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Hi am I so excited to ask and request my first time asking you! I read some of you're stories and found them great! Especially the yandere SBG cast x reader ones those are the best!

OK YAY so here : reader is always in layers in summer I mean layers after layers not dropping a single sweat over and over untill it comes to winter and that girl is wearing shorts a sleeveless shirt ankle socks and sandals and girl is sweating shes like that one kid that's where shorts in the freezing cold even when it's snowing😨😔 and the group is flabbergasted

That's all I got 🥲 sadly

Can't wait till you replay send me a message if you can't do or you're on break (ﾉ´∀｀*)

Srry if disturbed!

Take care of yourself too!

"Your practically naked!!"

Poly! SBG Gang x Fem! Reader

Hrgagahda this was actually kinda funny to write

Sorry im taking forever :')

-Writer Icy<3

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The gang had always been curious about your peculiar fashion choices, but they chalked it up to one of your many quirks. Summer days would roll around, the blazing sun practically melting everyone else into puddles, and there you were—wrapped in layers like you were preparing for an Arctic expedition. A hoodie, a jacket over that, and sometimes even a scarf. You never looked uncomfortable, never broke a sweat, and barely seemed to notice the heat.

"You’re not… hot?" Ashlynn asked once, sweat dripping down her face as she stared at you incredulously during one particularly scorching afternoon. "Not at all," you replied simply, sipping on an iced drink as if that was enough to balance your sweltering outfit. The others exchanged glances, baffled but too distracted by their own discomfort to press further.

Then winter came, and you flipped the script in the most bizarre way imaginable.

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It was the first snowfall of the year. The gang had bundled up, wearing thick coats, scarves, and gloves as they met up near the school bus graveyard. They were shivering despite the layers, steam puffing from their mouths with every breath.

And then you showed up.

“WHAT are you wearing?!” Taylor practically screeched, staring at you like you’d lost your mind. You stood there in shorts, a sleeveless shirt, ankle socks, and sandals, looking as if it were just another mild summer day. Except for the faint sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Is… is she sweating?" Ben asked, pointing in disbelief. "She’s sweating!" Tyler confirmed, his tone filled with shock. "It’s below freezing, and she’s SWEATING!"

You wiped at your forehead casually, unfazed by the snow collecting on your shoulders. “Yeah, it’s a little warm today.”

"A little warm?" Ashlynn asked, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. "We’re in the middle of a snowstorm!"

Tyler folded his arms, squinting at you. "You were wearing a hoodie and two jackets in July, and now you’re practically naked in December. Explain yourself."

"I dunno," you said with a shrug, shivering slightly but brushing it off. "I just feel more comfortable this way. Summer’s too cold, and winter’s too hot." The group was silent for a moment, their brains struggling to process your logic—or lack thereof.

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From that day on, you became an ongoing mystery to them. Logan tried to lecture you about proper attire for the weather, but you always brushed him off with a breezy, "I’m fine." Aiden attempted to sneak extra layers into your bag, but you never used them.

Taylor even offered to buy you some stylish winter gear, but you just smiled and said, "Nah, I don’t need it."

The gang eventually gave up on trying to change your ways, though they never stopped complaining or worrying every time you showed up to the bus graveyard in a snowstorm wearing the absolute minimum.

Whenever any of them asked about your clothing vs. temperature issue, you just gave a sly grin, tugging at your sleeveless shirt as the snow continued to fall.

ITS FIXED NOW!! CHAPTER 4 AND 5 ARE UP!

DAMMIT.

Okay so part 4 of Misunderstoof by society disappeared but luckily I saved it in my notes...

Gonna have to delete 5, put 4, then repost 5 again...IM SORY GUYS IM SO SORRY....I'll be updating my ML as well ugh

Thank you to the person who commented on which part it was, I would've never noticed that if it weren't for you😭😭😭😭❤️

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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Misunderstood By Society (6)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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The box of activities in my arms wasn’t much. Simple things—some puzzles, a few basic sketch pads, even a stress ball. It wasn’t about the activities themselves. It was about control. König had none in this place. Every decision, every movement, every choice was made for him. I wanted to change that, even in small ways.

But first, I had to get his food.

I made my way to the meal cart, already spotting Jacobs lingering nearby. I should have expected him. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Didn’t take you for a babysitter, doc," he mused, his voice thick with faux charm. "Bringing the big guy toys now?"

I didn’t take the bait, simply setting down the box and reaching for König’s tray. The moment I lifted the lid, my stomach turned.

The food was bland—overcooked, dry, and utterly unappetizing—but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

It was the faint, crushed-up remnants of something mixed into the potatoes.

I frowned, glancing at the kitchen staff behind the counter. "What is this?"

One of them hesitated, looking over at Jacobs, who didn’t bother to hide his grin.

"Standard procedure," he said smoothly. "Gotta make sure the big guy gets his meds one way or another."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "And this is the best you could do? Bland, disgusting, and drugged?" I looked back at the tray. "No wonder he doesn’t eat."

