#yandere dee

[yandere-metal-family]

Lovin' You Was Lethal, Guess That Makes Me Evil

Summary: Dee never thought he'd see the day where he'd be seething with jealousy over some loser guy who thinks he has a shot with you.

You had begun to walk with Dee and Heavy, when realizing you didn't have your phone and you had left it in class.

"I'll be right back," You excuse yourself and quickly go back to class to get your phone. Though, before you could get into the class, you were stopped by a guy whose name you didn't remember.

"I think you forgot this," he hands you your phone. You grab it, thanked him, and tried taking off, but he grabbed your arm. "Actually I was wondering if you were busy Friday?"

"I don't know. Friday's a long time away-"

"Well, would you be up to go see a movie?"

"What kind of movie?"

----

"Oh, hey Dee do you know that guy?" Heavy asks motioning towards you and the guy.

Dee looks towards you, not thinking too much about it, before seeing the guy gang up on you. "No." Dee felt this sticky, gooey feeling rise in his stomach. This feeling seemed to eat him alive and it was hard to control his facial expressions.

"Well, looks like he's getting friendly with her. I thought you guys were dating-"

"No, not technically."

Heavy quickly turns towards Dee, smirking, "Oh? You like her?"

"That's not what I said!"

"You didn't have too," Heavy goes up the steps towards you.

"Were are you going?" Dee whisper yells as Heavy waves him off.

"Oh, umm... I don't know."

"Come on, it'll be fun-"

"Hey, Y/n. Are you coming?" You felt Heavy's hand on your shoulder and you had never been so thankful in your entire life.

"Oh yeah," You wave off the guy, "Sorry I have to go."

The guy tried to call for you, but you just weren't giving him the time of day.

"God, just can't take no for an answer." You then chuckle to yourself, elbowing Dee. "Gosh Dee, if looks could kill. What's up with you?"

"nOthINg," He squeaks, blushing, as you hear Heavy laugh.

"Did I miss something?"

"Oh, yeah, you missed somethin-" Heavy quickly shuts up when seeing his brother's glare. "Nevermind. It's nothing."

"You both sure are weird. I like that. So, are you guys doing anything this Friday?

#melanie martinez reference #metal family dee x reader #yandere metal family #metal family x reader #yandere metal family x reader #dee x reader #yandere dee #yandere dee x reader #dee metal family #dee metal family x reader #dee schvagenbagen #dee schvagenbagen x reader #metal family #yandere dee schvagenbagen

[sk3tch404]

2 Inna row let's go 🔥 🔥💪

Do i believe he's confident enough to do that? Since he's cranked up, maybe. Canonly? Nah.

#yandere #x reader #yandere blog #male yandere #art #yandere drawing #drawing #yandere art #gender nuetral reader #yandere metal family #metal family #dee #yandere dee #tee bee ach this could be better but let a bitch be happy #Could be worse #but hey ITS MY BLOG #my doodle baboodles

[dollmoth-productions]

Hi i really love your plotonic yandere mental family and i want to request where the reader goes to mabye extra classes after school or something like that and once reader left extra classes and went home reader got hurt by like a bunch of really bad people im talking death threatening head injury and then reader had to walk home like that and the fam only finds out once reader gets home

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

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🙂 glam was the one that was worried the most for you when you finally came home all injured, he was the one that was patching you up

🙃 he didn’t say anything he was just grimacing the entire time he wanted to make sure that you were OK, but yet he couldn’t control his content for those people

🙂” you just relax until Vicky comes home OK?” he says to you gently placing you on the couch and leaving you with one of your favorite snacks.

🖤 when they came home and saw you injured, she was pissed glam was the only person I could calm her down somewhat, but she was pissed

🖤 oh, boy, she was cursing up a storm trying to find her baseball bat or some thing else to beat those guys heads in

🖤 she couldn’t even think of anything nice to say so she just grumpily hugged you

🩵Dee was the only logical person there. He probably knew that person, mostly because he attaches an AirTag to almost everything that you own, and a device that can hone in on audio so he tries to find out where they live and deal with him.

🩵 although he’s not much of a touchy person, he does give you a nice brotherly shoulder pat to make sure that you’re OK

🩵” we will deal with it” he said

💚 heavy was pissed off but because he still a kid can’t really do much so he just played video games with you to call me down

💚 he genuinely does care about you, but because of how young he has, he can’t do much he did buy you an energy drink to make you feel better though

💚” come on let’s go play some dead by daylight you always like that”

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I am back!!

