I Made This-

MASTERLIST FOR FANDOMS!!!

For a Moment:

Chap1

Homicipher:

School Bus Grave Yard:

General HC's for the Banner family

Reckless - Tyler x GN! Reader

Yandere SBG HC's

If the Yandere SBG gang lost you in the Phantom World

Yandere SBG gang x Abrasive! Reader

Poly SBG x Reader: Cooking and Mom jokes

Poly SBG x undercover singer reader

Poly SBG x Idol reader: Sasaeng attack

Showing up at their house during a storm

Reader sacrifices HERself in Phantom World

Yandere SBG kissing prefrences!

Phantom Slaying reader reactions

Yandere SBG Jealousy

Yandere SBG Cuddle/Sleeping with them

Yandere SBG with S/o who gets hit on

Poly! Yandere SBG x S/o who dies 4 times

Yandere SBG x Male touch starved "Tough Guy" reader

Yandere SBG: They Belong to US!

Terrifyer reader x Yandere SBG

Warm hands, Soft touches

"Your practically naked!"

"On her bloodstained lips"

"Afraid to hold on"

"Shadowed Blood"

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Unbreakable Sunshine

The Four of Them:

Boxer reader! x Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Boxer reader! First loss reactions

The Cursed Princess Club:

Gwen, Monika, Renee with a S/o who's a chainsmoker

Syrah using her curse to help!

Gwen Monika, Renee, Aurelia with ex-assassin S/o

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Love and Deep Space:

Oh my Love (Christmas Eve)

TMNT:

(They are color coded for which turtle the story is about)

2018:

Surge of Emotions

In the Quiet

Snowball fights

Bayverse:

2012:

He was first, but his brother was better

Fatherly Advice

"Central Park Lullaby" (Child reader)

2007:

The Aggressive Type

One for the banter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Christmas Hc's

Angel Dust:

Pink Pony Club

Call of Duty:

~Ghost:

In pain there's peace

~Konig:

MISUNDERSTOOD BY SOCIETY

{Warnings and Triggers} {Chap 1}{Chap 2}{Chap 3}{Chap 4}

(Short)Asylum Patient Konig x GN! Doctor! Reader

Sonic Prime:

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

Larry Johnson:

Larry, Talk...

Danganronpa:

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Ragatha:

Spin me!

Kinger:

Pomni:

Jax:

Gangle:

Zooble:

Caine:

Gummygoo:

Murder Drones

V:

Affection HC's

N:

Uzi:

Cyn:

Cedric Shorts<3

Late Night Latte

The more I write, the more things will get added! If you wanna know who I write, feel free to ask!!!

Christmas with Them

Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Husk, Vox, Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!!

1 of a few Christmas Posts!!! Enjoyyyy!!

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Angel Dust

- Angel drags you to the most extravagant and chaotic stores in Hell, loudly commenting on tacky ornaments and inappropriate holiday decorations. He insists on buying matching ugly Christmas sweaters for both of you.

- You both turn your living space into a glitter explosion while hanging up decorations. Angel ends up covered in tinsel and insists it’s his “holiday look.”

- A hilariously sarcastic commentary on every cheesy Christmas movie you watch together, especially rom-coms. Angel constantly points out how he’d do things differently.

- Angel’s presents are often over-the-top and flashy, like a sequined stocking filled with novelty items. He loves seeing your reaction, especially if it makes you laugh.

- Angel improvises a "snowball fight" using pillow stuffing or anything he can throw. It quickly devolves into a chaotic but hilarious mess.

- Angel sets up playful (and slightly inappropriate) pranks around the house, like booby-trapped mistletoe that sprays glitter.

- He drags you into a karaoke night, belting out raunchy versions of Christmas classics while pulling you up for duets.

- Angel crafts stockings for both of you, but his is covered in rhinestones and feathers, while yours has a playful inside joke about your relationship.

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You woke up to the sound of loud music blasting through the apartment. Groaning, you rolled over and saw Angel Dust, already in a ridiculous Santa-themed outfit, complete with glittery red heels.

“Rise and shine, sugar! Santa Dust is here to bring some Christmas chaos!” he yelled, shaking a bag full of wrapped presents.

The living room was a mess of wrapping paper, candy canes, and tinsel. Angel had clearly been up for hours, “redecorating” the place. He plopped down beside you, handing you a sloppily wrapped gift.

“I know it ain’t perfect,” he said with a wink, “but it’s fabulous, just like me.”

Inside was a sequined jacket in your favorite color. Before you could thank him, he yanked you into a hug, covering you in glitter. “Merry Christmas, babe! Now, let’s eat cookies for breakfast and watch the worst holiday movies we can find!”

