Christmas With Them

MASTERLIST FOR FANDOMS!!!

For a Moment:

Chap1

Homicipher:

School Bus Grave Yard:

General HC's for the Banner family

Reckless - Tyler x GN! Reader

Yandere SBG HC's

If the Yandere SBG gang lost you in the Phantom World

Yandere SBG gang x Abrasive! Reader

Poly SBG x Reader: Cooking and Mom jokes

Poly SBG x undercover singer reader

Poly SBG x Idol reader: Sasaeng attack

Showing up at their house during a storm

Reader sacrifices HERself in Phantom World

Yandere SBG kissing prefrences!

Phantom Slaying reader reactions

Yandere SBG Jealousy

Yandere SBG Cuddle/Sleeping with them

Yandere SBG with S/o who gets hit on

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

Yandere SBG x Male touch starved "Tough Guy" reader

Yandere SBG: They Belong to US!

Terrifyer reader x Yandere SBG

Warm hands, Soft touches

"Your practically naked!"

"On her bloodstained lips"

"Afraid to hold on"

"Shadowed Blood"

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

Unbreakable Sunshine

The Four of Them:

Boxer reader! x Johnny, Gaby, Martina, Mariel

Boxer reader! First loss reactions

The Cursed Princess Club:

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

Syrah using her curse to help!

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

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

Love and Deep Space:

Oh my Love (Christmas Eve)

TMNT:

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

2018:

Surge of Emotions

In the Quiet

Snowball fights

Bayverse:

2012:

He was first, but his brother was better

Fatherly Advice

"Central Park Lullaby" (Child reader)

2007:

The Aggressive Type

One for the banter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Christmas Hc's

Angel Dust:

Pink Pony Club

Call of Duty:

~Ghost:

In pain there's peace

~Konig:

MISUNDERSTOOD BY SOCIETY

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

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

Sonic Prime:

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher:

Larry Johnson:

Larry, Talk...

Danganronpa:

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Ragatha:

Spin me!

Kinger:

Pomni:

Jax:

Gangle:

Zooble:

Caine:

Gummygoo:

Murder Drones

V:

Affection HC's

N:

Uzi:

Cyn:

Cedric Shorts<3

Late Night Latte

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

Oh wow Yeah...that's accurate.... anywayyyy thank you @xenniboii for the tag♡♡♡♡♡

@chaoticspeedrun @omega-e123 @dancingdonatello

Thanks for the tag @thelastplantagenet 😊💚

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

feel free to play if you’d like :)

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 @with-the-words-all-wrong

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.

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

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

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

For a Moment

Chapter 1: A Night to Remember

Dawn's POV

The hum of voices and clinking glasses filled the restaurant, a small, cozy place I’d practically grown up in thanks to Tommy. Tonight, though, felt different. There was a buzz in the air, an energy I couldn’t quite explain.

I leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching my brother like a hawk as he chatted with a couple of his bandmates. “So, what’s the deal with this guy?” I asked, nudging Tommy’s arm.

“Relax, Dawn. Frankie’s got pipes, trust me,” Tommy replied with a smirk, not even glancing my way.

“That’s what you said about the last guy, and he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Tommy finally turned to look at me, his smirk shifting into something closer to annoyance. “You’ll see. Just… stick around, alright?”

I huffed, but curiosity got the better of me, so I stayed put, nursing a soda and watching as Tommy waved Frankie over.

When Frankie stepped up to the stage, the crowd quieted. He was smaller than I expected, with this boyish charm that made him seem almost out of place among the seasoned musicians Tommy usually ran with. But there was something about the way he carried himself—nervous but confident, like he had a secret he was dying to share.

Tommy grabbed the mic first, his grin wide and easy. “Alright, folks, we got a treat for ya tonight. Frankie here’s gonna show ya what he’s got!”

The crowd clapped politely, and I could see Frankie shift on his feet, adjusting the mic stand. Then he started singing.

“I can't give you anything but love, baby…”

The room transformed. His voice wasn’t just good—it was *magical*. Smooth, velvety, with a touch of vulnerability that made you lean in, made you *want* to listen.

I watched as the women in the crowd melted—leaning forward, whispering to each other, their eyes sparkling. But while they fell in love with Frankie Valli, the heartthrob, I was drawn to something deeper. The way he sang felt personal, like he was sharing a piece of himself with everyone in the room.

I found myself gripping the edge of my seat, hanging on every note.

"Alright so the kid can sing,” I muttered, not tearing my eyes away from the stage.

By the time Frankie hit the last note, the room erupted in applause. He ducked his head, a shy smile on his face, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of admiration.

Tommy leaned closer, a sly grin playing on his lips. “What’d I tell ya, huh? Kid’s gonna be a star.”