#fanfic #yandere imagines #yanderexreader #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere family #yandere metal family #yandere glam #yandere Vicky #yandere Dee #yandere heavy #tw yandere

[reareaotaku]

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.....

#Metal Family #Yandere Metal Family #Dee #Dee x Reader #Yandere Dee #Yandere Dee x Reader #Metal Family Dee #Metal Family Dee x Reader #Yandere x Reader #Yandere #One-Shot #Yandere One-Shot #The Metal Family #Metal Family x Reader #Yandere Metal Family x Reader #Dee Shvagenbagen #Yandere Dee Shvagenbagen #Dee Shvagenbagen x Reader #Yandere Dee Shvagenbagen x Reader

[postingrandomcontent]

Dee is mean

Cruel

But something abt you makes him... well less mean?

Is that even possible?

OMG did you out a curse in him!

Why does he act so weird around you??

He cant even speak properly

It’s like every word he has a voice crack

Oh god, what if you hate him?

He wants to be around you

He wants to cuddle

He likes watching you

Even if you dont know he’s watching you

Your just so cute when you think youre all alone

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

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

part one

There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.

“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.

There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .

With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.

“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*

Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.

Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.

“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”

The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”

Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline

Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison

The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.

‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’

And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #dee recs. #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #dee reblogs. #hoseok x reader #rapline x reader #hyunglinexreader #bts fanfic #mafia bts #gangster bts #yandere yoongi #yandere bts

