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Misunderstood By Society (5)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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I let the conversation flow, keeping it light, keeping it human. I talked about small things—books I had read, places I had visited, even the weather outside, though König probably hadn’t seen the sky in a long time.

He responded in sharp, clipped sentences, his tone always edged with something cold. His words were blunt, sometimes outright rude, but I didn’t react. If he was trying to push me away, he’d have to try harder than that.

It wasn’t until I noticed the subtle shift—the absence of Jacobs’ shadow behind the mirror, the guards no longer lingering—that I finally steered the conversation where I needed it to go. His treatment.

“König,” I said evenly. “Tell me about what they do to you.”

His entire posture changed.

His fingers twitched. His shoulders tensed. His breath came out just a little harsher. I saw it coming before it happened. His aggression flared like a match striking against stone.

*“You think I want to talk about that?”* His voice was sharp, rising in volume. His heavy boots scraped against the floor as he shifted, his entire body coiled with pent-up frustration.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. He wanted a reaction. I refused to give him one.

I stayed still, my hands resting loosely in my lap, my breathing slow and even. “I think you don’t have to,” I murmured. “But I also think you want someone to listen.”

His fists clenched. His chest heaved. He was fighting something—himself.

For a moment, I thought he would snap. That he would grab the table, flip it, storm off, yell, something.

I spoke again. Soft. Steady. Grounding.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me, König.”

Something in him stilled. His breathing slowed. His fists loosened.

Then, as if something inside him finally caved in, he sank to the floor in front of me, his massive frame hunched, his head slightly bowed.

I let the silence settle before speaking again.

“Things are going to be different now.”

König let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Different?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t Jacobs. I wasn’t the guards. I wasn’t here to break him—I was here to help.

He scoffed but said nothing. I took that as an opportunity. “Tell me how they treat you.”

He was silent for a long time. Then—

“They taunt me,” he muttered. “Mock me. They force me. Hit me. Tase me.” His breathing grew uneven. “They cage me like an animal....Im not an animal- Im not supposed to be here! I need to be out. They need to let me out!"

My heart clenched. But my face remained neutral. His anger rose but I chose to refrain from engaging.

I had suspected something was wrong, but hearing it from him made it worse.

He had been fighting back because he had to. Because the people meant to help him had become the very thing he needed to be protected from. I met his gaze. “That won’t happen anymore.”

He let out another low, bitter laugh. “And why should I believe that?”

“Because I’m going to be here more than Jacobs now,” I said simply. “And because I won’t force you to take medication you’re not supposed to.”

That made him pause.

I leaned forward slightly. “I don’t believe in unnecessary pills. I believe in natural medicine. Things that actually help rather than subdue.” König didn’t speak, but I could tell he was listening.

“You’ve been given drugs to control you, not to help you,” I continued. “I don’t want you drugged into obedience. I want to figure out what actually works for you." A long silence stretched between us.

Then, finally, König shifted. His fingers flexed slightly, like he was mulling something over. “…We will see,” he murmured, voice quieter now.

It wasn’t trust.

Not yet.

But it was something.

A start.

HE WAS AT MY WORK. WHY-

This is an announcement that I'm officially going to be writing for Sonic and Gravity Falls!

I do have several requests in the works/drafts atm!! I've been busy and trying to get these done so I can post them at once and I appreciate you all being so patient!! ♡

That's all!!

-Writer Icy♡♡

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.

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.

I screamed, i was not expecting to get reblogged- Take your time!!!!

Im calling you out-

@chaoticspeedrun, as a follower (And Turtle lover) You and your art give me flustered panics. My co-writer Grem will also love your page- That is all, thank you<3

-Writer Icy<3

ICYPOP WE NEED YOU 😰😔✊WHEN WE NEED YOU MOST YOU APPEAR AND WE NEED YOU 😔😰✊🥲😭

I SWEAR IM MOVING MY BUTT THE BEST I CAN😭😫

Bear with me, it's slowly coming together 🥹🫶

hi, i quite like your posts. can i request yandere sbg x reader who always shows himself to be strong and independent even though he always wants comforting hugs or words of encouragement. if you don't want it, you can skip it. anyway, have a nice day :)))

Yandere SBG x touch starved “Tough guy” MALE! Reader

The gang

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies but cute<3

I loved this. It was just so cute guys UGH- ENJOY

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

Ashlynn is the most intuitive when it comes to the reader’s hidden needs. She knows he won’t ask for hugs or comforting words, but she doesn’t wait for him to ask. She’s constantly finding excuses to pull him into her arms, pressing his head against her chest while whispering sweet words of encouragement.

