Hewwo! Good Job On The Last Prompt, I Liked It!

Hello me again! So it's a bit uncomfortable for me to say this since this is my second time asking🫣

Can you do a yandere sbg x reader kissing or make out if it's fine? it's fine if you don't wanna do it I don't mind at all and take you're time that's all bye! (Love you're yandere sbg stories! ♥(ﾉ´∀`)

-by iluvoptimus!

Yandere SBG Kissing Preferences:

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

Warnings: A little steamy on Tyler's, Ashlynn's and Aiden's parts!

Hiyaaa! I'm so glad you felt okay enough to request, I promise there was no problem with this ask and I was okay writing it!! Im glad you enjoy my writing and I am so so sorry it took me so long to get this out to you!! I hope you enjoy!! :)

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Preference: Ashlynn prefers soft, lingering kisses. She enjoys savoring the moment and making sure the reader knows how deeply she cares for them.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ashlynn loves kissing the reader’s forehead or cheek, often as a gentle reassurance of her affection. She’ll kiss their lips when she wants to be more intimate, but it’s always slow and tender.

- Public or Private: Ashlynn prefers private moments for kissing. She finds public displays of affection a bit too vulnerable but will sneak a quick peck if she’s feeling jealous or protective.

Ashlynn cupped the reader’s face gently, her fingers brushing against their skin as she leaned in. The rain outside pattered against the window, but inside the room of , everything felt warm and still. "You’re mine," she whispered softly, her lips ghosting over the reader’s cheek before pressing a slow, tender kiss to their lips. She savored the moment, letting her kiss linger as if it was a silent promise that she would never let them go. "No one will ever take you from me." She whispered as her cold fingertips brushed under your shirt, holding your waist tightly as you felt your back bump against the counter. A hand traveled to the back of your head but the kiss stayed gentle, loving, passionate as she held you closer, something so sweet ignited in your stomach and into your heart. Her eyes said it all when she pulled away and smiled.

Tyler:

- Preference: Tyler is intense, and his kisses reflect that. He likes deep, passionate kisses that feel all-consuming, as if he’s trying to show the reader how much they mean to him in every single kiss.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He loves kissing the reader on the lips, but he also likes trailing kisses along their neck and collarbone, where he can feel their pulse and the warmth of their skin.

- Public or Private: Tyler doesn’t care about privacy when it comes to kissing. If he feels like showing his affection, he’ll do it wherever—especially if someone else is watching. It’s his way of staking his claim.

Tyler’s hand gripped the reader’s wrist tightly as he pulled them into a secluded corner of the school. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark with possessiveness. "You have no idea how much I need you," he muttered before crashing his lips against theirs. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if he needed to remind them who they belonged to. His hands slid up to cup the back of their neck, pulling them closer. Oh how your heart flooded and stomach pooled with that familiar feeling. He was tense, warm, everything felt warm. When he finally pulled away, he pressed a quick kiss to the reader’s jawline. "No one else gets to have this—just me." You nod, head fuzzy as you drifted from his eyes to his lips, pressing yours against his once more, the room growing warmer.

Taylor:

- Preference: Taylor is unpredictable in her kissing style. Sometimes, she’s gentle and affectionate, and other times, her kisses are more excited or hyper/urgent, as if she’s scared the reader might slip away from her.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: She enjoys kissing the reader’s lips but also likes kissing the back of their hand or wrist, as it feels intimate and a little old-fashioned. When she’s feeling particularly emotional, she’ll kiss the reader’s forehead.

- Public or Private: Taylor prefers private moments but doesn’t mind giving quick kisses in public if she’s feeling insecure or possessive.

Taylor sat beside the reader on her bed, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on their arm. "You won’t leave me, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before the reader could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against theirs. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, her need for reassurance evident in the way her hands tightened around their shoulders. When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against theirs, a soft smile on her lips. "I’ll never let you go."

