Poly School Bus Graveyard X Idol Reader - Sasaeng Attack

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.

WAIT WE CAN DO THIS NOW WITHOUT JUDGEMENT?!

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

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

EEE-

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

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

Writer Icy♡

Chaos, I'm fully blaming you- I screamed and stimmed so much last night from the Anastasia chapter I thought I was dying-

It's unhealthy the amount of love I have for the disaster twins.

#BLAMECHAOS

In the quiet

ROTTMNT Leo

Sleepy! Leo x GN! Reader

Fluff/Character comfort

This takes place after the events of the Kraang invasion. Idk why but TMNT been a recent hype fixation (I blame Chaos), and I've just been wanting to write for it until I start getting requests! Much Love!

-Writer Icy<3

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The sound of distant explosions echoed through Leo's mind as he tossed and turned in his sleep. The Kraang invasion replayed vividly in his nightmare: the city in ruins, his brothers fighting valiantly but being overwhelmed, the despair that had clawed at his heart. Raph being taken and Kraang possessed, Donnie's broken battle shell, Mikey's tears- He jolted awake, gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the remnants of panic. It felt real.

For a moment, Leo lay still, staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to shake off the nightmare. The familiar surroundings did little to comfort him, and the images of the invasion lingered in the corners of his mind. Deciding he needed a distraction, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

The apartment was silent, having stayed with his s/o for the night, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Leo flicked on the coffee maker, watching as it gurgled to life, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filling the air. He leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the residual fear.

As he poured himself a cup, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He turned to see his s/o, their hair slightly tousled from sleep, padding out of his room. They gave him a sleepy smile before wrapping their arms around him from behind, resting their head against his shell.

"Leo, what are you doing up?" Y/n murmured, their voice soft and concerned.

He forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Just couldn't sleep. Figured I'd make some coffee."

They didn't buy it. They never did. With a gentle but firm tug, y/n pulled him away from the counter, guiding him back to the living room. They sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside them. "Come on, talk to me."

Reluctantly, Leo sat down, his shoulders slumping. Y/n rubbed his shell comfortingly, their touch soothing the tension that had built up in his muscles. "Was it a nightmare?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Y/n continued to rub his shell, their touch grounding him, bringing him back to the present. "The Kraang invasion," he finally admitted, his voice hoarse. "I keep seeing it... hearing it."

Y/n pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on their shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone, Leo. I'm here for you."

He sighed, the weight of the nightmare beginning to lift as he felt their warmth, their steady presence. "It's just... it was so real. I thought we were going to lose everything."

"But you didn't," Y/n reminded him gently. "You and your brothers fought back. You saved the city. You saved each other."

He nodded again, feeling a bit more at ease. "I know. It's just hard to forget."

Y/n held him tighter, their hand still rubbing soothing circles on his shell. "I understand. But you don't have to carry this burden by yourself. We're a team, remember?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, we are."

Y/n kissed the top of his head before leaning back, coaxing him to lie down with them on the couch. "Let's try to get some more sleep, okay? We'll face whatever comes next together."

As he nestled against them, feeling their heartbeat steady and strong beneath his cheek, the remnants of the nightmare finally began to fade. Their presence was a balm to his troubled mind, and he let himself relax, the tension melting away.

With their gentle touch and reassuring words, Leo found himself drifting back to sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth and love of the one who held him close.

Pink Pony Club

Angel Dust/Anthony x Trans FtM reader Songfic

Warnings: Homophobia/Transphobia, talk of suicide,drugs, alcohol, overdoses.

Chappell Roan currently has my heart with this song and I immediately felt the pull of Angel Dust with it...sooo...I think this'll be so cute 🥰 trust that im working through thr few requests I've got left so feel free to request more fandoms <3

-Writer Icy♡

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Y/n stared out of the window, watching the fields of Tennessee blur past, the early morning sun casting long shadows over the countryside. This town had never felt like home, not truly. Not since they realized who they were—a boy in a body that didn’t quite fit. That discomfort, that gnawing feeling, had always been there, just beneath the surface. But it wasn’t until they met Anthony that everything became clear. Anthony, with his loud laughter, confidence, and unapologetic flamboyance. His bright eyes like neon and his Italian accent that fit his face just right. They had met at a dive bar when Anthony had flown in from LA, all talk of dreams, lights, and big cities.

Y/n had never met anyone like him. Anthony made LA sound like paradise, and the way his eyes sparkled as he spoke about performing made something click inside of them

I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

"You ever thought about leaving this place?" Anthony had asked one night, the two of them sitting on the hood of Y/n’s car, the stars twinkling above them. Y/n had hesitated, then nodded.