Jacobs’ smirk didn’t falter. "You’re new here, doc. You don’t get how things work."

I exhaled through my nose, turning fully to face him. "Oh, I understand just fine. I understand that König reacts to you the way he does because he distrusts you. And do you know why, Jacobs?" I tilted my head slightly, my voice eerily even. "Because you treat him like an animal."

The grin on Jacobs’ face twitched, just slightly, before hardening into something else.

I saw the shift in his posture, the way his muscles tensed, the way his jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to people calling him out.

He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "Careful, doc," he murmured, his tone dripping with warning. "You’re playing a dangerous game. You’re new. They can replace you just as fast as they hired you."

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.

Instead, I simply smiled.

Not a kind one.

A cold one.

"Then I guess we’ll see who lasts longer."

Jacobs' eyes flickered with something unreadable, something dark, before he huffed a quiet laugh and backed off. "Suit yourself."

I grabbed König’s tray, picking up my box of activities, and walked away without another word.

When I returned to König’s room, he was where I left him—sitting on the floor, his hood drawn low, his posture stiff but less guarded than before. His eyes flicked to the tray in my hands.

I set it down in front of him before carefully removing the plate and wiping the mashed potatoes clean with a napkin. The faint traces of crushed medication smeared onto the paper, proof of what had been hidden there.

König’s gaze lingered on my movements.

I pushed the plate toward him. "It’s out. You can take the pills when you’re ready."

He didn’t move at first.

Then, slowly, his fingers curled around the fork. He picked at the food, shoving the vegetables aside until only the meat remained.

I made another note: He only eats the meat.

The water sat untouched.

I noticed the subtle way his fingers twitched toward it before retracting.

He was hesitant. Suspicious.

I picked up the napkin, holding it up so he could see the powdery remnants. "See?" I said quietly. "It was in the food, not the water."

His fingers flexed again.

A long silence stretched between us before he finally reached for the cup.

He didn’t drink right away.

But he held it.

And for now, that was enough.

The small table between us felt like a fragile boundary, something uncertain but unbroken. I had spread out the activities—simple things, nothing complicated. I wanted to see what he gravitated toward, what caught his interest.

König eyed them warily, his large hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The pencil I had set near the notepad remained untouched. His fingers twitched toward it but never quite closed around it.

Minutes passed before he finally picked it up.

I didn’t move. Didn’t offer guidance. I just watched.

He held it awkwardly, his grip too tight, his movements stiff. When he tried to press it to the paper, it barely scratched across the surface, the pressure uneven. His breathing changed—shallow, irritated. The tip of the pencil snapped, and he gritted his teeth.

His fingers flexed, and the pencil rolled from his grip onto the floor. He didn’t pick it up.

Instead, he reached for the puzzle.

I wrote in my notes without making a sound. Hesitant with fine motor skills. Difficulty gripping pencil. Signs of memory loss? Discomfort? Frustration.

The puzzle pieces were large, meant for children, but he didn’t seem to care. He worked through them slowly, his massive fingers surprisingly careful as he fit the edges together.

Then, quietly, he mumbled.

The first time, I thought he was speaking to me.

But then I realized—

He was talking to himself.

His voice was low, muttering in German and occasionally switching to English. It wasn’t nonsensical. It was structured, like a conversation.

"Here? No—there. That piece is wrong."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"No, it fits—see?"

A pause.

"It does not. Try again."

He was responding to himself.

Like two halves of his mind were speaking to each other.

I kept writing. Conversational murmuring. Auditory hallucinations? Inner dialogue?

I didn’t react. Didn’t try to stop him.

König’s fingers trembled slightly when he got a piece wrong, his breathing uneven. He paused, his hood dipping forward, hands curling into fists before relaxing again.

Still, I said nothing.

He noticed.

"You are quiet." His voice cut through the room, sharp and suspicious.

I looked up from my notes. "Do you want me to speak?"

He stiffened, clearly not expecting the question. His fingers twitched again. "You are a doctor," he muttered. "You are supposed to… show me how it is done."

I set my pen down. "Do you want help?"

Silence.

His shoulders tensed. His fingers tapped against the table once—twice. His head tilted slightly beneath the hood, something unreadable in his posture.

He didn’t answer.

And I didn’t press.

I leaned back in my chair. "I believe people should ask for help when they need it," I said simply. "After they’ve tried to find a solution first."

König’s breathing was slow, measured. He reached for another piece of the puzzle.

This time, he fit it in correctly.

He exhaled—quiet, barely noticeable. But I noticed.

And I wrote it down.

This^ guys I just found out what booping was this morning wtf....

I must've not ever been active ok halloween before????

Anyway HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS♡

IT'S BEEN AN HOUR AND ALL I'M DOING IS BOOPING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÆÄÅÂÁÆ

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.

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.

I FINALLY DID IT-

I created my little sona-

I actually really like this, I'm not the artist though, Grem is so this is a work in progress🥹 anywaayyy, bare with me-

Writer Icy <3

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