Aiden:

- Preference: Even though Aiden has a more hyper or excited attitude about him I believe he is slow and deliberate when it comes to kissing. He likes to take his time, savoring every second as if it’s the last. His kisses are filled with emotion, always seeking a connection beyond the physical.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He prefers kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys kissing their temples or the top of their head. It’s his way of showing protection and care.

- Public or Private: Aiden doesnt really mind if its private or public moments. He finds public displays of affection to be a little too much sometimes though and would rather have those intimate moments when it’s just the two of them. But he would definitely kiss them in public if he needed to make it clear they were his and his only.

Aiden stood with the reader in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft glow from the outside streetlights casting shadows across the room. He gently brushed a strand of hair from their face, his touch lingering. "You don’t realize how much I care about you, do you?" he whispered before leaning in, his lips meeting theirs in a slow, tender kiss. He kissed them like he was memorizing every second, savoring the warmth and softness. Picking you up softly and carying you to the couch before laying across you, he continued his gentle way of love. His kisses soft but with more pressure as your heart rate picked up. His hands caged your head as yours slid from his shoulder and down to his abs. 'When did he get so built..' You thought before wrapping your free hand around his neck, pulling him down more as the kiss deepened. When he pulled back, he kissed their forehead gently, resting his chin on top of their head. "You’re all Mine."

Ben:

- Preference: Ben is quiet and reserved, but his kisses are surprisingly intense. He prefers slow, deliberate kisses that communicate how deeply he feels. He doesn’t kiss often, but when he does, it’s full of emotion.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ben likes kissing the reader on the lips, but when he’s feeling particularly protective or possessive, he’ll kiss their neck or the side of their head.

- Public or Private: Ben definitely prefers private moments for kissing. He doesn’t like showing his emotions in public, but behind closed doors, he’s more willing to express his feelings.

Nen sat beside the reader in the quiet darkness of his room. The only sound was the soft hum of the rain outside, tapping against the window. Without a word, he reached out, his hand brushing against the reader’s cheek. He leaned in slowly, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to their lips. It was soft but intense, filled with everything he couldn’t say out loud. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against theirs, his eyes closed. "You belong with me," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Logan:

- Preference: Logan’s kisses are sweet and full of warmth. He’s gentle, always checking to make sure the reader is comfortable. His kisses are filled with love and affection, with a playful undertone at times.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Logan loves kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys peppering kisses on their cheeks and nose, especially when he’s feeling playful or trying to cheer them up.

- Public or Private: Logan prefers private kisses but isn’t opposed to giving the reader a quick peck in public, especially when he’s feeling protective or jealous.

Logan grinned at the reader as they sat together on the grass in the schoolyard. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow around them. He leaned in close, his lips brushing softly against theirs. His kiss was gentle, full of affection, but he couldn’t resist adding a playful nibble at the end. When he pulled back, he peppered kisses across their cheeks, making the reader giggle. "I love seeing you smile," he said with a soft laugh, kissing the tip of their nose before pulling them into a tight hug.

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I love and appreciate you talented writers and artists. Keep doing what your doing cuz you guys are amazing 👏 🫶

In pain, theres peace.

Call of Duty Ghost

Ghost x Fem! Lieutenant! Reader

Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of guns/gunshot, wounds, friend dying, friend getting injured, self blame

Oof this one hurts- I'm so tired but I got it done, I need to go eat my hot-pockets now

-Writer Icy

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Gunfire. Screaming for a medic. Not having enough time

It happened too fast. I watch as he lay lifeless on the concrete floor, several gunshot wounds to the stomach and chest… right through the vest.

