Cursed Princess Club And A Chain Smoker S/o

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

YANDERE SBG 😭😨

Hey so I learned now that I LOVE the yandere sbg cast and I need to spill this out because I love your writing style a lot!

Reader that's like a swan and the moon beautiful elegent but so mysterious at the same time and when fighting uses ballerina moves and basically is like blood in snow having this strange arura that just lures you in at the same time!

Shadowed blood

The gang x Swan-like! GN! Reader

This was rly pretty 🥺 I actually had fun writing this and also asked a friend about what ballet was like since she did lots of classes when she was younger. Very talented, she helped me write it whbqgagshdjg

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The moonlight spilled through the cracks of the abandoned building, illuminating your figure. You stood at the center of the room, a hauntingly beautiful silhouette amidst the shadows. Your head tilted slightly, a serene expression gracing your face, as if you hadn’t noticed the gang of phantoms encircling you.

But they knew.

Even if they didn’t understand what it was, the phantoms could feel it—the magnetic pull of your presence, the elegance of your movements, the quiet promise of destruction hidden behind the beauty.

With a delicate step, you moved forward, your posture straight, your arms graceful, as if you were on a stage instead of a battlefield. The phantoms hesitated, unsure whether to attack or admire, but the moment passed swiftly as you twirled, your twin blades flashing like silver ribbons in the dim light.

Blood painted the floor like crimson snowflakes, a grotesque yet mesmerizing contrast to your movements. Each pirouette was a slash, each leap a fatal blow, your strikes landing with precision that seemed almost supernatural. You danced through the chaos, untouchable, your serene expression never faltering.

The Gang stood frozen near the doorway, watching in stunned silence. None of them had seen you like this before—not in your full glory.

“Holy crap,” Taylor whispered, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by awe. “She’s... terrifying,” Tyler muttered, his eyes wide.

“Terrifying?” Aiden shot back, unable to tear his gaze away. “She’s beautiful.”

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When the last phantom fell, you stopped in the middle of the carnage, surrounded by bodies and blood. Your chest rose and fell steadily, the only sign of exertion, and your blades hung loosely at your sides. Slowly, you turned toward the group, your head tilting ever so slightly in that strange, swan-like way you had.

"Oh...Hello” you spoke softly, your voice carrying an otherworldly calm.

The calm broke the spell.

Ashlynn stepped forward first, her usual tense demeanor cracked by the flicker of emotion in her eyes. “You didn’t need our help,” she said, her voice quiet. “No,” you replied, offering a faint smile. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

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Later, as the group walked back together, they couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. Even now, with your weapons sheathed and your movements subdued, you carried that same air of mystery and grace. It was as if the moonlight itself had taken human form, luminous and untouchable.

“You’re like a fucking swan,” Tyler blurted out, breaking the silence. You raised an eyebrow, amused. “A swan?”

Logan nodded, "Yeah. All elegant and graceful, but deadly if you get too close.”

The others nodded in agreement, and for once, there was no teasing or banter. They couldn’t deny it. You weren’t just a part of their group—you were something else entirely. Something they couldn’t fully understand but couldn’t look away from, either.

And none of them could shake the feeling that they’d been drawn into your orbit for a reason.

Well, at some point I had to show up here... Hello!!!

I have read most of your writings, I love them.

How have you been? How have you feeling?

A question, do you think you can do a SBG x reader text? Some angst, I don't know... Maybe something to do with the Phantom world where the reader is so badly injured that his/her life is in danger, and the way each of the teenagers reacts.

(Only if you can, flower for you 🌹)

Omg your so sweet!! Thank you for the flower my star!! I appreciate your kindness<3

Recently, I threw out a storry on the reader sacrificing themselves for Tyler/Aiden and how theyd react, you can find it Here!!

If you want a more different story or headcannons or something, definitely dont hesitate to ask!! :))

Much love!!

