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BWAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

I'm 19 now....that's weird BUT YAAAAAYYYYY.

Anyway, I'll be updating later!!

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!

It's cold!!

Donnie and Leo x GN reader

Heheh cute shit I love Christmas

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A Snowy Retreat

It was one of those rare days when the city felt serene instead of chaotic. Snow blanketed New York, softening the harsh angles of rooftops and muffling the usual cacophony of life. Leonardo, leader in blue, stood atop a building alongside his partner, gazing at the cityscape as snowflakes spiraled down lazily.

"You know," they said, breaking the silence, "it’s kind of magical up here."

Leo smiled. "Yeah, it’s peaceful. Makes you forget all the craziness for a bit."

They turned to him with a mischievous glint in their eye. "Too peaceful."

Before Leo could react, a snowball smacked him square in the chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, brushing off the snow.

Their laughter echoed through the snowy silence. "You looked too calm. Had to fix that."

A smirk spread across Leo’s face as he crouched to gather snow. "Oh, it’s on now."

The fight began with a flurry of snowballs flying back and forth, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Leo’s ninja reflexes gave him an edge, but his partner’s determination leveled the playing field. He slid behind a chimney for cover as they pelted him with an impressive barrage of snowballs.

"You’re good," he admitted, peeking out to return fire.

"I’m better," they teased, narrowly dodging his shot.

After what felt like an hour, both were breathless and soaked from the snow. His partner was shivering, their gloved hands fumbling as they tried to scoop up another snowball.

"Alright, truce," Leo called, dropping his handful of snow.

They stood up, shaking out their jacket. "Alriiigghhhttty. But only cuz I'm cold!"

Leo stepped closer, concern replacing his playful grin. "You should’ve said something sooner." Without waiting for a response, he shrugged off his scarf and draped it over their shoulders. "Come on, let’s head back to the lair. I’ll warm you up properly."

They didn’t argue as he led the way back, expertly navigating the rooftops despite the snow.

When they arrived at the lair, the warmth was immediate and comforting. The hum of Donnie’s gadgets, the faint sound of Mikey humming in the kitchen, Raph training, and the scent of Splinter’s incense made it feel like home.

"Sit," Leo instructed, motioning toward the couch. "I’ll grab some blankets."

They sank into the cushions as he disappeared briefly. When he returned, he was carrying an armful of thick blankets and handed them a steaming mug of hot cocoa.

"You planned this, didn’t you?" they teased, taking a sip.

Leo grinned as he sat beside them, draping a blanket over the two of them. "I always have a plan."

They leaned against him, sighing contentedly as the warmth seeped into their bones. "You know, you’re pretty good at this whole ‘taking care of me’ thing."

Leo’s arm wrapped around their shoulders, pulling them closer. "That’s because you’re my favorite snowball rival."

They laughed softly, letting the exhaustion from the cold slip away. "You’re lucky I let you win."

"Sure," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "But next time, I’m bringing reinforcements."

The sound of their laughter filled the lair, blending seamlessly with the comforting chaos of the turtles’ home.

A Chill in the Air

Snow dusted the rooftops of New York, creating a winter wonderland that felt oddly out of place in the city’s gritty backdrop. Donatello stood beside his partner, watching the snow fall silently under the glow of streetlights.

"It’s beautiful," they said softly, gazing out at the serene landscape.

Donnie nodded, his bo staff resting against his shoulder. "It is. But it’s also ridiculously inefficient. Snow impedes infrastructure, slows down transportation—"

"Donnie," they interrupted, turning to him with a grin, "can you ever just enjoy something without analyzing it?"

He tilted his head, lips quirking into a smirk. "Not really."

Their grin widened as they bent down to scoop up a handful of snow. "Maybe this will help."

Before he could compute the implications, a snowball splattered against his plastron. He looked down at the damp spot in mock offense. "Oh, so this is how we’re playing?"

"Obviously," they teased, already preparing another snowball.

Donnie adjusted his goggles and crouched down. "Alright, but don’t blame me if you regret this."

The fight began with flurries of snowballs arcing through the air. Donnie’s analytical mind turned the skirmish into a tactical exercise, calculating angles and wind speed to land his shots. His partner, however, relied on spontaneity and speed, often catching him off guard.

"Gotcha!" they cheered as a snowball hit him square on the shoulder.

