#Metal family fanfic

[theinternetphantom]

hey guess what guys…

[pinkwizardgiver]

Follow your heart (Pt. 1)

Glam / Sebastian Shvagenbagen x fem!Reader

Music, candlelight, and expensive perfume. Where people reunite and others meet.

______________________________________________________________ Before Glam, his name was Sebastian, the son of Gustav Shvagenbagen. A talented violin player living a double life. She was a young opera singer who recently moved to Russia with her loving father. Their paths crossed, an undeniable conection just when they needed each other the most. Their lives have been written for them, but when the heart calls to live another one, which path are they choosing?

A/N: A little slow burn, I think? Both Glam and Reader are 18 years old. English is not my first language, but I’ll do my best. Hope you like it :)

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The Spring Gala. Only the wealthiest families of the city were invited and it was known in the past for being the night where most marriages were arranged. Sure, times have changed, but if the kids of these families were to marry for love… it would be even better if they fell for someone whose last name meant economic security for the rest of their lives, right?

Gustav and Mary Shvagenbagen attended the Gala every year. Last year was Lydia’s first time attending, since she reached the majority of age first, and this year was Sebastian’s debut. The whole family wearing their best clothes and pride high. They are the best of the best, after all.

As usual, once inside they became the center of attention. Many guests looking their way but no one brave enough to approach them and start an actual conversation. That was until…

-Gustav Shvagenbagen!- a smiling man walked towards them followed by a young lady. -It has been a while.

-It has indeed, my friend- both, Lydia and Sebastian were surprised by their father’s unusually friendly behavior. -Where have you been all these years?

-Italy. My daughter and I just returned to Russia.- he then turned to the girl behind him. -(Y/n), this is my good friend Gustav Shvagenbagen.

-A pleasure- she timidly offered her hand, and he kissed it in an old fashioned greeting.

-This is my wife Mary, our daughter Lydia, and our son Sebastian.- the women shook hands politely. Then, the young man placed a kiss on (Y/n)’s knuckles like his father did.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop herself from noticing how handsome Sebastian was. His tall and slim figure wearing an expensive looking suit, blonde hair perfectly slicked back, sharp factioned face, but above this and his serious expression, two beautiful blue eyes. Even with the short glimpse they exchanged, she felt like those eyes could see right through her. She felt heat on her cheeks and looked down as soon as she could. Hoping no one else noticed her blushing.

As the night went by, the old friends catched up. (Y/father) talked about their life in Italy and that they came back so (Y/n) could study in the famous music conservatory of the city this summer.

-So you’re a musician.- Said Lydia. -Which instrument do you play?

-Voice. I’m a singer- she felt a little intimidated by Lydia’s presence, plus she could feel the weight of Sebastian’s eyes on her -…Mezzosoprano… I-I sing opera.

She seemed content with the girl’s reply. Gustav then spoke about his young musicians. How Lydia was already studying in the conservatory, and that Sebastian was also going to enter in summer.

After a while, (Y/father) asked for Gustav’s permission to dance with Mary, and after agreeing, Lydia was guided by her father to the dance floor as well, leaving (Y/n) and Sebastian alone.

They stayed silent for a while, looking at the people walzing in the center of the room. Once she gathered the courage, the girl tried to start the conversation.

-I’m glad I came here today. Now that I know Lydia and you, I won’t be alone at school.

He didn’t reply. Just looked at her for a few seconds and then returned his attention to the people dancing. She became nervious again, maybe he didn’t hear her, or her accent was too thick for him to comprehend. After all, she had lived her whole life in Italy, maybe her Russian wasn’t as good as she thought.

-Which instrument do you play?- she tried again.

-The violin- he finally talked, not looking at her.

-You must have good tone then.

-I have ideal tone.

-Cool.- she said a little disappointed at his attitude.

Some time passed in awkward silence but Sebastian didn’t realized it, his eyes were glued ahead while listening to the music the guests were dancing to. When he snapped back to reality he noticed (Y/n) was still beside him, but she looked uncomfortable, looking around as if searching for a way to escape the scene. He suddenly finds himself talking without thinking the words first.

-Do you wanna dance?

She looks at him with a confused look. Wow, she really IS pretty, he thought. Sebastian found her attractive since he first saw her walking behind her father from one side of the room to the other, greeting people every now and then, but now he confirms it.