“You don’t have to pretend around us, you know,” she coos softly, running her fingers through his hair. “We’ll always be here for you. Let me take care of you, okay?”

She’s possessive, wanting to be the one who provides the comfort he craves. Her hugs are gentle but firm, making it clear that she’s not going to let him go. She watches for every moment of vulnerability, ready to swoop in and be his protector—even if he doesn’t realize how much he needs it.

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Tyler:

Tyler, while rough around the edges, is surprisingly tender when it comes to comforting the reader. He’s always ready with a protective arm slung around the reader’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace when he senses any sign of stress or discomfort.

“C’mon, tough guy,” Tyler grunts, pulling him close and resting his chin on top of the reader’s head. “You don’t gotta keep that strong front all the time. Not with us.”

Tyler’s hugs are overwhelming in their intensity, full of unspoken promises to shield the reader from anything that threatens to hurt him. His words may be gruff, but there’s a softness behind them, a reassurance that Tyler will always be there to catch him when he falls—even if he won’t admit that he needs it.

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Taylor:

Taylor is always quick to shower the reader with physical affection, never shying away from hugging him out of the blue or offering him quiet words of affirmation. She senses that he needs someone to make him feel special, to remind him that it’s okay to lean on others.

“You’re strong, but you don’t have to be alone in that strength,” she murmurs softly, resting her head against his shoulder. “We’ve got your back, always.”

Taylor’s comforting touches are frequent but never overwhelming. She’s constantly by his side, holding his hand or hugging him from behind, subtly breaking down his defenses. Her words of encouragement come naturally, slipping into conversation in a way that makes him feel cared for without feeling smothered.

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Aiden:

Aiden is the most eager to shower the reader with physical affection, especially since he knows the reader won’t ask for it. Aiden finds any excuse to hold him close, whether it’s pulling him into a playful hug or just sitting side by side, their arms touching.

“Hey, I saw you feeling a little down,” Aiden says with a grin, pulling the reader into a tight, warm embrace. “I’m here for you, Always.”

Aiden’s hugs are full of warmth, and his words are laced with reassurance. He loves being the one to break through the reader’s tough exterior, to make him feel safe and cared for. He’s possessive in the way he always wants to be the one the reader turns to for comfort, but his affection feels genuine, almost overwhelming in its intensity.

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Ben:

Ben is more subtle but equally possessive in his need to comfort the reader. He watches carefully, always aware of the moments when the reader’s guard is down, ready to swoop in when he senses the reader is feeling particularly vulnerable.

Ben is quiet when he pulls the reader into a secluded corner and wraps his arms around him. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Ben’s hugs are intense, almost suffocating in the way he holds on, as if afraid to let the reader slip away. His words are laced with possessiveness, a reminder that the reader doesn’t need to pretend to be strong around him—Ben will always be there, whether the reader wants him to be or not.

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Logan:

Logan is shy and observant, always picking up on the little things that others might miss. He knows the reader better than anyone, understanding his need for strength but also recognizing the unspoken longing for comfort.

“Hey…Y’know,” Logan says quietly, his voice steady and calm. “We’re here for you, no matter what. Its okay.”

Logan’s approach is more understated than the others, but his presence is always reassuring. He’ll hold the reader’s hand, offering silent support, or sit beside him without saying a word, letting the reader know that he’s not alone. When Logan does hug him, it’s slow, soft and gentle, a moment that reminds the reader he doesn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He's so pretty..... @cedric-my-beloved 🫶🫡

WAIT WE CAN DO THIS NOW WITHOUT JUDGEMENT?!

oh im SO making my own sonic oc so i can selfship with shadow

its 2025 leave the cringe behind and indulge in 2010 interests freely guys