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Alastor

- Alastor prepares an elaborate Christmas dinner with dishes from various cultures. He insists on you trying everything, recounting stories about the origins of the recipes with his usual sinister grin.

- He takes you to Hell’s version of Christmas caroling, which involves twisted and haunting renditions of holiday classics. He sings with eerie enthusiasm, making the experience both fun and chilling.

- Alastor dims the lights, turns on some vintage Christmas jazz, and offers his hand to you for an impromptu dance in front of a crackling fire.

- His presents are always wrapped perfectly, but they often come with a cryptic backstory that leaves you curious (or slightly unsettled).

- Alastor gathers you by the fire to tell twisted holiday tales, his voice both chilling and captivating as he adds his sinister flair.

- He surprises you with a hand-carved ornament or a vintage keepsake, proudly stating it’s made “with a personal touch.”

- He takes you on a stroll through Hell’s version of a winter wonderland, narrating the history of the sights with a mischievous grin.

- Alastor sets up his vintage record player to play Christmas tunes, occasionally breaking into an impromptu performance to serenade you.

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You awoke to the sound of soft jazz playing from Alastor’s Victrola. The warm scent of fresh pastries and spiced coffee wafted through the air. When you stepped into the living room, Alastor was adjusting a garland on the fireplace, wearing a festive sweater that somehow still looked sinister.

“Ah, my dear, you’re just in time! Breakfast is ready, and the festivities are about to commence,” he said with his ever-present grin.

He guided you to a beautifully set table, complete with an array of homemade treats. “I’ve prepared something special for you,” he said, handing you a small, intricately wrapped box.

Inside was a vintage locket with a picture of the two of you. “A token of my appreciation for the… interesting times we’ve shared,” he said, chuckling.

The rest of the morning was spent in a mix of eerie Christmas carols and surprisingly heartfelt moments, making it a day to remember.

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Husk

- Husk isn’t big on holidays but agrees to spend Christmas with you, as long as there’s booze involved. He keeps things simple and cozy.

- He teaches you a card game (or makes up his own rules) while sipping spiked eggnog. The banter is half the fun.

- Though he grumbles about the holidays, you catch him smiling when he sees you happy. He secretly gets you a thoughtful gift but denies it’s a big deal.

- Husk shares stories about his life over a quiet Christmas night, his guard lowered just enough for you to see his softer side.

- Husk insists on a lazy day spent napping with you in a pile of blankets, saying it’s the best way to "celebrate."

- He begrudgingly takes you on a tour of his favorite bars, which turns into an unexpectedly fun holiday adventure.

- You play drinking games where the rules involve mocking cheesy holiday tropes in movies or commercials.

- Late at night, Husk shares an old Christmas memory that’s surprisingly heartwarming, making the moment unexpectedly tender.

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When you woke up, Husk was already in the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he poured coffee into two mismatched mugs. He turned and noticed you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Morning. Figured I’d get the caffeine going,” he said, setting a mug down in front of you.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Christmas music playing on an old radio. Husk had set up a small tree the night before, its lights blinking lazily.

“I, uh, got you something,” he muttered, pulling a neatly wrapped box from under the tree. Inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—a book you’d mentioned wanting.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, though his tail flicked nervously. You smiled and hugged him, making him groan. “Alright, alright, enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s eat.”

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Vox

- Vox uses his powers to create a high-tech Christmas experience, complete with holographic decorations and a futuristic Christmas tree.

- He ropes you into doing a Christmas livestream or video podcast, where you both show off holiday outfits or open gifts in front of an audience.

- Vox takes you to a VIP Christmas bash where only the most elite of Hell are invited. He enjoys showing you off as his partner.

- Vox designs a one-of-a-kind gadget or accessory for you, showcasing both his creativity and affection.

-Vox creates a dazzling Christmas-themed digital fireworks display just for you, projecting it across the skyline.

- He insists you try on various high-tech holiday outfits, enjoying the playful banter as he models a few himself.

- Vox programs a personalized playlist of Christmas music, mixing your favorite songs with his edgy style.

- You spend hours gaming together, battling in festive-themed games or playing co-op while snacking on holiday treats.

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Christmas morning with Vox was nothing short of futuristic. You woke up to a fully automated greeting, complete with holographic mistletoe hovering above the bed.

“Good morning, darling,” Vox’s voice chimed from his speakers. He walked in moments later, carrying a tray with your favorite breakfast and a smirk on his face.

“You’ll love this,” he said, activating a projection of a virtual Christmas tree. Beneath it were digital renderings of gifts, each one opening to reveal a real-life counterpart.

Your favorite? A sleek, custom-designed gadget with your name engraved on it. “Only the best for my favorite person,” Vox said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

The rest of the morning was spent exploring your gifts, laughing over his high-tech holiday antics, and enjoying the most luxurious Christmas breakfast imaginable.