-Sorry, you asked me to dance with you?- she couldn’t believe her ears. Minutes earlier he acted like he didn’t wanted her near him and now he’s asking her to dance?

-I mean, if you want to, of course- The young man extended his hand. After contemplating it for a while, she took it and let him guide her to the center of the ballroom.

They had fun for hours without noticing, swirling around with the music. He was thankful he didn’t have to spent the night around his family, and dancing with (Y/n) almost made him forget about the pain on his right arm from the studying session he had with his father earlier that night.

She laughed almost every time he made her spin, and that sound made him crack a little smile on his stoic self. He did it often, trying to surprise her every time in hopes to hear her laugh again. Sebastian thought to himself that if her singing was as melodical as her laugh, she was going to be the best singer of the conservatory.

Months passed and summer finally arrived. All the young musicians in the city have been studying for today’s exam, for its result would define if they could study in the conservatory or not.

(Y/n) entered the room and scanned it looking for a place to seat. Walking towards an empty chair, her eyes met a pair of known blue ones. She hadn’t seen Sebastian since the ball, but the anticipation of meeting him again was more stressful than the actual exam. And there he was, sitting at the back of the classroom.

She sat down and saw more people enter the room, one of them was Lydia. She headed straight towards the back without looking at anyone, head high as always. (Y/n) assumed she sat next to Sebastian in the back and forced herself not to take a glance behind. Why was Lydia in the exam if she was already studying in the conservatory?

She closed her eyes to take a deep breath. She needed to focus. This exam was the first step for her to achieve her dreams, she could not afford to be unfocused by the blonde duo sitting behind.

The girl kept her eyes shut as she tried to stabilize her breath and heartbeat. Once she opened them, a tall figure in a black suit was standing in front of the teacher’s desk, violin in hand, ready to take the exam first.

She knew she was going to need to focus again after this, but just for now, she allowed herself to look at him and listen to the so called ideal tone of the blonde man and his beautiful instrument.

[astrok1dz]

PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME PROMPTS FOR A SLOW BURN DEE X READER

[imchronicallydepressed]

☆This is still a work in progress, but this is mostly what the first part will be. I will most likely post this on Archive of our Own at some point, just cause some people might prefer to read it on there.

☆I absolutely adore feedback, so please let me know if I can use some work on certain spots or even if it's just to tell me you enjoy it.

☆Double spacing exists solely cause I felt it looked better, I may take it away. Idk

☆ENJOY, PLEASE

Metal Institute

Pt.1

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You're not good enough

You'll never be good enough

Everything you do only leads to disappointment

Your family hates you

Your mother

Your sister

Even Your father

They all hate you

"Shut up."

You're a mistake and that's all you'll ever be in this life

"You're wrong."

Why do you think they put you in here then? Do you think this is some camp? Get to play around outside all day then go sleep in a tent? Tell stories around the campfire while indulging in sweets?

You're living in a fucken fantasy, Glam.

A laugh. "My name isn't Glam. It's Sebastion and You're nothing but a voice in my head, schizophrenia as the doctors call it. Father put me in here to make me better and that's exactly what the doctors are doing." A smile crossed his lips.

Blasphemy and you know it. We both know it. I'm your conscience and you need to accept that cause guess what, You're stuck with me.

You hate the name Sebastion and you hate playing the Violin. You love rock music and your best friend was a guy you met by the dumpster, remember that?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Father never allowed me to have friends and I would never make friends with someone near the dumpster no less."

How about your favorite song, huh? What about Twisted Sister?

"That music is unholy, shouldn't even be legal. It's rubbish. Bach and Vivaldi are-"

Bach and Vivaldi are the real rubbish. You hate that shit. That's all you were forced to listen to, forced to play.

The father you claim to love you beat you with a ruler. Remember that?! Remember how he made you bleed?! All because you were off by an eighth of a pitch!

"Stop it. You're lying."

These doctors that you claim are helping you are doing the fucken opposite! They're brainwashing you into staying under your father's thumb!

You should've ran, should've went back to your friend, but instead you stayed and look what happened! He beat you and now your in a mental asylum! All because you didn't want the type of life he was making you have!

"S-Shut up!" His hands went to his face, covering his eyes as tears slowly began to trickle down. It wasn't true, was it? His father wouldn't lock him away just cause he... wanted a different life, right?

