#glam metal family x reader

[yandere-metal-family]

yandere young sabastian/glam? maybe before and during Chive? if not, that's okay!

Why is Chive the only name thing that's capitalized 💀

Before Sebastian/Glam met Chive/Ches

You knew Ches before you met Sebastian, but you also met Sebastian before he met Ches

It was by accident, you both happened to be at the same place at the same time doing something you weren't supposed to

He's rude and snippy with you

He treats you like you're white trash and he's Jesus Christ

He loses his mind if you are even slightly better than him at anything he does. Even something as simple as walking

He does eventually slightly warm up to you, but nothing to serious

He might passive-aggressively compliment you

^ "You did a pretty good job. I mean, I still did better, but you did alright"

You have a sibling rivlary kind of relationship

Always trying to do better than the other

He writes about you in a diary/journal

^ At first it was to vent his frustrations about you and the feelings you made him have, but then it went into how he doesn't mind you so much anymore. In fact he thinks of you as a friend

After Sebastian/Glam meets Chive/Ches

When he meets Ches, you're just happy Sebastian's directed his hatred for you towards Ches

Ches takes it like a champ tho [Unlike you]

"Of course you two degrades know each other"

"You know this guy, Y/n?"

"Yep. And he's always like this"

Not going to lie, Sebastian was a little jealous at first

He didn't know you had another friend, especially a guy

It might show in his little remarks about how hates Chives

But, it slowly dies down, just like he did with you, because he realizes Ches isn't a threat

He desperately craves your attention when you create the band

He needs the affection from another human and he so desperately wants you to tell him that he's doing a good job

You help him with his hair and make up and he helps you do yours, though he's not very good at doing women's hair [He sure tries]

Glam is obsessed with you in the same way Chive is obsessed with drugs

He looks at you in the same way you look at someone you've loved your whole life

He doesn't know when he started loving you, but he doesn't mind

He never gets tired of you and he swears he loves you more every day

The hole his father built in his heart is the perfect spot for all the love he has for you

[jokingmisfit]

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.

[vikkirosko]

Hi, if you're all right with this. Could you do How would Metal Family characters Dee, Heavy, Glam, and Ches would react to s/o having hair even longer than theirs? Like their s/o hair is really curly, and it goes all the way down to their waist or butt. How would they react to seeing their s/o undoing their bun and letting their hair down for the first time in front of them? How would they react to seeing their s/o's hair so long?😊

Headcanons Long hair

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

Glam often kept his hair loose, while you always tied it in a bun so that your hair would not interfere with you. He was not shy about saying that you had beautiful hair, and you reciprocated this by touching his hair several times, with his permission, and saying how soft and fluffy they were. You really liked his hair

You spent a lot of time together. When you were once again spending time together cooking lunch, Glam heard a strange sound. When he looked at you, about to ask what it was, he saw you with your hair down. As it turned out, your hair band broke, it was the sound of the hair band tearing that he heard

You quickly brought a spare hair band that was in your bag, and Glam helped you tie your hair back into a bun. He said in a matter-of-fact tone that you have beautiful hair and that it must be hard for you to take care of it all the time. Your hair was long enough to reach your waist and it was obvious that you spent a lot of time trying to keep it in good condition

When Glam finished tying your hair, you were able to return to cooking. He could safely say that you looked beautiful both with your hair down and tied in a bun. He wasn't going to convince you to wear your hair down if you were uncomfortable. The main thing for him was that you felt comfortable

📚 Dee x Reader 📱

Dee and you were in the same class and you were the only one from his class with whom he talked a lot. Sometimes his gaze caught on the bun in which your hair was gathered. You always kept your hair tied up so that it wouldn't interfere with your daily life. Dee assumed you had long hair, but he didn't know how long

You skipped physical education together, preferring to sit on benches. Usually you chatted, discussing various little things, but this time when you came there was irritation on your face and your hair, reaching the length of your buttocks, was loose. As it turned out, your hair band broke and because of this you were forced to walk with your hair down, which bothered you

Looking at how you stubbornly tucked strands of hair behind your ears, he took out his spare hair band from his backpack and gave it to you. You hugged him tightly in gratitude and hurried to tie your hair. With your hair tied back in a bun, you looked much more familiar, but Dee would be lying if he said that your loose hair did not look beautiful

He liked you both with your hair tied up in a bun and with your hair down. He didn't dare to do it openly, but he was interested to know what your hair felt like. Maybe someday he could decide not only to confess his feelings to you, but also that he thought your hair was beautiful

🎮 Heavy x Reader 🐱

You and Heavy have been in the same class for the last few years. You were one of the people closest to him. You spent a lot of time together and Heavy was very serious about arranging a date for the two of you. But in all the time that he has known you, he has never seen you with your hair down. You kept your hair tied up in a bun all the time so that it wouldn't get in your way

Heavy often went to visit you and during one of these visits he asked you to let your hair down. You were surprised by his request, but you agreed. Heavy was mesmerized by you with your hair down. Your hair reached your waist and, feeling his gaze on you, you shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and blood rushed to your cheeks

He asked you, with a twinkle in his eyes, if he could braid your hair. You laughed softly but agreed, turning your back on him and giving him access to your hair. You didn't see how focused his face was, but Heavy really tried to make the braid look beautiful

When Heavy finished, your hair was braided into the braid he worked so hard for. Heavy was proud to tell you that he learned how to braid braids by watching his mom and he was glad that he was able to put his knowledge into practice. You had really beautiful and soft hair that he liked to touch and Heavy would be glad if you let him braid your hair again sometimes