As the unit communicated through coms, the world went quiet for me. I froze, my heart pounding in my ears as my blood ran cold. Rage and anger but sadness and regret. I was frozen, stuck in one spot as I stared down at my now dead best friend. He had been there my junior and senior year of highschool and enrolled into the military with me..I was at his damn wedding- “Y/N! Pull yourself together!' I heard Soap's voice ring out sharply, his words cutting through the silence that I thought was there. 'This isn't a field trip, L/n! Get your ass into gea-” another gunshot and a yell. My head whipped around to Soap who was now bleeding from his bicep. “Fuck..” I had to move, I had frozen in the middle of fire. My heart sank as I realized the severity of my actions. 

Ghost’s POV

Soap's words had stung her, but they also served as a harsh reminder of her duty. I ran out just as L/n looped her arm up under Soap’s, making their way back to the hall we took cover in. I could only serve a sharp look her way. “L/n, You're a lieutenant. Act like one.” I grumbled under my breath. She put her head down as the rest of the unit met back at the evacuation heli.

No ones POV

After returning to base, a run-down shack in the middle of nowhere; they were able to get Soap down and banaged after removing the lodged bullet in his arm. “Fuckin’ ‘ell Soap” Ghost mumbled after watching Y/n bandage Soaps arm. “L/n, what the hell were you thinking? People die everyday- You could’ve gotten Soap or yourself killed.” 

Y/n nodded “Yes Ghost I know, I know the severity of my actions and what could’ve happened…It wont happen again.” she mumbled before leaving. Soap grabbed Ghost’s arm with his good one, “Go easy on ‘er mate. How’d you feel if ya’ lost her in combat?” Ghost nodded, “I know…Have to be harsh on her out front…Price would have our arse if he knew-” Soap patted his comrade’s arm and nodded “I know. Just go get ‘er.” He mumbled before relaxing back into his temporary bed.

Ghost returned to their shared room to find Y/n sitting on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. Tears streamed down her face as grief consumed her, not only for their fallen comrade but also for the realization that her panic and freeze up could have jeopardized Soap, herself and the whole mission… So many more lives could’ve been lost if she had stood there another second-

“Y/n,” Ghost’s deep voice rang through the silence of the small room. He closed the door and made his way over to her, his heart heavy.

'I'm sorry, Simon,' Leah whispered, her voice trembling. 'I let you down.'

Ghost crossed the room and crouched in front of her. With a soft touch, he rested his ungloved hand on her knee, his gaze meeting hers. 'You didn't let me down, Y/n.”

'But I panicked,' Leah protested. “I could’ve gotten Soap or someone else on the team killed. I-If I had stood there another second, It could've-”

“We all have our moments of weakness, Y/n,” Ghost sighed, cutting her off. “But it's how we respond to them that truly matters.”

Ghost's words brought a glimmer of solace to Y/n. She leaned into his shoulder as the final walls broke as she cried openly into her partners shoulder. He held her close, whispering soothing words into her hair. “Let's honor your friend,” Ghost suggested softly. “We'll give them a separate burial, just the two of us tomorrow…I know they were your best friend.” 

“He was practically my brother Simon..” she hiccuped. “So lets make them feel honored. He may be gone but not completely.” Ghost soothed her to the best of his ability. Comfort wasn’t his specialty, it was Soap’s. Being with Y/n, he had to learn a thing or two as to, in words of Soap, “Not be a fucking dick-faced-prick”.

The following day, they found a secluded spot, far from the temporary base in the forest clearing. With solemn hearts, they laid their comrade to rest, offering a whispered prayer for their eternal peace. As they filled the grave, Y/n felt a sense of closure. Though the sorrow would linger, she knew that her friend had found their way to the afterlife. It hurt her but she knew it was always going to hurt when she lost someone she loved. She knew when she joined, they both did. But as she looked at her partner beside her, she felt relief that she wasn't going through this alone. The man might be harsh, rude, and unfeeling on the outside but she knew what laid in his heart and she loved him for it all.

Together, Ghost rebuilt Y/n’s shattered spirits. They recognized the strength in their connection and the importance of supporting each other through their darkest hours. Y/n's panic had been a harrowing experience, but it had also brought them closer together, forging an unbreakable bond that transcended the battlefield. He knew she was going to be okay, not today or tomorrow, but she’ll get through this and he’d help her till the end.