Look at yourself! Look at your wrists! Look at the scars your father inflicfed upon you! Look at the marks from the binds that held you down while the doctors performed their sick experiments on you! What about your ankles? Tied so damn tight that it nearly cut off blood flow, all so you couldn't escape!

Look at those wounds covering your body and tell me that I'm not speaking the truth.

He moved his hands down from his face, leaning over to the dim moonlight that shown in through the plexiglass window. Tears rolled off his cheeks now, one after another as he examined his wrists, the scars that will forever remain due to his dear father.

Look at them, Glam.

Tell me, does this look like something a loving father would allow? Would a loving father allow such experiments to be had on his one and only son? Would a loving father beat their son?

He placed his hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the soft sobs that followed his tears. He'd been so far gone with all the 'treatments' that he blantly accepted them. He blantly accepted being strapped to a cold metal table, allowing the doctors to inject God knows what into his veins.

The food he ate, the beverages he'd recieved... who knows what was in them, what sort of shit he was being slipped. Not to mention the effects he'd been feeling. The nausea, the headaches, the fuzzy memories, and now he was hearing voices...

You finally get it, don't you?

Your father doesn't love you. You will forever be a disappointment in his eyes and you will forever be in your sisters shadow.

"L-Leave Lydia out of this... she doesn't deserve to be... placed on the same platform like father." He spoke again, dragging his hands down his face and pulling his legs up.

As much as he despised being constantly compared to the likeness of his sister, she'd never once laid a hand on him. She'd actually used to be the one to bandage him up when they were younger, while their mother hid in the shadows, too scared to stand up for her children.

Tell me, Sebastion... what sort of platform does your loving father deserve to be put on? What sort of outcome does he deserve in all this?

"Outcome? He won't get to receive the deserved outcome. In the end, I'm stuck in here and... those doctors will continue to try and... 'fix me'."

Oh, don't you worry about that. He will get his fill of Karma. Don't frazzle your pretty mind with such worry. Besides, you have me! I will get you out of here.

"How will you help me escape? You're nothing but my own conscience. Besides, the guards in this place are armed."

You needn't worry. All in due time. Why don't we look at the future, though? Why don't we look at what will come to your father?

So tell me, when we do escape, and we will by any means necessary, what end does your father deserve?

He began to laugh, his eyes seeming to fill the dark room with vivid thoughts. Then his laughing grew. It became louder and louder, more maniacal. The things he was seeing, the actions he was performing... Violent actions. The same actions he had once written down, the same actions his father had confronted him about upon finding his journal.

He still felt like such an idiot for that mistake. If he just... double checked, and made sure that the 'line of defense' wasn't at a risk of being found out about. None of this would have happened. He might still be stuck at home, sure, but he'd have his best friend. He'd have access to his records. He'd have access to THE record.

"I'll tell you what he deserves! I'll tell you what end I want to grant him!" He stood, going to the window and placing his hands firmly upon it, glancing up at the moon.

"I want to see his blood spill. I want to beat him with that fucken ruler until he's begging for mercy. Maybe even a baseball bat!" He turned, facing the darkness of the room, more laughing emitting from his mouth. Now he really did sound like he belonged in such a place.

"I want him to suffer and bleed, the same way I had to. I want to see that bastard cry and beg for forgiveness!" He could only continue to laugh as he fell to his knees, the vision growing more and more realistic by the second.

Glam ran his fingers through the tangled mess of hair, looking up at the ceiling for a moment with more maniacal laughter.

"Maybe I'll make him play the Violin. Then I can stand there and criticize every bar and note he plays! Slap his wrists until blood it dripping to the floor!"

Good! Good! You're getting the hang of it! That's the spirit! You're spine is tingling with the excitement, the anticipation!

So remind me, what's your name again?

"Glam! My name is Glam..." He spoke calmly now, placing his hands on the ground in front of him.

Right, you're finally getting it. What else do you know?

"I-I have a best friend... what was his name again?" He glanced around the moon lit room for a moment before scratching his head, fingers getting tangled in the matted mess of hair.

You know this answer, Glam. Don't expect me to help you with such stupid questions.

"I-I don't remember..."

You need to remember him! Don't let your memory start fading away, now think harder. What was his fucken name?!

He held his head in his hands for a moment, more tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember him, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't remember his name, why he was called that...