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Lucifer

- Christmas with Lucifer is a grand and formal affair. He hosts a luxurious dinner party with the who’s who of Hell, and you’re the center of his attention.

- After the party, he whisks you away to a quiet spot to enjoy the holiday privately, often with fine wine and a view of Hell’s unique “snow.”

- Lucifer gives you an antique or a priceless artifact with sentimental value, paired with a heartfelt (and slightly poetic) explanation.

- He leads you in a slow waltz under Hell’s night sky, showing a rare glimpse of his romantic side.

- Lucifer oversees the lighting of an enormous, magical Christmas tree in Hell, inviting you to stand beside him as his special guest.

- He plays a grand piano, performing hauntingly beautiful renditions of holiday classics for you.

- Lucifer prepares an intimate, candlelit Christmas dinner for just the two of you, complete with fine wine and elegant music.

- He takes you for a walk through Hell’s royal gardens, magically transformed into a winter wonderland for the occasion.

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You woke to the faint sound of classical music and the scent of freshly baked pastries. Lucifer, dressed impeccably as always, stood by the grand fireplace, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “I trust you slept well?”

He led you to the dining room, where a lavish breakfast spread awaited. Every detail was perfect, from the polished silverware to the pristine holiday decor.

After breakfast, he presented you with an ornate gift box. Inside was a rare piece of jewelry, something timeless and elegant, just like him. “A symbol of my affection,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to your hand.

The rest of the morning was spent in quiet luxury, with Lucifer ensuring every moment felt special and unforgettable.

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Vaggie

- Vaggie prefers a quiet, personal celebration with homemade decorations and baked goods. She insists on keeping it meaningful and genuine.

- You both wrap gifts together, with her focusing on neatness and you possibly sneaking in something silly, which makes her laugh.

- Vaggie enjoys sitting by the fire with you, sipping hot cocoa and discussing your dreams or plans for the future.

- She’s very thoughtful in her gift choices, ensuring each present reflects your interests and needs.

- Vaggie and you spend the evening baking cookies and cakes, with her getting competitive about making everything perfect.

- She creates a scrapbook filled with memories of your time together, presenting it to you with a heartfelt note.

- You both sit under Hell’s unique starry sky, wrapped in blankets, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

- Vaggie sets up a simple but cute photoshoot for the two of you, using props and backdrops to capture the holiday spirit.

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Christmas morning with Vaggie was simple and heartfelt. You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and the sight of her carefully hanging the last ornament on the tree.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft smile, handing you a steaming mug. “Merry Christmas.”

The two of you sat by the tree, exchanging gifts and teasing each other over your wrapping skills. Her gift was practical yet thoughtful—a handmade scarf in your favorite color.

“I wanted to make something personal,” she said, a faint blush on her cheeks.

The morning ended with you snuggled together under a blanket, watching the lights twinkle on the tree as soft music played in the background.

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Charlie

- Charlie loves every aspect of Christmas, from decorating to caroling. She’s bubbly and eager to involve you in all her holiday activities.

- She takes you to volunteer or give back in some way, wanting to spread joy to others. Her optimism is infectious.

- Charlie introduces you to quirky family traditions, like singing carols with her parents or making unique tree ornaments.

- Her presents are handmade or extremely personal, always reminding you how much she cherishes you.

- Charlie insists on decorating the tree together, turning it into a fun and chaotic event with lots of laughter.

- She loves creating colorful and creative holiday cookies, and you end up in a playful frosting fight.

- Charlie organizes a festive parade, making you the honorary guest and ensuring you have the most fun.

- She convinces you to write silly letters to “Santa” (even in Hell), just to see what you’d wish for, laughing over your responses.

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You woke up to Charlie bouncing on the bed, her excitement infectious. “It’s Christmas! Come on, get up!” she exclaimed, pulling you out of bed.

The living room was a whirlwind of holiday cheer, with stockings overflowing and presents stacked high. Charlie handed you a brightly wrapped gift, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it,” she said. Inside was a handmade scrapbook filled with pictures and mementos from your time together.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you hugged her tightly. “Hey, don’t cry! It’s Christmas!” she said, laughing as she wiped your tears.

The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, music, and way too many cookies, making it the perfect start to the holiday.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the yandere schoolbus graveyard kissing is SO GOOD!!! Thank you for doing it!

I promise this is gonna be my last request for the month! This is a yandere too😭👌

How would the character of yandere schoolbus graveyard react after getting REALLY MAD LIKE REALLY REALLY MAD at y/n for not paying attention to them so they drag y/n to one of the bathroom stalls in the school and makes out with them untill y/n is covered in hickeys and bite marks

(It's ok if you don't wanna do or if it just makes you feel uncomfortable!)