I didn’t answer. I was too busy watching Frankie step off the stage with his shy smile, already wondering how someone so small could fill a room like that.

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Now, of course, the usual problem came up with the crashed car in the jewlery shop with a giant safe came along and Frankie got blamed.

But he was loyal to Tommy, holding his own until that court date that landed Tommy 6 months in jail.

Now, Tommy being in jail wasn’t exactly new territory, but this time it felt different. Six months was a long time, even for him. And while I could’ve used the break from his constant scheming, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was counting on me to keep an eye on Frankie.

Frankie was good—too good to waste his time sneaking around town, crooning to impress every girl who batted her lashes at him. He had potential, but if he didn’t take himself seriously, he was going to get nowhere fast.

I spotted him one afternoon, leaning against the side of a diner, serenading a small group of girls with that same song he’d sung at the restaurant. “I Can’t Give You Anything but Love.” It was sweet, sure, but I could see right through him—the way he tilted his head just so, smiling at their giggles. He was eating it up.

“Seriously, Frankie?” I called, crossing my arms as I walked up to him.

The girls looked at me like I’d interrupted the second coming, but Frankie just grinned, finishing the last note before lowering his voice. “Hey, Dawn. What’s the matter? Jealous?”

“Jealous of what? A guy who’s got a fan club but no direction? Please.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched, betraying the smallest smile.

“Direction?” He scoffed, tucking his hands into his pockets. “You sound like my old teacher.”

“Yeah, well, she was probably right,” I shot back. “If you keep wasting your time with these sidewalk performances, you’re never going to get anywhere.”

The girls murmured their disapproval, but Frankie waved them off. “Go on, girls. We’ll pick this up later.”

Once we were alone, he turned to me, his grin softening into something closer to curiosity. “You really think I’m wasting my time?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “You’ve got talent, Frankie. Real talent. But if you don’t take it seriously, no one else will.”

“Alright,” he said, tilting his head playfully. “What do you suggest, Coach?”

I ignored the sarcasm and straightened my posture. “First of all, stop singing the same song to every girl who’ll listen. Show some range. Second, work on your stage presence. You’ve got a good voice, but you fidget like you’re afraid someone’s going to throw a tomato at you.”

“Tomatoes, huh?” His lips quirked, and he leaned closer, his tone teasing. “What, you gonna start chucking them if I mess up?”

I gave him a light shove, unable to hold back a laugh. “Maybe I will, if it gets you to focus.”

From that day on, we had this strange rhythm. Whenever we crossed paths—at the diner, the grocery store, even on the street—he’d have some new line, half flirty, half sassy, and I’d throw it right back at him.

“Dawn,” he’d call out one afternoon, his hands cupped around his mouth. “Wanna hear a new one? I’ve been practicing.”

“Not if it’s another love song,” I’d reply, pretending to groan.

“It’s jazz!” he’d counter, flashing that boyish grin that somehow made it hard to stay mad.

Frankie had a way of getting under my skin, but I couldn’t deny he was improving. Little by little, his voice grew stronger, his confidence steadier. And while I still wanted to strangle him every time he flirted his way through a practice session, I couldn’t help but feel proud.

Tommy might’ve been the one who brought him into the fold, but I was the one keeping him on track. For now, at least.

After Nick landed himself in jail after Frankie's little rendezvous with a lady in a church, that left me to carry the boys heavy work until Tommy came home.

Frankie and I had already spent a bit of time together...not bonding though. It was more like teaching and slightly insulting him to step it up.

When Tommy came home though, I was off the hook and back into sidelines... Watching the miss Mary Delgado find a special spot in Frankie's heart.

Update:

My masterlist is missing, please give it a few days until I can fix it 😭

*feral Writer screaming in the backround*

Can someone please tell me if they see the masterlist and rules at the top of my page?? ...to me, it looks like it's missing-

I really don't wanna rewrite that whole masterlist again 😭

Hi am I so excited to ask and request my first time asking you! I read some of you're stories and found them great! Especially the yandere SBG cast x reader ones those are the best!

OK YAY so here : reader is always in layers in summer I mean layers after layers not dropping a single sweat over and over untill it comes to winter and that girl is wearing shorts a sleeveless shirt ankle socks and sandals and girl is sweating shes like that one kid that's where shorts in the freezing cold even when it's snowing😨😔 and the group is flabbergasted

That's all I got 🥲 sadly

Can't wait till you replay send me a message if you can't do or you're on break (ﾉ´∀｀*)

Srry if disturbed!

Take care of yourself too!

"Your practically naked!!"

Poly! SBG Gang x Fem! Reader

Hrgagahda this was actually kinda funny to write

Sorry im taking forever :')

-Writer Icy<3

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The gang had always been curious about your peculiar fashion choices, but they chalked it up to one of your many quirks. Summer days would roll around, the blazing sun practically melting everyone else into puddles, and there you were—wrapped in layers like you were preparing for an Arctic expedition. A hoodie, a jacket over that, and sometimes even a scarf. You never looked uncomfortable, never broke a sweat, and barely seemed to notice the heat.