Just... who he was physically. What he looked like, how he had helped Glam through the bullshit. The messy brown hair, the disgusting green jacket, that annoying voice and those horrid yellow teeth.

"C-Chive..." He finally mumbled to himself after a moment. That was his name, right? He knew it at least started with a C.

Good boy, Glam. You're making progress. Do not forget Chive. Don't forget what he looked like or what he did for you. If you forget him, then that might as well be the end.

Glam put his face in his hands again. Don't forget? How was he supposed to manage that when he was being tortured and experimented on day in and day out. Hell, he barely remembered the last this he ate.

The fact of the matter was that without his friend, he'd never discover the beauty of rock music. The beauty outside of that fucken prison of a house. Sure, he had to deal with some... painful repercussions, but it was so worth it. Getting to play in front of a crowd, especially play music he was actually proud of? It was the best feeling in the world to him.

"He probably thinks I abandoned him..." He gripped his hands into fists. "M-my one and only friend... thinks I abandoned him..."

Who would ever know what became of Glam outside of his family. -He was sent away to a special music school, one that didn't allow such... worthless talent to blindly be accepted- That was probably along the lines of what he'd say to the school anyways. Chive would never step foot near his front door, so it's not like he'd come knocking.

Stop worrying. We'll get out of here in no time. Soon enough you'll be back at his side and the two of you will be playing again before you know it. You'll even have your favorite record back.

Remember that song Glam? It's your favorite.

He began to chuckle softly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "We're not gonna take it..." He started singing, the vocals raspy and sloppy.

No! We ain't gonna take it!

"We're not gonna take it anymore..." He pulled his knees back to his chest, tears continuing to flow as his off key singing kept up, his voice seeming to echo in the emptiness that was his confinement cell.

That song. It'd got him to discover life outside of classical bullshit. Now it was gonna be the song to help him escape this hell. No matter the cost.

[torevbagel]

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Ch. 1

Glam x fem!OC

Y'all already know what it is, I'm back on my bullshit. Fair warning This is like soooooooo boring, but I like the 'runaway start a new life' trope ♡.

Synopsis:

Two houses

Both alike in dignity- nah just kidding

Two people

Two instruments

Six strings and two sticks

Anastasia comes from a prestigious house, one of harsh discipline. Her cello is her only saving grace.

Sebastian lives a double life, violin student by day, rock star by night.

Will they be able to help each other before it's too late?

Tw: basically the same stuff we see happen to glam, abuse, parental indifference, bad writing, blood

Music flows through the room as her nimble fingers dance across the neck of the large instrument. The bow gracefully caresses the strings, producing a graceful sound. She closes her eyes, attempting to transport herself from the room, away from the wretched man watching her with a scornful eye. All too soon, her movements cease. 

“Anastasia. Are you trying to embarrass this family?”

“No father,” she refuses to meet his eye.

“You play as if you are a nobody!”.

Anastasia stays silent as her father raises his voice. She knows what will come. 

“Hand! Now,” he reaches for the ruler, made of thin, slightly pliable metal. The previous wood ones had all broken, leaving nasty splinters that were a mess to clean.

“Yes father,” she keeps her voice steady, lifting the sleeve on her left hand. 

The hits come fast and hard, he stops after three. Nine total for the lesson. The crimson liquid beads quickly before sliding down her arm. A sanguine trail in its wake, she refuses to look at the wound inflicted onto her. 

“Go. prepare for bed,” she does not argue.

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Anastasia sits on her perfectly made bed, corners tucked, pillow straight. A thin cover of pale pink separates her freshly showered body from the forgiving softness of the mattress underneath. 

Everything in Anastasia's life was like her bed. Perfect, presentable, straight laced and tidy; Yet, hiding something just beneath the surface.

She glances at her injured wrist for the first time that evening.

"Well, I assume it could be worse,” 

She slowly begins to do a shabby job at patching herself up, attempting to minimize the possibility of scarring. She pauses to put on a Schumann record, one of the 5 pieces of folk music begin with a slide crackle. A sign of her disregard for the fragility of the vinyl.

As the eloquent cello music trickles in one ear and out the other, she tucks the last bit of bandages away. Returning to her forgiving bed once more, she all but collapses into it. Completely exhausted from the day of rigorous training she endured.

