Poly School Bus Graveyard X Fem!Reader - Undercover Singer

The aggressive type

TMNT 2007 Raphael

2007! Raph x GN! Reader

Fluff/comfort

Im so just- Okay im smitten with 2007 raph and i feel like this might've sucked towards the end a bit but im really sorry- might need to write a smut to one of these-

ANYWAY, Requests are 100% open so pleaaaaseee ask away<33

-Writer Icy<3

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The sewers echoed with the clashing of metal and the heated shouts of two brothers locked in combat. Raphael and Leonardo had been at it for what felt like hours, neither willing to back down. The latest argument had turned into a full-blown fight, both pushing each other to their limits.

"You think you can just keep telling me what to do, Leo?" Raphael shouted, his voice filled with anger and frustration. He swung his sai at Leonardo, who deftly blocked the attack with his katanas.

"I'm trying to keep you from doing something stupid, Raph!" Leonardo retorted, pushing back with equal force. "You always rush into things without thinking!"

Raphael's eyes blazed with fury. "Maybe if you stopped acting like you're the only one who knows what's best, we wouldn't have this problem!"

Leonardo's face hardened, his blue eyes narrowing. "This isn't about me, Raph. It's about you not taking responsibility for your actions."

"Responsibility?" Raphael scoffed, sidestepping and landing a kick to Leo's midsection, forcing him back. "You mean like how you always think you're the only one who can handle things? You don't trust any of us!"

Leonardo grunted, regaining his balance and charging forward. "That's not true! I trust you all, but you make it so damn hard when you act like a loose cannon!"

Raphael's grip tightened on his sai, his knuckles turning white. "You don't trust me, Leo. You never have. You just see me as the hothead who can't control himself."

"And what am I supposed to think when you keep proving me right?" Leonardo snapped, slashing at Raphael with swift, controlled movements.

Raph blocked the strikes, his anger boiling over. "I'm more than just my temper, Leo! But you'll never see that because you're too busy being perfect."

Leonardo's face twisted in frustration. "This isn't about being perfect, Raph. It's about being a team. And a team needs discipline, something you seriously lack."

The words hit Raphael like a punch to the gut. His temper flared, and he launched himself at Leonardo with renewed intensity. "Discipline? Is that all you care about? Maybe if you stopped trying to control everything, we'd actually get somewhere!"

Leonardo met his charge head-on, their weapons clashing in a flurry of sparks. "I'm not trying to control everything! I'm trying to keep us safe!"

Raphael's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Safe? You're driving us apart, Leo! You're pushing me away!"

The brothers continued their fierce exchange, neither willing to back down. Each strike, each word, cut deeper than any weapon. Their movements became more aggressive, their words more biting.

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Leonardo shouted, frustration evident in his voice. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult?"

"Because you don't get it, Leo!" Raphael yelled back, his voice cracking with emotion. "You don't understand what it's like to feel like you're never good enough. To always be in your shadow."

Leonardo paused, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "Raph, that's not true. You're my brother. We're equals."

Raphael shook his head, pain and anger mixing in his eyes. "Then start acting like it."

With a final burst of energy, Raphael threw a punch that connected with Leonardo's jaw, sending him staggering back. But Leonardo quickly recovered, retaliating with a swift kick that landed on Raphael's cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Both brothers stood there, panting and bruised, the reality of their fight sinking in. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional wounds they had inflicted on each other.

Leonardo lowered his katanas, his expression softening. "Raph... I didn't mean—"

"Save it, Leo," Raphael muttered, pushing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood from his lip, a deep bruise already forming on his cheek. "I'm done talking."

Without another word, Raphael turned and stormed out of the lair, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. Leonardo watched him go, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He knew things couldn't go on like this, but he didn't know how to fix it.

As Raphael made his way through the sewers, his thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and confusion. He needed space, a place to cool off and clear his head. And there was only one person who could help him do that.

Raph knew where he was headed. He needed to cool off, and there was only one person who could help him do that. As he reached Y/n's house, he hesitated for a moment, his anger giving way to uncertainty. Would they understand? Would they be angry at him too? Taking a deep breath, He knocked softly, his knuckles brushing against the glass of their window, the one they always left 

"Raph?" they gasped, quickly opening the window. "What happened to you?"