-Writer Icy<3

Hi! OMG. You've read SBG and The Four of Them? That's amazing! What other Webtoons have you read? Have you read, Night Owls & Summer Skies or Cursed Princess Club?

Oohh!! I actually have read the CPC, it was the first webtoon I had read (multiple times) it's one of my favorites!!

I plan on reading Night Owls and Summer Skies!! I saw it and figured I would like it!!

So far I've read Castle Swimmer, The Four Of Them, Cursed Princess Club, SBG, Rooftops and Roomates and Down to Earth!!

I haven't gotten alot of time to finish a few of them but I may decide to start writing for all! We will see, I love that ask though :D

-Writer Icy<3

"Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side"

Dark Paradise ~ Lana Del Rey

Day 3: Nighttime

He’s (evil) dreaming

Ya'll im stuck-

Please pick. I have two ideas and idk who to write first-

So- Ive got an idea for a 2012! Raph x Insomniac Reader who has insomnia and sleep paralysis and she calls him at ungodly hours (which he acts super grumpy about) but refuses to hang up until she "goes to bed" n its all cute n fluffy-

ORRR

I write a slight angst/comfort fic of Ghost x Fem!Reader where their in a serious situation and reader see's her bestfriend die and she panics almost getting someone else+herself killed and Ghost snaps at her-

UGH okay yall can vote- both are in drafts rn help me out-

Writer Icy<3

Misunderstood By Society (4)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! Gn! Reader

Warnings :Posted here

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The silence between us stretched, heavy but not suffocating. I remained still, keeping a respectful distance, my hands loose at my sides—neither defensive nor threatening.

König hadn’t moved at first, just watching me from beneath his hood. I could feel his stare, could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, analyzing, waiting.

Then, slowly, his large hand reached for the paper cup on the table.

I didn’t react, didn’t make a sound, only kept my posture relaxed as he lifted his hood just enough to expose his mouth. I barely caught a glimpse of his pale skin, the sharp cut of his jawline, before he tipped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.

I made a mental note: Refuses water. Either out of habit or distrust.

Behind the two-way mirror, I could almost hear the stunned silence from Jacobs and the guards. They had expected a fight, a struggle. Instead, they got this—quiet cooperation.

I turned my attention back to König. He had tensed again, his hands gripping the edge of the table like he was waiting for something. A reprimand? A sarcastic comment? I wasn’t sure.

So I did the opposite.

I spoke.

Softly, steadily.

But not about him. Not about his medication. Not about the asylum.

"Back home, I had a neighbor who kept pigeons," I said, keeping my voice even. "He used to feed them by hand every morning, and they’d always come back to him."

König didn’t move. He didn’t respond, either, but he didn’t tell me to shut up.

I continued. "One day, a hawk showed up, and the pigeons wouldn’t land anymore. They were too scared. The neighbor was frustrated, thought they had abandoned him." I exhaled through my nose, a small huff of amusement. "But I told him they weren’t gone. They were just waiting for the hawk to leave."

Another beat of silence. Then—

"What is your point?"

His voice was sharp, edged with something unreadable, and thick with an Austrian accent. His words were clipped, like he wasn’t used to speaking much.

I didn’t react to his tone. Didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen. Instead, I turned slightly, tilting my head at him in mild curiosity.

"My point?" I mused. "Maybe the pigeons aren’t the problem. Maybe the hawk is."

A pause. His grip on the table tightened. I could almost hear the way his teeth clenched behind the fabric of his hood.

"You think I am the hawk?" His words had a bite to them, an almost mocking edge.

I considered that for a moment, then shook my head. "No. I think you’re the one waiting for it to leave."

His breath hitched, just slightly, before he scoffed—sharp and quiet. "You think you are very smart, ja?"

I smiled faintly. "No. Just observant."

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying me, weighing my words.

I didn’t press him. I didn’t need to. Instead, I did something simple—something human.

I extended my hand.

A handshake.

