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meow-town · 2 years

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Jealous! Dee x Reader Oneshot 「Seeing Green」

Summary : Dee arrives at a party hoping to find his crush, but envy makes an entrance and makes him reveal secrets within his heart.

Requested by @chanel-lovegood !! Thank you so much! Things have really been piling on lately, so sorry if I take a while to finish requests!

Also, I’m literALLY SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TUMBLR DELETED MY ENTIRE DRAFT FOR SOME REASON AND I HAD TO START OVER

Why was he here? Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, someone who absolutely despised parties and big social gatherings. He thought they were foolish, he had better things to do. He could be reading, he could be going over school notes, he could be doing anything other than being stuffed in some suburban house with horny sixteen year olds awkwardly swaying to shitty house music. Yet here he was, grabbing onto a clear plastic cup full with water and blowing off everyone who came up to him expecting to get his number.

“Not interested.”

“But I literally just-”

“I’m not interested.”

The brunette sighed, turning on her heel and sulking away to the furthest corner. He sighed and went back on his search, scouting out for the light in this dark realm of absurdity. Turning corners, climbing up stairs to a whole other side of the party, stepping out into the front yard, and continuing to push away people who didn’t know about the concept of personal space. He continued to look for them, the only thing worth being here for.

(f/n) (l/n).

A diamond in the rough. He didn’t expect them to be at party. From what he had gathered, they would much rather be at home than doing anything like this. He had seen social media posts of them reading or drawing or just staying in in general. Dee remembered how he had come to arrive at this party. Kids were bombarding the class group chat with messages about it, obviously, Dee couldn’t be less interested until he overheard someone speak at school. That’s what Dee did. He subconsciously eavesdropped, constantly.

“Yeah, I’ve invited (f/n) to the party. She said she’d go if I did.”

A slight twinge of hurt pecked at his chest, someone had probably spiked the water or whatever.

His mind scattered back, scratching into the deepest corners of his brain to think of more places they could be.

‘Upstairs? No, there’s people making out up there, they wouldn’t be comfortable. Maybe they’re in the bathroom, hiding? That sounds like something they would do.’

His breath hitched in his throat once he realized. Squeezing in between people, leaving behind a trail of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s. He made his way back out through the kitchen door, leaving to the backyard. And once he slid the door closed, he saw.

There they were. Sitting atop the grass with an anxious dog on their lap.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay! They’re just loud noises, nothing’s gonna hurt you!” The terrier whimpered in response, backing up further into them.

He sighed into his lips, parting his sight. A rosy tint crept onto his cheeks, just by looking at them. (F/n), sweetest soul he’d ever met. And now was a perfect example. The sight of them holding the little creature close to their chest, stroking its fur gradually while whispering sweet words of reassurance - even while fully knowing the dog wouldn’t understand, it was adorable.

A distant song made its way to his ears.

You see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night.

Burning, it, down.

“Dee?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry, I just zoned out.”

He mentally striked himself across the face, scowling visibly while they smiled at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated these types of things.”

“I do, but I wanted to see someone here.” ‘You. It’s you who I wanted to see.’ “What about you?”

“A friend dragged me here along with him.”

A comforting silence took over them both. Silences were just different with (f/n), Dee thought. They silently gestured for him to sit next to them, patting the grass with one hand. With still no words spoken, he sat and shuffled closer to (f/n), cheeks still pinkish in color. He reached for the dog to scratch behind its ears and retracted his arms to prop himself up once more. Some stars were visible, but with all of the light coming from inside and the lamppost, they could only point some out.

The terrier suddenly jumped out of (f/n)’s arms to switch over to Dee. Hopping off, it strided to his side and jumped onto his lap. (F/n) looked over at him, giving him a closed-eye smile. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. Wrapping an arm languidly around the pup, his gaze returned to the skies. How long had it been? Bit less than a year now. Around 10 months since (f/n) transferred to his school, and 8 months since he developed a crush on them. It really only got worse from there. It was a silly little crush, at first. Evolved into him thinking about them before he went to sleep, cradling his pillow. Then he began to ask around for their socials, places they would be during the weekend. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here with them right now.