🧄 Chive x Reader 🎸

You met Chive shortly after he opened a music store. You were the first employee he hired and you were quickly able to find a common language, not only in terms of work, but also in personal terms. However, in several years, he has never seen you untie the bun in which you gathered your hair. You claimed that it was more convenient for you to work like this, because your hair didn't bother you. He was interested to know what you looked like with your hair down, but he was in no hurry to ask you to let your hair down, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable

He invited you to his house so that you could have dinner and watch a movie together. However, in the middle of dinner, a severe thunderstorm began outside. You came to him on foot and it would have been difficult for you to get home as well. That's why Chive invited you to stay at his place for the night. He didn't want you to get hurt on the way home, and you didn't mind staying at his house overnight

After watching the movie, he gave you his T-shirt and shorts so that you would have something to change into. He was preparing a sleeping place for you while you were in the shower, and when you came out, he froze in surprise. You were wearing his clothes and your hair was disheveled and loose. It was the first time he saw you with your hair down, which reached your buttocks. You looked very homely and that made him feel warm

Looking at you sleeping next to him, he couldn't help but smile. Chive stroked your hair, watching you breathe peacefully in your sleep. Next to you, he felt the comfort of home that he had not felt for a long time. Chive hoped that this warmth would stay with you as long as possible

[saltydoesstuff]

🎸Yandere Glam x Reader Head Canons🎸

Made this on a whim, so it may not be the best. This man has me in an utter chokehold right now and I need more content of him sjdkm

We all saw how determined this man was in the music video to see Victoria again- happily willing and getting ran over by her on a motorcycle just to return her keys back to her. It's very simple to say that when Glam has his heart set on something, there is pretty much nothing he won't do to get what he wants. And in this case, that something is you

All it took was a glimpse of your figure passing by his peripheral vision for the world to halt. His head turned so fast he almost thought he had snapped it, all plans of where he was going before forgotten.

Glam prides himself in being a reasonable and logical man; and would normally scoff at the idea of love at the first sight- but he didn't know what else to call what he was feeling in the moment. For someone who didn't seem to notice him like he had you, you already had him around your finger.

Follows you everywhere. Has your schedule memorized and knows all your favorite places that you frequent- he doesn't want to waste a single opportunity to run into you. But he does try his best to make it seem natural- the last thing he wants is to scare you away.

Not so secretly a masochist-- finds your anger and aggressive behaviors attractive, threaten him and he takes it as a promise and gets all flustered. Grab him by the collar of his shirt and he's on his knees almost immediately. Fighting him only has the opposite effect.

But he would never hurt you. No, he could never! Glam treats you like a deity, worshiping the very ground you walk on. I don't think he would go out of his way to physically hurt others either- I think Glam would lean more on emotional and phycological damage instead. He's a smart man, and he knows well how to break a person- one of the only things he's thankful he got from his father in this case.

Absolute male wife. Cooks, cleans, and pampers you endlessly. All he asks in return is your love and affection, that's all he's wanted since the beginning.

But don't bother trying to escape. There is absolutely no where you could run or hide where Glam won't eventually find you, and he will find you. Why would you even want to escape in the first place? Is there something you're unhappy with? Just tell him and he will fix it immediately.

[silkythewriter]

*jumps through wall* Hello Metal Family Dee and any others with a S/O who basically is the queen of crows cause I’m gonna tame the crows around my house and I must know. Thanks you and I must tend to these unrelated wounds. *jumps through the wall to leave another hole*

//Author note (￣▽￣): AHHHH it feels so good to write again this request was a nice starter thank you for the ask I absolutely loved this one! And I love crows too their just adorable❤️❤️❤️\(^ヮ^)/ enjoy!! ;3//

Queen of the Crow’s

You jumped down the stairs of school while humming a small tune. The sun shined bright whilst it set, you shielded you’re eyes with hand and squinted a bit. You heard Dee’s heavy shoes thump on the stairs behind you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You alright?” He asked while watching you nod as you chuckled while continuing to walk. “Say where’s your brother? Doesn’t he stand out here for you?” You asked looking around for the redheaded boy in question. “Yea.” Dee scoffed while pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes while shaking his head “god knows what he’s probably up to, i should go find him before my parents drag me about losing him” he said with a heavy sigh. You laughed at his stress while he glared at you, “oh cmon it’s at least a BIT funny” you said while smiling. “Yea sure” he said as he punched your shoulder softly, a soft smile appeared on his face which he tried to hide but failed terribly as you already witnessed the adorable action. But you decided, for his sake to hide that fact. And instead focus on walking to your destination, “mind if i crash at your place for night?” You asked as you turned your head back to him. “At this point you live at my house so might as well not even ask” he said grunting in fake annoyance one which you saw right through.