A basic, polite gesture. One that said, I acknowledge you. I see you.

His posture went rigid, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with the gesture. He stared at my outstretched hand like it was something foreign, something unfamiliar.

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then, just as I thought he wouldn’t take it—

His fingers twitched.

And slowly, cautiously, he reached out.

His hand dwarfed mine, rough and scarred, his grip firm but not crushing.

It lasted only a second before he pulled away, retreating slightly like he had just given something away.

I didn’t comment on it. I simply nodded, as if that single moment had said enough.

Behind the mirror, I knew Jacobs was seething, the guards stunned.

But I didn’t care.

I wasn’t here to control König.

I was here to understand him.

Hello I'm here for yandere sbg could you make one with the reader having abandonment issues but is scared of getting attached due to others leaving her out in the past?

(btw if you don't want to do it's fine :) )

Afraid to Hold On

YANDERE gang x GN! Reader

Warnings: talks of trust, abandonment, attachment issues

This one hit close to home but I tried to not...write trauma....so...uh- I love you guys 🥺❤️

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You were a contradiction—one moment withdrawn, the next fiercely protective, but always keeping your distance. The gang had noticed. You kept them at arm’s length, not because you didn’t care, but because you cared too much. Too many times before, people had walked away, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your broken trust.

It was Logan who first caught on. The way you’d hesitate when someone got too close, how you deflected personal questions with a sarcastic quip or a forced laugh. But it wasn’t just him—Ashlynn, Aiden, Ben, Taylor, and even Tyler could see the signs.

They weren’t going to let you slip away, though.

-Reactions to your demeanor

- Ashlynn: She was the most patient of the group. Her sharp intuition picked up on your reluctance, and she made it her mission to create safe spaces for you. Ashlynn’s kindness was subtle—she’d invite you to sit next to her during group hangs or leave notes in your locker reminding you that you were important to them. When you recoiled, she only smiled softly and said, “I’m not going anywhere. No matter how far you run.”

- Aiden: He masked his protectiveness behind his usual goofy charm. But Tyler was far more attuned to your fears than he let on. He'd show up unannounced with little gestures: snacks he knew you liked, an extra hoodie when the weather turned, or random jokes to distract you. The more you pulled away, the more determined he became to be there. “You don’t have to talk,” he’d say, sitting beside you. “But I’m staying, whether you like it or not.”

- Tyler: He wasn’t as gentle about it. Tyler didn’t like seeing you hurt, even if it was from your own fears. He’d confront you directly, his voice a mixture of frustration and desperation. “Stop acting like you don’t need us!” he’d snap. “We’re here, and we’re not leaving. So stop pretending you’re fine when you’re not!”

- Ben: Quiet and observant, Ben took a different approach. He didn’t push you—he let his actions speak instead. If you sat alone, he’d silently sit beside you. If you looked lost, he’d steer you back without a word. And when you finally broke, crying in his arms about how everyone always left, he simply held you tighter and said, “I’m not them.”

- Logan: He didn’t fully understand your fears, but he hated seeing you hurt. Logan’s protectiveness often showed soft words to comfort you. "If you’re scared, that’s fine,” he told you once, leaning closer than you were used to. “Just don’t push me away. I’m stronger than that, and so are you.”

- Taylor: She was the most vocal about her feelings. “You think we’re like everyone else? That we’d just leave?” Taylor’s voice was raw, her frustration noticeable. “I don’t care how hard you try to push us away—we’re not letting go. Not now. Not ever.”

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The Rainstorm

The sound of rain against the window was calming, yet it did nothing to ease the storm inside you. You sat curled up on the edge of the old couch, your arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly into space.

“Y/N?” Logan's voice broke through the silence. The rest of the group hovered in the doorway, their expressions varying from concern to determination.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Ashlynn knelt beside you, her hand brushing against yours. “Talk to us,” she whispered. “I don’t know how,” you admitted, your voice cracking. “Every time I get close to someone, they leave. Why wouldn’t you?”