-by iluvoptimus (≧∇≦)b

Yandere SBG Gang jealousy HC's:

Ashlynn, Taylor, Tyler, Aiden, Logan, Ben

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, steamy/make-out/bruising/biting

AIEEEEEE- this had me kicking my feet giggling. optimus, i love seeing your request ideas, they get me on kicks tehe<3

Anywayyy, I hope this is gooood!! enjoy!!

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

- Rage Building: Ashlynn’s anger stems from feeling neglected, as her intense need for affection and attention from the reader goes unmet. She’s usually calm and protective, but when she feels pushed aside, her yandere side flares up in jealousy.

- In the Bathroom: Once they’re in the stall, Ashlynn’s aggression is barely contained. She presses the reader against the wall, her lips crashing onto theirs with desperate hunger. As she bites down, she whispers, “Why did you look at them? You should’ve looked at me…Just look at me… only me.” She bites their neck and collarbone, leaving small marks that are more territorial than violent. 

- Aftermath: Once her rage is spent, Ashlynn becomes overly apologetic, tending to the bite marks and softly kissing them in a soothing manner. Her possessiveness remains strong, but she’ll soften afterward, fearing she went too far in trying to control the reader’s attention.

Tyler:

- Rage Building: Tyler’s anger is explosive, born out of deep-seated insecurity and possessiveness. If the reader isn’t giving him attention, it feels like a personal betrayal, fueling his obsession with making sure the reader’s focus is always on him.

- In the Bathroom: Tyler shoves the reader roughly against the stall, his fingers digging into their skin as he pulls them close. His voice is low, dangerous. “Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You’re mine.” His kisses are aggressive, almost punishing, as he bites and sucks their lips, neck, and shoulders with enough force to leave dark marks. Aggressive, fiery and possessive is what is felt aside from the intense care he feels for the reader.

- Aftermath: Even after calming down, Tyler stays possessive, running his hands over the reader’s bite marks as if to claim them over and over again. He revels in the visible signs of his control over them, making sure they understand that no one else gets their attention but him.

Taylor:

- Rage Building: Taylor is usually soft-spoken and needy, but being ignored pushes her into a jealous frenzy. Her fear of abandonment drives her to lash out emotionally, and in a moment of overwhelming frustration, she snaps.

- In the Bathroom: Taylor’s kisses are frantic and desperate. She’s less aggressive with her bites but leaves enough marks on the reader’s neck and jawline to make it clear they’re hers. Tears of frustration mix with her anger as she mutters, “You can’t ignore me… I need you… why won’t you pay attention to me?”

- Aftermath: After the intensity subsides, Taylor clings to the reader, her yandere side softening into neediness. She’ll apologize profusely while tracing the bite marks with her fingertips, promising never to never leave them alone for too long again—even though it’s really her fear of being ignored that triggered the outbursts.

Aiden:

- Rage Building: Aiden’s anger is quiet but seething. His emotions boil beneath the surface when he feels the reader slipping away or not focusing on him. His possessiveness comes quietly but once it’s fully unleashed, it’s intense.

- In the Bathroom: Aiden corners the reader in the stall, his movements calm but firm. His kisses start slow, methodical, but quickly turn aggressive as he sucks and bites marks onto their skin, deep and deliberate. He whispers darkly, “You know it's not nice to ignore me.” He leaves no part of them untouched—neck, collarbone, shoulders and lips: all equally bruised. 

 - Aftermath: Once he’s satisfied, Aiden’s demeanor changes to a more happy, clingy one. He’ll caress the bite marks, feeling both giddy and proud of leaving his mark. His possessiveness is still there, but he’ll be quieter about it, watching for signs that the reader learned their “lesson.”

Ben:

- Rage Building: Ben’s anger flares up quickly when he feels like he’s not getting the attention he craves. His jealousy and possessiveness combine, driving him to take control of the situation immediately.

- In the Bathroom: Ben pushes the reader into the stall, his hands gripping them tightly as he crashes his lips onto theirs. His bites are fierce, almost playful, but with a possessive edge. He bites their neck, shoulders, and lips, leaving visible marks. He wont talk much but he makes sure its known that the reader belongs to him and no one else. The marks are very visible so everyone sees and already knows who caused it.

- Aftermath: Afterward, Ben’s mood shifts to being more affectionate. He’ll brush his hands over the marks he left, poking and teasing the reader for them, though the possessiveness in his eyes lingers. He’ll continue to hover around them afterward, making sure they don’t drift too far away again.

Logan:

- Rage Building: Logan doesn't really feel anger, more so insecure and is more quiet and calculating. He’s not one for explosive outbursts, but when he feels neglected, his obsessive side takes over, and he becomes laser-focused on making sure the reader knows exactly who they belong to but still being slightly desperate to make sure they know that so they don’t try to leave.