Screaming was heard a few miles away, which made you and Dee simultaneously turn your heads to face what could be causing such screeching. After finding out what the source was Dee panicked in embarrassment as his brother came racing over to him, which caused you to chuckle at the brothers. “Heavy quite down! You causing a scene” Dee said in a hushed but angry voice which made heavy nod quickly before quieting down. Once he glanced over to you making his eyes light up “Hi Y/n!!” He said with a grin as he rushed over to you and wrapping his small arms around your waist little over your hips as he buried his head in your stomach. “Hey my strong guy!” You said as you laughed and ruffled his hair making him laugh in response as he let go of you and grasped your arm stoping you from ruffling his hair any longer “Stop!” He said laughing as he playfully pushed your hand back towards you. “Alright, alright!” You chuckled holding your hands up slightly, Dee only looked at his brother with glaring eyes before he began to move again, causing heavy to sprint towards him and you to walk behind him. “Y/n!” Heavy yelled put to you causing you to hum in acknowledgment, “can you do that thing with crows? You know the one you showed me last time!” He said causing Dee to turn his head to his little brother taking interest before looking at you in confusion. “What crow thing? Y/n CANT do a crow thing?” Dee huffed, hating the fact he was the only one left out of such detail. You only chuckled awkwardly “Nah, Dee probably just wants to go home, he’ll probably think it’s stupid” you said as you looked a Dee with a soft smile “wha- no- I mean, I wouldn’t mind.. I have time to spare anyway” he said stuttering as he looked away from you while kicking an old can of soda. “Oh alright then!” You said with a grin as you speed walked over to both of them before taking the lead infront of them and leading them to the old grave yard, “what are you doing?” Asked Dee as he watched you carefully, “climbing over the fence, what does it look like I’m doing?” You laughed as you hopped down onto the dead grass, heavy landed closely to you leaving Dee the only one to jump. He only shook his head as he pushed open the unlocked gate and walking through it with ease, making you and heavy stand there as you both let out an “ohhhh” heavy only shrugged “our way was cooler” he said as he walked over to the nearest tree housing hundreds of crows.

“Watch” was all heavy whispered to his brother as you neared the tree making the crows call out as they all flow towards you, many landed on your your out stretched arms as other landed near your feet, one even landed on your head making heavy chuckle “what the..” Dee said as he looked in wonderment at you and your body basically covered with crows, Dee out stretched a finder as you let one on your shoulder step onto it, Dee brought it close as if to inspect it. “How did you..” he said as his words trailed off being left speechless “they really like me I guess” you said with a laugh causing the crowd around you to squawk as almost in a mimic type way. “Your like their crow queen” stated heavy as he walked over with cupped hands making another crown hop off your head and land into his hands “yea!” You chuckled making Dee shake his head “you like my lil trick?” You asked dee as you let your eyes wonder to him making him nod in amazement

“it’s true you are just like their crow queen..”

[scaredycatqlt]

Couldddd,,, could u write glam headcanons (metal family) of him just ,, being a dad (im totally not ur bf totallyyyy)

Mhmmmmmmm :3

Glam as your Dad Headcanons‼️

Daddy issues spotted.

anyway…..,,,

He’s a pretty good dad. Has he got flaws? ABSOLUTELY. YEAH.

Just,,,don’t fuck up instruments and you’re fine./hj

He is super supportive of you-like, person wise. Whatever ur gender/sexuality or how you dress is, he supports it!! He emphasizes the importance of individuality to you at a very early age.

Any problems with teachers? He’s happy to settle it. Pilot style, if needed.

Let’s you paint his nails occasionally.

Respects your privacy-it is actually crazy. He won’t go through your phone and digital stuff, and he won’t go through your room unless he has an actual reason to. Like an emergency or something. (Or PETS. Even fish..,,,)

Takes you to go get piercings!!! <3

Let’s you borrow some of his CD’s. You have to return them in mint condition, though.

If he ever loses his cool, he’ll be sure to apologize later. (He really needs therapy……)

Honestly there isn’t much you could get in trouble for. Unless you’re outright rude or something.

I mean look at Dee, he’s a total smartass and he barely gets in trouble. You’re fine.

protects you from your mother (Vikki’s) wrath 🙏

Vikki loves u btw. Condescendingly ruffles ur hair all the time.

(Don’t tell Heavy or Dee but you’re his favorite.)

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Glam time

Metal Family content. Come on now. I know y'all have SOMETHING.

PLEASE. Im barely getting by. Starving. Famished.

If ur wondering what he's saying in the back, Glam is running on about manners/eye contact and the history of cross walks.

[xseizure-candyx]

✨🩷Unhinged glam sketch, it was 4:am and i had one eye open, i hate how i drew his face, bit i drew a new one and i like it better

[sonufabitchhhhh]

Metal Family - Dee x Reader

Your Secret’s Out and the Best Part is it isn’t Even a Good One

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Summary (Request 1): HEY UH CAN U WRITE A DEE FANFIC WITH A S/O THAT CAN DRAW REALLT GOOD AND ONE DAY SHE LEAVES HER SKETCHBOOK AT DEES HOUSE AND HE SEES THAT THERES PICTURES OF HIM IN IT? - @ilovesillycats

(Request 2): maybe dee takes y/n somewhere, like maybe to a park and asks her on a date! >:3 - @katdragon1915

Masterlist

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Y/n and Dee were practically inseparable. Everyone knew this; it was hard not to know this when they're always by each other's side.

They had plenty in common, and y/n's sweet nature naturally balanced out Dee's sarcasm.

However, while Dee was more the brains, y/n was more the artist. Dee would help y/n with homework and assignments when they'd study together, but though she always had it with her, he was never allowed to see her sketchbook.

Dee had seen some of y/n's art, when she'd been sketching random pieces in the art rooms at school for example. But she was very protective over most of her work. If ever he saw she was sketching, Dee would always try to sneak a peek. If she didn't move, or gave him more space to look, that was his permission, but if she held her work closer, Dee knew to back off.

The only thing Dee couldn't understand was why she wouldn't let him see most of her work. He'd seen some of her pieces, why couldn't he see the others? He knew her art was brilliant, he always made sure to compliment her on her skills. So why?

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"What are you drawing?" Dee asked mindlessly, as y/n drew in her sketchbook next to him while they hung out at his place.

They're time together would often go like this: the two listening to music on Dee's bed, while they chatted about anything and everything, and y/n would draw her secretive artwork.

"That's for me to know, and you to inconclusively wonder about." Y/n replied with a smile, knowing it was killing him to find out.