He exhaled deeply, cherishing this moment.

The scent of their hair, their usual coffee order, their playlist, their favorite flower - which they had only briefly mentioned in a school trip once. He remembered every small detail he could recollect, small and unimportant as it may seem. “Who’d you say you came here with?” He blurted out, desperate to get some form of conversation going.

“Oh, just Vitya. He’s in the school band, you’ve probably heard of him.”

His brow unconscious furrowed. Vitya. Sure, he’d heard of Vitya. Bassist and lead vocalist of the school band, as well as second hand man to Ches. He’d visited Ches’s shop every now and then only to see Vitya greet him each time. Vitya, with his ruffled brown hair and his dimples and his incredible skills in music. Who had more talent in his left pinkie finger than Dee could ever have in his entire body.

He chose to let it go, to just enjoy the time he had with (f/n) for as long as he could. Vitya could cloud his thoughts any day, but moments like these came once in a lifetime. “Why don’t you join the band? Haywire has been looking for a new member, and you seem to like the kind of music they produce.”

“Just, uh, not really interested.” Lies. Dee couldn’t play a note if his life depended on it. He tended to rush into things, to impulsively decide to learn something new and get frustrated as all hell when he wasn’t amazing at it within the first five minutes. Being intellectually gifted does that to a person. You grow up all of your life being naturally amazing at everything without having to lift a finger, and once you have to put in effort, you give up.

They sat in lively conversation for about another ten minutes, until the music re-emerged from its muffled state, as a voice shouted over it.

“(F/N)! GET OVER HERE! SOMEONE’S DEDICATING A SONG TO YOU!” (F/n)’s head darted over immediately.

“Oh shit! Really?” The dog jumped up at the sight of their agitated state. “I’m coming! Coming!” While they scrambled to their feet, Dee swiftly pulled the critter off of him.

“I’ll come with.” He grumbled, pulling his jacket back into place. (F/n) nodded and grasped his forearm to drag him inside. They shut the door behind them, placing their plastic cup onto the kitchen counter. An electric guitar being tuned, drum kits being assembled, keyboard being tried out and a bass guitar being plugged in, much to Dee’s dismay. It wouldn’t take a genius to find out who dedicated a song to (f/n). Dee felt bad for the other members of Haywire, being dragged into an entire performance because their leader was head over heels for someone he couldn’t have.

He couldn’t have them, Dee repeated the phrase in his mind, almost to convince himself. (F/n) was destined to end up with him. It was only fair. “This song goes out to someone who’s real special to me.” Dee blocked out the voice to the best of his abilities. He could just imagine the way Vitya looked at (f/n) when he said that. “You’re always by my side, (f/n). And I think this is a good way to show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is not a confession.’ Dee thought, looking back at them. The starter riff begun and Dee internally facepalmed at the sound of it.

‘Wonderwall. Of all the songs you could dedicate to someone, Wonderwall. How basic and boring.’

Even with how distressed he was, the blonde always managed to critique something. His gaze flew from one person to another. The crowd staring at them like a pair of animals at the zoo, and the brunette’s sight caught directly onto (f/n).

He carried on through the entire song, adjusting his gaze every once in a while to be able to look at the fretboard. People were recording, as if this were a romantic comedy in which the guy on stage would drop on his knees to receive a kiss from the love interest.

But it didn’t seem to far from that. And it scared Dee.

Vitya staring deeply into (f/n)’s eyes, and them shyly reciprocating with a twinkle.

This wasn’t happening. The absolute hysteria building up in his body was too much to bear. It couldn’t end here. Dee needed to have his chance. He need to tell them how they felt. The tension is his neck was alarmingly visible, and he had to do something.

Vitya leaning further from the stage, beginning to sit on his knees to face the crowd better. Sitting on his knees to face (f/n) better. To have his face closer to theirs. To make their move. To take them away from him. To ruin him.

“Dee?!”

Before he knew what he was doing, he latched onto their frame, swooping them out of the scene.