“All I have to do is pass the entrance exam. Maybe father will be easier on me,” attempting to reason with herself, even if she does not truly believe it. 

Unable to tuck herself beneath the thin sheets, sleep overtakes her quickly.

~

The small silver alarm clock marks 7 am with its song, full of dissonance and no resolution. A manicured hand slaps down in a rough ungraceful manner, silencing the item until the next morning. Crawling off the bed reluctantly, Anastasia readies herself for the day. 

A graceful ankle length, long sleeve, off the shoulder dress. Forest green to compliment her auburn hair, to hopefully make her dull sage eyes brighter. Hair pulled into a perfect bun at the base of her neck. Delicate pearls adorn her collar and ears, a gift from her late grandmother.

She makes her way to the dining table, egg whites and asparagus on her plate, waiting for her.

“Are you ready for your exam, dear?” Ardelia Hearst doesn't even spare a glance at her daughter, continuing to gracefully sip white grape juice.

“Yes mother, I expect to be top 3 if not first,” Anastasia doesn't even attempt to garner her mothers full attention.

Richard snaps his eyes onto her.

“Why would you settle for anything less than first,” he states, his stare hardening into a glare.

She immediately pales, her mistake dawning on her.

He stands, making his way towards her when he is stopped by his wife.

“Now dear, you don't want her shaking during her performance. Punish her when she returns if you must,”

He considers her words for a moment, before returning to his seat.

“Eat. or you’ll be late,” 

Her mothers kindness doesn't go unnoticed as she finishes quickly, thanking the butler and her parents before heaving her cello onto her back. With one last glance she proceeds out the door.

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So yeah there's that, and just throwing it out there I know this is super stereotypical fan fiction girlie stuff, but don't bully Stasia, please 😭 she can't take it (I also refuse to accept criticism obvi).

[metal-family-fanfic]

My Child (Metal Family Mary Fanfic)

Lydia had pressed herself against the wall, bracing herself for the hit she knew was coming. Her nose was dribbling blood down her face and her arm stung like hell. She had her eyes clentched shut, not wanting to look up at her angry father. Yet, the slap never came. After a few moments, Lydia allowed herself to open her eyes, looking up at Gustav. His hand was being held back from behind by her mother's hand, which was gripping his so hard that her nails were digging into his skin. Little trickles of blood were sliding down his arm as he finally ripped it from her grasp. "You have a lot of fucking nerve, Mary. " Gustav growled. "Fuck you." Gustav whipped around, striking Mary across the face. This time, she seemed unbothered by it and just spat in his face, earing another hit. She stumbled a bit before getting back up, walking past her husband and in front of her daughter, shielding her. "Get out of my way." Gustav commanded. "Get fucked." "Mary, this isn't up for debate." "Neither is what I said. Get. Fucked."

Another strike hit her face as Lydia cowered behind him. "Mother, please just listen to him!" She tried to reason with her mother. "Yea, listen to your kid, bitch!" With that, Mary suddenly reached forward and decked Gustav across the face, sending him sprawling backwards. Mary soon followed, punching him again acorss the face, knocking him to the floor.

"MOTHER!" Lydia cried out, rushing forward and trying to pull Mary off of her husband as she let forth a barage of punches.

"GET OFF OF ME, WOMAN!" Gustav shouted, attempting to shove Mary off of him.

Both of their efforts were in vain, however. Mary merely shrugged her daughter away and seemed to use all her weight to hold Gustav down. After a while, she finally stopped hitting him, sitting up and looking down at him.

Then, in one swift move, she pulled her wedding ring off and tossed it onto the ground next to Gustav's head. "W-what?" Gustav turned his head to look at the ring before looking at his assailant. "Pawn it off and give the money to someone who would wanna spend time with you. Because I would rather die then spend one more SECOND breathing the same air as you." Mary spat, getting up and grabbing Lydia by the wrist before beginning to walk out. "M-Mother?" "Go pack a bag, Lydia. We won't be here for a while." "mother, are you-" "Go." Lydia looked at her mother, then her father, then back at her mother before quickly running to her room.

[staber21]

GLAM

I love this man

[desifugo]

metal family fix-it fic where the kids grow up and become musicians in literally any genre that isn't metal bc metal is pure unadulterated ass

[theinternetphantom]

new cover art for my fic We are Just the Subplot

i did this months ago but never posted it because it has a few minor spoilers for chapters i’m still writing, but honestly i don’t care anymore XD

each panel’s background is an album that Dee and Diana use to connect to each other with at different points in their lives (whether they know it or not) we’ve already seen System of a Down mentioned...how will the others come into play???