Hey this is a request for yandere SBG x reader!

Yknow the chapter were they get captured by yknow the agents while getting catpurted the agents then noticed reader with the group bundled up like a protecting shield for reader so the agent try to take reader but that's when ALL of them start to go farel because reader is literally CLAIMED by them as THEIR soulmate forever so yeah! Um ok so that's all 😁and can it be a poly to!

Thank you if you do it 🤭🤭🤭😁😁😁

I understand if you don't have time or don't wanna❗️

Yandere SBG x Reader

They belong to US.

The gang

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, violence, descriptive harm, aggression, heavy possessiveness.

I MADE THIS A FIC IM SORRY ITS SHORT- Guys its almost 2 am where im at, this is the last request- I love you guyyssss :’)

-Writer Icy<3

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"Id let the world burn"

The moment the agents close in on the group, their eyes zero in on you, the one person nestled tightly in the middle of the chaos. Your expression is guarded, aware of the danger, but you’re surrounded by the gang—Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, and Logan—each of them tense and protective, creating a human shield around you.

The agents, clearly after the entire group, seem particularly interested in you. You can feel their calculating stares, their movements slow but deliberate, as if recognizing your importance to the others. One of the agents gestures toward you, signaling to his colleagues. "Take that one. They seem... special."

That’s when everything shifts. The second those words leave the agent’s mouth, the energy around the group darkens. There’s an almost primal growl from Tyler, his body taut like a spring ready to snap. Ashlynn’s eyes flash with something wild, while Taylor’s usually calm demeanor cracks, her fists clenching so hard her knuckles turn white. Logan’s entire body tenses, his jaw set, and Aiden’s usual smile turns to something more sinister. Ben, normally the most calm, looks downright terrifying, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

You know what’s coming, and yet, even you’re taken aback by how quickly it happens.

The moment the agents reach out, trying to grab you, the gang snaps. It’s as if a feral switch has been flipped. Tyler is the first to move, throwing himself at the nearest agent with a glare and harsh yell, his strength sending the man sprawling. Ashlynn’s fingers dig into the arm of another, twisting with such force that you hear the sickening pop of a dislocated shoulder.

“They’re OURS!” Tyler roars, his voice filled with unbridled fury. “You don’t touch them!”

Taylor isn’t far behind, darting in with surprising speed, striking down two agents before they can even react. Her movements are precise, calculated, like a predator toying with its prey. "They belong to us," she hisses, her voice a deadly whisper. "You think you can take what’s ours?"

Ben, usually the calm one, is an entirely different person. There’s no trace of tranquility in his expression as he slams an agent against the wall, eyes gleaming with possessive rage. His silence speaks waves of danger as the agent against the wall stares in horror.

Aiden’s normally happy demeanor fractures. His expression is crazed, almost psychotic as he effortlessly takes down one of the larger agents. "Hands off what doesn’t belong to you."

But it’s Logan who’s the most different. He’s dangerous as he fights,every movement calculated with such intensity in his eyes is enough to send shivers down your spine. When he pins an agent to the floor, he leans down, his voice low and menacing. “They’re our soulmate. Forever. You’ll never take them from us.”

The agents, who thought they were in control, quickly realized how wrong they were. Despite their numbers and training, they’re no match for the gang’s raw, feral determination. This isn’t just about protecting you—it’s about keeping you, solidifying in their minds and the world that you belong to them. You’re theirs. Their soulmate. Their reason for existing.

As the chaos swirls around you, the gang continues to fight with a terrifying intensity, each move fueled by a possessive rage that makes it clear to anyone watching: there’s no escaping them. You’re at the center of their world, and they’ll tear apart anyone who dares to threaten that bond.

