking Y/N’s hand in his, kissing the cool metal on her finger. “Again.”

Y/N strokes his cheek, leaving a smear of blue paint in its wake. The children giggle manically. “And she always will,” she continues, “now and forever.” He cups her chin and tilts his head down to hers so that their lips meet, the distance finally closing between them. Warmth spreads within them and an airy feeling of giddy joy overflows. With the familiar weight of their children surrounding them, in this one blissful moment, everything is illuminated.

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