Donnie wiped the snow off, shaking his head. "You’re infuriatingly good at this."

"Maybe you’re just bad," they teased, ducking behind a vent for cover.

He chuckled, lobbing another snowball their way. "Oh, you’re going to regret saying that."

But the cold was starting to seep into his hands and feet, and after a particularly well-aimed snowball smacked him in the face, Donnie called for a truce.

"Alright, alright! I concede!" he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

His partner stood up, grinning triumphantly. "Admit it—I’m the snowball champion."

"Fine," Donnie muttered, brushing snow off his goggles. "But only because my body temperature is lower than it should be."

They stepped closer, brushing snow off his shoulders. "Come on, let’s go back to the lair. I think you’ve earned some hot chocolate."

Donnie sighed dramatically. "Hot chocolate and maybe a blanket. Or two. Or three."

When they arrived back at the lair, Donnie immediately headed for the couch, shedding his gear as he flopped down with an exaggerated groan. His partner chuckled, grabbing a couple of blankets from the pile Donnie always kept handy for "emergency relaxation purposes."

They sat beside him, draping one blanket over both their laps and the other over his shoulders. Donnie let out a contented hum as he leaned into them, his cheek brushing against their shoulder.

"Much better," he murmured.

They smiled, wrapping an arm around him. "You’re such a baby about the cold."

"Excuse me," Donnie said, voice muffled by the blanket, "I’m a scientist, not a snow creature. This is not my natural environment."

They laughed softly, running their fingers through his snow-dampened mask tails. "Well, you’re in your natural environment now. Warm, cozy, and with me."

He turned his head to look at them, a small smile spreading across his face. "You make a compelling argument."

Donnie shifted closer, resting his head against their shoulder. They stayed like that, wrapped in warmth and quiet companionship, as the sounds of his brothers echoed faintly in the background.

"Next time," Donnie murmured, "we bring portable heaters to the snowball fight."

They laughed again, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Next time, maybe you just stay inside."

"Tempting," he muttered, already half-asleep. "Very tempting."

V affection HC'S

Serial Designation V x GN! Reader

Bc I love her<3

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- Whenever the group stops to rest, casually sits next to V, pull her close against your chest without a word. V grumbles at first but eventually relaxes, even resting her head on your shoulder.

- During battles, constantly keep an eye on V, and if V gets knocked down or injured, immediately fly to her, and pull her close as you checks for damage—ignoring V’s protests that she’s fine. It makes her feel so loved though she'll never admit it.

- During group flights, V will sometimes hover close to you, resting a hand on your lower back or shoulder as if to ensure your still there. V pretends to be annoyed but never actually moves away.

- V has developed a habit of ruffling your head or patting it affectionately, usually after V says something sarcastic or snarky. V’s wings twitch in irritation, but the faint flicker of her optics betrays what she says most of the time.

- When they camp out, V instinctively pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as they lie back-to-back or chest-to-back. If you try to move away, V just tightens her hold, muttering something about keeping you "safe.”

- Whenever V gets overly snarky or frustrated, you can shut her up by pulling her into an unexpected hug, holding her until V either melts into it or grumbles something about you being “too clingy.”

- When N or Uzi comment on their dynamic, V makes a show of pulling you into a one-armed hug, glaring and saying, “What? They're my favorite.” and she rolls her optics while you smile.

- If you get injured, V insists on being the one to help patch her up. She often lingers, brushing her claws along your arm or shoulder as she works, muttering, “You’re too reckless,” in a way that’s more affectionate than scolding.

- After tense moments or near-misses, you can quietly take V’s hand, and hold it for a few seconds before letting go, acting like it never happened. She takes it as a reassurance method

- After particularly rough fights, if you keep V close, holding her waist or shoulders while glaring at anyone who might pose a threat V pretends to be annoyed, but her wings droop slightly, normally hinting a subtle sign of relaxation.

- V is such a moody butt even though she loves every subtle affectionate thing you give. Like...lots of sass and attitude but she appreciates it even if she struggles to show it<3

WAIT WE CAN DO THIS NOW WITHOUT JUDGEMENT?!

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

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

Hi! Can I request where reader is like really pretty, that in public they get hit on by others, and while that happens yandere sbg cast is feeling jealous. How do you think it will end?