[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.

~~~~~~

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

[after-witch]

Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Title: Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Synopsis: Follow up to this yandere Kaveh & Alhaitham imagine scenario. You don't want any comfort from Kaveh in this moment, but you don't imagine you can get any from Alhaitham, either.

I read this post from @j0succ last night about gentle lies and immediately got an idea for a line of dialogue that solved how I wanted to approach a lil follow up to this scenario. Mostly written on my phone so uhh yeah.

Word count: 1376

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader

The sight in the bathroom mirror is a far cry from what you saw only minutes before. Daintily applied makeup, finished off with carefully painted star, are ruined--streaking. Ugly. That’s what you see in the mirror. Splotches of color and red eyes and a face scrunched from bitter sadness. 

You look ugly. Mouth quivering as you fight to keep your sounds in, the blur of Alhaitham behind you, moving to shut the door. 

It’s the soft click of the bathroom door shutting that does you in. And pitiful mouth-pinched sobs that shake your chest become thick, choking cries echo off the panels of the bathroom walls. 

You aren’t hoping for Alhaitham to take you in his arms and rub your back and pull you close to his chest, and he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for one of the cloths hanging on the wall and turns the sink on, the heavy sound of water mingling with your own cries. 

He holds it out. “Wash that off, then we’ll get you changed.” 

The thought of taking that cloth makes your arms feel leaden. 

You look up at him, mouth downturned and pitiful and quivering. 

He sighs, and shakes his head. 

“I’ll wash it off for you. Stay still.” 

And you do, coughing out your cries as he dutifully dips the cloth in water again and again, scrubbing your face with the same methodical firmness that he scrubs the rest of you when he deems you too unruly to bathe yourself. 

If it were Kaveh, you think, he would be using the softest of touches. Cooing in between strokes as he gently wipes the makeup away. Kissing your cheek to calm you down. 

But you don’t want Kaveh right now. Not when he hurt you. Not when he lied to you. And if he lied about this... what else was a lie, then?

The way his fingers nimbly stroked your back when you were upset, the soft downturn of his lips when Alhaitham was verbally berating you for being so disobedient, the sweet kisses tinged with wine from a bar you’ll never be able to set foot in? 

Were they all falsehoods, too? Pretty things he created to calm you and soothe you and shut you up? 

When Alhaitham deems your face clean enough, he pulls away the cloth and drops it in a wicker hamper to be taken care of later. 

“Wait.” You reach out and touch his forearm, your voice is soft and thick. A frog in your throat, but the frog is a heavy chest and broken dreams.

He pauses, and regards you with a frustratingly neutral expression. 

Your tongue unsticks from your mouth and you bite your lip to keep sobs from trembling out, so that you can say something to make him stay. Something that might make you feel better, even, if that can be managed. 

“Kaveh…” You fight for the words. You can’t say anything awful. Not just for your own sake--you can’t possibly thrust Kaveh entirely away, not here--but because you never know when Alhaitham would rather lecture you on proper respect than acknowledge when he or Kaveh has done something awful to you.

“Kaveh lied.” That’s what you decide on. It's a fact, and surely not something that you can get in trouble for saying. "Why... why did he do that?"

Alhaitham sighs. At first, you don’t think he’ll say anything. You think he’ll remove your hand from his arm and go get you dressed and tell you to read a book and be quiet.

But he does speak. And what he says takes you aback.

“He should not have lied to you.” He talks down to you even now, the same way he does when he’s instructing you on what you should be doing that day, or how you should sit or how you should eat. For the moment, it doesn’t bother you, because he's clearly on your side. Your side!

“The moment you asked to go to the festival, he should have told you no.” 

A pause, and his voice lowers. There’s something akin to softness in his tone. Maybe you’re imagining it. Maybe you’re so desperate for sweetness that you’re placing the gentle curves of Kaveh’s voice into the man before you. 

“Letting you get your hopes up like that was very cruel of him.”

And you nod--you nod, for once, agreeing with Alhaitham, and you’re so busy looking downcast that you don’t see the pleasant surprise that flickers in his expression for a moment. 

You don’t think before you move. You just do it. You step forward and wrap your arms around his back, pressing your head against his chest, the same way you do to Kaveh when  you need comfort. Which is often. 

Alhaitham is not one for gentle embraces and soft hugs. But you hear him sigh, an annoyed, resigned thing, and you feel his hand pat your back. Just the once. He doesn’t stroke it or pull you close and cluck and coo, but there’s something comforting about the solid weight of his chest underneath you.

His hand, too, is what breaks you again. You cry pitifully into his chest, turning your face this way and that, getting his clothing wet with hot tears and probably snot that he will make you clean up later.

“I… I…” What do you want to say? What can you say? You think about your outfit, the carefully embroidered flowers, the painfully tight stitching that took you hours upon hours. An outfit you sweat and quite literally bled for, the callused little pinpricks on your finger pads as proof.

“I worked hard on my outfit,” you say, squeezing Alhaitham tighter as your voice gets thinner and pinched. “I really did.” 

You worked hard on it, because it was your ticket to something you wanted, and what was the crux? It was something for you, for once. Not Kaveh. Not Alhaitham. You were going to run around that festival and breathe in the smell from the food stands and ask them to win you prizes and enjoy the exhilarating pounding in your chest from the fireworks at the end of the night. 

Every stitch you made was one step closer to that. Only it wasn’t. Only it was for nothing at all. And now you’re sobbing in a bathroom while Alhaitham listens, letting you cry it out, and what was any of it for? 

You’re about to pull away when Alhaitham hums underneath you. 

“The embroidery was well done.”

Your breath feels like it stops, and there’s a soft, stuttering sort of gasp that escapes your mouth. Alhaitham… never compliments you. Not like that. Not in a way that you can hold onto and carry with you. 

You pull back, sniffling, wiping at your face with your hands as you stare up at him. 