[scaredycatqlt]

!!!𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓/𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙!!!

Hello!! My name is Mia (internet name) and I go by He/Him pronouns. This is the very first blog I’ve ever run so please be kind hfjfkgmnhnh 🙏

I write for a lot of different fandoms. Please keep in mind I’m a very busy person and it may take awhile for me to respond to/write requests.

Things I will do!

-Platonic

-Romantic

-Fluff <3

-ANGST!;’fkgkfktk

-Headcanons

-Pair-ups/match-ups

-Headcanons of just the character

-Specific requests! (The more detail the better)

Things I won’t do :(

-Smut (I’m a minor,,,)

-Romantic stuff for minors under 13.

-Crossovers between fandoms

-Art requests

Fandoms I Write For

South Park

Owl House

BoJack Horseman

Gravity Falls

Camp Camp

My Little Pony

Metal Family

Creepypasta

Marble Hornets

TADC

ROTTMNT

Hazbin Hotel

Beetlejuice (The Musical)

Pressure (Roblox)

(Remember, characters under 13 are platonic ONLY!!! This also includes MLP characters, idc if they’re adults I just feel uncomfy writing romantic stuff for ponies…..)

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Metal Family

Art is not Mine

(X) = Smut

Never Again   @jokingmisfit Summary: It’s midnight! Where the hell were you? Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Metal Family

yandere @yandere-metal-family Summary: yandere young Sabastian/glam? maybe before and during Chive. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head Con Glam and Chive

Kidnaping @yandere-metal-family Summary: yandere metal family just general headcanons on what its like living with everyone and what are the lengths they go to protect the reader Warnings: Kidnaping, drugging. Specials Tags: Head Con Metal Family

[astrok1dz]

Rivalry?

Dee x gn!Reader

A/n: hii this is chapter 1 of a fic i’ve sort of been planning out in my head, since there’s barely any Dee x reader content!!

Chapter 1: Your Rival

Okay, so it turns out being a new student at a high school wasn’t quite easy in any country. I mean sure, communication wasn’t an issue given that you had moved to Russia quite a while ago. You could overcome most of the language barriers that would present themselves to you occasionally. The cultural aspects weren’t really an issue either. You found it was the students that made it hard for you.

Not that you could really change them or anything, or that you had it so bad that you wanted to change yourself. Let’s just say that being a foreigner and having unconventional interests didn’t really pair up well.

What you found the most annoying, however, was a particular classmate. Blonde, quiet, serious, smart, had all the girls chasing after him, none of which would bother you if he wasn’t so arrogant. You saw the way Dee Schvagenbagen treated whoever showed interest in him, how he only helped people out academically in exchange for money (which you still thought was a good idea to profit), and the way he would just stare at you whenever you participated in class or got a higher grade.

You didn’t find him too important, just rather insufferable. Nothing you couldn’t ignore or shrug off. Usually when any of these happened you just smirked and ignored his death stares.

Enemies is a big word. To describe what you felt for Dee, you preferred the term ‘rivalry’.

From his point of view, however, it was quite different.

[dollmoth-productions]

How would the platonic yandere metal family's reaction to reader getting sick and basically sleeping the whole time

⚠️ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED KISSING STOCKHOLM OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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🖤 Vicky is very worried for you. Obviously, I mean you only slept you barely took your medicine you barely ate, so she said they’re over the edge waiting patiently for you to you know wake up so you can properly get treated 

🖤” hey kid wake up you gotta take your medicine. I know it sucks but like why are you just sleeping??” if she was ever this sick she could barely sleep, so how could you

💙 Glam is a little less paranoid. He knows that you just want to sleep in properly get some rest so he doesn’t care although he doesn’t want you to wake up and actually eat something because you’re just sleeping 95% of the time.

