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

I did a thing...after reading School Bus Graveyard....

So whenever I hyperfixate on things, I get bursts of inspiration and draw stuff related to said things...so um yay I'm learning to draw digitally

Hi! I LOVE your yandere schoolbus graveyard stories and I have this in my mind for a long time,it's ok if you don't want to do it 🙂

I was thinking what would happen if y/n showed up at the sbg characters house while a rainstorm is happening and their parents kicked them out with nothing and y/n looks beaten up?

(I know dang well all of them gonna be tweakin out also again it's ok if you don't wanna do it🙂👍 it's my first time asking)

Y/N Shows Up at the SBG Gangs' House During a Rainstorm

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

WARNINGS: Talks about abuse/injuries

Hope this fits the ask! Trust me hon, i answer asks always as long as they follow requesting rules :))) Don't feel nervous!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Context:

Y/N arrives at the home of one of the School Bus Graveyard gang members in the middle of a severe rainstorm. They're drenched, shivering, and visibly beaten up, having been kicked out by their parents with nothing but the clothes on their back.

Ashlynn:

Immediate Concern: Ashlynn is instantly alarmed when she sees Y/N at her doorstep. She quickly pulls them inside, her heart breaking at the sight of their bruises and soaked clothes.

Gentle Care: Ashlynn carefully helps Y/N out of their wet clothes and wraps them in a warm blanket. She speaks softly, trying not to overwhelm Y/N, but her eyes reflect the deep concern she feels. She’s gentle as she cleans up any visible injuries and makes sure Y/N is comfortable.

Silent Fury: Though Ashlynn is kind and comforting to Y/N, inside, she’s seething with anger toward Y/N’s parents. She’s already thinking about how to help Y/N in the long run, determined to make sure they never have to go back to such a toxic environment.

Tyler:

Protective Response: Tyler’s protective instincts kick in the moment he sees Y/N on his doorstep. He immediately pulls them inside, closing the door against the storm and guiding them to a warm spot in the house.

Quiet Reassurance: Tyler doesn’t say much at first, instead focusing on getting Y/N dry and warm. He offers them his own clothes, making sure they’re as comfortable as possible. His hands might shake with the effort to remain calm, but he does his best to reassure Y/N that they’re safe now.

Subdued Anger: Inside, Tyler is furious with Y/N’s parents. He’s already thinking about what he can do to help Y/N in the long term, even if it means confronting their parents or finding them a new place to stay. He’s ready to do whatever it takes to keep Y/N safe.

Taylor:

Immediate Action: Taylor springs into action as soon as she sees Y/N. She pulls them inside, her mind racing as she takes in their disheveled and injured state. She’s determined to make them feel safe and loved, no matter what.

Comforting Distraction: Taylor might try to lighten the mood a bit, making jokes or talking about anything to distract Y/N from the pain and fear. She’s not ignoring the seriousness of the situation, but she knows Y/N could use a bit of normalcy to help them calm down.

Determined Protection: Taylor’s playful demeanor hides a fierce determination. She’s already plotting ways to make sure Y/N never has to go back to their parents, even if it means they have to stay with her permanently. She’ll protect Y/N with everything she has.

Aiden:

Overwhelmed Concern: Aiden is immediately overwhelmed with concern when he sees Y/N on his doorstep. He pulls them inside, his voice shaky as he asks what happened. His heart breaks at the sight of their injuries.

Comforting Presence: Aiden wraps Y/N in the warmest blanket he can find and makes them a hot drink, trying to soothe them in any way he can. He might even start to tear up, his emotions getting the best of him as he tries to comfort Y/N.

Emotional Support: Aiden stays close to Y/N, holding their hand or offering a reassuring hug. He’s deeply affected by what’s happened and wants Y/N to know they’re not alone. He’ll be their emotional rock, even if he’s struggling to keep it together himself.

Ben:

Silent Shock: Ben is struck silent when he sees Y/N at his door, beaten and soaked. He quickly pulls them inside, but his mind is racing with emotions—anger, worry, and a fierce protectiveness all mixing together.

Tender Care: Ben is gentle as he helps Y/N change into dry clothes and tends to their injuries. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes. He’s focused on making sure Y/N feels safe and cared for.