“What the fuck, man?!” Dee didn’t say anything back, as much as he wanted to. As much as he wanted to swipe the lovesick look clean off of the bassist’s face with a guitar. Dee ignored all complaints and demands to be put down and took them into a closet, locking the door behind them. He took a breather, body pressed firmly against the door, as if someone was to barge in at any second. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Shut up.”

“I- excuse me?!”

“Shut up.”

He doesn’t know why. It seemed right in the heat of the moment and he pulled her away. And now they were both inside a pitch dark closet, sharing a small space that could barely fit the both of them. His breathing calmed down, and his head thudded on the wall behind him once he threw it back. No one had seen them go in here. He made sure. “Dee…” He couldn’t see anything, just black. Pure black. “Why did you pull me in here?” His cool demeanor shattered into small little bits, as he stumbled over words and syllables.

“I-I just… Uhm. I don’t…” He was cut off by a sigh and he shut up this time.

Dark as all hell, with no ability to see anything. He felt two hands press down on his shoulders. “Oh, there you are.” He stifled a gasp when he felt their hands on him, cheeks burning hotter with each second that passed. “These are your shoulders, right?”

“Yeah.. yeah, that’s it.” He replied, voice shaky as he tensed up even more. The tips of his ear were turning pink, and for once he was glad it was dark in the room. He couldn’t imagine having to explain to (f/n) why he was sweating, face looking like a fire truck. They patted along his shoulders, gripping onto his arms and finding their way all over him. Cupping his cheeks, they tugged and pinched slightly.

“Im guessing this is your face..?”

“It is.”

They chuckled and moved to remove their hands. But his ones piled over theirs to maintain them where they were. “N-no.” He whispered. “Keep them here.” (F/n) hummed and did as he said, taking a step forward. He nuzzled further into their palm, exhaling deeply. They were now so close to each other, Dee could feel the body heat radiating off of (f/n). Although there was no light, they could feel his gaze like a touch. They pulled away.

“We should get out of here, Vitya’s looking for me. I don’t wanna make him worry.”

“Stop talking about Vitya. Vitya isn’t here. I’m here.” He husked, now managing to see (f/n) more clearly in the dark. The (hair-colored) beauty relaxed, eyes half lidded. “It’s just Vitya with you, isn’t it?” The question took both of them by surprise. (F/n) didn’t know how to respond, and Dee couldn’t imagine what he had just said. That was risky. Too risky. He could have apologized and let it go, but at this point he might as well pull through with it. “Vitya dedicating a song to you, Vitya inviting you to a party, Vitya and his bass skills, Vitya, Vitya, Vitya.”

He continued to confront them. “What about me? Why can’t you gush over me? I’ve been trying my absolute hardest for you to notice my approaches and nothing. How am I supposed to feel knowing that my best wasn’t good enough, and that some rando can win you over by doing his bare minimum? Huh?”

(F/n) blinked at the blonde’s outburst, mind clouded with so many thoughts at once they couldn’t focus on a single one. They listened to him ramble on, except their brain wasn’t absorbing any of the info he spat at them. Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, and the most attractive person they’d ever met. Their body drove closer to him, itching to get closer. They’d been keeping their distance for him to not notice them falling for him. After all, he wasn’t interested in people like that. Or at least, people excluding (f/n). Maybe 8 months since she grew apart. And it was harder each day. Harder to not confess the way they felt.

Another step. And another.

And another.

They cupped his chin, pupils dilated completely. Whether it was from the lack of light, or from how close they were to him, they didn’t know. Possibly both. Dee’s rant came halting to an end, as (f/n) closed the space between them.

As they felt fireworks go off in their stomach, as they felt all nerves dissipate from their body, as they silently thanked a greater good for this opportunity.

As they pressed their lips onto his, pressing a stray hand flat on his chest. He felt them run their fingers around his hair, pulling of the hair tie to run their fingers through it. Pausing in between for breaths each time, Dee smashed his lips onto theirs, losing all control he might’ve previously had. He pulled away fro a brief second, enticing them with the promise of more. Only for him to push them back in a mere second, pushing the back of their head into the kiss. Long breaths, roaming hands and deep kisses. “I’ve liked you… Hah, for the longest time. Dee.”