- In the Bathroom: Logan drags the reader into the stall with a shaky but unyielding grip. His kisses are slow and shy, but each one is followed by a sharp, hesitant bite, leaving a trail of marks on the reader’s skin. His voice is quiet and shaky as he murmurs, “You’re mine right? You won’t leave me…please dont go.”

- Aftermath: Logan takes his time inspecting the bite marks, satisfied with the results but also feeling nervous. He apologizes, and will make sure the reader knows they are very loved and will take care of them, making sure the marks dont hurt too bad. His possessiveness lingers, manifesting in quiet but ever-present monitoring of their every move after the incident.

Short Story Snippets:

Ashlynn:

The stall door slammed shut behind them as Ashlynn’s eyes bore into the reader’s. “Why’d you ignore me?” she hissed, pushing them up against the cold tile wall. Her lips found their way to their neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark before sucking fast, leaving open mouthed and sloppy kisses across the readers collarbone and shoulder. The reader gasped as Ashlynn’s fingers curled into their shirt, her teeth grazing over their collarbone. “You and everyone else are gonna know who you belong to.”

Tyler:

Tyler’s breath was ragged as he shoved the reader into the stall, locking the door with a click. “You think that was funny?” His hands gripped their arms tightly, pulling them closer as his lips crashed onto theirs. The bites that followed were rough, deliberate, leaving bruises on their neck. “You’re mine. Not theirs, not anyone’s. Mine. This should show that.” he growled, each word punctuated by another bite before he sucked harshly, leaving a bruise right between your shoulder and neck.

Taylor:

Tears welled in Taylor’s eyes as she dragged the reader into the bathroom stall. “Why won’t you pay attention to me?” Her voice was soft but laced with desperation. She pressed her lips against theirs, biting gently but insistently along their jawline and neck. With each mark she left, her voice grew more frantic. “Will this get me attention? Please?”

Aiden:

Aiden’s hands were firm as he guided the reader into the stall, his expression unreadable. “I can’t stand it when you ignore me” he said quietly, his lips brushing against theirs in a slow, calculated kiss. The bites came next, precise and deliberate, marking their skin, his fingers tracing the bruises he’d left behind.

Ben:

Ben’s laughter was low and almost playful as he pulled the reader into the bathroom stall. His kisses were anything but light. His teeth grazed their neck, leaving dark marks that he admired with a fiery passion in his eyes. Even through his silence, they should know they’re his anyway.

Logan:

Logan’s grip was shy but firm as he guided the reader into the stall, locking the door behind him. “Why can't you just understand that you're mine..?” he said softly, his lips brushing theirs before moving to their neck. His bites were slow, methodical, leaving bruises that he inspected with satisfaction.

Little Blurr

V x Fem! Drone! Reader

....if y'all couldn't tell- I've got a soft spot for V and there's not enough writings on her....I also love this idea, especially when Uzi jumps onto her like a lil parasite omg..

Anywayyy enjoy!! I will be taking a break of some other writings to do requests!!!

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V stalked through the rusted remains of the factory, her processors already bracing for impact. It always came at the worst times—just as she was focusing, just as she let her guard down. A blur of black and yellow would come screaming from the ceiling or an air vent, latching onto her like a parasite. And every time she peeled the annoying little cockroach off, Y/n would have some smug, flirty remark ready.

But today?

Nothing.

V made it across the main floor without so much as a rustle from the rafters. No blur of metal limbs. No annoying weight suddenly clinging to her shoulders.

She should’ve been relieved. She wasn’t.

Fifteen more steps. No pounce.

Okay. Weird.

V’s optics flickered, scanning her surroundings. The place was silent—too silent. Normally, by now, she’d be yanking Y/n off and enduring some dumb quip like, "Miss me? You’re really bad at dodging, babes." But all she got was the distant creak of metal in the wind.

Her claws flexed, irritation bubbling up.

“Alright,” she snapped, voice echoing off the steel walls. “Where the hell are you?”

Silence.

V’s eye twitched.

She marched forward, kicking over a rusted crate. “What, you finally got bored of being insufferable?” Another crate went flying. “Or did someone finally squish you? ‘Cause if so, I wanna shake their hand.”

Still nothing.

Her frown deepened. She hated this. It was too quiet, too still. It made her chest feel—ugh—weird.

V whirled around, optics glowing. “If you don’t drop on me in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna find you and rip your stupid little—”

She didn’t get to finish.

A weight slammed onto her back, sending her stumbling forward. Arms wrapped around her shoulders, legs locking around her waist.

“Aw, V, I knew you cared~” Y/n cooed, chin resting on V’s head.