POLY! Yandere SBG x Reader who gets hit on in public often

The gang

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, agression, slight disturbance

Okay, sidenote- I firmly believe everyone is beautiful. The only way someone could be ugly is if they are rude, coldhearted and cruel. Attractiveness vary from looks to personality. BUT- with that being said, do nooottt call yourself ugly please<3 I love you silly gooses!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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When a yandere School Bus Graveyard gang is involved, jealousy and possessiveness are bound to escalate quickly, especially when someone dares to hit on the reader in public. Each member of the gang, fueled by their obsessive feelings for the reader, would react differently to protect their claim. But one thing remains consistent: no one messes with the reader without facing the consequences.

Scenario:

The reader is out with the gang, casually walking through the mall or hanging out at a park, enjoying the fresh air and freedom. But being as attractive as they are, it’s not long before a random person approaches them, clearly interested, offering a flirty comment or attempting to strike up a conversation. For a moment, the air around the gang grows tense. Their shared obsession with the reader makes them hyper-aware of any threat to their control, and the mere idea of someone else coveting what they believe is theirs sets them on edge.

Ashlynn:

Ashlynn immediately steps forward, blocking the flirty stranger from getting too close. Her smile is tight, her eyes dark with unspoken warning. “We were having a conversation,” she’d say with ice in her voice, as if daring the person to try something more. If they persist, Ashlynn won’t hesitate to step in closer, practically invading their space. Her jealousy is a quiet, burning thing, and though she won’t lash out physically in public, her words will be razor-sharp. “I suggest you back off before things get messy.”

She’ll then turn to the reader, her hand gently but possessively placed on their shoulder or arm. “Let’s go. You don’t need people like that bothering you.” It’s a command more than a suggestion, and the reader will feel the weight of Ashlynn’s jealousy as she keeps a close eye on them for the rest of the day.

Tyler:

Tyler is not subtle about his jealousy. The moment someone even glances at the reader with flirtatious intent, Tyler’s already fuming, stepping in between them and the reader like a protective barrier. He’s not afraid to get physical if necessary, his eyes narrowed in pure anger. “You got a problem?” he’d say, his voice low and dangerous, practically daring the person to say something. If they push their luck, Tyler won’t hold back, fists clenched, ready to escalate the situation to something violent.

Once the threat is gone, Tyler will turn to the reader, his possessiveness bubbling over as he pulls them close. “I hate when people try to mess with you like that,” he’d mutter, his hands gripping them just a little too tightly. He’d make sure to stay extra close to the reader for the rest of the day, glaring at anyone who so much as looks in their direction. Tyler’s jealousy turns into a need to always be near, as if being away from the reader even for a second might allow someone else to take them away.

Taylor:

Taylor’s jealousy manifests in a quieter but no less dangerous way. When someone hits on the reader, Taylor’s first instinct is to get the reader out of the situation quickly, pulling them aside or wrapping her arm around them protectively. She won’t even acknowledge the stranger, acting as if they don’t exist. Instead, she’ll focus solely on the reader, her voice soft but insistent. “Don’t pay attention to them. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.” Her jealousy is laced with anxiety, terrified that someone could steal the reader away from the gang.

After the encounter, Taylor will stick close to the reader, her possessive side creeping out more with every lingering glance from others. She’ll subtly remind the reader that they’re hers, tracing her fingers along the reader’s arm or holding their hand tightly, unwilling to let go. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” she’d whisper, her eyes dark with obsession. No one else could ever love the reader like she does, and she’ll make sure they never forget that.

Aiden:

Aiden’s jealousy is crazed and kind of hyper. The moment someone tries to flirt with the reader, Aiden’s face casts over with a grin, stepping closer to the reader, his arm wrapping around their waist possessively. He’ll stare down the stranger with an unnerving intensity with that crazed smile, his eyes practically daring them to say something else. If the person continues to flirt, Aiden will probably say something unnerving and strange to scare them off. “ Do you ever think when the hearse goes by, that you will be the next to die?”

Once the person is gone, Aiden will turn to the reader with a calm but possessive expression. “You don’t need people like that in your life. They don’t care about you like we do.” His jealousy simmers beneath the surface, and though he won’t lash out physically, his controlling nature will become more apparent. Aiden will stay closer to the reader, ensuring they don’t stray too far from the group and keeping a sharp eye on anyone else who dares to show interest in them.