"Every day."

"You got that fire, N/n. I see it in you." Anthony had said with a grin, his cigarette dangling from his lips. "You could be anything out there, you know? Come with me to LA. I perform at this club called the Pink Pony Club. It’s a place for people like us, people who don’t fit anywhere else."

Y/n had laughed, a bit incredulous. "You think I could perform? Like… on stage?"

"Hell yeah!" Anthony had punched them lightly in the arm. "I can already see it. We’d tear it up together."

I'm having wicked dreams

Of leaving Tennessee

Hear Santa Monica

I swear it's calling me

Won't make my mama proud

It's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl

I know she's gonna scream

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Leaving home had been a fight, though. Y/n's mother had found the plane ticket tucked away in their drawer.

"You’re not leaving," her voice was sharp, eyes wide with panic. "What do you think you’re doing, Y/n? Running off with that boy to God knows where?"

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Y/ had squared their shoulders, heart pounding but resolute. "I’m going to LA, Mom. I’m going to perform with Anthony at the Pink Pony Club."

"That’s not real life!" Her hands flew up in frustration, voice rising. "This isn’t who you are! You’re just confused, Y/n!"

"Confused?" Y/n's voice broke. "You don’t even know who I am! You’ve never listened, not once! I’m not confused—I’m finally figuring it out. I’m leaving."

Tears had welled up in their mother’s eyes, but Y/n had already turned away, grabbing their suitcase. The pain in their chest was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating life they would have if they stayed. They didn’t look back.

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

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LA was everything Anthony had promised. The lights, the energy, the thrill of the stage—it was a world that Y/n had only ever dreamed about. Performing at the Pink Pony Club became their life, the rush of adrenaline from being on stage filling every void that had once been left empty.

The first night Y/n performed with Anthony, it felt like magic. The two of them danced together, the music pulsing through their veins, lights casting them in a warm, ethereal glow. Y/n had never felt so alive, so seen. On stage, in front of the world, they were exactly who they were meant to be.

I'm up and jaws are on the floor

Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door

Black lights and a mirrored disco ball

Every night's another reason why I left it all

As the months passed, the connection between Y/n and Anthony grew stronger. It started with stolen moments backstage, laughing about the wild characters they encountered at the club. It grew into late-night conversations about their dreams, their pasts, their shared pain of feeling like outsiders. Slowly, their friendship turned into something deeper. Something more.

I thank my wicked dreams

A year from Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica

You've been too good to me

One night, after a particularly electric performance, Y/n found themselves sitting next to Anthony on the rooftop of their tiny apartment. The city stretched out below them, buzzing with life.

"You ever think about what it would be like if it all just stopped?" Anthony asked, staring out at the skyline.

Y/n frowned, glancing over. "What do you mean?"

Anthony shrugged, his usual bravado dimmed, his fingers absently tracing the rim of his drink. "You know, if all the lights went out. If it all just... ended."

Y/n's heart clenched. "Anthony, are you okay?"

Anthony looked at them, his expression softening. "I’m fine, toots. I just think too much sometimes."

Won't make my mama proud

It's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl

I know she's gonna scream

But they knew better. There was a weight to Anthony that hadn’t been there before, and it scared them. With all the partying they did, drugs, drinking...everything had made them wonder…

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

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The overdose came suddenly, though, in hindsight, Y/n had seen the signs. The long nights, the pills that became more frequent, the way Anthony’s laughter started to sound hollow.  Y/n had tried to help, but they hadn’t known how. They weren’t enough to save him.

Anthony was gone.

Don't think I've left you all behind

Still love you and Tennessee

You're always on my mind

And mama, every Saturday

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying

The funeral was a blur of pain. Y/n’s world crumbled, and they found themselves back in Tennessee, standing at the doorstep of the home they had once fled. The fight with their mother was inevitable.

"I told you!" she had screamed, her face red with anger. "I told you this wasn’t real! And now look! Look where it’s gotten you! God what have you done?!"

God, what have you done

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Y/n had been too numb to argue, the guilt and grief sitting like a stone in their chest. They had felt like an outsider everywhere—LA, Tennessee, and now even in their own skin.

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Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

It wasn’t long after that Jade found themselves in the same spiral. They continued preforming but they went harder everytime. Double the alcohol, double the drugs...double the pain. The pain of losing Anthony had been too much, the crushing weight of trying to survive without him too heavy to bear. It was easier to numb it all. To slip away.

And then one day, everything went dark.

When Y/n opened their eyes, they were in Hell. Landed hard on the front steps of some hotel where people were talking.

