Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika And Renée W/ S/o Who Hunts Werewolves

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.

I'm working on the requests I promise!!! They'll be out hopefully soon-

I've been fueling myself on re-listening to the Hamilton soundtrack....

Like...I might make a song fic but with Leo or Donnie (Rise) bc I love putting/seeing them in other universe or AUs and I feel it'd be so cute-

Some songs like....depending on Angst, Smut or Fluff

Like, Burn, Say No to This, Wait for It, and Satisfied...

Anyway, we'll see, it honestly depends!

More in the works for requests, I promise they are coming!! Much love!

-Writer Icy♡

I would like to add onto this-

Explaining plans to do evil things to his birdie... THE EYES???? 9/10

Learning a Lil something new I guess, ain't he just a cutie tho?? 8.5/10

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, would you?" Face??? MMMMM Yes. 7.9999999999/10

He is serving sass. That's it. Broad, confident, SASS. 10/10 all the way

🫠🫶

I highkey need cedric photos and memes in my life rn por favor 🥺❤️

Memes? They will come shortly. Photos? I’ll show you some of my select favourites!! 

First we have the sneaky whisper™ which is an easy 10/10 for me. Look at the side lean, the raise of his eyebrow and that SMIRK THAT SIDE SMIRK THE LITTLE CURL IN HIS LIPS OH MY GOD. 

this one’s a gif but absolute nerds who pretend to know what they’re talking about when they actually don’t but having the utmost confidence with a stupid grin on their face while doing it will always be my kryptonite 8/10.

...do I need to explain this one? 9/10

Cedric was honestly That Bitch for season 1 and most of season 2 and I loved it 10/10

baby boy.. just... baby <3 11/10

V affection HC'S

Serial Designation V x GN! Reader

Bc I love her<3

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- Whenever the group stops to rest, casually sits next to V, pull her close against your chest without a word. V grumbles at first but eventually relaxes, even resting her head on your shoulder.

- During battles, constantly keep an eye on V, and if V gets knocked down or injured, immediately fly to her, and pull her close as you checks for damage—ignoring V’s protests that she’s fine. It makes her feel so loved though she'll never admit it.

- During group flights, V will sometimes hover close to you, resting a hand on your lower back or shoulder as if to ensure your still there. V pretends to be annoyed but never actually moves away.

- V has developed a habit of ruffling your head or patting it affectionately, usually after V says something sarcastic or snarky. V’s wings twitch in irritation, but the faint flicker of her optics betrays what she says most of the time.

- When they camp out, V instinctively pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as they lie back-to-back or chest-to-back. If you try to move away, V just tightens her hold, muttering something about keeping you "safe.”

- Whenever V gets overly snarky or frustrated, you can shut her up by pulling her into an unexpected hug, holding her until V either melts into it or grumbles something about you being “too clingy.”

- When N or Uzi comment on their dynamic, V makes a show of pulling you into a one-armed hug, glaring and saying, “What? They're my favorite.” and she rolls her optics while you smile.

- If you get injured, V insists on being the one to help patch her up. She often lingers, brushing her claws along your arm or shoulder as she works, muttering, “You’re too reckless,” in a way that’s more affectionate than scolding.

- After tense moments or near-misses, you can quietly take V’s hand, and hold it for a few seconds before letting go, acting like it never happened. She takes it as a reassurance method

- After particularly rough fights, if you keep V close, holding her waist or shoulders while glaring at anyone who might pose a threat V pretends to be annoyed, but her wings droop slightly, normally hinting a subtle sign of relaxation.

- V is such a moody butt even though she loves every subtle affectionate thing you give. Like...lots of sass and attitude but she appreciates it even if she struggles to show it<3

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Okay! Major update, I'm gonna start writing for School Bus Graveyard and a couple of other Webtoon series that I enjoy! I'd anyone has recommendations of webtoons they'd like me to read on and write about I will gladly take suggestions!

Please please please send in requests, it's literally so empty over here it's killing me!

Writer Icy♡

JUST SAW THE TRAILER FOR SONIC 3 AT 6:00 THIS MORNING-

ScREAMINGCRYINGTHROWINGUP

IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED- Might start writing for the boys...and Rouge- but we'll seeeee♡

HII!! I was wondering if you take requests currently, and if you do i had a really kinda cute platonic tmnt request. Could you do the bros and splinter with a young reader maybe like 7-10, and they go out to like Central Park at nighttime and reader decides to make flower crowns and sings like a lullaby their brother taught them? If this is too much or not something you wanna write I completely understand. make sure to drink water, eat food and have at least a half hour of social interaction today!