Burning Anger: Inside, Ben is furious. He’s never been this angry before, and it scares him how much he wants to hurt those who’ve hurt Y/N. But for now, he pushes that aside, focusing on being there for Y/N and figuring out how to protect them going forward.

Logan:

Calm Efficiency: Logan’s first instinct is to pull Y/N inside and assess the situation calmly. He’s worried, but he knows panicking won’t help. He quickly gets Y/N out of their wet clothes and into something warm, offering quiet words of comfort as he does so.

Medical Attention: Logan carefully examines Y/N’s injuries, offering basic first aid while suggesting they see a doctor if needed. He’s methodical in his care, making sure nothing is overlooked.

Long-Term Thinking: While caring for Y/N, Logan is already planning out the next steps. He’s considering everything from legal action against Y/N’s parents to finding a more permanent solution for their safety and well-being. He won’t rest until Y/N is secure and far from harm.

The gang collectively is affected by what’s happened and determined to make sure Y/N never has to go through such an ordeal again. Together, they form an unbreakable support system for Y/N, ensuring they’re safe, loved, and cared for as they recover from the trauma.

He's so pretty..... @cedric-my-beloved 🫶🫡

Surge of Emotions

ROTTMNT Donatello

Overstimulated/Overworked Donnie x GN! Reader

Fluff/Character comfort

I love Donnie and ik some people need comfort. For me, personally when I get overstimulated, I get super touch sensitive to everything and need to sit on a hard floor and draw small patterns on my hands unless someone does it for me-

~Writer Icy<3

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Things can get busy sometimes, especially with Donatello, the genius of the group, who was often stuck in his lab per usual, surrounded by various gadgets and glowing screens of all his tech. His mind was sharp and relentless and it often pushed him into long hours of inventing and strategizing. It was like his tech and projects to help his brothers or himself in battle, often consumed him.

But recently, there’s been a distraction in the lair. April had introduced Y/n to the guys a little over a year ago and it had been an enjoyable way to make a new friend for them all. Well, everyone except Donnie.

Donnie was never good with feelings, “Yes, Feelings, hot, cold, hungry, sleepy-”

It was hard enough for Mikey to get him to even consider his feelings but Y/n made him feel things he wasn’t used to feeling and it stressed him out. On top of all the projects, ideas and everything piled up for him to work on, he now had his new friend consuming another part of his mind.

One particularly stressful evening, Donatello found himself overwhelmed. His projects were piling up, his mind racing with too many ideas, and the pressure of his responsibilities pressing down on him. He could feel the familiar sense of overstimulation creeping in, the world around him becoming too much to handle. The beeping, whirring and all his tech making noise along with his work mask and anything he put his hands on seemed to make it worse. He sat at his desk, head in his hands, trying to force himself to calm down but it felt like the world was closing in on him, everything feeling too much all at once.

Y/n had gotten to the lair not long after April had told them Donnie had been working for a few days and hadn’t come out unless it was for another cup of coffee. They got their and went straight to Donnie’s lab, knocking softly. Upon not getting an answer, they peeked into the room and spotted the purple clad genius with his head in his hands. They rushed over to him, feeling worried and nervous for their closest terrapin friend.

"Hey, Donnie," they said softly, not wanting to startle him. "You okay?"

Donatello lifted his head, eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion as they darted around the room, scanning their friend’s face. He shook his head slowly, unable to find the words to explain how he felt. His hands had been shaking and his breathing was irregular. Y/n knew he would get overworked but they’d never seen him this bad. They walked over and crouched in front of his chair. “Here let's do this differently,” Y/n coaxed him out of his chair and over to a less cluttered area of his lab, letting him sit down on the cold, hard floor.  

Sensing his inability to speak, they sat down beside him and put their hands up to show they wouldn't touch him. “Can I touch your shoulder D?” They asked softly. Donnie simply shook his head no and they nodded, understanding he was definitely touch sensitive to almost everything. “Can I sit next to you?” He nodded. It was quiet for a few minutes other than the occasional beeping of his machines. After the silence, Y/n decided to ask,

"Is it your work that's overwhelming you?" Addi asked.

He nodded.

"Too many projects at once?"

Another nod.

"Do you need to take a break from it all?"

A hesitant nod followed.

Y/n smiled softly. "Okay." Their calm and steady presence provided the grounding he needed to slowly calm down.

