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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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jokingmisfit · 4 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.

#metal family x reader #yandere metal family #platonic metal family x reader #platonic glam x reader #platonic dee x reader #platonic heavy x reader #platonic Vicky x reader #yandere metal family x reader

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alwayschoppedtaco · 2 years

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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.

word count: 2.4k

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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.

+little bonus ending

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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obodk892 · 19 days

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REQUESTS🍃

So, some of you might know me from my previous little LMK story. I'd deleted them but have decided to start writing again! I might also release random works as well depending on my mood. WILL DO: -angst -fluff -lemon/lime/vanilla(no piss/scat kinks, almost everything else is accepted [keep in mind that most of this is intended for x reader, but if I'm ok with the ship, I might write it] FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS: LEGO MONKIE KID(season 1-3) -Mei -MK -Macaque -Monkey King -Redson(my bae frfr) METAL FAMILY(my beloved current fixation<33) -GLAMMM/Sebastian Shvagenbagen -Dee Shvagenbagen(I love him, and his dad<33) -Heavy Shvagenbagen -Lif -Vicky/Victoria -Ches DIGITAL CIRCUS -Jax -Pomni -Ragatha -Caine -Gangle TOTAL DRAMA(season 1-5) -everyone but; Chester(only platonic), Staci, Mildred/Blaineley, B, Dawn, Ezekiel, and Chef Hachet(only platonic) RAMSHACKLE -Stone(my love<33) -Vinnie -Skipp DEAD PLATE -Rody Lamoree -Vincent Charbonneau(I love tired men) HAZBIN HOTEL -Alastor(you know who you are that wanted this) -Vox -Angel Dust -Husk -Lucifer -Adam Do whatever you want in requests! I'll skim through requests every Tuesday and Wednesday and will try(and fail) to publish 1-3 times a week! I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to write your request so please don’t be mad if you don’t see it on my blog. I might add JJK to the list too when I finish watching it. Goodbye my stars! 💫

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bookwormmedz · 2 years

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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

#metal family #dee #metal family oc #glam #victoria #heavy #lillian sabbath #lilly sabbath #metal family glam #dee x oc #dee x reader #metal family x reader #metal family incorrect quotes #metal family au #metal family lydia #metal family sebastian #metal family anna #Pandamatic

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sugarsblurbs · 1 year

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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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drenix004 · 1 year

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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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addictedtopizzarolls · 1 year

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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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sonufabitchhhhh · 2 years

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader:

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

(Part 3)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Dee and y/n had spent a few meetings working on their project, some at y/n's house, some at Dee's. As predicted, there'd been plenty of arguments, both trying to be the best and take the lead. But in the end, they both had to admit that the other had some pretty cool ideas, and they're presentation was shaping up to be a pretty damn good one.

But they're not actually going to admit that, obviously. And the arguments just kept coming. Neither would swallow their pride long enough to give good credit to the other - even when they knew they deserved it.

Sometimes one of them would come close to complimenting the other, having to build it up in their head first... then the other would ruin the moment with an asshole-ish remark, and they'd wonder why they ever thought to say something in the first place.

Then, something happened, and that changed. That caused their dynamic to change. That kinda made everything change, it seems.

It was a very slow build up. And it started with a text message.

Dee was up late, and an epiphany struck him about their project. It was a brilliant idea, really. He could've waited to bring up the idea in person, and played it cool, but he was actually quite proud of himself, and decided to text y/n at 12:04 at night instead. They were online seventeen minutes ago, it was likely they'd see it.

They didn't reply that night. Dee checked once again, and when he saw no reply, gave up and went to sleep - they were probably sleeping too.

The next morning, Dee woke up to see no reply, still. It was a Sunday, they were probably sleeping in late.

It was mid way through the day when Dee really began to get annoyed. Why weren’t they answering him? He knew they didn't get along, but this was strictly work-related, and they could at least begrudgingly work together for the sake of their grade.

They haven’t been this petty before, but surely after so many hours, they would've seen his message. But why are they ignoring him?! Maybe he pissed them off somehow? But what could he have said that's worse than what he says already? ...And that warrants ignoring the project that they care about just as much as he does? He just can't figure them out! Maybe that's why they frustrate him so much.

Everyone in the household was beginning to notice Dee's growing temper, and thin-wearing patience. While Glam decided to give Dee space, letting Dee come to him if he so wished, Heavy decided to constantly badger Dee, wondering what was bugging him so much. Victoria was curious on the inside, but didn't want to seem mushy, so decided to call on him each time he lashed out, but not push on the subject - he'd tell her if he wanted to.

But Dee kept it to himself. He didn't want to appear like he cared about y/n’s opinion. He doesn't. He just wants to get on with the stupid project. But they could at least show him they’ve read it! Even if they just say they'll discuss it in person, they should at least acknowledge it! But, y'know, it doesn't matter anyway. Who cares what they think?

Then Dee had another epiphany. What his message to them was a bad idea? What if it was stupid? What if they saw it, laughed at it, and decided to wait so they can laugh in his face? He read over the message again, and again, having thought this, and although he couldn't see any flaws in his theory, his insecurities and doubts were still there. What if it was something so dumb and obvious, he kept missing it?