"Uggghhh! C'mon y/n! You know I love your work, there's nothing you could show me that I wouldn't like."

"Who said you liking it is the problem?" Y/n paused her movements to stare at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Then why can't I see?" Dee propped himself up a bit more, thinking he was closing in on an answer.

"Well... that's for me to know, and you-"

"Alright! I get it!" Dee huffed while y/n laughed musically.

The two went back to their mindless conversation until y/n had to leave.

-

It was late in the evening, long after y/n had left, when Dee saw it. Y/n's sketchbook. She had taken her case of pencils, but she must've forgotten to take the sketchbook along with it.

Dee had spent the better part of an hour after this discovery, trying to decide whether to look through it or not.

He was desperate to know what was in there, but was it worth violating her privacy? Then again, she would never have to know. But he wants her to show him her work, willingly. He wants to watch her explain each line, and feature to him like she has with so many other works. But if she never knows about him looking through it, there's still time for that...

With that final thought, he cracked the book open slightly, the worn cover, and untethering spine holding together so many pages. With just the smallest amount open, he could see smudges of pencil around the edges of the pages from where she'd shaded drawings and gotten pencil on her hands, later to rub off on the outer edges of the page.

With a deep breath, he fully opened the book to a random page. He had no idea what to say to what he was met with.

A beautifully drawn picture of himself was sitting on the page. He had no idea when it was from, but he was looking off somewhere, smiling sincerely. He must've been with her at the time to be smiling so pleasantly.

The way she'd drawn him, each line, each gradient, perfectly brought out his best features. He liked the way he looked in this drawing better than he'd ever liked the look of himself in any mirror or photo.

He somewhat reluctantly turned the page, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw another drawing of himself, somehow even better than the last.

Dee flipped through pages for a long time, taking the care to admire the ever present skill in each sketch.

After a while, he came to a drawing and realised that it was of him today, as he had sat on his bed next to y/n, like so many other of the drawings, yet still different. Sure enough, there was no drawing on the next page. So this is what she had been drawing this whole time. Why she wouldn't let him see. Was she embarrassed? Did this make him her muse? Either way, all he wanted to do was tell her he loved each and every piece, for they truly reflected her skill, and brought out a beauty in him that he thought he wouldn't ever be able to see in anything other than her art. He doesn't understand how she's able to see it and capture it.

But he knows he can't tell her what he saw. It would only prove that he betrayed her trust and looked through the art she was so protective of. But would it be worth it to assure her it's ok?

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The next day y/n and Dee went to the local park, which was pretty dead, as per usual. Dee had insisted on going somewhere different for a change.

The two had been sitting at the swings, talking for a while. It was peaceful. But Dee seemed... skittish.

"Hey Dee?" Y/n asked sweetly. With an indicating hum as response, she continued. "Are you alright? You seem a little on edge today."

A momentary look of inner turmoil crossed his face, but was gone before y/n could process, leaving her wondering if she'd truly seen it. "I'm fine. I almost forgot, you, uh.. left this at my place yesterday." Dee stated plainly while handing over her sketchbook from his bag.

"Oh my god, I didn't even notice it was gone!" Y/n had a look of horror on her face, as if she'd abandoned a dear friend and they were scowling at her for it. "I wasn't going to bring it with me today 'cause I didn't think there'd be much space to draw in the park."

Y/n cradled the sketchbook close to her chest and smiled at Dee gratefully. Dee loved that smile. Maybe she should forget her belongings more often.

"Anyway, there was something I wanted to-" Dee began speaking, with an air of nervousness around him, but was abruptly interrupted by y/n.

"Wait!" Y/n spoke with dread in her tone. "Did you... did you look in my sketchbook?"

Dee saw the look of pure fear on her face, and his heart melted at the thought of her being so afraid of him seeing her art. It was so beautiful, how could she be so scared of him seeing it?

He debated lying for a moment, to preserve her feelings and give her the chance to show him her work in her own time. But then he thought enough is enough. She was going to hear acceptance from him whether she liked it or not.

With a deep breath and an attempt at a calm demeanour, Dee addressed her concerns. "I did look in your sketchbook," he began, and hurriedly continued at the flash of concern on her face, "but I thought your drawings were incredible!"

Y/n took a moment to reply. Was he lying to make her feel better? Was he secretly creeped out at all the drawings of him?

"But what about all of the drawings of... well, of you?" Y/n asked fearfully. "Aren't you.. freaked out that I drew so many?"

"Of course not!" Dee reassured.

Dee wasn't really the type to say sweet affirmations, or even to just be generally nice, but y/n was always an exception. He would say all the nice things in the world about y/n.

"I loved every drawing in that book. You're so, so talented, and the only thing that surprised me was the fact that you wanted to draw me!" Dee blushed slightly at that, wondering (hoping) that maybe she liked staring at his features. Maybe she liked drawing him because she thought he was worthy of being her art. Maybe she liked him too.

"Well of course I want to draw you, Dee." Y/n blushed a cute shade of pink, and smiled sweetly. "You're so pretty Dee, and honestly, I could simply never get sick of drawing you. Especially when you smile." Dee blushed scarlet at her words, at a loss for what to say to such a genuine compliment.

A moment of silence passed between them, neither knowing what to say.

"Y/n?"

Y/n hummed slightly in reply, anticipation rising for what he would say.

"Would you, maybe, I dunno, want to... go out some time? With me?" Dee asked, a nervous wreck.

With her wits slightly returning at the confirmation that Dee actually liked her back, y/n officially decided to be a smartass. "Isn't that kind of what we're doing?"

"Oh you know what I mean!" Dee huffed with a dramatic groan, blushing endlessly at her decision to tease him.