Eventually, as the tension began to ease, Donatello leaned on Y/n's shoulder, feeling an unfamiliar but comforting sense of peace. Feeling him relax against them, they filled the silence, “Can I try something D?” He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, looking at her with a mix of confusion and vulnerability and nodded. They gently took his hand and traced soft patterns on top of it. His breathing hitched until he felt his heart rate slow as he realized this was helping him focus on something else other than the things around him. 

"Y/n," he began slowly, "I am a smart individual, I could rearrange space if I wanted. I understand the most complex equations and situations...but I don't understand why when it comes to you, things are harder to think about."

Y/n looked at him confused before giving a knowing smile. "Donnie, have you ever thought about the possibility of having feelings for someone?"

Donatello hesitated, then nodded. "Yes but feelings aren't helpful for I, the great Donatello-"

“Donnie,” His heart skipped a beat at their voice. “Donnie. Feelings can be confusing, especially when they're new. You might not understand them to the fullest but they're also a beautiful part of being who we are."

Donatello felt a warmth spread through him, a new kind of understanding dawning. "I... I think I feel things for thou..." he mumbled, not daring to look up at his newly found reason of his feelings.

They smiled, eyes softening as they knew what Donnie meant. "I like you too, Donnie. And if you're comfortable, I can help you figure out whatever feelings you want to understand.” He finally looked up at them, his eyes full of awe as he nodded. They let a soft laugh through their nose as they relaxed on the floor, relishing the feeling of being in one another's calm presence.

NOW WHO SHOULD WE PICK FOR THE MAIN LOVE INTEREST????

Uzi, N, V or Cyn

Before someone complains, Yes I know NUZI is a ship, I get it, I love them, but for the sake of the fic, they aren't together unless a different character is chosen!!

I'm doing this poll again because only 2 ppl voted last time-

...murder drones x Wall-E

That crossover ...turn it into a fic

STOP WAIT-

That's actually a good idea ....yay nay???

Yam sbg gang + parents with a reader that enjoys being in the phantom realm because they like killing the phantoms, I can just imagine reader being a duel machete wielding ninja, that slices through phantoms like their butter, the only thing you hear from reader is crazed laughing as phantom body parts drop and roll on the ground, but then in the real world reader is just like hella chill like I mean cool kid chill, they don't talk to much but not too little and their just constantly tired no matter what before and during the plot.

Sorry if this long, ur like my sbg content supplier

<3

Yandere SBG Gang + Parents Reactions to Phantom-Slaying Reader:

Ashlynn, Taylor, Tyler, Aiden, Logan, Ben +Parents

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, violence, slight disturbance.

Okay sooo this was a cool ass idea and I like to think about Aiden and how he was when he was a crazy murder machine lmao

I'm sorry that requests are coming out so slow...I always start writing the beginning of every request and then slowly work on everything all at once and then put it out all at once....So I Apologize-

Anywayyy, enjoy!!

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

-Phantom Realm Reaction: Ashlynn is both impressed and a little scared of the reader’s sheer efficiency and wildness in the Phantom Realm. She’s fiercely protective of them, but seeing the reader tear through phantoms like a seasoned warrior makes her both awe-struck and desperate to keep up.

-Real World Reaction: In the real world, Ashlynn is always worried about the reader’s exhaustion, constantly asking if they’re okay or if they need rest. Despite her concerns, she loves the reader’s chill and laid-back vibe, often seeking their company just to relax in silence.

- Yandere Tendencies: Ashlynn is obsessed with keeping the reader safe, despite knowing how capable they are. She admires their skill in the Phantom Realm but wants to protect them in the real world where she feels more in control.

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Tyler:

-Phantom Realm Reaction: Tyler is more amused than angry/nervous whenever he gets to watch the reader in action. Their crazed laughter, the way they slice through phantoms with wild abandon—Tyler feeds off their chao and it only strengthens his obsession with them. He’s mesmerized by their raw power and skill.

- Real World Reaction: In the real world, Tyler is always trying to relax the reader, constantly dragging them into quieter areas to "Make them rest.” He’s also extremely protective and possessive, especially when others notice how cool and calm the reader is. To Tyler, their chill attitude is part of what makes them so irresistible.