Central Park Lullaby

2012 TMNT brothers + Splinter x Child! GN! Reader

Sooo...there was no specific version and I went with my original favorite. I also put my own spin on how readers brother isn't around anymore. I really actually love writing for TMNT often and would love more requests for it🙏😭

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The chilly night air in New York City was crisp, carrying the faint scent of grass as the turtles and their new little sibling wandered through Central Park. The city’s noise was distant, muffled by the trees and the soft rustling of leaves. The young reader, barely 8 years old, trailed slightly ahead, their small hands gathering fallen flowers and weaving them together.

“Are you sure it’s safe to be out here?” Leo asked, glancing over his shoulder for any signs of trouble.

“It’s Central Park at night, Leo,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. “Nothing here’s scarier than us.”

“Speak for yourself,” Mikey chimed in, crouching down to inspect a dandelion. “This flower is terrifyingly cute. Hey, can I eat it?”

“No!” the reader exclaimed, clutching their collection protectively. “I’m making crowns. Don’t eat my flowers!”

Splinter, standing nearby with his staff, chuckled softly. “Michelangelo, perhaps you should leave the flowers for more noble purposes than your stomach.”

The turtles laughed, and the young reader smiled, plopping down on the grass to start weaving their floral masterpieces. They hummed softly, the melody delicate and comforting.

“What’s that song, kiddo?” Donnie asked, sitting cross-legged beside them, his bo staff resting on his shoulder.

“It’s a lullaby,” the reader replied, their fingers deftly working the stems together. “My brother taught it to me before he—” They paused, their voice trailing off. The turtles exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Well, it’s really pretty,” Mikey said quickly, flopping down beside them. “Bet it’s even cooler when you sing it out loud!”

The reader hesitated but, encouraged by Mikey’s grin, began to sing softly. Their voice was light and sweet, filling the quiet park with warmth. Even Raph, who usually teased, leaned against a nearby tree, listening quietly.

Splinter stepped closer, his heart aching for the child who had wandered the streets alone until they had found them. He placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, and they looked up at him with a shy smile.

“You are very talented,” he said warmly. “Your brother would be proud.”

“Thanks,” they murmured, focusing back on their crown. When it was finished, they stood up and placed it on Leo’s head. “Now you’re a king!”

Leo blinked, his serious demeanor faltering as his brothers burst into laughter. “Uh, thanks?”

The reader giggled, quickly making another crown and placing it on Splinter’s head. “And you’re the sensei king!”

Splinter bowed slightly. “It is an honor.”

One by one, the turtles received their own flower crowns, each reacting in their unique way—Mikey posing dramatically, Donnie adjusting his to sit just right, Raph grumbling but secretly liking it.

The night went on with laughter and warmth, a rare moment of peace for the group. As the reader settled down in Splinter’s lap, their small voice sang the lullaby again, quieter this time. The turtles surrounded them, a protective circle, their family bond stronger than ever.

For the first time in a long while, the reader felt safe.

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

Would you both like offerings?? 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

Hello! Can I request yandere sbg x reader were there cuddling with reader and there sleeping together. I just love your work there just to good to read.

Thank you:)

Yandere SBG x Reader Cuddling/Sleeping Together

Ashlynn, Aiden, Tyler, Taylor, Ben, Logan

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies

HEhe this was fluufy and cuuuttteee :3

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

Ashlynn always ensures that she’s the big spoon when cuddling with the reader. Wrapping her arms protectively around them, she pulls them tightly against her chest, almost as if she’s afraid they might slip away in the night. Her head rests gently against the back of the reader’s neck, her breath warm and soft against their skin. Ashlynn feels a deep sense of peace in these moments, knowing they’re safe and close, but underneath that tranquility, her possessive need to always be near the reader simmers quietly. The closer she holds them, the more she feels like she’s ensuring they’ll never leave her.

Even in her sleep, Ashlynn’s arms never loosen. If the reader shifts in their sleep, she instinctively tightens her grip, nuzzling her face into their hair or back as she murmurs soft, possessive whispers. “You’re mine… don’t ever go…” She sleeps lightly, constantly aware of the reader’s presence, and should they try to leave, even for a moment, Ashlynn would wake immediately, pulling them back with a quiet but firm, “Stay with me. I need you.” She craves this closeness, needing to know that no one else gets to hold them like she does.

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Tyler:

Tyler is the type who demands to be as close to the reader as possible when they cuddle. He presses his entire body against theirs, intertwining their legs together so they’re practically fused. His arms wrap around them tightly, almost too tightly, as if by keeping them close, he can prevent anyone else from ever coming between them. Tyler thrives on physical affection, and his possessiveness is evident in the way he kisses the back of the reader’s neck or shoulder as they start to fall asleep. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his tone both loving and commanding.