V froze. Then her claws clenched.

“YOU LITTLE—” She yanked Y/n off, holding her up by the collar like an oversized cat. “Where the hell were you!?”

Y/n smirked. “Oh? Did you miss me~?”

V’s circuits shorted for half a second before she let out an exasperated groan, throwing Y/n into the nearest scrap pile. “I HATE YOU.”

Lying in the heap, Y/n just grinned, optics twinkling with mischief.

Oh yeah. V was so doomed.

Reminder of what you know

2012 Mikey x GN! Reader

Fhahfhht guys I'm sorry, Raphael may be my bbg but like...Mikey is so sweet :( anyway, I am closing requests for School Bus Graveyard bc I don't get requested anything else :')

Much love!!

~Writer Icy♡

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Mikey sat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge as he stared up at the stars, his nunchaku resting beside him. The night was quiet, save for the distant sounds of the city below. His usual sunny demeanor seemed dimmer, his shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world.

When Y/N climbed up to join him, they immediately noticed something was off. Mikey wasn’t cracking jokes or bouncing around like he usually did. Instead, he looked lost in thought, his orange mask slightly frayed from fidgeting.

“Hey, Mikey,” Y/N said gently, sitting beside him. “What’s on your mind?”

He glanced at them, his bright blue eyes shadowed with worry. He let out a sigh before speaking, his voice unusually soft.

“It’s my brothers,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know they’re just trying to keep me focused and all, but… lately, it’s like everything I do is wrong. Raph’s always telling me to ‘grow up,’ Donnie’s constantly pointing out my mistakes, and even Leo’s been getting on my case. I know I mess up sometimes, but…” He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N placed a comforting hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mikey, you’re amazing just the way you are. They might not always show it, but your brothers love you. They just have a funny way of expressing it sometimes. You don’t have to change who you are for anyone.”

Mikey looked at Y/N, a small, grateful smile breaking through his gloom. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Y/N replied firmly. “And I think you need a reminder of how awesome you are.” They stood and held out a hand, their eyes twinkling with excitement.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked, tilting his head curiously.

“We’re dancing,” Y/N declared, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, Mikey. Let’s forget about the world for a while.”

Mikey’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up as Y/N spun him around on the rooftop. “Dancing? Here? Now?”

“Why not?” Y/N said, grinning as they twirled under the stars. “No rules, no criticism—just us.”

Mikey’s heart swelled as he watched Y/N move with joy, their laughter filling the night air. He joined in, spinning and swaying with them, his usual carefree spirit reigniting.

“You’re totally the best, you know that?” Mikey said, his voice soft as he held Y/N’s hands and guided them into a playful dip.

“I’m just reminding you of what you already know,” Y/N teased, their smile as radiant as the stars above.

Mikey grinned, his worries melting away as he pulled them into a gentle spin. In that moment, with the city lights twinkling below and the stars shining above, he realized how lucky he was to have someone who saw the best in him—even when he couldn’t see it himself.

dangan req: Leon with an ultimate chocolatier reader! (Platonic Kork romantic is up to you)

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

Danganronpa 1 :Leon Kuwata

My first thought was the inanse amount of times I watched TImothee Chalamate's Wonka and laughed because hes so silly...ANYWAY-

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-When Leon finds out you’re the Ultimate Chocolatier, he’s initially blown away. “Wait, chocolate? Like, you’re the best at making chocolate? That’s freakin’ awesome!”

--He’d probably joke about you making a chocolate baseball for him to crush in a home run but would quickly pivot to begging you for samples.

-The first time you offer him one of your creations, he’s genuinely floored by the taste. "Dude, this is insane! It’s, like, better than anything I’ve ever bought! You’re crazy talented!"

--He'd be shameless in his praise, boasting to the others about how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have someone so skilled.

-Leon’s sweet tooth would make him your #1 fan—and your worst taste tester. He’d be overly enthusiastic, often scarfing down your work before you even have a chance to finish decorating or perfecting it. “Hey, it’s not my fault it smells so good! That’s on you!”

--Despite his carefree attitude, Leon would deeply respect your dedication to your craft. If he caught you overworking yourself, he’d get serious for a moment. "Hey, don’t push yourself too hard, okay? You’re amazing, but even pros need to take breaks...Sooo any new candies you got for me to try?"

-In quieter moments, Leon would express his admiration in a more heartfelt way. "You know, I always thought I was passionate about my music and baseball, but watching you work... it’s something else. You’re incredible, and I’m glad I get to see that up close."

--Leon would also try to involve your talents in his music career. “What if we sell some of your chocolates at my concerts? It’d be, like, the sweetest merch ever—pun totally intended.”