“Me too…”

They clawed at his back when he forced entrance into their mouth, claiming every spot as his. Needless to say, Dee knew his feelings were reciprocated.

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astrok1dz · 11 months

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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.

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amazingbananabread · 5 months

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You can shit on this piece of art i made. I post this with the intention of it being a meme.

Btw here's the original pic if you wanna draw your oc or fc on them

#melissa ^^#metal family #metal family dee #you #dee x you #dee x y/n #dee x reader #metal family dee x reader #yah ngl if you want to then you can edit. just as long you credit me

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sonufabitchhhhh · 1 year

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader

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

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

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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?

"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?

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... we'll, 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."

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

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reareaotaku · 2 years

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I'm Not a Stalker!

Dee watched as the girl continued to mumble to herself. He smiled, leaning his chin on his hand. You felt someone staring at you, so you turned around and made direct eye contact with the blonde boy sitting by one of the windows. He blushed a bright red and quickly turned away from you.

The bell rang and you decided to wait a little longer, hoping to possibly catch the boy. You saw him walk pass you, rather quickly and you jogged to keep up with him.

"Excuse me! Emo guy!"

He turned around, rather annoyed, before seeing you and turning a dark red.

"hEy," he mentally facepalmed.

You blushed, realizing you didn't know his name, but you did know he was staring at you, and he was really smart. Though not smart enough to not get caught staring at you. "My name's Y/n-"

"I know." He blushed, as his voice cracked.

"Um... Okay. Oh! Do you play guitar?" You pointed to his fingers, where there was some markings.

"No."

He was blunt and straight to the point, embarrassing you, because you felt like it was a stupid question. "I'm sorry."

His mouth tightened. He didn't want you to be sorry. He didn't mean to be rude to you, but that's just how he was and now it was awkward.

You pointed towards the directions of your home, "Well, I should.. uh head home?" You awkwardly laugh, causing him to also awkwardly laugh.

Dee watched you on his phone. He ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself. You probably thought he was weird. God, why couldn't he just be normal around you?

He saw you heading out of your room and he had to hide better. He hid behind a bush, as he heard you step down from your porch. He held his breath, hearing you just inches away from where he was. He could only imagine what you'd think if you saw him, hiding, at your home, when you've only just talked today and it wasn't even a good talk. You stepped down from the porch and headed out. He watched you walk down the streetway.

He quickly followed you, but he made sure to stay a few feet away. He saw you turn around and hid behind a wall. He could hear your footsteps near him, as he held his breath. Was he about to get caught?

"Y/n!"

You turned around and headed towards the voice. He sighed, pulling a strand of hair back. He looked over to see you talking to one of your friends, causing him to roll his eyes. Maybe next time.....

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userm3rc · 2 years

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hii !!! i just wanna say your writing is so AMAZING djrkkfskktkd also, can i request a dee fic where his s/o loves to draw and one day they leave their sketchbook at his house and he opens it to see portraits of him :) <3

STAHDHSH THIS IS SO CUTE.

❥Dee with an S/O who loves to draw

he genuinely enjoys watching you draw, like he finds you mesmerizing

the way you just focus & drag pencil on a paper.. he's never found it so enchanting before idk

of course there's moments he's not hovering over you drawing, and you take ADVANTAGE.

sketch after sketch of him

sketch of him playing games, or reading, even doing homework

there's even a few of him outside , just sitting in a park or smth :( he's js so pretty dude!! how could you not??

ofc you don't show him that's like.. embarrassing ( no it's not he'd literally die from how thoughtful & heart touching it it??:?!:?;)

so you just stick to sketching scenery & random people with him!!

and then you slip up. and leave your sketch book.

in your defense, you were running late & genuinely forgot to put it in your bag, what's the worse that could happen?? it's safe with your bf!!

and then you remembered all the sketches of him & your heart drops to your ass

but then you remember that he wouldn't go snooping through your stuff so calm mind once again

SIKE LFMAOOO .

he remembered watching you draw a project for class & he wanted to see it!!

he wanted to make sure his S/O was on top of their school work!! & just to genuinely see what you were drawing :)

he js loves the drawings so much.

and then comes across a sketch that looks like him 🧐

very suspicious. very odd.