It was then that the rest of his family became uneasy too. Dee was many things, confident being one of them. It was in his nature to be a bitchy teenager, so they weren't too bothered before, but now... now, Dee seemed anxious, and that didn't happen often. Glam and Victoria decided, if he didn't talk to them soon, they'd bring it up, make sure he's ok.

He didn't talk to them, naturally.

After dinner, Dee started to get up and leave, as per usual, with it being Heavy's turn to wash the dishes.

"Dee," Glam called, and Dee glanced back, "can you sit back down for a moment please, your mother and I were hoping to have a word." Dee groaned dramatically, but sat down anyway.

Upon seeing Heavy slow his movements, and lean back an inch, Victoria called out to him. "Hey! Heavy, scram!"

"No dishes?" He questioned hopefully.

"No, leave 'em, just go to your room." Heavy dropped the dish he was holding rather harshly, making a big splash in the sink full of water, but payed it no mind. He gave a little 'yesss' while punching the air slightly, then ran off before she changed her mind. While Heavy would love to eavesdrop and know what his parents were saying to Dee, getting out of chores was much better.

Glam and Victoria shared a small look, silently deciding who would be the first to speak, while Dee just looked on with his resting bitch face, expectantly.

"Dee," Glam started, evidently losing the battle (not that he minded, he just wanted to give Victoria the chance to speak first, should she want it) - "we just wanted to ask, if everything's been ok lately?"

Before Glam could continue, Dee got instantly defensive. "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be? I'm fine." He got up to leave again, but was sat back down by his mother's glare.

"Dee, we're concerned." Glam continued. "You've been acting strangely lately, more on edge, like something's bothering you. We just want you to know that you can talk to us, with no judgment."

"Yeah!" Victoria piped up, as if just realising that she should probably say something reassuring as well. "If there's something really bothering you Dee, we won't criticise or make fun." A side glance from Glam made her huff slightly, but correct herself, "Ok, I won't criticise or make fun."

Dee looked apprehensive for a second, debating whether to talk to them. He decided it might be worth getting their opinion. He knew Glam would give his honest opinion on his theory, and if it's any good or not, and he could trust his mother to be honest about if he's overreacting to y/n's lack of response.

"Ok, fine, but I need you to be brutally honest with me... you too ma." Victoria visibly relaxed at that, knowing that it was her son's wish for her to be honest, without risk of hurting him.

"Ok, so, y'know the project I'm working on at school..."

By the time Dee had finished recounting everything, Glam looked with the same nonchalant gaze, and Victoria looked wildly confused.

"Dad, I was hoping you could look at my theory and make sure there's not something stupid I'm overlooking, I mean, what if there's a dumb mistake, and they’re just laughing at, and waiting to humiliate me, and..." Dee stopped himself, took a breath, and turned to his mother. "Ma, don't worry about all the other stuff, I just want you to tell me if I'm overreacting, and what you think y/n might actually be thinking here, cos I'm really lost, and, honestly, really pissed."

At this, Victoria visibly relaxed, and knowing her job was something capable, she instantly jumped to give her input.

"I'd say everything's fine! They probably can't be assed to do school work while they don't have to and will bring it up when you see them next, relax!"

Dee relaxed a little at her words, but was still nervous. He honestly didn't know why, y/n's opinion shouldn't matter so much to him. He just didn't want to seem dumb. He wanted them to see his intelligence. He just didn't know why.

Victoria saw that Dee still wasn't convinced, but wasn't really sure what she should say next. She was grateful when Glam pitched in after having read the theory that Dee had come up with.

"Well Dee, I must say, it's an excellent theory, no obvious issues. I agree with your mother, you're probably worrying over nothing. Perhaps they misplaced their phone over the weekend?"

Dee nodded slightly in acknowledgment, but couldn't get his mind to wrap around the fact that he was overreacting. Surely there was something wrong. Dee wouldn't get this anxious over nothing. All because of y/n's opinion! There's no way he cares that much.

"Dee, can I ask you something?" Glam asked cautiously. Dee glanced up as if giving permission, spurring him on. "Why are you in such a hurry to hear this person's response?"

Glam already had a feeling he knew the answer, and whether Dee knew it himself was another issue, but the way his face turned a light shade of pink confirmed Glam's suspicions.

Dee instantly got defensive, but that was likely because he didn't have an answer. "I don't know, I just- I just want to finish this stupid project, and their procrastinating isn't helping!" Dee spoke heatedly, and stormed out.

Victoria was about to snap something and call him back, but Glam put a hand on her arm, and filled her in on his thoughts.

A/N: ok, so I'll start off by saying, I'm so, so, so sorry that I took so long to write this! Also, I was hoping to finish this in this part, but it was already super long, and I didn't want to make it any longer, but I'll get the next part out a lot quicker now that I'm back in the swing of things. If you have any requests, feel free to leave them in the comments!

Have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach

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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.

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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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