"Just had a fight with Leo," he muttered, climbing inside and wincing as he landed on his bruised leg. "It's nothing."

Y/n closed the window and turned to him, their expression a mix of concern and frustration. "It's not nothing. Sit down."

Raphael reluctantly obeyed, collapsing onto the couch. Y/n disappeared for a moment, returning with a cloth-wrapped ice pack. They knelt in front of him, gently pressing the ice to his cheek.

"Hold still," they instructed softly, their fingers brushing against his skin. "You guys really went at it, huh?"

"Yeah," Raphael grumbled, wincing slightly at the cold but finding comfort in their touch. "We just can't see eye to eye sometimes."

Y/n's eyes softened as they looked at him, their fingers tenderly tracing the bruise. "I get that. But you can't keep fighting like this. It's only going to hurt both of you."

Raphael's stubbornness flared up, his jaw tightening. "Leo doesn't get it. He thinks he knows everything. He's always telling me what to do, like I'm some kind of kid."

"And you think he doesn't trust you," they said softly, their eyes meeting his. "But maybe he does. Maybe he's just worried about you."

Raph looked away, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Worried? He doesn't trust me to do anything on my own. He always has to be in control."

Y/n sighed, their free hand reaching up to cup his unbruised cheek. "Raph, he's your brother. He loves you. He's just trying to protect you in the only way he knows how."

Raphael closed his eyes, leaning into their touch despite himself. "It's hard, Y/n. I'm not good at talking things out. I'm better at hitting stuff."

They chuckled softly, the sound a soothing balm to his wounded spirit. "I know. But sometimes, you need to talk things out. With Leo, with yourself."

Opening his eyes, Raphael found himself drawn to them, the closeness between them palpable. "Y/n, I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm always messing things up."

Y/n's gaze was filled with warmth and understanding. "Raph, you're strong. But you don't always have to fight to prove it. Sometimes, being strong means opening up, letting people in."

He shook his head, his stubbornness flaring again. "I can't. It's not who I am."

"Yes, you can," they whispered, their voice filled with quiet determination. "And it is who you are. You just need to see it."

Raphael's resistance began to crumble under their gentle persistence. "I don't know if I can change."

"You don't have to change," they replied, their eyes locking onto his. "You just have to let yourself be more than your anger. Show Leo, show yourself that you're more than that."

He sighed, the weight of their words sinking in. "It's not that easy, Y/n."

"I know," they said softly, their hand reaching to give a comforting pat on his hand. "But I'm here for you. Always."

In that tender moment, the anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a deep sense of connection and understanding. Y/n's presence was a balm to his wounded spirit, their gentle words and touch healing more than just his physical bruise.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Raphael murmured, his eyes searching theirs.

Y/n smiled, a soft blush coloring their cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself, tough guy." They share a light laugh before a comfortable silence covers the room

Y/n looked into his eyes, their smile reassuring. "You'll work it out with Leo. I know you will."

Raphael nodded, his heart lighter than it had been in days. "Thanks, Y/n."

"Anytime, Raph. Anytime."

A few days had passed since the intense fight between Raphael and Leonardo. The lair had been unusually quiet, a tense silence hanging in the air. The brothers had exchanged apologies, but the underlying tension remained. Raphael found himself thinking about Y/n often, replaying their tender moment in his mind whenever he needed to calm himself.

One afternoon, as the brothers trained in separate corners of the lair, a familiar knock echoed through the tunnels. Y/n had arrived, a determined look on their face. They greeted Master Splinter with a respectful bow before making their way to the training area.

"Leo, we need to talk," They said firmly, crossing their arms as they stood before him.

Leonardo paused, wiping sweat from his brow. "Y/n, now's not a good time. I'm training."

"Make time," they insisted, their tone brooking no argument. "This can't wait."

Sensing the seriousness in their voice, Leonardo reluctantly set his swords aside. "Fine. What is it?"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to control their emotions. "You and Raph can't keep doing this. The fighting, the constant tension—it's tearing you both apart."

Leonardo frowned, his frustration evident. "Y/n, you don't understand. Raph is reckless. He doesn't think things through."

"And you think you always know what's best for him?" they shot back. "He feels like you don't trust him, Leo. Like you don't see his strengths."

Leonardo's eyes narrowed. "I've always trusted my brothers. But Raph... he's different. He needs to be reined in."