💙” and I thought I was strange…” he said half heartedly obviously just shocked about how much sleep during when you were sick. What do you say that when you got better you got a whole meal

🩵 he does every ounce of research that he needs to to make sure that you’re getting proper medicine sleep food water he changes your water bottle every so often so you have new fresh delicious water

🩵”…mhm” he’s definitely shocked about how much you sleep let the rest of the family

💚 he wakes you up not gonna lie he wakes you up he’s too hyper and he wants to play games with you since you’re home 95% of the time now

💚”UHGGGG COME ON COME ON COME ON LET’S PLAY MARIO KART PLEASE!!” he said, tugging on you while you’re practically falling asleep, or holding the controller 

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Sorry, if it’s a half hearted, I genuinely don’t have that much motivation to write about other fandoms besides TSP at the moment-

But I still love metal family 

[metal-family-fanfic]

Money

Mary stormed into the bedroom, where Gustav was sitting on the bed. She was fuming, looking under and over everything as Gustav watched. "What the hell are you looking for?" Her husband finally asked. "The Two Hundred dollars I made yesterday! Its not in my wallet!" Mary jerked her head over to her husband, storming over and standing in front of him, hands on her hips. "I don't know where it is, don't blame me." Mary's face dropped for a second, as if putting the pieces of evidence together in her head. "And this has nothing to do with the Two Hundred dollar of burbon you bought last night?" Gustav smirked as if he won the battle. "Maybe it does." "of course it does. You stole my money." "You mean my money."

Mary looked at Gustav with an expression that seemed more suprised if anything. Gustav just crossed his arms and chuckled at his wife's expression.

Then, to his suprise, she began to laugh. "Why did I even think for a second you wouldn't do this." "Mary, what is the difference between me doing this and you using MY money to buy stuff for the house?"

"OH? You're gonna play THAT card? Fine, I'll tell you the difference," Mary spat, "The difference is that any time I want to even use a cent of your money, I ask for permission."

Gustav, just annoyed at this moment, stood up to walk away. However, his wife had other plans, grabbing the front of his shirt and pushing him back down onto the bed. "YOU GO WHEN I'M DONE!" She screamed down at him.

She felt as if she was finally boiling over, with the steam and the bubbles from the water inside spilling out of her mouth as she began to scream more and more. "I HAVE TO ASK BECAUSE YOU WOULD FUCKING KILL ME IF I DIDN"T! WHY DO I HAVE TO ASK AND YOU DON'T??"

"mary.." "IS IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DICK BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND I DON'T? DOES THAT LITTLE PECKER OF YOURS REALLY HAVE THAT MUCH POWER??! "Mary...calm do-" "NO!"

Mary then grabbed the lamp from the bedside table, pulling it's plug from the wall and smashing the lamp over her husband's head. Gustav yelped in both pain and terror, shoving his wife aside and trying to get out of the bedroom, not realizing the door was locked.

After the door proved futile, Gustav tried making his way to the bathroom the two shared, just narrowly dodging the bedside table itself that Mary picked up and threw at him.

The table shattered against the wall as Gustav got into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. All was quiet for a moment as Gustav leaned against the wall, legs feeling like they would betray him and send him sprawling to the floor.

"M..Mary? Honey?" He spoke softly, trying to coax his wife back into submissiveness. This seemed to have an opposite effect, as suddenly the doornob began to shake as Mary attempted to break through the door itself. "GET OUT HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

With those words, things began to be smashed against the door. A chair, what sounded like a glass bottle, whatever Mary seemed to get her hands on was thrown against the door in an attempt to get to her Husband.

Paired with the sounds of various items being smashed was the sounds of her shrill screechings of anger and betrayal, pouring out after years of being pushed deep inside.

Gustav pressed himself against the wall, as far as he could against the door as he kept his eyes on it.

He prayed it would hold as his body began to shake, with salty tears falling from his eyes.

"I'm sorry.." Was all he could muster out.

Mary seemed to go quiet as well, with the only sounds being Gustav's stifled sobs as he tried to man himself up. But he couldn't. Mary's rage reminded him of one he saw when he was younger.

As things went quiet, both adults seemed to fall asleep, Gustav curled up in the bathtub and Mary on the floor next to the bed.

[mischiefisme-amess]

Okay I can’t write for shit, but I reeeeeeally wish there was more family fluff in metal family fanfic.

Can you imagine a worried Glam? Scared for his kids well-being Glam? Squeezing his kid frantically to calm them and himself Glam???

I wish I could write and I wish there were more people in this godforsaken fandom. I want to be fixated on a fandom with a bigger fan base again. Pretty please?

[emo-trash101]

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