"You’re not… hot?" Ashlynn asked once, sweat dripping down her face as she stared at you incredulously during one particularly scorching afternoon. "Not at all," you replied simply, sipping on an iced drink as if that was enough to balance your sweltering outfit. The others exchanged glances, baffled but too distracted by their own discomfort to press further.

Then winter came, and you flipped the script in the most bizarre way imaginable.

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It was the first snowfall of the year. The gang had bundled up, wearing thick coats, scarves, and gloves as they met up near the school bus graveyard. They were shivering despite the layers, steam puffing from their mouths with every breath.

And then you showed up.

“WHAT are you wearing?!” Taylor practically screeched, staring at you like you’d lost your mind. You stood there in shorts, a sleeveless shirt, ankle socks, and sandals, looking as if it were just another mild summer day. Except for the faint sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Is… is she sweating?" Ben asked, pointing in disbelief. "She’s sweating!" Tyler confirmed, his tone filled with shock. "It’s below freezing, and she’s SWEATING!"

You wiped at your forehead casually, unfazed by the snow collecting on your shoulders. “Yeah, it’s a little warm today.”

"A little warm?" Ashlynn asked, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. "We’re in the middle of a snowstorm!"

Tyler folded his arms, squinting at you. "You were wearing a hoodie and two jackets in July, and now you’re practically naked in December. Explain yourself."

"I dunno," you said with a shrug, shivering slightly but brushing it off. "I just feel more comfortable this way. Summer’s too cold, and winter’s too hot." The group was silent for a moment, their brains struggling to process your logic—or lack thereof.

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From that day on, you became an ongoing mystery to them. Logan tried to lecture you about proper attire for the weather, but you always brushed him off with a breezy, "I’m fine." Aiden attempted to sneak extra layers into your bag, but you never used them.

Taylor even offered to buy you some stylish winter gear, but you just smiled and said, "Nah, I don’t need it."

The gang eventually gave up on trying to change your ways, though they never stopped complaining or worrying every time you showed up to the bus graveyard in a snowstorm wearing the absolute minimum.

Whenever any of them asked about your clothing vs. temperature issue, you just gave a sly grin, tugging at your sleeveless shirt as the snow continued to fall.

I screamed, i was not expecting to get reblogged- Take your time!!!!

Im calling you out-

@chaoticspeedrun, as a follower (And Turtle lover) You and your art give me flustered panics. My co-writer Grem will also love your page- That is all, thank you<3

-Writer Icy<3

dangan req: Leon with an ultimate chocolatier reader! (Platonic Kork romantic is up to you)

Leon Kuwata x Ultimate Chocolatier Reader

Danganronpa 1 :Leon Kuwata

My first thought was the inanse amount of times I watched TImothee Chalamate's Wonka and laughed because hes so silly...ANYWAY-

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-When Leon finds out you’re the Ultimate Chocolatier, he’s initially blown away. “Wait, chocolate? Like, you’re the best at making chocolate? That’s freakin’ awesome!”

--He’d probably joke about you making a chocolate baseball for him to crush in a home run but would quickly pivot to begging you for samples.

-The first time you offer him one of your creations, he’s genuinely floored by the taste. "Dude, this is insane! It’s, like, better than anything I’ve ever bought! You’re crazy talented!"

--He'd be shameless in his praise, boasting to the others about how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have someone so skilled.

-Leon’s sweet tooth would make him your #1 fan—and your worst taste tester. He’d be overly enthusiastic, often scarfing down your work before you even have a chance to finish decorating or perfecting it. “Hey, it’s not my fault it smells so good! That’s on you!”

--Despite his carefree attitude, Leon would deeply respect your dedication to your craft. If he caught you overworking yourself, he’d get serious for a moment. "Hey, don’t push yourself too hard, okay? You’re amazing, but even pros need to take breaks...Sooo any new candies you got for me to try?"

-In quieter moments, Leon would express his admiration in a more heartfelt way. "You know, I always thought I was passionate about my music and baseball, but watching you work... it’s something else. You’re incredible, and I’m glad I get to see that up close."

--Leon would also try to involve your talents in his music career. “What if we sell some of your chocolates at my concerts? It’d be, like, the sweetest merch ever—pun totally intended.”

-Though his ideas might be a little wild, his excitement about your talent would always be sincere. He’d love hyping you up and seeing you shine, even if it meant getting a sugar high from all the chocolate you’d let him sample.

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

ScREAMINGCRYINGTHROWINGUP

IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED- Might start writing for the boys...and Rouge- but we'll seeeee♡