and then starts flipping through your journal to see the plethora of drawings you have of him

he's in heaven.

genuinely fell inlove with you once he realized how much attention & thought you put into the drawings

teases you & mocks u about it but is burning up like a tomato over the fact that you drew him. more than ONCE

definitely steals a few & demands you show him them as you draw them

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ok but this was such a cute idea tysm and i luv u <33

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expired-bat · 2 years

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we met in september - chapter 7

heyyyyy sorry for being gone for 2 months!!!!! i just started my final year of high school (woohoo!!!!!!!!) and school's been kicking my ass in writers block :( but ive finally picked up some inspo and im back!!! (for now) enjoy this new chapter and sorry if its shitty :))

also tw for suggestive content ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nothing exciting happened today at school. Other than that, the duo have arranged to meet up at Dee’s place. He said that he, Heavy, and his dad would be the only ones home, and that his dad is in his study most of the time. Y/N was fine with this.

At the end of the day, the duo met up with Heavy to head to the brother’s residence. The ginger was chatting around with Y/N while Dee was on his phone listening to music. Heavy asked many questions, like where they came from, what their home is like, etc. She responded the best she could, and Heavy let out surprised responses.

“You like Slayer too?! Kick-ass!” he exclaimed. Y/N wouldn’t say she was a major fan, but Heavy was glad that someone had some “good” music taste.

The trio arrived at the large Victorian-esque estate; gloomy and dark, Y/N’s dream home. The wood was painted dull blue, the fences were spiked and all living life was dead. She was in awe with what she was seeing. The architecture and flora were arranged perfectly.

Dee took out his keys and unlocked the door. The three teens entered the home, and Y/N was still in shock at the condition of the brothers’ home. The furniture and decorations were goth-like and it felt like home. Y/N had to admit that she was jealous. Where she is staying currently and her place back at home looked nothing like it besides her bedroom.

The blond placed his keys on the holder that says “Metal Family.”

“Whoa,” Y/N wondered, “Where did you get that key holder?”

Dee responded, “My mom made it.”

“That’s awesome! Does she-”

A loud creak of a door is heard, a tall figure emerging out of a dark room. There stood a tall blond man with a cold stare. It reminded Y/N of someone…

The girl was intimidated by him, taking a step back and stood behind Dee. She shook; is that the same guy that-

“Dad, what are you doing?”

The man winced at his son’s voice and looked at the trio, a fighting grin emerging. “Hello Dee, Heavy. Just taking a break from the study.”

He then noticed Y/N.

“Are you one of my sons’ little friends?” he asked.

Y/N swallowed the little saliva on her mouth. He looked way too frightening. It’s not only his height that frightens her, but the bright, glowing eyes and that damn smile. She tried with all of her might to get a sound out of her.

“Dad, this is Y/N. She’s the exchange student people have been talking about. We’re going to be studying together.” the dark prince replied for her. Y/N felt relieved.

He took a closer look at her, then his face lit up. “Ah! You’re the girl who was lost at the airport three weeks ago! It’s nice to meet you again Ms. Y/N!”

…That’s his dad?

“Y-Yeah, that's me. Thank you for helping me Mr…?”

“Glam.” he continued smiling.

“Yes, Glam…”

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

“Anyways! I gotta log in to beat that damn Antov’s winning streak!!” Heavy squaked before he dashed to his room. Dee went upstairs and Y/N soon followed. She felt watched, and this time, it was from Glam.

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Y/N and Dee enter the boy’s room; there was little light and it looked organized yet cozy. The bed was made, clutter was in its places, and the floor was nearly empty besides a rug and some shoes. The teens put their bags down.

Dee rummaged through his messenger back, taking out the notes for history, both his and Y/N’s.

“Some of the information is either irrelevant to the presentation or myths, but other than that, your notes are good.”

Good. He said that his notes are good.

“Now, onto your little project.” Dee continued.

Y/N jumped and pulled out the thick paper, a pencil, and a textbook for a flat surface. “It’s just a portrait. Just sit down and I’ll sketch it out.”