Y/n smiled like an idiot. "I'd love to, Dee."

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A/N: omg I'm so ridiculously sorry for how long it's been! Especially since it's been literally forever since I received those requests! I've had serious writers block recently, especially for Dee cos I've been thinking about other fandoms, but I'm back! And I'm hoping I can try and get more fics out, or at the very least start a few. Again, super sorry! Hope you all enjoyed, please let me know any feedback or requests!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach

[natty1730]

Chapter 6 : Watercolor Eyes

Daisy could feel herself tossing and turning in her sleep, sweating from her past memories resurfacing back to her.

She heard Avó in her bedroom. Her Avó was on her knees at the foot of the bed crying her eyes. Daisy was only two at the time and didn’t understand what has happened. "Avó? Você está bem? O que aconteceu?, Por que você está chorando?" (“Avó? Are you okay? What happened?Why are you crying?” ). Avó was whipping her tears and looking at her granddaughter. She walks and lifts Daisy up and puts Daisy on her bed. “"Querida, é sobre sua mãe." ("Honey, it's about your mama. ") Daisy 's eyes were wide and she was worried about her mami. “"O que aconteceu?"("What happened?") . Both her grandma and Daisy were crying. "Algo ruim aconteceu com sua mami, ela sofreu um acidente quando estava caminhando para chegar em casa do trabalho." ("Something bad happened to your mami, she had an accident when she was walking home from work. ") "Ela está bem?" ("Is she ok?") Avó was avoiding Daisy’s eyes because they are the same as her daughter's. “Ela foi morta, Margarida,” (She is dead, Daisy)Daisy cried so hard and she hugged her Avó. "Não vovó, não, ela pode estar morta, ela é minha mãe, ela é minha mãe"("No Grandma, No, she can’t be dead, she's my mama, she's my mama") she cried and cried “"Quem fez isso com ela?” ("Who did this to her?")

Avó looks at the ground. "A polícia ainda está tentando encontrar o assassino da sua mãe. Eles não sabem quem é isso." ("The police are still trying to find your mama's killer. They don't know who this to her.") They cried and cried for hours.

The young girl jumped awake from her dream, and tried to catch her breath. She glanced at the time seeing that it was 3-am, and laid back down onto her bed to stare at the ceiling. Daisy rubbed her eyes away from tears that started to form, and shut her eyes tightly. 'God don't cry. You've been crying so much lately and it's honestly stupid. No one fucking cares so just shut up and take it." She flipped her pillow to the cold side and shoved her face into the pillowcase. 'I wonder what Dee is doing... he's actually really cool. I'm glad that I'll see him tomorrow.' She thought, smiling and slipping into a calm sleep.

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No no no! Not good enough, Again!" Daisy's father said, accidentally spilling a bit of scotch onto the marble floor while doing so. "Father, please let me have a break! My fingers are starting to bruise, look!" The girl held her red-ish purple fingers up to her father's face so he could get a good look, but he merely shook his head and walked behind Daisy. "You will only get a break until you have actually perfected the piece, now again." The man held his daughter's head to look at the music, and forced her to stare at the sheet music. The girl drew in a sharp breath and started to play once again. Daisy could feel her tear ducts starting to water, and her ears started to ring. "God damn it Daisy !" Her father said, before letting go of her head, and forcing her up. It wasn't until the man shoved a rag into her hands, Daisy realized that her bruises had started to bleed, and the blood smeared on the keys. "Clean this up and go. Her father sighed, and walked away leaving Daisy to clean the piano with a rag and bleeding fingers. As the young girl started to wipe the keys of blood, her mind trailed to a certain blonde haired boy and his family. 'I can't believe that the man on the plane is Dee's dad, hopefully he's not over there when I work with Dee. That'll be awkward.' She wiped up the last bit of blood and ran to her room to clean up her hands.

This looks stupid." Daisy mumbled out loud, looking down to see all of her fingers containing band-aids. She glanced at her clock and internally cringed when she saw what time it was. '4pm, I've been playing for eight hours.' She thought to herself while sighing, and walking to the closest to grab her coat. Daisy shrugged it on and made her way downstairs to meet the butler and escape the house, even if it was just for a couple of hours. As the girl snapped on her seatbelt, she couldn't help but notice her father staring at her. "I had a pack of cigarettes lying next to my coat the other day... you wouldn't have happened to know where they are would you?"He said, pulling out of the driveway. Daisy's palms started to sweat and her heart got faster as she reached a hand into her pocket and realized that she stored the cigarettes in her coat pocket on the day her bed was stolen from her. The girl awkwardly coughed and shrugged her shoulders while looking into the window, "I'm not sure. I also don't know why you would ask me." She said, mumbled the last part, noticing her father just sighed . “Please meet me back here at 8pm sharp.”The girl just gave him a strange look “Yes, father.” before taking out her backpack and leaving the car so she could walk to Dee's house.

While walking to Dee's house she saw the car drive away, so she decided to slow down her pace and lit a stolen cigarette from her pocket. As she inhaled the stale smoke from the cigarette she stopped to look above the sky. Daisy took notice of the way how the sky's shockingly beautiful orange sunset was starting to be conquered by the rain clouds that were forming. 'I hope it doesn't rain while I walk to the car.' She thought while taking in one last breath before dropping the cigarette onto the damp concrete and roughly putting it out.