Y/n shook their head, their frustration growing. "No, Leo. He needs to be understood. He needs to know you believe in him."

Leonardo crossed his arms, a defensive stance. "And what makes you the expert on Raph?"

"I know enough," they replied, their voice softening. "And I care about him."

Leonardo's expression changed, surprise flickering in his eyes. "You care about him? What does that mean?"

Y/n hesitated, their cheeks coloring slightly. "I just... care about him as a friend. And I won't stand by while you two tear each other apart."

Leonardo smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Just as a friend, huh? Seems like you care a bit more than that."

Y/n's blush deepened, but they held their ground. "Leo, this isn't about me. It's about you and Raph. You need to start treating him like an equal, not someone who needs to be controlled."

Leonardo sighed, rubbing his neck stressfully. "You're right. I just... I worry about him. He's always so angry, so ready to fight."

"Then help him manage that anger," Y/n said softly. "Be his brother, not his commander."

Behind a closed door, Raphael had been listening, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected Y/n to confront Leonardo, and he certainly hadn't expected Leo to tease them about their feelings. He felt a mixture of emotions—surprise, hope, and a lingering anger at Leo.

Leonardo's face softened, his defensive posture relaxing. "Alright. We'll try. For both of us."

Raphael nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, but he stayed hidden, waiting for Y/n to leave.

Y/n reached out, taking Leonardo's hand briefly. "Look, I know he can be a hotheaded asshole, but you’ve gotta understand he’s still your brother…I'm not saying fix it all tonight, but work on fixing it slowly. He loves you, he’s just mad at the world right now."

Leonardo gave a small nod, finally understanding things. "Thanks, Y/n. And... sorry for being an asshole."

Y/n smiled back, shaking their head. "It's okay, Leo. Just promise me you'll try."

"I promise," Leonardo replied, his resolve clear.

Y/n gave a final nod before turning to leave. Once they were gone, Raphael emerged from his hiding place, his eyes locking onto Leonardo.

"You heard all that, didn't you?" Leonardo asked, a knowing look on his face.

"Yeah," Raphael admitted, stepping closer. "And Y/n's right. We need to fix this."

Leonardo nodded, sincerity in his eyes. "I know, Raph. We will. But... you should know they really care about you."

Raphael's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his composure. "Yeah, I figured. Thanks for not making it weird or something..."

Leonardo smiled, clapping a hand on Raph's shoulder. “You should go talk to them"

Raphael didn't need to be told twice, he nodded as they locked hands together in a mutual understanding. Not now, not tomorrow but eventually they’d get past whatever roadblock they were at. Raph made his way to Y/n's apartment, his heart pounding with each step. When he arrived, he knocked firmly on their window, waiting for them to answer.

Y/n opened the window, surprise and worry in their eyes. "Raph? What are you doing here?"

"I heard what you said to Leo," Raphael began, his voice steady. "You didn’t have to do that y’know.."

Y/n sighed, irritated “Listen, he needed to understand and I knew you weren’t gonna do it-”

“He told me you had feelings for me…I overheard…it” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Y/n's eyes widened, and immediately they started to ramble, words tumbling out in a rush, panicked that their friendship with the hothead would be ruined. "Raph, I'm so sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to I-I just didn't think a-and then i started falling for you faster then I could stop —"

He interrupted them by stepping forward and pressing his lips to theirs, a deep kiss to their lips, his hands gently cupping their face. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, their heart racing as they melted into the kiss, their hands resting on his plastron as his hands found their hips, pulling them close to him.

When they finally pulled apart, Raphael rested his forehead against theirs, his voice soft. "I know now. And I feel the same way."

Y/n's eyes shimmered, their voice barely a whisper. "Raph..."

He silenced them with another tender kiss, their connection solidifying the bond they shared. In that moment, all the tension and uncertainty melted away, leaving only the promise of a stronger, more united future.

"You really want me…want this?" Y/n asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Raphael nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I do. And I'm not letting anything come between us. Not even the fights between me and Leo."

Y/n smiled, they’re heart fluttering. “Your too sweet to be a hothead.” Raph chuckled, his eyes sparkling with adoration, “And your too stubborn to not be mine.” and with that, he pulled them in for another deep kiss, that seemingly being an undeniable feeling, Y/n cherished.

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.

Christmas with Them

Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Husk, Vox, Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!!