-Yandere Tendencies: Tyler thrives on the thrill of the Phantom Realm, often wanting to fight alongside the reader, but also to make sure they don't get hurt He’s fiercely possessive, seeing the reader as his equal and his partner in chaos, but in the real world, he becomes overprotective, feeling the need to guard them when they’re vulnerable or tired.

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Taylor:

- Phantom Realm Reaction: Taylor is terrified yet captivated by the reader’s bloodlust in the Phantom Realm. She clings to them, desperate to feel protected by their strength. Her yandere tendencies spike whenever she witnesses their raw power, making her obsessive desire to be by their side more intense.

-Real World Reaction: In the real world, Taylor’s concern is more about making sure the reader doesn’t push themselves too hard. She likes the reader’s calm, tired demeanor because it makes them seem more approachable and less dangerous—but she’s always there to hover and “help” them even when they don’t need it.

-Yandere Tendencies: Taylor is clingy and desperate to keep the reader close, both in and out of the Phantom Realm. While she’s terrified of their ruthless side, it also fuels her obsession, making her want to protect them in the real world where they seem more vulnerable and “normal.”

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Aiden:

Phantom Realm Reaction: Aiden is both excited and a little hyped up by the reader’s behavior in the Phantom Realm. While he loves the thrill of battle, seeing the reader go full ninja-mode on the phantoms both impresses and excites him. He’s always nearby, ready to jump in if needed, though he knows they don’t need him.

- Real World Reaction: Aiden loves the reader’s laid-back attitude in the real world. He often tries to make them laugh or engage in light-hearted activities to keep their energy up. At the same time, he becomes incredibly protective when they’re visibly tired, making sure no one else disturbs them.

-Yandere Tendencies: Aiden’s yandere tendencies surface when he sees the reader tired and vulnerable in the real world. He wants to be the one to care for them and bring some light into their life, but he also gets jealous when others take notice of their cool demeanor.

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Ben:

Phantom Realm Reaction: Ben watches the reader with quiet admiration in the Phantom Realm. He’s fascinated by their efficiency and ruthless skill but also unnerved by their crazed laughter. He’s more calculating, always observing the reader’s actions closely, and his obsession grows with every phantom they take down.

- Real World Reaction: Ben is more concerned with understanding why the reader is crazed like they are in the Phantom Realm. He likes their calm, almost distant personality, as it gives him more control in their interactions. He’ll often stay close by, not saying much, but always watching over them like a silent guardian.

- Yandere Tendencies: Ben’s yandere tendencies revolve around his need for control. He prefers the reader’s quiet, tired demeanor in the real world because it makes them seem more manageable. However, he is secretly obsessed with the power they display in the Phantom Realm and wants to ensure no one else can share that connection with them.

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Logan:

- Phantom Realm Reaction: Logan is silently in awe of the reader’s prowess in the Phantom Realm. He watches them with quiet fascination as they cut down phantoms, their crazed laughter both disturbing and impressive. Logan sees their strength as something to admire, though it fuels his desire to shield them when they’re not in battle.

- Real World Reaction: In the real world, Logan often tries to get the reader to rest, offering quiet moments together where they can simply chill. He enjoys their calm and tired demeanor, finding it soothing to be around someone who isn’t constantly demanding his energy.

- Yandere Tendencies: Logan's protectiveness manifests more in the real world, where he worries about the reader’s fatigue. He craves the idea of being their rock, the one they can rely on when they’re tired, and his obsession grows from wanting to be the one who takes care of them when they’re not in “warrior mode.”

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Parents’ Reactions:

- Ashlynn’s parents: Ashlynn’s parents respect the reader’s strength in the Phantom Realm, seeing them as a warrior. In the real world, they keep a close eye on them, often pulling them aside to make sure they’re okay, especially since Ashlynn is so obsessed with them. The dad focusing on helping them with any fighting they want to practice while the mom checks on them and their health.

- Twins Dad: The twin’s dad is more fearful of the reader’s behavior in the Phantom Realm. He constantly expresses concern and tries to dissuade them from returning to such a dangerous place. In the real world, he’s more at ease with their laid-back attitude, preferring this side of the reader.

- Aiden’s + Bens 'parents': Their dad silently admires the reader’s abilities in the Phantom Realm, though he finds their love for killing phantoms disturbing. In the real world, he tries to help Aiden care for the reader, often offering advice or support to ensure they’re well-rested.