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“Dad please just don't be embarrassed." The blonde haired boy said, sighing nervously while looking at his father. "I promise I won't be embarrassed, I just want to know who she is! That's all!" Glam hummed, while finishing up dinner. You're gonna love her dad! She is super cool, and really funny!" Heavy said, placing an ace on the middle of the table. "Oh come on! I didn't raise my children to be cheaters! Hmph." A muscular woman said, leaning back into her seat and crossing her arms rather angrily. "Ma I didn't cheat I swear! Besides, we're both losing anyway." The two slowly looked over to Ches who was relaxed as usual, holding his cards faced down.Hey, you should really try not looking at your cards until the end. It really works." All of a sudden everyone heard a faint knock at the door. "Please everyone just... be cool. We'll be in my room for most of the time so you don't need to worry." Dee said, quickly making his way to the door and subconsciously fixing his hair. But before he could open it, his father seemingly appeared out of nowhere and opened the door. Glam's height blocked Dee from seeing the girl who was standing at the door, but he could see his father's face turn into a look of surprise. Dee finally pushed past his father to see Daisy , standing and awkwardly scratching her head and Glam’s eyes widened in his mind he thought ‘she looks a lot like Gia’"Uh hey Dee's dad. Long time no see?" The girl said rubbing her palms on her legs to rid herself of the sweat that was forming. "Wait Daisy you know my-" But before Dee could finish his dad had cut him off. "Daisy! It is great to see you! Please come inside, I've just finished making dinner! Besides I'm sure everyone would like to get to know you! We have a coat rack off to the side, if you want to take it off." Glam hummed happily and walked back to the kitchen to set the table for dinner. Dee stared back at Daisy who was shrugging off her jacket and placing it next to an almost identical one. "Wait, so how do you know my dad?" The girl finally looked back into Dee's blue eyes and smiled gently. "I called him creepy on my flight here."

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Outfit Reference

[drenix004]

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!

[yandere-metal-family]

You're So Dumb

Summary: You and Glam end up alone in a locked room

"It won't open."

"Are you sure?"

You turn around, glaring at Glam. He awkwardly smiles, waiting for your answer. "Am I sure? Am i sUrE?" You roll your eyes, but Glam stays calm.

"I get your point. Can I try?"

"No one's stopping you." You gestured to the door.

"Maybe it's a push, instead of a pull." He pushes the door, but it doesn't budge. "Hmm... Won't open... Maybe it's locked?"

"Are you sure?" You ask, whispering in his ear. He smirks, side-eyeing you and lets out a silent chuckle.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

You look around the small room before crossing your arms, "God, could this room be any smaller?" You joke, which causes Glam to get away from the door and look around the room.

"I think it's a storage closet."

You look over at one of the boxes, which had 'Cleaning Supplies' written in black Sharpie. "Yeah. I don't think that's a far off guess, but what gave it away?"

He laughs, wholeheartedly, "God, Y/n. You're so funny."

"I can't tell what you mean by that, but I don't like it."

He moves it closer to you; You can feel his breath. It was cold, like the arctic mountains. It was like the winter breeze and reminded you of Christmas time.

"I genuinely mean it. Why would I lie to you?"

"I didn't think you were lying. Just teasing."

"Why would I tease a pretty girl like you? I'd only want to do things you like."

Your face turns a bright red and you back up, but you slam into the wall and nearly trip over a box, but thankfully he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. Your face slams into his chest and you hesitate to look up at him. You know he's probably smirking down at you, so you just look at the ground.

"So, how's your day?"

"It just got a lot better."

You look at him, love and adoration filling his eyes. You quickly look away, not wanting him to look at you like that.

"You're a weird guy, Glam."

"Oh, are you teasing me?" He jokes and you roll your eyes.

Of course this fool would use your words against you. You hear a voice outside.

"I wonder where those fools are."

"Probably getting lucky," One jokes and you hear a round of laughs. You groan, before pounding on the door.

"What the hell was that?"

God, you recognized the fool, Chive.

"If you don't open this damn door, I'm going to choke you Ches!"

"Y/n are you locked in the storage closet?" You can hear him tap the door.

"Great detective work, Sherlock. Now, get me out. Glam is in here, too."

"Oh?" You can hear the teasing in his voice.

"I swear to god, I will smoother you in your sleep, Chive," You growl, irratated.

"Okay, calm down, I'll get the keys and be back."

You can feel Glam's chest against your back and your breathing becomes heavy.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"I'm great. Just so excited to get out."

"Do you hate me, Y/n?"

You shake your head, "Of course not!" You turn around to face him, "I just... You know, need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, Chive probably isn't come back, here move real quick."

Though, before you could even respond, the door opened, causing your eyes to light up and you took off. You rush to the bathroom, before sighing in relief when you were finally away from him. You leaned against the door, rubbing your face. God, you felt like an idiot and a fool. How were you supposed to talk to him now?

[jokingmisfit]

A Good Lesson

Glam x Student!Reader

Prompt 1- “You’re just so much fun to mess with.”

Prompt 2- “Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?”

Prompt 3-“Can I kiss you?”

Notes- Glam divorced Victoria and no I won’t elaborate why because they love each other in canon and I won’t shit on that. If you can’t tell, I love them. You're his student but you’re 18.  Also it's pretty short only 400 words.

“What was that?” he asked me calmly. 

I couldn’t help but laugh. Leaning forward slightly with a smile I spoke. “Would you like me to whisper it in your ear? Hehe”

I watch as his smile widens slightly and he tilts his head. “That won’t be necessary.” He leans in. “Maybe, you could tell me instead why you act so…” He trails.

“Why I flirt you mean?” I ask. “Well, Teach, I’ll be honest,” I quiet my voice and lean in more. “You’re just so much fun to mess with.” I poke his nose and giggle.

His face contorted with confusion before he smiled again.

