You Poor Overworked Bean, Here, For Your Troubles 🥺👐🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

I've made it my mission personally to sit in every chair incorrectly because sitting normally means I've got manners.

....

I do not in fact have manners....at all.

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, IM GONNA CRY- thank you @goblinmodetweeker

I will be writing a several chapter story of the Patient Konig x Doctor Reader and I'm working the details out now. This sketch is so beautiful, I'm so excited for this!!

For @icrypop and their amazing psych ward AU! I loved the scene of YN reading Beauty and the Beast to our big boy, so I decided to do a preliminary sketch of it! However, I might adjust it to fit more with the setting as I learn more.

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

Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?

Poly School Bus Graveyard x Reader - Cooking and "Mom" Jokes

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

I really liked this because my stepmom is Korean and I learned how to make some of these dishes and I like all the requests for SBG gang!! Anywayyy, working through each request slowly, trust the process!

-Writer Icy<3

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The reader enjoys cooking for the gang, often preparing delicious Korean and Taiwanese dishes that fill the air with mouthwatering aromas. Whether it's spicy tteokbokki, savory bulgogi, or a comforting bowl of beef noodle soup, the reader takes pride in the meals they create, finding joy in the act of caring for their friends through food.

Ashlynn:

Affectionate Teasing: Ashlynn loves to tease the reader, often calling them "mom" in a playful tone as she digs into whatever delicious dish they’ve prepared. She’ll smile warmly, saying things like, “Thanks, mom! This is amazing!” She appreciates the reader’s cooking deeply and often tries to help out in the kitchen, even if she’s not the best cook.

Quality Time: She enjoys spending time with the reader while they cook, chatting about anything and everything. Ashlynn sees these moments as a way to grow closer, appreciating the reader’s care and effort in making sure everyone is well-fed.

Tyler:

Genuine Gratitude: Tyler is less playful and more genuine in his appreciation. Though he might occasionally join in on the “mom” jokes, he usually expresses his gratitude with a sincere, “This is really good. Thanks.” He loves the reader’s cooking and always makes sure to eat everything on his plate.

Protective Support: Tyler often lingers around the kitchen, keeping an eye out for anything the reader might need help with. He’s quick to step in if something needs lifting or moving, trying to ease the reader’s burden without making a big deal out of it.

Taylor:

Playful Banter: Taylor is the ringleader when it comes to calling the reader “mom.” She’ll dramatically thank them, saying, “What would we do without you, mom?” Taylor loves to playfully exaggerate her appreciation, but underneath the jokes, she’s deeply touched by the reader’s care.

Flirty Compliments: Taylor is also the one to sneak in a flirty comment or two, complimenting the reader on how good they look while cooking, just to see them blush. She enjoys the warmth and comfort the reader brings to the group and never misses a chance to let them know.

Aiden:

Eager Appreciation: Aiden absolutely loves the reader’s cooking and is the first to pile his plate high with whatever they’ve made. He joins in on the “mom” jokes with enthusiasm, often saying things like, “You’re the best mom ever!” His genuine love for the reader’s cooking is clear in the way he devours everything they make.

Emotional Connection: For Aiden, the reader’s cooking is a source of comfort and emotional connection. He feels deeply cared for through the food they make, and it’s one of the ways he feels closest to them. He often lingers after meals, helping to clean up and chatting with the reader about anything and everything.

Ben:

Subtle Compliments: Ben isn’t one for overt affection, but he appreciates the reader’s cooking in his own quiet way. He’ll occasionally join in on the “mom” jokes, but his appreciation usually comes in the form of subtle compliments, (written in his journal) like, “This is really well-made,” or “You’ve outdone yourself again.”

Helpful Presence: Ben often offers to help with the more technical aspects of cooking, like adjusting the heat or making sure everything is timed perfectly. He enjoys the routine and structure of cooking with the reader, finding it a calming and grounding experience.