1 of a few Christmas Posts!!! Enjoyyyy!!

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Angel Dust

- Angel drags you to the most extravagant and chaotic stores in Hell, loudly commenting on tacky ornaments and inappropriate holiday decorations. He insists on buying matching ugly Christmas sweaters for both of you.

- You both turn your living space into a glitter explosion while hanging up decorations. Angel ends up covered in tinsel and insists it’s his “holiday look.”

- A hilariously sarcastic commentary on every cheesy Christmas movie you watch together, especially rom-coms. Angel constantly points out how he’d do things differently.

- Angel’s presents are often over-the-top and flashy, like a sequined stocking filled with novelty items. He loves seeing your reaction, especially if it makes you laugh.

- Angel improvises a "snowball fight" using pillow stuffing or anything he can throw. It quickly devolves into a chaotic but hilarious mess.

- Angel sets up playful (and slightly inappropriate) pranks around the house, like booby-trapped mistletoe that sprays glitter.

- He drags you into a karaoke night, belting out raunchy versions of Christmas classics while pulling you up for duets.

- Angel crafts stockings for both of you, but his is covered in rhinestones and feathers, while yours has a playful inside joke about your relationship.

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You woke up to the sound of loud music blasting through the apartment. Groaning, you rolled over and saw Angel Dust, already in a ridiculous Santa-themed outfit, complete with glittery red heels.

“Rise and shine, sugar! Santa Dust is here to bring some Christmas chaos!” he yelled, shaking a bag full of wrapped presents.

The living room was a mess of wrapping paper, candy canes, and tinsel. Angel had clearly been up for hours, “redecorating” the place. He plopped down beside you, handing you a sloppily wrapped gift.

“I know it ain’t perfect,” he said with a wink, “but it’s fabulous, just like me.”

Inside was a sequined jacket in your favorite color. Before you could thank him, he yanked you into a hug, covering you in glitter. “Merry Christmas, babe! Now, let’s eat cookies for breakfast and watch the worst holiday movies we can find!”

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Alastor

- Alastor prepares an elaborate Christmas dinner with dishes from various cultures. He insists on you trying everything, recounting stories about the origins of the recipes with his usual sinister grin.

- He takes you to Hell’s version of Christmas caroling, which involves twisted and haunting renditions of holiday classics. He sings with eerie enthusiasm, making the experience both fun and chilling.

- Alastor dims the lights, turns on some vintage Christmas jazz, and offers his hand to you for an impromptu dance in front of a crackling fire.

- His presents are always wrapped perfectly, but they often come with a cryptic backstory that leaves you curious (or slightly unsettled).

- Alastor gathers you by the fire to tell twisted holiday tales, his voice both chilling and captivating as he adds his sinister flair.

- He surprises you with a hand-carved ornament or a vintage keepsake, proudly stating it’s made “with a personal touch.”

- He takes you on a stroll through Hell’s version of a winter wonderland, narrating the history of the sights with a mischievous grin.

- Alastor sets up his vintage record player to play Christmas tunes, occasionally breaking into an impromptu performance to serenade you.

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You awoke to the sound of soft jazz playing from Alastor’s Victrola. The warm scent of fresh pastries and spiced coffee wafted through the air. When you stepped into the living room, Alastor was adjusting a garland on the fireplace, wearing a festive sweater that somehow still looked sinister.

“Ah, my dear, you’re just in time! Breakfast is ready, and the festivities are about to commence,” he said with his ever-present grin.

He guided you to a beautifully set table, complete with an array of homemade treats. “I’ve prepared something special for you,” he said, handing you a small, intricately wrapped box.

Inside was a vintage locket with a picture of the two of you. “A token of my appreciation for the… interesting times we’ve shared,” he said, chuckling.

The rest of the morning was spent in a mix of eerie Christmas carols and surprisingly heartfelt moments, making it a day to remember.

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Husk

- Husk isn’t big on holidays but agrees to spend Christmas with you, as long as there’s booze involved. He keeps things simple and cozy.

- He teaches you a card game (or makes up his own rules) while sipping spiked eggnog. The banter is half the fun.

- Though he grumbles about the holidays, you catch him smiling when he sees you happy. He secretly gets you a thoughtful gift but denies it’s a big deal.

- Husk shares stories about his life over a quiet Christmas night, his guard lowered just enough for you to see his softer side.