 Ben:

Ben’s jealousy is a dangerous thing. He’ll immediately step in, towering over the stranger with an intimidating presence. “Back off,” he’d growl, his voice low and threatening. Ben doesn’t do well with competition, and the idea of someone else thinking they have a shot with the reader drives him into a possessive rage. He won’t hesitate to physically push the person away if they don’t take the hint, his protective instincts taking over completely.

Once the threat is gone, Ben will pull the reader into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around them as if he’s afraid they’ll disappear. His jealousy turns into a desperate need to protect and hover over the reader, and he’ll hold onto the them for the rest of the day, constantly reminding them that they belong with the gang, not anyone else.

Logan:

Logan’s reaction to someone flirting with the reader is cold and calculating. He’ll step forward, his gaze hard and unyielding as he silently positions himself between the reader and the stranger. Logan doesn’t need words to make his feelings known—his presence alone is enough to make most people back off. But if the person persists, Logan will speak in a low, dangerous voice. “You’re wasting your time. They’re not interested.”

Once the encounter is over, Logan will remain close to the reader, his possessiveness masked by his calm demeanor. He’ll subtly remind them that they belong to the gang, his hand resting on their back or shoulder as they continue their day. Logan’s jealousy is quiet but intense, and he’ll make sure the reader knows they’re never out of his sight. “You’re ours,” he’d murmur quietly, his voice soft but filled with an unspoken warning.

How It Ends:

The jealousy within the gang builds until it’s almost unbearable. They can’t stand the idea of someone else trying to take the reader away, and after the encounter, they’ll be even more possessive and controlling than usual. The gang will surround the reader, making it clear to everyone around them that the reader is theirs and theirs alone. Anyone who dares to show interest in the reader again won’t get a second chance—whether through intimidation, threats, or worse, the gang will make sure no one else comes near the reader.

In the end, the reader finds themselves even more tightly bound to the gang, their freedom slipping away as the gang’s obsession deepens. The reader belongs to them, and no one else will ever get the chance to take them away.

Update: I'm writing now for Sonic, Tails/Nine, Knuckles, Rouge, Silver and Shadow

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♡

ICYPOP WE NEED YOU 😰😔✊WHEN WE NEED YOU MOST YOU APPEAR AND WE NEED YOU 😔😰✊🥲😭

I SWEAR IM MOVING MY BUTT THE BEST I CAN😭😫

Bear with me, it's slowly coming together 🥹🫶

Hello! Can I request yandere sbg x reader were there cuddling with reader and there sleeping together. I just love your work there just to good to read.

Thank you:)

Yandere SBG x Reader Cuddling/Sleeping Together

Ashlynn, Aiden, Tyler, Taylor, Ben, Logan

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies

HEhe this was fluufy and cuuuttteee :3

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

Ashlynn always ensures that she’s the big spoon when cuddling with the reader. Wrapping her arms protectively around them, she pulls them tightly against her chest, almost as if she’s afraid they might slip away in the night. Her head rests gently against the back of the reader’s neck, her breath warm and soft against their skin. Ashlynn feels a deep sense of peace in these moments, knowing they’re safe and close, but underneath that tranquility, her possessive need to always be near the reader simmers quietly. The closer she holds them, the more she feels like she’s ensuring they’ll never leave her.

Even in her sleep, Ashlynn’s arms never loosen. If the reader shifts in their sleep, she instinctively tightens her grip, nuzzling her face into their hair or back as she murmurs soft, possessive whispers. “You’re mine… don’t ever go…” She sleeps lightly, constantly aware of the reader’s presence, and should they try to leave, even for a moment, Ashlynn would wake immediately, pulling them back with a quiet but firm, “Stay with me. I need you.” She craves this closeness, needing to know that no one else gets to hold them like she does.

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Tyler:

Tyler is the type who demands to be as close to the reader as possible when they cuddle. He presses his entire body against theirs, intertwining their legs together so they’re practically fused. His arms wrap around them tightly, almost too tightly, as if by keeping them close, he can prevent anyone else from ever coming between them. Tyler thrives on physical affection, and his possessiveness is evident in the way he kisses the back of the reader’s neck or shoulder as they start to fall asleep. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his tone both loving and commanding.