Dee sat on the desk chair, fixing his posture and his hair. Y/N began her sketch. The markings of the granite stick echoed through the room and filled in its silence. She continued to look at the blond, then back to the dark marks. She had to make this as accurate as possible.

A few minutes would pass before another sound would come out, this time coming out from Dee. “What medium are you going to choose for this?” he asked

“Probably oil. Many portraits are made out of them, so might as well go along with it.” Y/N replied.

The boy hummed in agreement. He knows a bit about visual art, the mediums, color theory, and art history, but is not much of an artist himself. As to quote his father, he has no musical or artistic talent.

An hour would pass until Y/N would be satisfied with the final sketch. She let out a relieved sigh and put the paper and pencil down.

Dee relaxed, then looked at the artist; she stretched her back and arms and let out a soft groan. Her shirt lifted up, exposing a bit of her stomach. Her soft fishnet thighs squished on the dark rug. He could’ve sworn he saw her-

Look away!!!

He couldn’t believe those thoughts ran into his head! Fucking hormones!!

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” she asked.

“... It’s the first door to the left.”

She got up from the floor and exited his room. Dee sighed, covering his heated face, He swore that he felt his jeans tighten.

Ignoring that, he looked at the sketch; it looked too fucking real, something straight out of a camera but it’s not. It was completely made from her hands. Internally, he was full of glee and couldn’t believe that he was this lucky. He quickly took out his phone and took a photo of the sketch. He’s planning on printing it out and keeping it on his wall.

He couldn’t hear the girl’s heavy footsteps, too focused on the details on the paper.

“Do you like it?”

Dee looked up to see the girl above him. His face flushed and looked back at the drawing. He let out a soft smile.

“I love it.”

Absolute word vomit. Dee realized what he said and immediately covered his mouth. He then looked at Y/N, flustered at his words. She fumbled her hands and looked away from him.

“Thank you…”

She’s so cute.

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Unfortunately, Y/N had to go home. She said her goodbyes to her friend, his brother, and father. When Dee closed the door after she was far, far away, his world darkened. It was all back to normal and he hated it. Heavy was screaming out words that are definitely not gamer-friendly, mom was fixing her bike, and dad was fixing up dinner. Dee pulled out his phone and looked at the photo of the sketch. He zoomed in to focus on the little details; the speckle of freckles and moles on his face, the small parts of frizzy hair sticking out, and the smudge of his eye makeup.

Is this how she looks at him? Is he really that beautiful? Of course not, she’s doing the most realistic thing. Hell, she even got his thick eyebrows and resting-bitch face correctly!

He put his phone away and trotted back to his room. He flopped on his ready-made bed, destroyed by his lithe body. Dee stared at the ceiling for what seemed to be eons, until his dad called for dinner.

All he could think about right now was her.

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astriddariing · 16 days

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PLEASEEE

someone please write w a prompt where it’s a male reader who is a age regressor and or trans male reader please please pretty please i’m going crazy RAHHH

#Dee x Reader #metalfamily #metal family dee x reader

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jokingmisfit · 3 months

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Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only you could have stayed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

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

All you needed to know was you were safe.

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

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

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Foreign Girls Can't Survive In Russia

Summary: You happened to be embarrassed because of a language barrier between you and your history teacher.

You hadn't been paying to much to the class, since you weren't on the friendliest terms with the teacher, but maybe you could have been paying more attention to him when he was talking.

"Y/n!"

You instantly perked up when hearing your name.

"When did the Russian ____ begin?"

But you hadn't understood what he said in the middle of it. You were starting to feel stupid as you stared at him, confused, "I'm sorry. I don't understand?"

"What do you not understand, Y/n?"

"Are you saying War or Revolution?"

"What do you think I said?"

You could feel everyone's eyes on you. You had never messed up or been confused by the language, or at least you haven't since you became fluent in it. He had just been talking so fast that you hadn't been able to keep up.

Dee felt bad for you. He never liked the teacher all that much, but he hated him even more now. He didn't know why the guy was making your life difficult over a simple miscommunication. He pulled out some paper and wrote 'Revolution' on it, before putting it on the floor and sliding it towards you.