- Husk insists on a lazy day spent napping with you in a pile of blankets, saying it’s the best way to "celebrate."

- He begrudgingly takes you on a tour of his favorite bars, which turns into an unexpectedly fun holiday adventure.

- You play drinking games where the rules involve mocking cheesy holiday tropes in movies or commercials.

- Late at night, Husk shares an old Christmas memory that’s surprisingly heartwarming, making the moment unexpectedly tender.

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When you woke up, Husk was already in the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he poured coffee into two mismatched mugs. He turned and noticed you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Morning. Figured I’d get the caffeine going,” he said, setting a mug down in front of you.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Christmas music playing on an old radio. Husk had set up a small tree the night before, its lights blinking lazily.

“I, uh, got you something,” he muttered, pulling a neatly wrapped box from under the tree. Inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—a book you’d mentioned wanting.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, though his tail flicked nervously. You smiled and hugged him, making him groan. “Alright, alright, enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s eat.”

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Vox

- Vox uses his powers to create a high-tech Christmas experience, complete with holographic decorations and a futuristic Christmas tree.

- He ropes you into doing a Christmas livestream or video podcast, where you both show off holiday outfits or open gifts in front of an audience.

- Vox takes you to a VIP Christmas bash where only the most elite of Hell are invited. He enjoys showing you off as his partner.

- Vox designs a one-of-a-kind gadget or accessory for you, showcasing both his creativity and affection.

-Vox creates a dazzling Christmas-themed digital fireworks display just for you, projecting it across the skyline.

- He insists you try on various high-tech holiday outfits, enjoying the playful banter as he models a few himself.

- Vox programs a personalized playlist of Christmas music, mixing your favorite songs with his edgy style.

- You spend hours gaming together, battling in festive-themed games or playing co-op while snacking on holiday treats.

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Christmas morning with Vox was nothing short of futuristic. You woke up to a fully automated greeting, complete with holographic mistletoe hovering above the bed.

“Good morning, darling,” Vox’s voice chimed from his speakers. He walked in moments later, carrying a tray with your favorite breakfast and a smirk on his face.

“You’ll love this,” he said, activating a projection of a virtual Christmas tree. Beneath it were digital renderings of gifts, each one opening to reveal a real-life counterpart.

Your favorite? A sleek, custom-designed gadget with your name engraved on it. “Only the best for my favorite person,” Vox said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

The rest of the morning was spent exploring your gifts, laughing over his high-tech holiday antics, and enjoying the most luxurious Christmas breakfast imaginable.

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Lucifer

- Christmas with Lucifer is a grand and formal affair. He hosts a luxurious dinner party with the who’s who of Hell, and you’re the center of his attention.

- After the party, he whisks you away to a quiet spot to enjoy the holiday privately, often with fine wine and a view of Hell’s unique “snow.”

- Lucifer gives you an antique or a priceless artifact with sentimental value, paired with a heartfelt (and slightly poetic) explanation.

- He leads you in a slow waltz under Hell’s night sky, showing a rare glimpse of his romantic side.

- Lucifer oversees the lighting of an enormous, magical Christmas tree in Hell, inviting you to stand beside him as his special guest.

- He plays a grand piano, performing hauntingly beautiful renditions of holiday classics for you.

- Lucifer prepares an intimate, candlelit Christmas dinner for just the two of you, complete with fine wine and elegant music.

- He takes you for a walk through Hell’s royal gardens, magically transformed into a winter wonderland for the occasion.

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You woke to the faint sound of classical music and the scent of freshly baked pastries. Lucifer, dressed impeccably as always, stood by the grand fireplace, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “I trust you slept well?”

He led you to the dining room, where a lavish breakfast spread awaited. Every detail was perfect, from the polished silverware to the pristine holiday decor.

After breakfast, he presented you with an ornate gift box. Inside was a rare piece of jewelry, something timeless and elegant, just like him. “A symbol of my affection,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to your hand.

The rest of the morning was spent in quiet luxury, with Lucifer ensuring every moment felt special and unforgettable.

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Vaggie

- Vaggie prefers a quiet, personal celebration with homemade decorations and baked goods. She insists on keeping it meaningful and genuine.

- You both wrap gifts together, with her focusing on neatness and you possibly sneaking in something silly, which makes her laugh.