When Tyler falls asleep, his grip never loosens. In fact, he tends to shift in his sleep, pulling the reader even closer, his face burying into their neck as if trying to merge with them completely. Tyler’s dreams are filled with them—always with the reader by his side, and when he wakes in the middle of the night, his first instinct is to check that they’re still there. His possessiveness doesn’t stop even in the quiet moments of sleep, and should the reader try to shift away, he pulls them back without hesitation. “Stay right here,” he murmurs, half-asleep but fully aware of their every move.

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Taylor:

Taylor is softer when it comes to cuddling, but her possessiveness shines through in the way she clings to the reader. She always insists on sleeping with her head resting on the reader’s chest, listening to the steady beat of their heart as if it’s the only thing that can lull her to sleep. Her arms are wrapped around their waist, holding them gently but firmly, and every once in a while, she looks up at them, eyes filled with adoration and obsession. She traces little patterns on their skin with her fingertips, basking in the comfort of knowing they’re hers and no one else’s.

Even in her sleep, Taylor stays close, her body molding perfectly to the reader’s. She’s prone to mumbling in her sleep, whispering their name or soft, possessive phrases like, “You’re mine forever…” If the reader shifts or tries to move away, Taylor unconsciously tightens her grip, her face nuzzling into their chest or shoulder as if to stop them from going anywhere. She needs to feel their warmth, and being apart for even a second would wake her, wide-eyed and panicked until she realizes they’re still by her side. Then, with a sleepy smile, she’ll whisper, “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

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Aiden:

Aiden likes to cuddle in a way that ensures he’s always watching the reader. He lays on his side, his arm draped protectively over them, while his intense gaze follows the subtle rise and fall of their chest. He finds comfort in the small details—how their breath slows as they fall asleep, how peaceful they look when they’re vulnerable. But beneath his calm exterior, Aiden is always calculating, always thinking about how to keep the reader close, how to ensure they’ll never leave him. His fingers trace slow circles on their arm, his touch both soothing and possessive.

As Aiden falls asleep, his hand remains on the reader, a constant reminder of his presence. He sleeps lightly, and should the reader shift or move, his eyes flutter open instantly, a wave of panic passing through him before he realizes they’re still there. “You’re not going anywhere, right?” he’d whisper, voice low and soft, though there’s an edge to his tone that suggests it’s not really a question. He’ll pull them closer, wrapping both arms around them as he settles back into sleep, ensuring that they’re as trapped in his embrace as they are in his obsession.

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Ben:

Cuddling with Ben is intense and suffocating in the best way possible. He’s all about physical closeness, wrapping his arms around the reader like a shield, ensuring that no one can get between them. He likes to have their head tucked under his chin or nestled against his chest, where he can feel their breath against his skin. It’s comforting to him, knowing that they’re right there, completely enveloped in his embrace. Every so often, he’ll press soft kisses to the top of their head, murmuring how much he needs them, how he’ll never let them go.

Ben sleeps deeply, but even in his sleep, his grip on the reader never falters. He’s like a furnace, always warm and clingy, pressing them closer as if they’re his lifeline. Should the reader try to move away, even just to get comfortable, Ben instinctively pulls them back, mumbling something about how they belong to him. He’s possessive in the most obvious way, wanting to be near them at all times, especially when they’re sleeping. To him, these moments are sacred—no one else gets to have this level of closeness with the reader, and he’ll make sure they remember that.

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Logan:

Logan is the type to shyly ask for closeness when cuddling. He rarely speaks during these moments, instead choosing to let his actions do the talking. He hesitantly pulls the reader into his arms, positioning them so he’s lying against their chest or tucked under their arm, and holds them in a grip that’s both protective and possessive. His heartbeat is steady, a rhythmic reminder that he’s always there, always watching over them, always ensuring they’re safe. His fingers trace lazy lines on their hip or arm, but there’s a quiet shyness in his gentle movements, as if he’s afraid they’d break if he was too harsh.

Logan doesn’t sleep deeply, and his possessive nature often manifests in small moments of waking up throughout the night, his eyes scanning the reader’s face as if reassuring himself that they’re still there. When he’s asleep, his hold on them never loosens, and should they try to move, Logan will wake instantly, his grip tightening as his eyes shyly meet theirs. “Im so happy your mine forever…” he mutters, his voice quiet  with sleep but soft in its shyness. He needs the reader close—physically and emotionally—and these moments of sleep are the only times he allows himself to be so openly vulnerable about it.

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