“It… it was?” You gulp down your cries, and your eyes widen, and you want so much from him in this moment that you don’t know what to do.

He nods, and his hands push you away a little, holding onto your arms with his fingers wrapped around your upper arms. Not to get you away from him, but to steady you, you think. To keep you firm in his embrace, and not the other way around.

“Yes. The stitches were remarkably straight. And you managed the flowers without having to redo them.” 

You offer a tearful smile. 

“I-I read about the flower techniques in the book you gave me about sewing, after I asked for some supplies.”

And is that a smile of his own? Aimed at you, no less? It makes you swallow your tears in the same way Kaveh’s kisses might have done. 

“Good. You should always take the time to read the books I give you. It’s better for your education.”

And you, weepy thing, distraught thing, nod again. Yes, Alhaitham. You’re right, Alhaitham. 

He does pull away this time, and regards you with a look that might almost be described as pleased. 

“Come. We will get you dressed and then you can sit with me while I read.”

And you, wiping at your tears, catching a stray bit of makeup that didn’t come up with the cloth, nod again. 

You follow him out the door and pretend not to see the figure of Kaveh in the corner of your eye, watching the two of you warily. 

#yandere alhaitham #yandere genshin impact #yandere #afterwitch writes #wrote this mostly on my phone during physical therapy recovery today do dee do

[dapperrokyuu]

Anyways. Unfortunately, the freakier he got, the hotter he became. Congrats, Luka.

#dee p thoughts #alien stage #alnst #pulling some yandere stuff for real for real #what I imagined ivan and luka to be prior to their rounds were switched in reality #anyways. good night <3

[fauvester]

love Garak uses his spy skills to rescue Julian stuff. but sometimes I do want julian to go a little apeshit. you KNOW he's got that protective instinct. perhaps he can be allowed to be a little possessive

#dee s 9 #let julian do some liam neeson Taken shit.. #use his wit and strength to rescue his damsel in distress....... #hate to say it. but yandere bashir has a scrumptious little flavor powder on it doesnt it

[yandere-metal-family]

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.

----

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

[kyleintrouble]

hello tumblr, have a meme redraw of the og Yandere boy

#metal family #dee metal family #metal family art #yandere

[yandere-toons]

Pov: lesbian reader's gf texts them but they're hanging out with FOWL

Steelbeak is who they're taking for a walk. He's like the guard dog who's bigger than the person with him. He recognises the gf's name in an instant and shoots the reader a thumbs-up, intent on watching their phone screen to make sure the whole exchange goes smoothly.

Bradford has tried to coach them on what they can and can't say, wishing to avoid a repeat of the kidnapping incident. Yet since a buzzard may never be too paranoid in his line of work, he demands that Gandra bug their phone. He listens in on a few of the texts, but the raw levels of affection and trust repel him.

Gandra gets stuck with that responsibility as well.

The tire screech is incredible—it's a black limousine with tinted windows and no license plate. Jeeves has taken the wheel and skidded to a stop in the middle of a four-way intersection, now stepping out of the car and opening the backdoor to reveal a small party.

Rockerduck is drinking a centuries-old bottle of wine, pinkie outstretched, and telling tales of how he conquered the West. Don Karnage leans into the sunlight to greet the reader, strumming and singing and tapping his foot in unison.

#Yandere #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Steelbeak #Yandere DuckTales #Yandere Imagines #Steelbeak #FOWL #DuckTales #DuckTales 2017 #DT17 #Lesbian #Adventures of Steelbeak and Lesbian Reader #Rockerduck #John D. Rockerduck #Don Karnage #Bradford Buzzard #Gandra Dee #Jeeves

[doodle-boy]

Made some cute art of my yandere couple ocs Dee and Maisy. I tired to really capture an anime style with this one. Which I think I nailed, especially with the eyes.

Also I used this art to make my own playlist which you can find here! So feel free to check that out.

#my artwork #digital art #anime style #my ocs #yandere #yuri #yandere yuri #Maisy #Dee #playlist #DoodleBoy #Youtube

[zombieplaguedoc]

Encanto/Metal Family crossover AU but the metal family are yanderes and one of them (possibly Dee or even Lif) has figured out a way to corrupt the Madrigals' magic and turn all their gifts against them (i.e., Julieta either ends up burning everything or instead of healing everyone she unintentionally poisons them, Pepa gets struck by lightning or all the negative weather she conjures only affects her and not her surroundings, Bruno can only see visions of his death and each one is different and more gruesome than the last, etc) in an attempt to take Mirabel from them.

OR, as a spin-off to a Villain Encanto AU I saw, the Shvagenbagens do the same thing to the Madrigals' magic, but the Madrigals are all villains and once they lose their gifts Glam and his family encourage Mirabel to leave and abandon them.

ANTIS DNI, THIS AU AND POST ABOUT IT ARE NOT FOR YOU

#For the first one Alma is no longer in control of the magic/Casita #And if it doesn't work they flat up kidnap Mirabel while the rest of the Madrigals continue to suffer until Dee or Lif deems them no longer #A threat #And for the second one she actually does leave the Madrigals #Though she does hesitate at first #Surprisingly though she has a better life with the Schvagenbagens than with her bio family #Sort of #They are at first paranoid that the Madrigals will try and take her back #So they keep her locked up in Glam and Victoria's house for the first few months she's living with them #Before slowly allowing her to venture outside as long as a part of Glam's family or Ches or Lif is with her #Either that or they'll straight up kill the Madrigals and not tell her #Yeah #tw yandere mention #tw yandere #tw corruption mention #tw familial abuse mention #tw manipulation #antis fuck off #antis go away #antishitters dni #antis dni #proship safe #au #crossover #crossover au #✍️⚰️The coffin hunter's letters⚰️✍️ #encanto #metal family #disney encanto #encanto mirabel

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS | bts rapline [m.list]

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi, yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! the teaser will be out sometime today or tomorrow night. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

teaser | one | two | three...

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #dee recs. #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #dee reblogs. #hoseok x reader #bts rap line #rapline x reader #min #yandere yoongi #yandere bts