“Y’know a part of me wonders why you entertain me. Most don’t tolerate my behavior, then again no one gets my attention like you~” I smirk.

“Perhaps we should get back to the lesson?” He says, a light pink brushing across his face. 

I pout playfully. “You're no fun Glam!”

“I thought you like playing?” He said questioningly.

“Oh I love playing~” I giggle. “More than just guitar~”

“Now, you have a lot left to learn and we’ve already wasted most of your session. You have exactly 13 minutes and 46 seconds left.” He says matter of factly.

I sigh. “Sorry… Got carried away again. Heh…” I smile bitterly. It wasn’t like I was mad at him. I often drive people away with how I act… I shook my head slightly and smirked. “You know I just can’t help myself~” I giggled.

“Shall we try a new tactic to get you focused?” He asks confidently. I tilted my head this time. “Everytime, you get a note correct and you get too uh…” He trailed off with a smile of confusion.

I was nervous myself, but I didn’t think before I spoke. “Can I kiss you?” the room silenced completely as I realized what I had said. “I mean when I get one right! No I didn’t mean that at all! I don’t know why I said that! Haha! Heh… I am so sorry.”

My face burned with embarrassment as I stared blankly at my lap.

“Hehe,” Hearing him giggle, I shot my head up. “I guess that’ll work, as long as it’s sufficient initiative.” He smiles shyly.

I couldn’t help but straighten my back. “Hehe, I promise it is… Um how much time do we have left?” I look over nervously.

Glam smirks. “Enough.”

[vikkirosko]

May I please have a headcanon list of Glam/Sebastion, Victoria, Dee, & Heavy meeting a fem!Albino reader that's the same age as Dee? Maybe in a library, park, or she's off somewhere where others normally don't go but the selected character does & they meet by accident?

Sidenote: I'm new to the fandom & have sunk into it quickly. Blogs like yours quickened the lovely experience! 🫡 🤗

[she's human, I just really liked this gif]

If requests are closed or this is offensive to you, I understand if you do not answer. Have a nice day/night & happy writing.

Partially platonic headcanons Albino

💖 Glam x teen fem!Reader 🎸

Glam sometimes visited the city library when he needed to find something or just relax. During one of his trips to the library, he saw you there. You were a teenager, about the same age as his eldest son, and you were reading one of the books that he knew well. He saw that those few visitors to the library paid a lot of attention to you because you were an albino

He did not plan to start communicating with you, but when he left, he saw that you were standing at the exit door and did not dare to leave. The reason for this was that the sun was shining brightly outside, although it was raining in the morning. He assumed that you came when it was raining outside and thought that by the time you decide to leave, it will still be raining. You could easily get burned in the sun and get nervous about it. Glam, who came with an umbrella, offered to lend you his umbrella so that you could return home

You and Glam started chatting after he helped you. You were nice to talk to and Glam didn't mind talking to you. He knew that you didn't go to the same school as his sons, but it seemed to him that you could get along with his children, just as you got along with him

You were a pleasant person to talk to and Glam liked talking to you. You were a good conversationalist and you could communicate on a variety of topics. Glam was glad that he had a new interlocutor and hoped that you would have new opportunities to see each other

🏍 Vicky x teen fem!Reader 🚬

Vicky sometimes wanted to be quiet. That's why she sometimes went to a small park where almost no one went. It was in this park that she saw you. You were a teenager, the same age as her eldest son. You were sitting on a bench under an umbrella and you also stood out because you were an albino

You met thanks to the strong wind that tore your umbrella out of your hands. Vicky easily caught your umbrella and came over to return it to you. You looked confused, but a smile appeared on your lips and you thanked her for helping you. According to you, she literally saved your life, because if you were forced to return home without an umbrella, you would most likely have sunburn

You began to see each other sometimes in this park. You used to walk there a lot and that's why Vicky specially came to visit you. At first, she mentally compared you to her son, but then she finally became convinced that you were not like him. Vicky and you could chat in peace. You were quieter than her, but you were able to find a common language

Next to you, Vicky could relax and unwind. She hadn't met you anywhere else and assumed that you lived in another part of the city, but that didn't stop you from being friends, as well as your age difference. Vicky didn't pay attention to such things, especially since she was comfortable talking to you

📚 Dee x teen fem!Reader 📱

You met Dee in the library of his school. Usually there was almost no one there, and he had to wait for the end of lessons somewhere. He saw you in the empty library. Apparently, you were a new student and it was going to be your first day of school soon. You were the same age, but the reason why he noticed you was something else. You were an albino

He was bored waiting for the end of the lessons and the book he was reading was over, so he started talking to you. You didn't mind getting to know your future classmate, and after a little conversation, Dee realized that he likes to communicate with you. This was the reason why you continued to communicate even when you started studying with him in the same class

You attracted a lot of attention with your appearance, but Dee didn't make a big deal out of it, realizing that you might be uncomfortable. He accompanied you home and carried your umbrella from the sun so that you would not burn in the sun. You walked together and often sat together in the library, where you could be alone

It was obvious to the others that you and Dee were close. He helped you and took you to different quiet places that you liked. He knew that you didn't like noisy companies and crowded places where people paid too much attention to you because of your appearance. That was another reason why you felt comfortable around Dee. He didn't make a big deal out of your appearance, which you were grateful for

🎮 Heavy x teen fem!Reader 🐱

Heavy met you in a park where few people usually went. He ran into you in this park. He had not seen you before and your unusual appearance attracted his attention. You were sitting on a bench, under an umbrella and wearing closed clothes, despite the fact that it was not very cold outside. When he got a little closer, he saw that you were an albino, a couple of years older than him