By the time the last agent is incapacitated, each member in the group turns back to you, breathing heavily but victorious. Their eyes are wild, their possessiveness still palpable in the air. Slowly, they gather around you again, forming that protective shield, but now there’s something even more dangerous in their demeanor. You belong to them, and they’ll fight the whole world to keep it that way.

Tyler is the first to speak, wiping the blood from his lip as he pulls you into his arms. “You okay? Don't worry they wont hurt you”

Ashlynn nods, her fingers brushing your cheek as she leans in, eyes still gleaming with that wild protectiveness. “You're safe with us, it's okay now.”

There’s no denying it anymore. In their eyes, you’ve always been theirs—claimed, cherished, and now, undeniably protected for life.

Misunderstood By Society (2)

Asylum Patient Konig x GN!Doctor! reader

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The staff locker room smelled faintly of bleach and old metal, the fluorescent lights casting everything in a pale, washed-out glow. I stood in front of my assigned locker, methodically placing my items inside—badge, clipboard, patient files, my white coat, and a thicker one for when the building’s heating inevitably failed in certain wings.

A quiet humming sound caught my attention before a cheerful voice followed. “New doctor, huh? You must be Dr. Y/N.” I turned, meeting the gaze of a woman in blue scrubs, her ID tag reading Miss Nessi. She was petite, her dark hair pinned back neatly, and she had the kind of warmth in her smile that made her seem out of place in a place like this.

“That’s me,” I replied, shutting my locker. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you,” she said, leaning against the lockers. “Wiles told me you’d be working with König. You’ve got guts.” I only nodded. People kept telling me that, and I didn’t know yet if it was a compliment or a warning.

Another voice cut in, this one male. “I was supposed to be his personal caretaker before you arrived. Guess they thought he needed a fresh face.”

I turned again and immediately felt a shift in the air. The man standing there—*Dave Jacobs,* according to his badge—was tall, well-built, and undeniably attractive by most standards. But something about him set my nerves on edge. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered too long or how his smirk didn’t quite reach them.

“That means you and I will be working together closely,” he added smoothly, stepping just a little too close. “Guess that makes us partners, yeah?” I didn’t react, merely grabbing my clipboard from the locker and shutting it. “Only when I’m not here,” I said flatly.

For a split second, something flickered in his expression—something cold—but it was gone just as quickly. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair like he was in some kind of movie. “Don’t worry. I’ll take *good* care of him when you’re not around.” I didn’t answer, just turned to Miss Nessi, who gave me a look that said I know.

I made quick work of my things, not wanting to linger. I wasn’t scheduled to meet König until tomorrow, so for now, I busied myself with walking the asylum, familiarizing myself with the halls, the layout, and—most of all—the details.

I noticed everything. The smudges on the tile from worn-down shoes. The faint scent of stale cigarettes despite the “No Smoking” signs. The scratches on the walls, some fresh, some years old. Some carved with fingernails, others with something sharper.

The workers moved about in careful patterns, some chatting, others moving in silence. But something about them—most of them—felt off. I couldn’t place it yet, but it was there, lingering beneath the surface.

I thought about my empty home, about the dinner I had waiting for me, a simple meal I’d probably eat alone at my kitchen table. It was better than nothing.

Then—

BZZT!

The intercom crackled to life, the voice coming through sharp and direct:

“Code Yellow. Staff to Wing C. Repeat, Code Yellow.”

I froze, instinct kicking in. Someone had been hit by a patient.

Miss Nessi, who had been walking nearby, grabbed my arm before I could move. “Don’t. Security’s handling it.”

I hesitated, glancing down the hall. Already, orderlies and doctors were moving quickly toward Wing C. But something in my gut twisted.

I had only been here a short time, but I could already feel it—something about the asylum wasn’t right. And I had a feeling that König was only the beginning.

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.

OMG, okay, I would love to make a request. May I please request Cursed Princess Club? Gwen, Renée, and Monika with an s/o who is a chain smoker?