You felt something hit your heel. You looked down and in familiar hand writing that said 'Revolution.'

"You meant the Russian Revolution that began in 1917 during World War I?"

He groaned and moved on, seeing as he wasn't going to be able to embarrass you further. You looked back towards where the paper came from to make eye contact with Dee.

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You took a longer time to get your stuff, watching Dee. When you saw him get up to leave, you quickly stop him.

"Dee right?"

He looks at you as if that was a dumb question and you suppose it was a dumb question.

"Thanks for helping me out there. I was dying," you chuckle, but he wasn't so you were starting to feel awkward. Maybe he only helped you so that the class would move on.

"Yeah you were," he smirked, making you feel a little more comfortable.

"Yeah, I don't know what his problem is. It's like he hates me."

"It sure seems like it."

"Sorry, I'll go. I feel like I'm in your way."

"No, it's fine. Do you want to walk with me?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm surprised I've never really talked to you. How long have we shared classes?" You asked, not really expecting an answer.

"For a few years, actually."

"Oh. Well, I can be pretty dense."

"I've noticed."

"Well, I'll make sure to notice you more."

"What a delight." He remarks, smiling to himself, while watching you walk ahead.

#Dee #Dee Metal Family #Dee Schvagenbagen #Yandere Dee #Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen #Yandere Dee x Reader #Yandere Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader #Dee x Reader #Dee Schvagenbagen x Reader #Yandere Metal Family #Metal Family #Metal Family x Reader #Yandere Metal Family x Reader #Metal Family Dee x Reader #Metal Family Dee #Dee Metal Family x Reader

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iamforsaken · 11 months

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I eas wondering if it's not to much, if you could do a metalfamily reaction to us being like Dee's girlfriend and we just show up at their house covered in bruises and cuts and such at like 10pm that came from our parents and siblings

Wowza uhh okay, I will try my best!

I think it is pretty evident that Glam would be the first person to take action because of his experience with that kind of stuff. He would be on the emotional side of things though, asking how you were and contacting the necessary people and such. Vicky would be on the physical side of things, no doubt. She would INTERROGATE your parents and most definitely threaten them.

As for Dee, he would be extremally concerned and ask you a bunch of questions. There is a slight chance that he would be kind of hurt because of you not telling him about this sooner, but he would not mention it at all.

Hope this is satisfactory!

#metal family #dee shvagenbagen #metal family dee #metal family dee x reader #metal family x reader

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meow-town · 2 years

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Dee x Fem! Very Girly! Reader

Requested by @grape-flavored-lipgloss !! Took me a while because I wanted to mass-post a bunch of requests, but I really hope you enjoy this! (Pretty long because I adore this idea and went a little bit off of the rails)

Summary : Dee with very girly s/o who wears a lot of pink. The Shvagenbagens don’t necessarily like her at first but she gets them to warm up to her.

-You definitely weren’t the person he expected to fall for. He expected to start liking someone with his style, his taste in music, similar interests. Someone like Lif, to be honest.

-Obviously, you weren’t the person he’d want to date the least. Diana easily takes that spot.

-He recognized your sweetness, and how kind you were. You knew how to dress, and you obvious took care of yourself.

-The science fair was coming up, and teams were assigned for projects. His teacher forgot to sort him into a team, and when they found out, they were both pissed.

-The teacher, cause Dee hadn’t told him anything. And Dee, because now he couldn’t work alone like he wanted to. (Not me basing this off of my dee x reader story)

-Anyways, he got paired up with you and some other kid who didn’t do jack shit to contribute to the project.

-You we’re constantly nice and kind, and never got very aggressive with the other student, despite his laziness. You would give great ideas, constantly be giving words of encouragement to Dee when going through experiments, offer to hold equipment, etc, etc…

-You were a team, which means you all shared a group chat, which means he had your number. (Thankfully he already had it before he started crushing, otherwise he never would’ve worked up the courage to ask you for it).

-Because Dee’s petty as hell, he put credits in the science project so the teacher would know that you and him were the only ones who did work. He deleted the group chat, as well.