Their mom is more focused on keeping the reader safe. She is deeply concerned about the risks the reader takes in the Phantom Realm and prefer the calm, chill version of them in the real world. She will try to encourage healthier ways of dealing with their exhaustion.

Logan’s Parents: Logan’s parents are wary of the reader, seeing their Phantom Realm behavior as too extreme. In the real world, they notice Logan’s obsession with them and try to subtly distance him from the reader, fearing their influence on him.

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The reader gripped their machetes tightly, their body moving with precision and speed as they tore through the wave of phantoms like a machine. Each strike was calculated, yet the crazed grin on their face and the eerie laughter that bubbled from their lips showed a side of them that no one in the real world ever saw. Phantom limbs scattered across the ground as their laughter echoed through the dark, twisted landscape.

"Another one down," they muttered, breathless but exhilarated.

Back in the real world, the reader slumped against the wall of the school, their eyes heavy with exhaustion. Aiden sat beside them, handing them a bottle of water.

"You really should take it easy in there," Aiden said softly, watching as the reader took a slow sip, their eyes half-lidded with fatigue.

"Too fun," they replied with a small smirk, though their voice was quiet, almost bored.

I'm baaaacckkk-

Okay, I am very sorry for such a long absence.

I went through quite a bit after January and it stunted alot of my time and motivation. I went through some tough family situations, a breakup and some other job related complications. I apologize to everyone who sent in any requests but I am starting fresh.

Inbox is officially OPEN to take requests!!

I will be updating the Misunderstood by Society story more seeing as an author reached out and offered help for me to write it! I plan on making it a real book and will have to change Konig's name but it wont change when posted on here!

I also want to greatly thank everyone for the likes and reposts I've been getting and all the support you have given!

I am SO glad to be back and hopefully I can keep my motivation this time!

Oh my Love

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Domestic shorts with the boys on Christmas Eve

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Sylus

The Onychinus leader rarely indulged in domesticity, but tonight was different. His usually sharp demeanor softened as he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, assisting you with a clumsy attempt at baking cookies.

“Sylus,” you teased, smirking as he managed to get flour on his face. “You’re supposed to mix it, not attack it.”

His amber eyes narrowed playfully. “If your instructions weren’t as vague as your bedtime stories, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

You chuckled, stepping closer to wipe the flour off his cheek. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “I’m not much for holidays,” he murmured, his voice low. “But if they’re with you…” His lips ghosted over yours, making your heart flutter.

Later, you sat in front of a modest tree, wrapped in his arms as the fire crackled. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on your skin, and for once, the galaxy’s troubles felt light-years away.

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Xavier

Xavier's refined taste transformed your living room into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights, elegant garlands, and the perfect tree stood as his handiwork. “It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring his work.

“It pales in comparison to you,” Xavier replied, his silver hair catching the soft glow of the lights. He handed you a mug of hot cocoa and guided you to the couch.

You spent the evening wrapped in his arms, his soothing voice reading a classic Christmas story as snow fell outside. Every word felt like a melody, his love evident in every glance he gave you.

When the story ended, he tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, his smile as soft as the snowfall.

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Rafayel

Rafayel’s laugh echoed through the cabin as you threw another snowball his way. “You think you can take me down?” he teased, dodging with ease.

“Maybe!” you shot back, managing to land a hit on his chest. He feigned hurt, clutching his heart dramatically before rushing toward you.

Before you could escape, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you in a circle. You squealed, laughing as he fell back into the snow with you in tow.

Lying beside each other, gazing at the stars, Rafayel brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You make even the coldest nights warm,” he murmured. His lips found yours, the kiss both playful and tender.

Later, back inside, you sipped mulled wine by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with him. The mischievous glint in his eyes softened into something deeper as he held you close.

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Zayne

Zayne was surprisingly skilled at decorating, meticulously placing ornaments on the tree. “You’re such a perfectionist,” you teased, watching as he adjusted a bow for the third time.

“Details matter,” he replied, smirking. “Besides, I want this to be perfect for you.”

Once the tree was finished, he dimmed the lights, letting the soft glow of the decorations take center stage. He pulled you to the couch, where a cozy blanket and a platter of your favorite snacks awaited.

You leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat as a holiday movie played in the background. “I never thought I’d enjoy something this... domestic,” he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple. “Merry Christmas, my heart,” he said, pulling you closer. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his love.

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Hello I'm here for yandere sbg could you make one with the reader having abandonment issues but is scared of getting attached due to others leaving her out in the past?

(btw if you don't want to do it's fine :) )

Afraid to Hold On

YANDERE gang x GN! Reader

Warnings: talks of trust, abandonment, attachment issues

This one hit close to home but I tried to not...write trauma....so...uh- I love you guys 🥺❤️

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You were a contradiction—one moment withdrawn, the next fiercely protective, but always keeping your distance. The gang had noticed. You kept them at arm’s length, not because you didn’t care, but because you cared too much. Too many times before, people had walked away, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your broken trust.

It was Logan who first caught on. The way you’d hesitate when someone got too close, how you deflected personal questions with a sarcastic quip or a forced laugh. But it wasn’t just him—Ashlynn, Aiden, Ben, Taylor, and even Tyler could see the signs.

They weren’t going to let you slip away, though.

-Reactions to your demeanor

- Ashlynn: She was the most patient of the group. Her sharp intuition picked up on your reluctance, and she made it her mission to create safe spaces for you. Ashlynn’s kindness was subtle—she’d invite you to sit next to her during group hangs or leave notes in your locker reminding you that you were important to them. When you recoiled, she only smiled softly and said, “I’m not going anywhere. No matter how far you run.”

- Aiden: He masked his protectiveness behind his usual goofy charm. But Tyler was far more attuned to your fears than he let on. He'd show up unannounced with little gestures: snacks he knew you liked, an extra hoodie when the weather turned, or random jokes to distract you. The more you pulled away, the more determined he became to be there. “You don’t have to talk,” he’d say, sitting beside you. “But I’m staying, whether you like it or not.”

- Tyler: He wasn’t as gentle about it. Tyler didn’t like seeing you hurt, even if it was from your own fears. He’d confront you directly, his voice a mixture of frustration and desperation. “Stop acting like you don’t need us!” he’d snap. “We’re here, and we’re not leaving. So stop pretending you’re fine when you’re not!”

- Ben: Quiet and observant, Ben took a different approach. He didn’t push you—he let his actions speak instead. If you sat alone, he’d silently sit beside you. If you looked lost, he’d steer you back without a word. And when you finally broke, crying in his arms about how everyone always left, he simply held you tighter and said, “I’m not them.”

- Logan: He didn’t fully understand your fears, but he hated seeing you hurt. Logan’s protectiveness often showed soft words to comfort you. "If you’re scared, that’s fine,” he told you once, leaning closer than you were used to. “Just don’t push me away. I’m stronger than that, and so are you.”

- Taylor: She was the most vocal about her feelings. “You think we’re like everyone else? That we’d just leave?” Taylor’s voice was raw, her frustration noticeable. “I don’t care how hard you try to push us away—we’re not letting go. Not now. Not ever.”

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The Rainstorm

The sound of rain against the window was calming, yet it did nothing to ease the storm inside you. You sat curled up on the edge of the old couch, your arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly into space.

“Y/N?” Logan's voice broke through the silence. The rest of the group hovered in the doorway, their expressions varying from concern to determination.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Ashlynn knelt beside you, her hand brushing against yours. “Talk to us,” she whispered. “I don’t know how,” you admitted, your voice cracking. “Every time I get close to someone, they leave. Why wouldn’t you?”

Tyler scoffed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Do we look like we’re going anywhere?”

“They all said that,” you shot back, tears spilling over. "And they weren’t us,” Aiden cut in, his voice fierce. “We’re not them, Y/N. Stop punishing yourself for other people’s mistakes.”

Slowly, you glanced at each of them. Their faces reflected the same unyielding determination, their presence a silent promise. “You don’t get it,” you whispered.

Logan crouched down, his soft gaze meeting yours. “Then make us get it. Let us in. We’re not leaving, no matter how hard you try to push us away.” The words hit something deep within you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself hope. You let yourself believe.

From that night on, things shifted. The gang didn’t just tolerate your fears—they embraced them. They became your shield, your anchor, your proof that not everyone leaves.

And slowly, you began to let yourself hold on.

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.