Logan:

Quiet Gratitude: Logan appreciates the reader’s cooking but is more reserved about it. He might chuckle at the “mom” jokes but doesn’t join in as often. Instead, he shows his appreciation through small acts, like offering to do the dishes or clean up after the meal.

Deep Respect: Logan respects the reader’s skill in the kitchen and often quietly watches them cook, fascinated by their process. He’s more likely to express his appreciation in a calm, sincere way, saying something like, “Thank you. This is really good,” after finishing a meal.

In this dynamic, the reader's love of cooking becomes a central part of their relationship with the group. The gang’s jokingly calling them “mom” adds a layer of warmth and humor to the relationship, making the reader feel appreciated and loved in return. The shared meals become a bonding experience, strengthening their connection and adding to the unique dynamic they all share.

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

Would you both like offerings?? 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

*crawls out of a dusty vent*

COUGH COUGH- hi so I am here for a yandere sbg x reader story 😃

Kk so here: reader and the yandere group are in their room when the group is on one of their rapacious again and their not in the phantom realm reader has a thing were she would just softly massage their head with their soft and warms hands to soften them up like cats and after cuddle them singing to them and after reader does this the whole facility is FLABBERGASTED how they folded THAT fast I mean they have like hearts in their eyes lovesick even the parents are a little impressed at how reader dealt with them🤭

Anyways that all I got 😃🥲 srry if long 😔

Warm hands, Soft Touches

Yandere! SBG gang x Fem! Reader

This concept was literally so adorable :') I love them. Slowly working through these I promise! Enjoy!

-Writer Icy<3

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Warm Hands, Soft Hearts

The air in your room was heavy with tension. The gang—Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, and Logan—sat scattered on the floor and bed, their expressions sharp and ravenous as their usual obsessive tendencies simmered just beneath the surface. They were spiraling again, each one trying to find a way to claim you entirely for themselves.

Ashlynn tapped her nails against her phone screen, pretending to scroll through pictures of you she’d secretly taken. Tyler’s foot tapped an impatient rhythm, his jaw clenched. Taylor leaned against your desk, arms crossed as her eyes wandered around, staring at anyone who dared to sit too close to you. Aiden was quiet but had that dangerously calm look in his eyes, his hands gripping his sleeves as he sat on the floor, back against the bed. Logan fidgeted with a pen, scribbling words you couldn't quite see at your desk, and Ben just sat against the wall across from Aiden, cold and brooding, his eyes tracking your every move.

"Guys," you said softly, breaking the suffocating silence. "You’re all worked up again. It’s too much."

You could see their reactions shift—some looking sheepish, others doubling down on their intensity. Tyler scoffed under his breath.

"Worked up?" Tyler muttered darkly. "You have no idea."

Instead of snapping back or letting their energy overwhelm you, you did what always worked. You sighed softly and knelt on the bed, gesturing for Ashlynn to come closer.

“Come here,” you murmured.

She blinked, stunned, before obediently sliding to sit cross-legged in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and placed your warm hands on her head, your thumbs pressing gently into her temples.

Ashlynn’s body instantly relaxed, her shoulders dropping as you worked small, soothing circles into her scalp. Her breathing slowed, her lips parting slightly. “Oh…” she whispered, her voice almost dreamy.

"Who's next?" you asked softly, glancing around the room.

Logan was the first to break, his face flushing red as he practically stumbled forward to take Ashlynn's spot. Your hands worked their magic, brushing through his hair with a calm tenderness that made him melt like butter. He let out a soft sigh, his usual sharp demeanor crumbling.

One by one, they all caved.

Tyler leaned into your hands with a groan, muttering something about how "this doesn't change anything," though the hearts practically spinning in his eyes said otherwise. Aiden, who rarely showed much vulnerability, closed his eyes and let himself sink into your touch, looking like he’d just been given a taste of heaven.

When you got to Taylor, she rested her forehead against your shoulder as you worked, her quiet, lovesick smile hidden from everyone else. Ben was the last to come forward, looking slightly tense and agitated. Yet when your fingers slid into his hair, his icy exterior melted entirely, and he leaned so far into your hands he nearly toppled over.