-Though his ideas might be a little wild, his excitement about your talent would always be sincere. He’d love hyping you up and seeing you shine, even if it meant getting a sugar high from all the chocolate you’d let him sample.

Lol I'm a big my babysitter's a vampire and I was wondering if you could do a similar senerio where tyler catches y/n eating a dead animal and he's freaked out at first that his gf is a vampire but later excepts her

"On her bloodstained lips"

Tyler x Fem! VAMPIRE! Reader

Warning: uh...blood and tiny bits of gore but not really?

Y a y...I'm so tired guys.... please enjoy 🙏 🥹

Tyler wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to take a shortcut through the woods that evening. It wasn’t his usual route, but something about the crisp night air and the faint glow of the moon had made it seem like a good idea. As he stepped over fallen branches and avoided patches of mud, he spotted a figure crouched in the clearing ahead.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. But as he got closer, his heart began to pound.

It was you.

Your back was to him, your head bent low, and your shoulders hunched over something on the ground. His voice caught in his throat when he realized what you were doing. The dim light of the moon reflected off the crimson liquid dripping from your lips as you tore into a small, lifeless animal.

“Y/N?” he called out hesitantly, his voice trembling.

You froze. For a split second, you debated running, but you knew it was pointless. Slowly, you turned to face him, your face pale, your eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, and your mouth smeared with blood.

Tyler staggered back, his breath catching. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “Tyler, wait,” you said quickly, standing and wiping your mouth with your sleeve. “I can explain."

He raised a hand as if to keep you at a distance, his voice rising. “Explain? Y/N, I just caught you eating a dead animal! What—how—why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared!” you blurted, your own voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to think I was a monster.”

Tyler stared at you, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and confusion. You took a cautious step forward, your hands raised in a placating gesture. “Please, Tyler,” you said softly. “I’m still me. I didn’t choose to be like this, but I’m managing it. I’d never hurt you or anyone else. You have to believe me please...this is the only real way I can live..."

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The walk back to his house was tense. Tyler hadn’t said much after your confession, but at least he hadn’t run away screaming. You stayed a few steps behind him, giving him space to process what he’d just learned.

When you finally reached his front porch, he turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“I... I don’t know how to feel about this,” he admitted. “It’s a lot to take in.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I get it. I do. And if this is too much for you, I won’t blame you for walking away.”

Tyler looked at you for a long moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I’m freaked out, yeah because who the hell ever expects to catch their girlfriend eating a lifeless animal in the middle of the woods... But I’ve been your boyfriend for months now. I care about you. A lot. And if this is part of who you are... I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. Not like I haven't dealt with rhe unnatural for a while."

A small, hopeful smile tugged at your lips. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, though he still looked a bit pale. “But maybe... maybe don’t eat in front of me for a while, okay?” You laughed softly, the tension easing. “Deal.”

Tyler took a deep breath and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm and reassuring, a reminder that no matter how much things had changed, he still saw you.

“I guess this means I’m officially dating a vampire,” he joked weakly. You grinned, resting your head against his chest. “And you’re officially the bravest human I know.”

Ask~~~ Hiiii i have a writing request if you don't mind! Could you write something about the banner family? Specifically the parents? I love them so much and there is a genuine lacking of content for them! Thank you! :)

Eeee yes I love this family, they definitely need more content on it all and I'm so excited to write about this!

-Writer Icy♡

General HC's for The Banner Family♡

Mike, Emma, Ashlynn

School Bus Graveyard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Both former military people, I feel like the nickname Mike gives Ashlynn "Soldier" is just something that happened naturally which honestly is super cute and makes the family feel healthy and domestic ❤️

Emma, being the sweet anti-social woman she is, is very understanding of her daughters emotions towards not wanting to have friends, I feel like she might've had trouble with that when she was younger or even in bootcamp.

I hc that Emma and Mike met in the military, finding such a beautiful peace among so much chaos. Their love holds alot of respect and understanding because they are quite different from each other.

Emma is more quiet and collected, Mike is more of the sporty, outgoing type of guy and I feel they clicked kinda fast. Mike has a ton of energy, he drinks coffee with like...two shots of espresso and Emma has hers just black. Or she drinks tea- I can see that too..

EMMA IS A BOOK WORM- now hear me out- She enjoys reading alot into either the survival fiction books or like...the dystopia books like Hunger Games or The Giver because she can picture it more in her mind.

I also hc before Ashlynn was born, Emma either read to Mike before bed or in quiet time or read to her baby belly :,)

Ashlynn, when she was little, would ask Mike and Emma to tell stories from the military but like...the funny ones about all the crazy stupid stuff that happens in the barracks. Mike being like "Yeah and Johnny almost got caught by our Unit Commander and blah blah blah slipped and landed right into the mud on the other side of the fence" or something like that

Emma had some creativity with her quietness, I feel like she sang or danced in private, maybe was in a high-school choir or something before enlisting.