- Vaggie enjoys sitting by the fire with you, sipping hot cocoa and discussing your dreams or plans for the future.

- She’s very thoughtful in her gift choices, ensuring each present reflects your interests and needs.

- Vaggie and you spend the evening baking cookies and cakes, with her getting competitive about making everything perfect.

- She creates a scrapbook filled with memories of your time together, presenting it to you with a heartfelt note.

- You both sit under Hell’s unique starry sky, wrapped in blankets, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

- Vaggie sets up a simple but cute photoshoot for the two of you, using props and backdrops to capture the holiday spirit.

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Christmas morning with Vaggie was simple and heartfelt. You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and the sight of her carefully hanging the last ornament on the tree.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft smile, handing you a steaming mug. “Merry Christmas.”

The two of you sat by the tree, exchanging gifts and teasing each other over your wrapping skills. Her gift was practical yet thoughtful—a handmade scarf in your favorite color.

“I wanted to make something personal,” she said, a faint blush on her cheeks.

The morning ended with you snuggled together under a blanket, watching the lights twinkle on the tree as soft music played in the background.

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Charlie

- Charlie loves every aspect of Christmas, from decorating to caroling. She’s bubbly and eager to involve you in all her holiday activities.

- She takes you to volunteer or give back in some way, wanting to spread joy to others. Her optimism is infectious.

- Charlie introduces you to quirky family traditions, like singing carols with her parents or making unique tree ornaments.

- Her presents are handmade or extremely personal, always reminding you how much she cherishes you.

- Charlie insists on decorating the tree together, turning it into a fun and chaotic event with lots of laughter.

- She loves creating colorful and creative holiday cookies, and you end up in a playful frosting fight.

- Charlie organizes a festive parade, making you the honorary guest and ensuring you have the most fun.

- She convinces you to write silly letters to “Santa” (even in Hell), just to see what you’d wish for, laughing over your responses.

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You woke up to Charlie bouncing on the bed, her excitement infectious. “It’s Christmas! Come on, get up!” she exclaimed, pulling you out of bed.

The living room was a whirlwind of holiday cheer, with stockings overflowing and presents stacked high. Charlie handed you a brightly wrapped gift, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it,” she said. Inside was a handmade scrapbook filled with pictures and mementos from your time together.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you hugged her tightly. “Hey, don’t cry! It’s Christmas!” she said, laughing as she wiped your tears.

The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, music, and way too many cookies, making it the perfect start to the holiday.

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Reckless

Tyler Hernandez x Gn! Reader

School Bus Graveyard

Kinda angst but not really?

I love the webtoon, I love all the characters and my gay ass loves Ash but also Aiden...but the twins have special spots in my heart, mostly Tyler. ANyWay- Requests are open! Enjoy

-Writer Icy<3

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The thick fog of the Phantom Dimension seemed to swallow everything around Tyler and Y/n. They had been running for what felt like hours, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Behind them, the faint, eerie glow of the Phantom they'd been fleeing from had finally disappeared into the mist. But in their panic, they had lost track of the group and found themselves alone in the woods a little farther from the bus yard.

Tyler skidded to a stop, panting heavily. "Great. Just great!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Now we're lost in this nightmare, and we don't even know where the others are!"

Y/n caught up to him, trying to catch their breath. "We had to run, Tyler! That Phantom was getting too close. What did you want to do, just stand there?"

Tyler spun around, his temper flaring. "I don't know! Maybe not panic and run off without thinking? Now we're separated, and who knows where the hell we are!"

Y/n glared at him, their own frustration bubbling up. "We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't insisted on checking the houses in the neighborhood! You always have to be the brave one, don't you? Trying to out-do Ashlynn right?!”

Tyler clenched his fists, his anger rising. "I was just trying to make things easier and find materials! Is that such a crime? It's better than sitting around doing nothing!"

Y/n crossed their arms, their eyes blazing. "Easier? You call getting chased by a Phantom easier? You're always so reckless, Tyler! You never think things through, and now we're paying the price."

Tyler's face reddened with anger and a touch of embarrassment. "Well, excuse me for trying to impress you! Maybe I wanted to show you that I'm not just some hot-headed idiot who can't keep his cool! Maybe I wanted you to see I could be just as much of a leader as Ash!"