When they were all sufficiently relaxed, you slid back onto the bed and spread your arms. "Okay, now all of you come here."

They didn’t hesitate.

Ashlynn and Taylor were the first to cuddle up against you, each clinging to your sides. Ben sprawled across the foot of the bed, his head resting against your leg, while Aiden curled up by your other side, his face buried in your shoulder. Tyler nestled against your back, and even Logan found a spot, tucking himself awkwardly against the headboard but keeping his hand resting possessively on yours.

As you softly sang a calming tune, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on their backs or across their necks and cheeks, they all sank deeper into the warmth you provided. Their usual intensity had dulled, replaced by a lovesick haze as they clung to you like you were their lifeline.

Downstairs, the parents were sitting in the living room, their usual tense discussions about controlling their kids’ obsessions on pause. Ashlynn's dad, Mike, had gone upstairs to check on the commotion but hadn’t returned, which only made them more curious.

When they finally crept upstairs and peeked into your room, they froze.

The gang—usually impossible to manage, fiery, possessive, and combative—lay bundled up around you like sleepy kittens. Ben, who normally never relaxed, looked completely at peace. Ashlynn had a soft, blissful smile, her head resting on your shoulder. Even Tyler, the most stubborn of the group, looked vulnerable as he held your hand.

Mike turned to the parents, his eyebrows raised. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

The parents exchanged glances, equal parts flabbergasted and impressed.

"How… how did they do that?" one of them whispered.

"Must be magic," Mike murmured, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “Or they’re just that good.”

From that day forward, none of them questioned your methods again. If you could tame their wild, lovesick kids with just your hands and a song, who were they to interfere?

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

Guess you'll find out when I climb through your window to steal the knees...

This is all the context I can give...

*runs*

That's a little bit concerning--

My most recent hyperfixation is so dumb and I'm pretty sure that the whole Fandom is dead other than the p*do side of it...but some things are just....it's upsetting.

I wanna talk about how if I write smut the characters will always ALWAYS be 18 and older. Adults. Not minors. Please understand that goes for every Fandom I write for, no matter who is requested! They are always adults.

Anyway, I'm sure most might know Cedric the dear sorcerer from Sofia the First and know about the really uncomfortable ship between him and Sofia.

1. I am going to start writing for him, requests for him will be OC or x reader only. He's been a huge comfort and hear me out type of character for a very long time.

2. I do not support Sofia x Cedric. Ever. She's an 8 yr old child, he is 40+ no matter what universe you put her in, it doesn't feel right and it makes me uncomfortable. As someone who works with children on the daily, it's uncomfortable...

3. I am simply sharing my recent hyperfixation on it and addressing my (un)comfortability. I am not in any way trying to hate on others or their opinions or feelings, simply and respectively sharing mine is not a crime.

Regardless, he's been added to my ML.

Please request more you guys!! Also, School Bus Graveyard requests will be put on hold due to how little requests there are for other Fandoms.

I will still write for it but not as often!

Thank you guys for being patient, I hope everyone is having a great New Year so far!!

-Writer Icy♡♡♡

Um this is super embarrassing but I used to crush on Raph from the cgi movie the 2007 one

Could you write Raph x a reader that's a domanatrix? Um thanx

One for the banter

2007! Raphael x Fem! Domanatrix! Reader

Warnings: Flirty....Smart mouth Raphael

HSSGHSIGH I love 2007 Raph...I have a soft spot for his stupid attitude :3

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The cool breeze of the New York night swirled around you as you stepped into the alleyway. Leather hugged your figure, each buckle and strap glinting under the dim streetlights. You weren’t working tonight—this was your time to relax—but the confidence you carried wasn’t something you turned off. It was part of you, something Raphael noticed immediately.

He leaned casually against the brick wall, his massive arms crossed and the curve of his lips teasing the beginnings of a smirk. "You always dress like you're ready to knock someone on their ass?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you quipped, meeting his gaze with the kind of sharpness he thrived on.