Their s/o smokes a LOT and is struggling to quit. My grandpa used to have a terrible smoking addiction, but he quit when I was born.

Cursed Princess Club and a chain smoker S/o

Gwen, Renée, Monika x GN! Reader, all separate

EEE Okay this was a cute ask<33 I love the CPC and it was a huge comfort for this bc of how many chain smokers I have in my family, the struggles are hard not only for the smoker but the people around them. I hope this is good! Enjoy :D

-Writer Icy<3

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Gwen

Gwen's Concerned Encouragement: Gwen gently suggests alternative activities to distract the reader from smoking, like baking together or trying new hobbies, and shares healthy snacks to help curb the cravings.

Adventure Distractions: Gwen invites the reader on a trip to the cursed princess club spot as a distraction in hopes the others can give you some different ideas.

Accidental Magic Solution: Gwen's friends try to help with an object spell and it accidentally causes the reader's cigarettes to turn into harmless objects, like flowers or bubbles, whenever they try to smoke. They both laugh about it, and Gwen apologizes, offering to help in other ways.

Renée

Health Talk with Renée: Renée, concerned for the reader's health, has a serious but supportive “conversation” through writing about the dangers of smoking and the benefits of quitting.

Nature Therapy: Renée encourages the reader to channel their cravings and anxiety into a nature-based expression, like taking walks and feeding the swans with her, as a way to manage stress without smoking.

Magic Potion Attempt: Renée tries to create a potion to help the reader quit smoking, but it has unpredictable effects, leading to humorous or touching moments as they figure out the right formula. Its enjoyable and appreciated as she tries her hardest to help you.

Monika

Fashion and Distraction: Monika distracts the reader from smoking by engaging them in fashion design projects, making over old clothes, or trying out new looks, emphasizing the fresh start that quitting can symbolize. Lots of accessories she finds she will distract you by telling you about each one.

Stealthy Sabotage: Monika sneakily replaces the reader's cigarettes with herbal alternatives, trying to wean them off nicotine without them noticing, leading to a funny confrontation when the reader finds out. It was like smoking a flower, smelled nice, tasted funny so you knew something was up.

Supportive Sisterhood: Monika organizes a support group with other members of the Cursed Princess Club, where they share their struggles and offer advice and encouragement to the reader in their journey to quit smoking. That part helps the most. Everyone has their own coping methods for their struggles so you take the advice and Monika helps you slowly to pull away from it

AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EP 3 IS OUT.

FUUUUUCCKKKK-

The emotional Rollercoaster guys, ow...

I've loved kinger, he's so silly I love him

But that episode, just o w .....

I watched it at 11:30 last night, adding it to my masterlist...I need to make masterlists for my masterlists....I'm sorryyyy guys ill do that eventually I promise-

Anywayyyyy....

Yeahh ♡♡

-Writer Icy♡

Misunderstood By Society warnings ⚠️

Asylum Patient! König x GN! Doctor! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of different disorders, patient abuse, medication by force, talks of symptoms and behaviors, suicide and violence, toxic work environment, dangerous situations, slight gore, hallucinations, PTSD, Anxiety, Bipolar Disorder, People are mean to patients, lobotomy may be mentioned but not descriptive.

....So I forgot to put trigger warnings on the last two chapters.... but this story will not have trigger warnings on every chapter. The story as a whole can be triggering.

This story contains sensitive topics on patients and their different disabilities, medication, and instances based off how patients had been treated in past facilities. In no way is this meant to harm or be hurtful to anyone. I've been researching each different disorder, I have researched and dug around old, shut down asylum and why they closed. I'm simply writing with researched knowledge. If you have information that I've written incorrectly or you have tips on a specific disorder, reach out, I will appreciate any helpful thing greatfully!!

I will be posting chapters out as much as I can. I enjoy writing this and I've had alot of motivation to write for it and a few other things!!!

Thank you all who are enjoying this story and showing your support♡♡

-Writer Icy♡