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, and they opened their mouth to retort, but Tyler cut them off, his voice louder and more desperate. "Yeah, that's right! I like you, okay? I thought if I could show you I was brave and adventurous, you'd see me differently!"

For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by their heavy breathing. Y/n's expression softened, and shook their head, letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Tyler, you're such an idiot. How could you not see that I've liked you for a long time? Why do you think I put up with your crazy ideas and temper?"

Tyler blinked, stunned by their words. "You- You do?"

Y/n sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection in their eyes. "Yes, Tyler. Even when you're being a hot-headed fool, I still care about you."

Before Tyler could respond, the rest of the group found them and they all quickly made it back to the bus graveyard. Everyone was shaken up, tired and Aiden ended up with a small scratch which Tyler commented on per usual and had a small little quarrel. They all relaxed, discussing what all had happened before each slowly started falling asleep. The thick fog around them began to dissipate, and the eerie landscape of the Phantom Dimension started to fade away. The familiar surroundings of their homes came into vision as each of their alarm clocks were mere seconds from going off.

Tyler laid there in bed, trying to process everything that had happened. “Shit…” He rubbed his eyes tiredly and tried to relax before he had to get him and Taylor to school. 

~Time Skip~

He and Taylor walked into Mr. Thomas’ class, everyone in the group following sleepily. They made it through the class slowly until the bell rung, waking Ashlynn and Taylor up from much needed rest. As they started their trudge to lunch, Y/n pulled Tyler to the side and asked to talk. The hallway was almost empty as they stood. He turned to Y/n, who looked just as bewildered but also slightly amused.

"Y/n," he began, his voice softer but still holding slight tension, "what you said last night... did you really mean it?"

Y/n looked at him, a small smile tugging at their lips. They stepped closer and, without a word, leaned in and kissed him. It was a quick, sweet kiss, but it sent a jolt of warmth through Tyler's entire body.

When they pulled away, Y/n smiled and said, "Does that answer your question?"

Tyler grinned, his heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "Yeah, it does."

As the lunchroom buzzed with the sound of students heading to their tables of friends, Y/n gave Tyler's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Ill race you to the table for your fries," they said with a playful smile. “Alright, Bet on it.” he grinned.

As Y/n sped over to the table, Tyler close behind, he couldn’t help but smile, his lips still tingled from theirs. Okay so maybe he needed to be careful…Teams are important and now so were they.

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

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

Unbreakable Sunshine

Poly! SBG x Fem! Gyaru! Reader

Warnings: Bullying.

I do not condone any sort of bullying. Being a victim in the past, its horrible and drives people to awful thoughts, feelings and actions. please be kind to one another<3

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The school hallways buzzed with chatter, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors, and lockers slamming shut. But for you, the day was anything but bright.

“Hey, Barbie doll!” Barron’s mocking voice echoed down the hall, his posse snickering behind him. You clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm, refusing to let him see how much it hurt.

You were used to being a target for Barron and his friends. Your gyaru style—tan skin, flashy nails, bold makeup, and stylish clothes—was an easy target for their cruelty. They teased you for being "fake" or "attention-seeking," but today, their taunts were sharper.

“Got tired of coloring books and decided to color your face instead?” one of his lackeys sneered, drawing laughter from the group.

You forced a smile, acting unfazed as you strutted away, your platform shoes clacking against the floor. Inside, though, their words hit like daggers.

It didn’t take long for the gang to notice something was wrong. You always radiated confidence, a sunny presence that lit up even the darkest corners of the graveyard. But lately, you’d been quieter, more withdrawn.

“Something’s up,” Aiden said one afternoon, pacing the inside of the bus.

“I’ve noticed too,” Ashlynn agreed, her brows furrowing. “She’s been covering her face with her hair more. That’s not like her.”

“Who’s messing with her?” Tyler growled, his fists clenched.

“It has to be someone at school,” Taylor guessed, her usual happy demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

It wasn’t long before the pieces came together. Aiden overheard Barron bragging about how he “put that doll in her place,” and that was all it took to send the gang into action.

Barron and his friends were lounging by the lockers when the group cornered them. Tyler’s eyes burned with fury as he slammed a hand against the metal beside Barron’s head.

“You think it’s funny to bully her?” he hissed, his voice dangerously low.

Ashlynn grabbed one of Barron’s lackeys by the collar. “Say something else about her, and you’ll be eating through a straw.”