Tyler scoffed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Do we look like we’re going anywhere?”

“They all said that,” you shot back, tears spilling over. "And they weren’t us,” Aiden cut in, his voice fierce. “We’re not them, Y/N. Stop punishing yourself for other people’s mistakes.”

Slowly, you glanced at each of them. Their faces reflected the same unyielding determination, their presence a silent promise. “You don’t get it,” you whispered.

Logan crouched down, his soft gaze meeting yours. “Then make us get it. Let us in. We’re not leaving, no matter how hard you try to push us away.” The words hit something deep within you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself hope. You let yourself believe.

From that night on, things shifted. The gang didn’t just tolerate your fears—they embraced them. They became your shield, your anchor, your proof that not everyone leaves.

And slowly, you began to let yourself hold on.

Chaos, I'm fully blaming you- I screamed and stimmed so much last night from the Anastasia chapter I thought I was dying-

It's unhealthy the amount of love I have for the disaster twins.

#BLAMECHAOS

In the quiet

ROTTMNT Leo

Sleepy! Leo x GN! Reader

Fluff/Character comfort

This takes place after the events of the Kraang invasion. Idk why but TMNT been a recent hype fixation (I blame Chaos), and I've just been wanting to write for it until I start getting requests! Much Love!

-Writer Icy<3

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The sound of distant explosions echoed through Leo's mind as he tossed and turned in his sleep. The Kraang invasion replayed vividly in his nightmare: the city in ruins, his brothers fighting valiantly but being overwhelmed, the despair that had clawed at his heart. Raph being taken and Kraang possessed, Donnie's broken battle shell, Mikey's tears- He jolted awake, gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the remnants of panic. It felt real.

For a moment, Leo lay still, staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to shake off the nightmare. The familiar surroundings did little to comfort him, and the images of the invasion lingered in the corners of his mind. Deciding he needed a distraction, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

The apartment was silent, having stayed with his s/o for the night, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Leo flicked on the coffee maker, watching as it gurgled to life, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filling the air. He leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the residual fear.

As he poured himself a cup, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He turned to see his s/o, their hair slightly tousled from sleep, padding out of his room. They gave him a sleepy smile before wrapping their arms around him from behind, resting their head against his shell.

"Leo, what are you doing up?" Y/n murmured, their voice soft and concerned.

He forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd make some coffee."

They didn't buy it. They never did. With a gentle but firm tug, y/n pulled him away from the counter, guiding him back to the living room. They sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside them. "Come on, talk to me."

Reluctantly, Leo sat down, his shoulders slumping. Y/n rubbed his shell comfortingly, their touch soothing the tension that had built up in his muscles. "Was it a nightmare?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Y/n continued to rub his shell, their touch grounding him, bringing him back to the present. "The Kraang invasion," he finally admitted, his voice hoarse. "I keep seeing it... hearing it."

Y/n pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on their shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone, Leo. I'm here for you."

He sighed, the weight of the nightmare beginning to lift as he felt their warmth, their steady presence. "It's just... it was so real. I thought we were going to lose everything."

"But you didn't," Y/n reminded him gently. "You and your brothers fought back. You saved the city. You saved each other."

He nodded again, feeling a bit more at ease. "I know. It's just hard to forget."

Y/n held him tighter, their hand still rubbing soothing circles on his shell. "I understand. But you don't have to carry this burden by yourself. We're a team, remember?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, we are."

Y/n kissed the top of his head before leaning back, coaxing him to lie down with them on the couch. "Let's try to get some more sleep, okay? We'll face whatever comes next together."

As he nestled against them, feeling their heartbeat steady and strong beneath his cheek, the remnants of the nightmare finally began to fade. Their presence was a balm to his troubled mind, and he let himself relax, the tension melting away.

With their gentle touch and reassuring words, Leo found himself drifting back to sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth and love of the one who held him close.