The irony wasn’t lost on them. Hell was loud, chaotic, filled with the type of characters that would have fit right in at the Pink Pony Club. But amidst the chaos, there was one face they never expected to see again.

Anthony.

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

Except now, he wasn’t Anthony. He was Angel Dust, a larger-than-life version of the man Y/n had fallen in love with. It was shocking at first, seeing him again. Y/n’s breath had caught in their throat, their heart racing as Angel dust sauntered over, that familiar smirk on his lips.

"Toots? Is that really you?" Angel asked, voice teasing, but there was something soft in his eyes.

Y/n nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. They couldn’t believe it.

"Well, well," Angel grinned, "guess you really couldn’t stay away from me, huh?"

I'm gonna keep on dancing

And just like that, the years of pain, the grief, the loneliness melted away. They were back together, in Hell of all places, but it didn’t matter. They found a new club, one even better than the Pink Pony Club. The lights were brighter, the crowds wilder, and on stage together, it felt like they had never been apart.

I'm gonna keep on dancing

Y/n and Angel performed night after night, their love for each other rekindling, this time without the weight of the world dragging them down. The bad was still included...but it was dulled. It felt more at home at the end of the night. In Hell, they could be exactly who they were meant to be.

I wanna make a request for these characters!

Ashlyn and Taylor (SBG), Monika and Renée (CPC) with an s/o who hunts werewolves for a living? Like, the job isn't easy—their s/o's entire body is covered in scars from previous missions.

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

Ashlynn/Taylor (SBG) + Monika/Renée (CPC)

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Ashlynn

Ashlyn would be both awed and terrified by your profession. She'd mask her worry with teasing remarks like, "What, do you just wrestle them for fun, too?" but her concern would be genuine, especially when she sees your scars. She’d often remind you to be careful, though she’d understand and admire your dedication to protecting others.

When you’re injured, she’d stay up all night, patching you up and keeping the mood light with her sarcastic humor. Still, you’d catch her staring at your scars sometimes, her expression softening with a mix of admiration and sorrow.

"Hey, just promise me you won’t get too heroic out there, alright? I like you better alive than legendary."

Taylor

Taylor would be endlessly curious about your work, asking tons of questions about the logistics and dangers of werewolf hunting. Her fascination would come from a place of genuine interest and a desire to understand what drives you.

When she sees your scars, though, her questions would falter. "How do you handle it? The danger, the... aftermath?" She’d listen intently if you chose to share, offering quiet support. Taylor would constantly research ways to make your job safer, even if it means suggesting absurd gadgets or protective gear.

"I don’t know how you do it, but if there’s a way to help you, I’ll find it."

Monika

Monika would be deeply empathetic, understanding the weight of your profession and the toll it takes on you physically and emotionally. She’d be horrified by your scars, not because they repulsed her, but because she’d hate the thought of you suffering.

"I wish I could heal these for you," she’d whisper while tracing a particularly deep scar with her fingertip. Monika would use her creativity to distract you from the heaviness of your work, planning little adventures or quiet evenings to help you decompress.

She’d also have a practical side, making sure you’re fully equipped for your missions. "If you’re going to fight monsters, then you need to come back to me in one piece. No exceptions."

Renée

Renée would be terrified of your job, but she’d never outright discourage you, knowing it’s something you’re passionate about. Still, she’d fret constantly, peppering you with silent questions every time you return from a mission. Shed fret, her hands waving as she checked over all your scars, dragging you to sit so she could patch you up.

Her anxiety would heighten every time she saw your scars, but she’d never push you to stop. Instead, she’d find ways to support you emotionally, offering hugs, warm meals, and sweetly written words.

"I don’t know how you do it... but you’re so brave. I just hope you’ll let me take care of you when you’re not out there being a hero."

I made this-

Do I regret?? Absolutely not-

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.

Hewwo! Good job on the last prompt, I liked it!

If it's okay, I would like to make another request, this time it's The Four of Them x Boxer reader. Scenario: the gang finds out that the reader is a boxer, but not just any kind of boxer; one of the youngest world champions in history—the reader became the WBC featherweight champion at only 15 years old.

The Four of Them x Boxer reader!

Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Okay, aside from the CPC, this webtoon was one of the first ones I read and adored! So I really really enjoyed writing this! Four requests I'm working on now, I promise!! Not sure if you wanted romantic hc's or platonic so I made them platonic with a gender neutral reader!! Hope you like em!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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 Johnny:

Initial Shock: Johnny would be stunned and probably a bit intimidated. He might have seen the reader as a regular friend, and this revelation would completely change his perspective.

