Misunderstood By Society (6)

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

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

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

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

-Writer Icy<3

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

Ashlynn:

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

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

Tyler:

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

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

Taylor:

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

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

Aiden:

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

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

Ben:

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

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

Logan:

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

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

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

Hello me again! So it's a bit uncomfortable for me to say this since this is my second time asking🫣

Can you do a yandere sbg x reader kissing or make out if it's fine? it's fine if you don't wanna do it I don't mind at all and take you're time that's all bye! (Love you're yandere sbg stories! ♥(ﾉ´∀`)

-by iluvoptimus!

Yandere SBG Kissing Preferences:

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

Warnings: A little steamy on Tyler's, Ashlynn's and Aiden's parts!

Hiyaaa! I'm so glad you felt okay enough to request, I promise there was no problem with this ask and I was okay writing it!! Im glad you enjoy my writing and I am so so sorry it took me so long to get this out to you!! I hope you enjoy!! :)

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Preference: Ashlynn prefers soft, lingering kisses. She enjoys savoring the moment and making sure the reader knows how deeply she cares for them.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ashlynn loves kissing the reader’s forehead or cheek, often as a gentle reassurance of her affection. She’ll kiss their lips when she wants to be more intimate, but it’s always slow and tender.

- Public or Private: Ashlynn prefers private moments for kissing. She finds public displays of affection a bit too vulnerable but will sneak a quick peck if she’s feeling jealous or protective.

Ashlynn cupped the reader’s face gently, her fingers brushing against their skin as she leaned in. The rain outside pattered against the window, but inside the room of , everything felt warm and still. "You’re mine," she whispered softly, her lips ghosting over the reader’s cheek before pressing a slow, tender kiss to their lips. She savored the moment, letting her kiss linger as if it was a silent promise that she would never let them go. "No one will ever take you from me." She whispered as her cold fingertips brushed under your shirt, holding your waist tightly as you felt your back bump against the counter. A hand traveled to the back of your head but the kiss stayed gentle, loving, passionate as she held you closer, something so sweet ignited in your stomach and into your heart. Her eyes said it all when she pulled away and smiled.

Tyler:

- Preference: Tyler is intense, and his kisses reflect that. He likes deep, passionate kisses that feel all-consuming, as if he’s trying to show the reader how much they mean to him in every single kiss.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He loves kissing the reader on the lips, but he also likes trailing kisses along their neck and collarbone, where he can feel their pulse and the warmth of their skin.

- Public or Private: Tyler doesn’t care about privacy when it comes to kissing. If he feels like showing his affection, he’ll do it wherever—especially if someone else is watching. It’s his way of staking his claim.

Tyler’s hand gripped the reader’s wrist tightly as he pulled them into a secluded corner of the school. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark with possessiveness. "You have no idea how much I need you," he muttered before crashing his lips against theirs. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if he needed to remind them who they belonged to. His hands slid up to cup the back of their neck, pulling them closer. Oh how your heart flooded and stomach pooled with that familiar feeling. He was tense, warm, everything felt warm. When he finally pulled away, he pressed a quick kiss to the reader’s jawline. "No one else gets to have this—just me." You nod, head fuzzy as you drifted from his eyes to his lips, pressing yours against his once more, the room growing warmer.

Taylor:

- Preference: Taylor is unpredictable in her kissing style. Sometimes, she’s gentle and affectionate, and other times, her kisses are more excited or hyper/urgent, as if she’s scared the reader might slip away from her.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: She enjoys kissing the reader’s lips but also likes kissing the back of their hand or wrist, as it feels intimate and a little old-fashioned. When she’s feeling particularly emotional, she’ll kiss the reader’s forehead.

- Public or Private: Taylor prefers private moments but doesn’t mind giving quick kisses in public if she’s feeling insecure or possessive.

Taylor sat beside the reader on her bed, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on their arm. "You won’t leave me, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before the reader could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against theirs. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, her need for reassurance evident in the way her hands tightened around their shoulders. When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against theirs, a soft smile on her lips. "I’ll never let you go."