-After that, you spent the rest of the science fair with each other. People would crowd around your project stand, amazed. Because, lets be real, it’s Dee. He would explain how it worked, and you shared the thought process behind it. -After that, he invited you to a drink at the vending machines, his treat. What a gentleman.

-You two had a conversation over fizzy sodas (or something else, if you don’t like those) and mostly complained about peers or teachers you hated. It brought you together, to say the least.

-He began to text you more, talk to you more and even choose to spend time with you over Lif! Lif!

-mf didn’t even notice he was crushing on you. He was just looking at you during lunch and it clicked.

-Dee’s internal monologue:

‘Are those new earrings? They look great. I should buy some jewelry for her, I know she likes that one brand. They match perfectly with her makeup. … She looks pretty in that makeup. …Prettier than… anyone else. …

I don’t like her, thought. That’d be weird. She’s just my friend…. A very good friend….A very sweet friend who I can rely on… A very kind friend who just so happens to be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, sweet little thing. I don’t like her though, soft as her hair might look and as badly I might want to run my hands through it. Caring as she may be. I don’t like (f/n).

….

HOLY FUCK I LIKE (F/N)’

-The man was too stunned to speak 😦

-When I tell you he turned his head away SO FAST

-His face and neck were as red as a fire truck, and he was starting to sweat bullets.

-He choked on his food.

“Dee? Are you ok?”

-Can’t even face you. His coughing fit was interrupted by small, broken syllables.

“YE *COUGH* YEAH, IM *COUGH* FINE. DONT *COUGH,COUGH* WORRY”

-He went a whole other level of flustered when you started to pat his back. Heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. Palms growing sweatier.

-He couldn’t look at you for a straight WEEK. He avoided you everywhere he went, otherwise the whole blushy routine would start all over again. A part of him wanted to be by your side at all times though, so it was hard for him.

-When he started to hang out with you again, he had to mentally prepare himself for it. Just imagine Dee shouting to himself while he did his makeup every morning.

“Okay, Dee! You will go out there and you will be charming! And handsome! And she will fall for you!”

-Heavy doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he can hear him from his room.

-Heavy already knew you from around school, and wasn’t judgmental of your style or friendship with Dee whatsoever! He though you looked very pretty, too!

-And back onto that, he gave away his brother.

-You were chatting, waiting for Dee to leave his final period. And out of the blue, Heavy went :

“Yeah, he was planning how to ask you out for months now! Never gets it right either.”

“He what?”

“Wait, he hasn’t told you yet?”

“Noooooo..?”

…

-Of course, you kind of figured and told him you also liked him. He’s really obvious. But the second Dee heard his brother had told you he liked you, he was seconds away from choking Heavy the way he did in the 2nd episode.

-He was really grateful once you reciprocated though.

-He asked for a kiss so shyly, too.

-His hands trembled as they cupped your cheeks 💓💥

-Meeting the folks was… interesting -Glam was very polite, he just didn’t expect a person so different from his son would win over his heart. -And I love Victoria, but she was straight up judgemental 😭

-She’s had a bad experience with girly girls, so she’s initially quite defensive. Thankfully, once you’re gone, the kids confront her about it.

“Ma, what is your problem with (f/n)?”

“Yeah! You keep giving her the stink-eye! She’s nice!”

-She gets super nervous and over sensitive. Glam knows about her past problems with girly girls and talks her through it. She’s on much better terms the next time you meet :)

-It gets awkward with the parents, but once you’ve proven to them you won’t hurt their son and that you’re very sweet, they treat you as a child of their own.

-Ches just full-on didn’t believe you were dating. You passed by his shop with Dee and Heavy and he cackled when Heavy told him you were dating. Once things got cleared up, he was very supportive although surprised.”

“Wow, you actually got a girlfriend. And here I thought you were going to be one of those guys who stays a virgin until 40…”

“UNCLE CHES-”

-Lif through your dynamic was super cute and she drew you two together! (Also she’s very glad Dee likes you because she was scared of rejecting the guy)

#metal family #metalfamily #metal family x reader #metal family dee #metal family dee x reader #dee #dee x reader #dee Shvagenbagen #dee Shvagenbagen x reader #dee metal family #dee metal family x reader #metal family headcanons

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