Raph chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. "Yeah, maybe I would." He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. Despite his size, there was a carefulness to the way he moved around you, as if he knew you were just as much a force to be reckoned with as he was.

"Careful, turtle," you teased, your voice silk over steel. "You might bite off more than you can chew."

His amber eyes gleamed, a challenge dancing within them. "Oh, I ain't afraid of a little fight. But somethin' tells me you don’t like it when things are easy."

You smirked, taking a deliberate step closer, letting your confidence wash over him like a tidal wave. "Good guess. I don’t. So, what brings you here, lurking in the shadows like a lost puppy?"

He snorted. "Lost puppy? Lady, I ain’t no puppy. I’m the big bad wolf."

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head slightly. "Then I guess it’s your lucky night, wolf. I happen to know how to handle wild animals."

For a moment, the tension between you crackled like static electricity. Raphael wasn’t one to back down, but neither were you. He admired that. Hell, he respected it.

“You think you’re somethin’, don’t ya?” he said, his smirk growing.

“I don’t think,” you replied, your eyes locking with his. “I know.”

Raph let out a deep, throaty laugh, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. You win this round."

"Every round," you corrected, stepping past him and brushing your hand lightly against his arm. "But you already knew that."

As you walked away, the clack of your heels echoing in the alley, Raphael watched you go, shaking his head with a grin tugging at his lips.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “I think I like her.”

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The alleyway became your unofficial meeting spot, a neutral ground where the city’s hum softened just enough for you and Raphael to spar in more ways than one. Tonight was no different. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the streets as you leaned against the brick wall, waiting.

"You’re late," you called as Raphael emerged from the shadows, his hulking form easily recognizable even in the dim light.

"Fashionably," he quipped, tossing a sai in his hand as if it were weightless. "What? Miss me?"

You rolled your eyes, pushing off the wall. "I missed the chance to remind you who’s in charge. Thought I’d get another shot tonight."

Raph smirked, the confidence radiating off him in waves. "That so? Guess there’s only one way to settle that."

A playful grin spread across your face. "1-on-1?"

"You read my mind."

You didn’t waste time with formalities. The second he nodded, you lunged, your movements sharp and precise. Raphael deflected, his speed surprising for someone his size. The clash of your intensity against his raw strength made for an electric exchange, each blow dodged or countered escalating the tension between you.

Finally, you spotted your opening. You ducked under his swing, pivoting behind him, and with a burst of calculated force, you slammed him against the brick wall. The impact echoed in the alley, and you had him pinned, one arm locked across his chest while your knee pressed into his side.

"Not bad for a turtle," you teased, your voice a mixture of triumph and amusement. "But you’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to—"

Before you could finish, Raph twisted his body, using your own momentum against you. In a fluid motion, he flipped you, your back hitting the wall this time. His arms caged you in, one hand pressed near your shoulder while the other rested at his side, effectively blocking any escape.

"Was that hard enough for ya?" he asked, his face inches from yours, a cocky grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad," you admitted, your breath steady despite the situation. "But pinning someone isn’t the same as winning."

"Funny," he drawled, leaning in just enough to test the boundaries. "I thought the same thing when you had me against the wall."

The corner of your mouth curved upward, amusement flickering in your eyes. "You like being manhandled, don’t you?"

Raph’s chuckle was low, rough, and undeniably teasing. "Only if it’s by you."

You pushed against his chest, forcing him back just enough to step away from the wall. "Careful, turtle. You keep sweet-talking me like that, and I might think you’re starting to enjoy losing."

"Who says I’m losin’?" he shot back, his smirk growing. "This is just round two."

You adjusted your stance, brushing off your jacket. "Then I guess we better settle this properly."

Raph cracked his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Lady, you’re speakin’ my language."

The alley buzzed with the same electric energy as before, but this time, it was laced with something even sharper: mutual respect, attraction, and the undeniable thrill of a challenge that neither of you wanted to end.