Aiden:

- Preference: Even though Aiden has a more hyper or excited attitude about him I believe he is slow and deliberate when it comes to kissing. He likes to take his time, savoring every second as if it’s the last. His kisses are filled with emotion, always seeking a connection beyond the physical.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He prefers kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys kissing their temples or the top of their head. It’s his way of showing protection and care.

- Public or Private: Aiden doesnt really mind if its private or public moments. He finds public displays of affection to be a little too much sometimes though and would rather have those intimate moments when it’s just the two of them. But he would definitely kiss them in public if he needed to make it clear they were his and his only.

Aiden stood with the reader in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft glow from the outside streetlights casting shadows across the room. He gently brushed a strand of hair from their face, his touch lingering. "You don’t realize how much I care about you, do you?" he whispered before leaning in, his lips meeting theirs in a slow, tender kiss. He kissed them like he was memorizing every second, savoring the warmth and softness. Picking you up softly and carying you to the couch before laying across you, he continued his gentle way of love. His kisses soft but with more pressure as your heart rate picked up. His hands caged your head as yours slid from his shoulder and down to his abs. 'When did he get so built..' You thought before wrapping your free hand around his neck, pulling him down more as the kiss deepened. When he pulled back, he kissed their forehead gently, resting his chin on top of their head. "You’re all Mine."

Ben:

- Preference: Ben is quiet and reserved, but his kisses are surprisingly intense. He prefers slow, deliberate kisses that communicate how deeply he feels. He doesn’t kiss often, but when he does, it’s full of emotion.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ben likes kissing the reader on the lips, but when he’s feeling particularly protective or possessive, he’ll kiss their neck or the side of their head.

- Public or Private: Ben definitely prefers private moments for kissing. He doesn’t like showing his emotions in public, but behind closed doors, he’s more willing to express his feelings.

Nen sat beside the reader in the quiet darkness of his room. The only sound was the soft hum of the rain outside, tapping against the window. Without a word, he reached out, his hand brushing against the reader’s cheek. He leaned in slowly, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to their lips. It was soft but intense, filled with everything he couldn’t say out loud. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against theirs, his eyes closed. "You belong with me," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Logan:

- Preference: Logan’s kisses are sweet and full of warmth. He’s gentle, always checking to make sure the reader is comfortable. His kisses are filled with love and affection, with a playful undertone at times.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Logan loves kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys peppering kisses on their cheeks and nose, especially when he’s feeling playful or trying to cheer them up.

- Public or Private: Logan prefers private kisses but isn’t opposed to giving the reader a quick peck in public, especially when he’s feeling protective or jealous.

Logan grinned at the reader as they sat together on the grass in the schoolyard. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow around them. He leaned in close, his lips brushing softly against theirs. His kiss was gentle, full of affection, but he couldn’t resist adding a playful nibble at the end. When he pulled back, he peppered kisses across their cheeks, making the reader giggle. "I love seeing you smile," he said with a soft laugh, kissing the tip of their nose before pulling them into a tight hug.

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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Misunderstood By Society (5)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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I let the conversation flow, keeping it light, keeping it human. I talked about small things—books I had read, places I had visited, even the weather outside, though König probably hadn’t seen the sky in a long time.

He responded in sharp, clipped sentences, his tone always edged with something cold. His words were blunt, sometimes outright rude, but I didn’t react. If he was trying to push me away, he’d have to try harder than that.

It wasn’t until I noticed the subtle shift—the absence of Jacobs’ shadow behind the mirror, the guards no longer lingering—that I finally steered the conversation where I needed it to go. His treatment.

“König,” I said evenly. “Tell me about what they do to you.”

His entire posture changed.

His fingers twitched. His shoulders tensed. His breath came out just a little harsher. I saw it coming before it happened. His aggression flared like a match striking against stone.

*“You think I want to talk about that?”* His voice was sharp, rising in volume. His heavy boots scraped against the floor as he shifted, his entire body coiled with pent-up frustration.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. He wanted a reaction. I refused to give him one.

I stayed still, my hands resting loosely in my lap, my breathing slow and even. “I think you don’t have to,” I murmured. “But I also think you want someone to listen.”

His fists clenched. His chest heaved. He was fighting something—himself.

For a moment, I thought he would snap. That he would grab the table, flip it, storm off, yell, something.