Logan, though less physically intimidating, stood beside them with a cold, calculating glare. “She deserves an apology.”

Barron stammered, his usual bravado crumbling under the combined wrath of the group.

“W-We were just joking!” he tried to defend.

“Did she look like she was laughing?” Tyler snapped, his tone uncharacteristically sharp.

By the time they were done, Barron and his crew were shaking, muttering apologies before scrambling away.

Later that evening, the gang found you sitting alone on the steps of the graveyard bus, your knees pulled to your chest.

“Y/N,” Ashlynn called softly, sitting beside you.

You looked up, your eyes glassy. “Hey…”

Taylor plopped down on your other side, her arm draping over your shoulders. “You didn’t think we’d let them get away with it, did you?”

“What?” you blinked in confusion.

“Barron and his goons,” Aiden explained, leaning against the bus. “They won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “You… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, we did,” Tyler said, crouching in front of you. “Nobody messes with our girl.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they weren’t from sadness. For the first time in days, you felt safe. Loved.

Taylor nudged you gently. “Come on, don’t cry beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Logan added with a small smile. “Don’t ruin the makeup you worked so hard on”

They pulled you into a group hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield.

“You’re not alone,” Ashlynn whispered. “Not anymore.” and Ben softly nodded, patting your head lovingly.

And in that moment, surrounded by your makeshift family, you believed it.

MASTERLIST FOR FANDOMS!!!

For a Moment:

Chap1

Homicipher:

School Bus Grave Yard:

General HC's for the Banner family

Reckless - Tyler x GN! Reader

Yandere SBG HC's

If the Yandere SBG gang lost you in the Phantom World

Yandere SBG gang x Abrasive! Reader

Poly SBG x Reader: Cooking and Mom jokes

Poly SBG x undercover singer reader

Poly SBG x Idol reader: Sasaeng attack

Showing up at their house during a storm

Reader sacrifices HERself in Phantom World

Yandere SBG kissing prefrences!

Phantom Slaying reader reactions

Yandere SBG Jealousy

Yandere SBG Cuddle/Sleeping with them

Yandere SBG with S/o who gets hit on

Poly! Yandere SBG x S/o who dies 4 times

Yandere SBG x Male touch starved "Tough Guy" reader

Yandere SBG: They Belong to US!

Terrifyer reader x Yandere SBG

Warm hands, Soft touches

"Your practically naked!"

"On her bloodstained lips"

"Afraid to hold on"

"Shadowed Blood"

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Unbreakable Sunshine

The Four of Them:

Boxer reader! x Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Boxer reader! First loss reactions

The Cursed Princess Club:

Gwen, Monika, Renee with a S/o who's a chainsmoker

Syrah using her curse to help!

Gwen Monika, Renee, Aurelia with ex-assassin S/o

Ashlynn, Taylor, Monika and Renée w/ s/o who hunts werewolves

Love and Deep Space:

Oh my Love (Christmas Eve)

TMNT:

(They are color coded for which turtle the story is about)

2018:

Surge of Emotions

In the Quiet

Snowball fights

Bayverse:

2012:

He was first, but his brother was better

Fatherly Advice

"Central Park Lullaby" (Child reader)

2007:

The Aggressive Type

One for the banter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Christmas Hc's

Angel Dust:

Pink Pony Club

Call of Duty:

~Ghost:

In pain there's peace

~Konig:

MISUNDERSTOOD BY SOCIETY

{Warnings and Triggers} {Chap 1}{Chap 2}{Chap 3}{Chap 4}

(Short)Asylum Patient Konig x GN! Doctor! Reader

Sonic Prime:

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

Larry Johnson:

Larry, Talk...

Danganronpa:

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Ragatha:

Spin me!

Kinger:

Pomni:

Jax:

Gangle:

Zooble:

Caine:

Gummygoo:

Murder Drones

V:

Affection HC's

N:

Uzi:

Cyn:

Cedric Shorts<3

Late Night Latte

The more I write, the more things will get added! If you wanna know who I write, feel free to ask!!!

THE VOTES ARE IN!

I will be doing the Ghost x Fem! Reader angst/comfort fix! Writer Grem is also working on a Donnie angst so be prepared -

Much love!!!

Writer Icy<3

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♡♡♡

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.