When Tyler falls asleep, his grip never loosens. In fact, he tends to shift in his sleep, pulling the reader even closer, his face burying into their neck as if trying to merge with them completely. Tyler’s dreams are filled with them—always with the reader by his side, and when he wakes in the middle of the night, his first instinct is to check that they’re still there. His possessiveness doesn’t stop even in the quiet moments of sleep, and should the reader try to shift away, he pulls them back without hesitation. “Stay right here,” he murmurs, half-asleep but fully aware of their every move.

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Taylor:

Taylor is softer when it comes to cuddling, but her possessiveness shines through in the way she clings to the reader. She always insists on sleeping with her head resting on the reader’s chest, listening to the steady beat of their heart as if it’s the only thing that can lull her to sleep. Her arms are wrapped around their waist, holding them gently but firmly, and every once in a while, she looks up at them, eyes filled with adoration and obsession. She traces little patterns on their skin with her fingertips, basking in the comfort of knowing they’re hers and no one else’s.

Even in her sleep, Taylor stays close, her body molding perfectly to the reader’s. She’s prone to mumbling in her sleep, whispering their name or soft, possessive phrases like, “You’re mine forever…” If the reader shifts or tries to move away, Taylor unconsciously tightens her grip, her face nuzzling into their chest or shoulder as if to stop them from going anywhere. She needs to feel their warmth, and being apart for even a second would wake her, wide-eyed and panicked until she realizes they’re still by her side. Then, with a sleepy smile, she’ll whisper, “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

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Aiden:

Aiden likes to cuddle in a way that ensures he’s always watching the reader. He lays on his side, his arm draped protectively over them, while his intense gaze follows the subtle rise and fall of their chest. He finds comfort in the small details—how their breath slows as they fall asleep, how peaceful they look when they’re vulnerable. But beneath his calm exterior, Aiden is always calculating, always thinking about how to keep the reader close, how to ensure they’ll never leave him. His fingers trace slow circles on their arm, his touch both soothing and possessive.

As Aiden falls asleep, his hand remains on the reader, a constant reminder of his presence. He sleeps lightly, and should the reader shift or move, his eyes flutter open instantly, a wave of panic passing through him before he realizes they’re still there. “You’re not going anywhere, right?” he’d whisper, voice low and soft, though there’s an edge to his tone that suggests it’s not really a question. He’ll pull them closer, wrapping both arms around them as he settles back into sleep, ensuring that they’re as trapped in his embrace as they are in his obsession.

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Ben:

Cuddling with Ben is intense and suffocating in the best way possible. He’s all about physical closeness, wrapping his arms around the reader like a shield, ensuring that no one can get between them. He likes to have their head tucked under his chin or nestled against his chest, where he can feel their breath against his skin. It’s comforting to him, knowing that they’re right there, completely enveloped in his embrace. Every so often, he’ll press soft kisses to the top of their head, murmuring how much he needs them, how he’ll never let them go.

Ben sleeps deeply, but even in his sleep, his grip on the reader never falters. He’s like a furnace, always warm and clingy, pressing them closer as if they’re his lifeline. Should the reader try to move away, even just to get comfortable, Ben instinctively pulls them back, mumbling something about how they belong to him. He’s possessive in the most obvious way, wanting to be near them at all times, especially when they’re sleeping. To him, these moments are sacred—no one else gets to have this level of closeness with the reader, and he’ll make sure they remember that.

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Logan:

Logan is the type to shyly ask for closeness when cuddling. He rarely speaks during these moments, instead choosing to let his actions do the talking. He hesitantly pulls the reader into his arms, positioning them so he’s lying against their chest or tucked under their arm, and holds them in a grip that’s both protective and possessive. His heartbeat is steady, a rhythmic reminder that he’s always there, always watching over them, always ensuring they’re safe. His fingers trace lazy lines on their hip or arm, but there’s a quiet shyness in his gentle movements, as if he’s afraid they’d break if he was too harsh.

Logan doesn’t sleep deeply, and his possessive nature often manifests in small moments of waking up throughout the night, his eyes scanning the reader’s face as if reassuring himself that they’re still there. When he’s asleep, his hold on them never loosens, and should they try to move, Logan will wake instantly, his grip tightening as his eyes shyly meet theirs. “Im so happy your mine forever…” he mutters, his voice quiet  with sleep but soft in its shyness. He needs the reader close—physically and emotionally—and these moments of sleep are the only times he allows himself to be so openly vulnerable about it.

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