You began to see him often in this park. Heavy loved spending time with you there. You talked a lot. You were the same age as his brother, but it was much easier for him to communicate with you than with Dee. You carried an umbrella with you all the time because you got sunburned very quickly. Heavy had never met an albino before, so he asked you a lot of questions, but you didn't mind

Sometimes you invited Heavy to your house. You helped him with his lessons, you played video games and watched movies together. Sometimes, when you were watching fantasy movies, he noticed that you looked like the elves from the movies. He told you about it directly, which caused you embarrassment and a soft smile. You've rarely been compared to elves

Despite the small age difference, you and Heavy were able to get along well. Every time he hurried to your meetings, wanting to see you again. You studied at another school, so you couldn't see each other there, but you were both happy with the meetings that you could arrange

[arsenicbluebell]

I kinda wanna write for metal family

Gimme ideas pls

[kingayatospalace]

Beyond the Facade

Dee x Male!OC!Olezka

A/N: I was also pretty nervous about this one and tried my best to approach this with care. I think it came out alright. I hope you enjoy. I'm not sure when the next chapter will go up, but I'm hoping to make it soon.

Warnings: stabbing | betrayal? | abuse | manipulation | bugs/insects | let me know if I should add anything else

Word Count: 962

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Chapter 7: Consequences

Olezka is a person who knows all about consequences; cause and effect; what goes around, comes around. It's been drilled into him since he was little.

Up until recently, the reason for that has been kept a MAJOR secret, from everyone, including his best mate Andrei: his mother. Oh how deathly afriad of her he's always been.

He never joins in on those conversations where people would discuss how amazing, or rude, or pleasant, or crude their parents are, opting to rather just listen.

To him, his mother is a monster, small but scary. He's been abused by her for as long as he can remember. From hands to slippers to recently chairs, she's always found a way to hurt him.

Oddly enough, she always immediately apologises and up until a certain point in his life, she would bandage him up afterwards. Now, she just gives him the supplies and tells him how deeply sorry she is.

On the bright side, he's never been afriad of being beaten up by anyone who bullied him because "my mom hits harder than you". Everyone has always taken that as an insult. Your first thought would never be anything but, right?

He always tries his hardest to tiptoe on the eggshells that surround her unpredictable mood swings, but it doesn't always work. Thanks to this, he always wears clothes that cover up every inch of his skin, his face, hands and neck being the only exceptions.

"Aren't you hot?" has become the one most predictable line others have thrown at him, deflected with "No" in the sweetest voice one's ever heard.

He's always thought that even if he were to tell anyone about what happens to him at home, nobody would ever believe him. Besides, she gets him nice clothes and he always has a full lunch bag. She even let him get whatever piercings and accessories he wanted. He wasn't scared of others and did well on paper too.

"What do you mean your mom isn't what I think she is? She's awesome! I would be so happy to be you!" someone he thought was a friend until they betrayed him once said.

She stabbed him that time, twice even!

She told the hospital how often he got into fights and how close she was to losing him this time. Of course they would believe a beautiful woman in tears. Who wouldn't?

Feya Komarov is not at all an intimidating woman to the outside world. Rather, she's quite visually appealing. Petite, some would say. Her soft brown hair always cut into the perfect bob, always parted on the left side. "Bangs hide the full beauty of a lady's face", she says. Her green eyes always sporting the prettiest false lashes. Her voice is kind; a smooth, consistent, airy pitch. Her style is that of the traditional classy lady; soft pastels and or bold patterns only. She's a great help to her neighbors. She makes donations to her son's school. She even makes lovely music. Her dream job, the one she does for a living, is to play piano for the world at large. And she does it quite well.

Olezka has always asked himself one important question: Why?

Why does she treat him this way but treat the world as if it's dainty fine china? Why is violence her only form of punishment? Why does she do it if she feels bad afterwards? Why give him all he needs and then hurt him? Why did she have to be his mother?

He's never known his father. "He ran away from us, my dear Olezka. We don't need him anyway. Pay him no mind." That's all he knows.

"Ran away from us or from you?" he thinks. "How soon until I can follow in his footsteps?" he dreams.

Until then, he does what he can to make the best with what he's got.

You thought being interested in bugs was a strange interest? Well, Olezka can tell you that they are much easier to understand than people. Everything they do is for a specific reason and all they do is try to survive. Kinda like him. When they eat, it's because they're hungry. When they fight, it's to defend their territory and friends. When they kill, it's to eat (most of the time, but you get the point). Everything they do is for the sake of survival.

Despite her random, violent outbursts, Feya is an open-minded and understanding mother.

"Mom, can I try that skirt?"

"Why, my love? Do you like it?"

"Yes! I think it's pretty!"

"Sure. Which color do you want to try first?"

And that's how Olezka figured out he likes to wear both pants and skirts.

"Mom, why are you coloring on your face?"

"It's my make-up. You use it to make yourself even prettier. Does it look good?"

"Mhm! Can you do it for me too?"

"Of course. Which one do you think is the prettiest?"

And that's how Olezka figured out he loves eye make-up and the occasional colorful lip.

He likes to paint his nails and play in the dirt. He likes to dress up to host high teas where you drink tea and eat bugs. According to his mother, "He's a wonderful boy. A beautiful blend of pretty and rough n' tumble."

If ever the school complained about his 'unusual style of dress' or his 'girly behavior', they had one chance to shut it and leave him be or be taken to court. Yes, it has happened. Yes, she won the case.

If you think about it, there is a sense of balance in his life. Horrible, painful punishments and amazing, wonderful rewards. At least, that's his rationalisation.

"I love you Olezka."

"...I love you too mom."