Curiosity: After the initial shock wears off, he’d likely become really curious about the reader’s training and experiences. He’d ask a ton of questions, like what it’s like to be in the ring, how it feels to win a title at such a young age, and how the reader manages school and boxing.

Respect: Johnny has a strong sense of justice and determination, so he’d develop a deep respect for the reader’s hard work and dedication. He’d admire the reader’s ability to excel in something so challenging.

Bragging Rights: Johnny might start bragging to the others about how his friend is a world champion, especially if he ever feels like the group is underestimated.

"No way! A world champion? That’s insane! You gotta show me some moves—I mean, I’m not as skilled as you b-but you can show me if you want!"

Johnny would be absolutely blown away. His initial reaction would be a mix of shock and excitement, with his usual bravado kicking in. He might start playfully challenging the reader to spar with him, though he knows he'd never stand a chance. Johnny would also probably brag to others about how he has a world champion as a friend, seeing it as something that elevates his own coolness.

Gaby:

Nonchalant Reaction: Gaby might act cool and nonchalant at first, pretending like it’s no big deal. He might tease the reader about being a “tough guy/gal/person” or make a few jokes, but underneath, he’d be impressed.

Genuine Interest: After the initial jokes, Gaby would show genuine interest in the reader’s boxing career. He might ask to spar with the reader just for fun, even if he knows he’ll get his butt kicked.

Respect for Independence: Gaby values independence, so he’d respect the reader’s ability to achieve so much at such a young age. He might even feel a bit of kinship with the reader, seeing them as someone who’s had to carve out their own path.

Subtle Pride: Gaby wouldn’t be as outwardly proud as Martina, but he’d drop hints about the reader’s accomplishments in conversations, subtly letting others know how cool his friend is.

"How did you manage to balance all the training with everything else? It must have been tough…still pretty badass though…"

Gaby would be super impressed, though a bit more reserved in his reaction compared to Johnny. He might ask some questions, genuinely curious about how the reader managed to achieve something so remarkable at such a young age. Gaby would respect the reader’s dedication and hard work, possibly even admiring them more than before, but he might also worry a little about their safety.

Martina:

Surprise: Martina would likely be surprised, as she might not have seen this coming. The idea of someone her age being a world champion would seem almost unreal to her.

Admiration: She’d loudly admire the reader’s skills and discipline. Martina would be extremely vocal and bragging alooott. she’d definitely be impressed and inspired by the reader’s accomplishments.

Interest in Strategy: Martina has a sharp mind and might become interested in the strategic aspects of boxing. She’d ask the reader about tactics and techniques, trying to understand how they outthink their opponents.

Supportive: Martina would offer big support, whether it’s helping the reader with schoolwork to keep up with their studies or being there to listen after a tough match.

"You’re seriously a world champion? That’s amazing! You’ve gotta teach me some of those moves—I wanna be able to knock someone out too!"

Martina would be both surprised and proud, seeing the reader’s achievement as something really cool and empowering. She might jokingly suggest that the reader teach her some self-defense techniques, but deep down, she would feel a sense of awe and admiration. Martina would likely start looking up more about boxing and the reader’s past matches to understand just how impressive their accomplishment is.

Mariel:

Excitement: Mariel would be incredibly excited and would probably start cheering and hyping up the reader immediately. She might even insist on watching some of the reader’s matches or training sessions.

Protectiveness: Despite the reader being a capable fighter, Mariel would likely feel a sense of protectiveness. She might worry about the reader’s safety and would be vocal about her concerns, even if she knows the reader can handle themselves.

Pride: Mariel would be super proud to be friends with someone so accomplished. She’d probably tell everyone she knows about it and might even try to find ways to help the reader promote their career.

Enthusiasm: Mariel might try to get involved by asking questions, watching other matches or the readers and even trying to learn a few moves herself, just to understand and show quieter support towards the reader.

"That’s… really impressive. I always knew you were strong, but this… it’s something else. You’ve worked so hard, and it shows."

Mariel would probably be the most subdued in her reaction but no less impressed. She might already have had an inkling that the reader was strong or skilled at something, but this revelation would still catch her off guard. Mariel would appreciate the reader’s strength and determination, maybe even seeing them as a role model of sorts. She’d quietly support them and might even attend one of their matches to cheer them on.

Each of them would react differently, but they’d all be incredibly proud and impressed by the reader's achievement.

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

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

The gang

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies but cute<3

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

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

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

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

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

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Tyler:

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

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

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

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Taylor:

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

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

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

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Aiden:

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

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

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

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Ben:

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

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

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

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Logan:

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

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

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