I feel like they had alot of trouble overcoming the 'Phantoms' along with after being in the military for a while. Like....that has to come with a certain amount of trauma or mental health that lessened from it. They had to rely on one another to pick each other up on especially hard days and now they work together to do said thing for Ashlynn.

They are definitely a pretty healthy family from what is given from them, they want the best for Ash and to keep her happy and safe. They're loving parents and have alot of things they carry but they manage it in healthy ways.

Ugghhh I love them, they deserve extra credit, they're so precious 💖

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Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?

Poly School Bus Graveyard x Reader - Cooking and "Mom" Jokes

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

I really liked this because my stepmom is Korean and I learned how to make some of these dishes and I like all the requests for SBG gang!! Anywayyy, working through each request slowly, trust the process!

-Writer Icy<3

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The reader enjoys cooking for the gang, often preparing delicious Korean and Taiwanese dishes that fill the air with mouthwatering aromas. Whether it's spicy tteokbokki, savory bulgogi, or a comforting bowl of beef noodle soup, the reader takes pride in the meals they create, finding joy in the act of caring for their friends through food.

Ashlynn:

Affectionate Teasing: Ashlynn loves to tease the reader, often calling them "mom" in a playful tone as she digs into whatever delicious dish they’ve prepared. She’ll smile warmly, saying things like, “Thanks, mom! This is amazing!” She appreciates the reader’s cooking deeply and often tries to help out in the kitchen, even if she’s not the best cook.

Quality Time: She enjoys spending time with the reader while they cook, chatting about anything and everything. Ashlynn sees these moments as a way to grow closer, appreciating the reader’s care and effort in making sure everyone is well-fed.

Tyler:

Genuine Gratitude: Tyler is less playful and more genuine in his appreciation. Though he might occasionally join in on the “mom” jokes, he usually expresses his gratitude with a sincere, “This is really good. Thanks.” He loves the reader’s cooking and always makes sure to eat everything on his plate.

Protective Support: Tyler often lingers around the kitchen, keeping an eye out for anything the reader might need help with. He’s quick to step in if something needs lifting or moving, trying to ease the reader’s burden without making a big deal out of it.

Taylor:

Playful Banter: Taylor is the ringleader when it comes to calling the reader “mom.” She’ll dramatically thank them, saying, “What would we do without you, mom?” Taylor loves to playfully exaggerate her appreciation, but underneath the jokes, she’s deeply touched by the reader’s care.

Flirty Compliments: Taylor is also the one to sneak in a flirty comment or two, complimenting the reader on how good they look while cooking, just to see them blush. She enjoys the warmth and comfort the reader brings to the group and never misses a chance to let them know.

Aiden:

Eager Appreciation: Aiden absolutely loves the reader’s cooking and is the first to pile his plate high with whatever they’ve made. He joins in on the “mom” jokes with enthusiasm, often saying things like, “You’re the best mom ever!” His genuine love for the reader’s cooking is clear in the way he devours everything they make.

Emotional Connection: For Aiden, the reader’s cooking is a source of comfort and emotional connection. He feels deeply cared for through the food they make, and it’s one of the ways he feels closest to them. He often lingers after meals, helping to clean up and chatting with the reader about anything and everything.

Ben:

Subtle Compliments: Ben isn’t one for overt affection, but he appreciates the reader’s cooking in his own quiet way. He’ll occasionally join in on the “mom” jokes, but his appreciation usually comes in the form of subtle compliments, (written in his journal) like, “This is really well-made,” or “You’ve outdone yourself again.”

Helpful Presence: Ben often offers to help with the more technical aspects of cooking, like adjusting the heat or making sure everything is timed perfectly. He enjoys the routine and structure of cooking with the reader, finding it a calming and grounding experience.

Logan:

Quiet Gratitude: Logan appreciates the reader’s cooking but is more reserved about it. He might chuckle at the “mom” jokes but doesn’t join in as often. Instead, he shows his appreciation through small acts, like offering to do the dishes or clean up after the meal.

Deep Respect: Logan respects the reader’s skill in the kitchen and often quietly watches them cook, fascinated by their process. He’s more likely to express his appreciation in a calm, sincere way, saying something like, “Thank you. This is really good,” after finishing a meal.

In this dynamic, the reader's love of cooking becomes a central part of their relationship with the group. The gang’s jokingly calling them “mom” adds a layer of warmth and humor to the relationship, making the reader feel appreciated and loved in return. The shared meals become a bonding experience, strengthening their connection and adding to the unique dynamic they all share.

I made some....like...a day ago-

Would you both like offerings?? 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...