I spoke again. Soft. Steady. Grounding.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me, König.”

Something in him stilled. His breathing slowed. His fists loosened.

Then, as if something inside him finally caved in, he sank to the floor in front of me, his massive frame hunched, his head slightly bowed.

I let the silence settle before speaking again.

“Things are going to be different now.”

König let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Different?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t Jacobs. I wasn’t the guards. I wasn’t here to break him—I was here to help.

He scoffed but said nothing. I took that as an opportunity. “Tell me how they treat you.”

He was silent for a long time. Then—

“They taunt me,” he muttered. “Mock me. They force me. Hit me. Tase me.” His breathing grew uneven. “They cage me like an animal....Im not an animal- Im not supposed to be here! I need to be out. They need to let me out!"

My heart clenched. But my face remained neutral. His anger rose but I chose to refrain from engaging.

I had suspected something was wrong, but hearing it from him made it worse.

He had been fighting back because he had to. Because the people meant to help him had become the very thing he needed to be protected from. I met his gaze. “That won’t happen anymore.”

He let out another low, bitter laugh. “And why should I believe that?”

“Because I’m going to be here more than Jacobs now,” I said simply. “And because I won’t force you to take medication you’re not supposed to.”

That made him pause.

I leaned forward slightly. “I don’t believe in unnecessary pills. I believe in natural medicine. Things that actually help rather than subdue.” König didn’t speak, but I could tell he was listening.

“You’ve been given drugs to control you, not to help you,” I continued. “I don’t want you drugged into obedience. I want to figure out what actually works for you." A long silence stretched between us.

Then, finally, König shifted. His fingers flexed slightly, like he was mulling something over. “…We will see,” he murmured, voice quieter now.

It wasn’t trust.

Not yet.

But it was something.

A start.

Spin Me!

Ragatha x Fem!Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus is infecting me. I've got a Kinger and Ragatha plus....I just ordered Jax...

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It started as a random, impulsive thing.

One day, while wandering around the circus grounds, Y/n spotted Ragatha standing idly, lost in thought. Without even thinking, Y/n ran up, grabbed her hands, and spun her in a quick, twirling motion before stepping back and acting as if nothing had happened.

Ragatha had barely processed what just occurred, her head still spinning slightly as she blinked at Y/n, who simply stood there, hands on her hips, pretending like she hadn’t just twirled her around out of nowhere.

“Did you just—”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Y/n said casually, looking off to the side.

Ragatha stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say, Dee.”

But then it kept happening.

Every so often, Y/n would randomly find Ragatha, grab her hands, and spin her around—sometimes with a playful grin, sometimes without a single word—before standing there like nothing happened. Ragatha started expecting it, bracing herself for the inevitable twirl every time Y/n got that mischievous glint in her button eyes.

It became their thing, a little habit that Ragatha secretly loved.

So, when a day passed and Y/n didn’t do it, Ragatha immediately noticed.

They were walking together near the main tent when Ragatha suddenly stopped and turned to Y/n, hands on her hips. “Okay, what gives?”

Y/n blinked, confused. “Huh?”

“You didn’t spin me today.” Ragatha narrowed her eyes. “Are you sick? Are you broken? Did Jax mess with you?”

Y/n snorted, crossing her arms. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Yes,” Ragatha said seriously. “It’s tradition now. If you don’t spin me at least once a day, I start questioning reality more than usual.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re the one who started this,” Ragatha pointed out, smirking. “So? What’s the deal?”

Y/n hesitated before rubbing the back of her neck. “I dunno. Just figured I’d give you a break.”

Ragatha gasped dramatically. “I don’t want a break! Spin me, coward!”

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes before finally grabbing Ragatha’s hands and spinning her around. Ragatha let out a happy little giggle as she twirled, her dress swishing slightly before Y/n steadied her.

“Happy now?” Y/n teased.

Ragatha grinned. “Very.”

And from that day on, Y/n never skipped a spin again.

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."

Hi! I was wondering if your request were open?

Yep!!! I'm ready to answer any asks so don't be afraid!!!

Me writing out the angst for Donatello I’m posting tomorrow ಥ_ಥ

I FEEL SO MEAN (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

-writer Grem

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

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.