It's Cold!!

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.

U did sooo good with your yandere sbg, im in luv with u now♡♡♡☆

Feel free to ignore this, but same yandere au for sbg that u wrote, but reader ends up dying in the phantom world, their death ends up to be painful, slow, and they black out thinking no one is coming to save them. I rlly like angst. can u tell? (I need a happy ending tho😣🥹🥺)

If the Yandere! SBG gang lost you in the Phantom world

Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Ben, Aiden, Logan

WARNING: Yandere themes, violent, gore, descriptive

Awww <3 Im so happy you liked them, and I'd be so happy to write this for you! I wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or full stories so its kinda..both?? Either way! Can be seen as romantic or platonic with a gender neutral reader!!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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In the eerie, twisted landscape of the Phantom World, your cornered by the terrifying creature, its shadowy form obscured in the dim, otherworldly light under the blood red sky. The attack came brutally, the phantom striking with relentless fury, leaving deep wounds that bled profusely as it slashed its long hands across your abdomen and stomach. As you lay on the cold ground, pain wracked your body, and each breath became a struggle. Time seemed to stretch, and your vision blurred with tears as you slowly slipped in and out of consciousness. Despite the overwhelming agony, you clung to the hope that your friends would find you in time before death’s icy grip took you away. But as minutes turned to hours, and the chill of the Phantom World seeped into your skin and bones, despair settled in. Your final thoughts are filled with the aching belief that no one was coming to save you. The darkness closed in, and you blacked out, feeling utterly alone. Were you ever truly relevant to them though?

Ashlynn:

Devastated and furious with herself for not being there to protect you. You were pale, cold. How did this happen?? You guys were running from the swarm of Phantoms and you got separated…shit, she should’ve helped you. You were chased, killed and now your lifeless body lay in her arms. 

Ashlynn's heart shattered when she saw your pale form on the hospital bed, the beeping machines the only sign of life. She refused to leave your side, berating herself for failing to protect you. Each hour felt like an eternity as she traced your hand, her voice a soft murmur of apologies.

Once back in the real world she stays by your side constantly, tracing your hand softly, careful to not touch the IVs in your hands and arms… She blamed herself for you dying. She should’ve followed you, protected you, you wouldn’t be here if she had followed. She spent most of her time here after school until going home to deal with making plans and the 7 hour nightmare they were still stuck in.

Once Ashlynn gets the call that your awake though? She’s there in a heartbeat. She becomes fiercely protective, constantly checking on you and ensuring you are never alone, guilt and relief warring within her. She cant stand the thought of it, the image of your mangled body along the ground sticks in her mind. When you finally opened your eyes, Ashlynn froze in shock as waves of emotions coursed through her. It overwhelmed her to the point of not knowing what to do or say in that moment. After calming down and waiting until everyone else stepped out, she got closer, vowing to never let anything harm you again. The ordeal only deepened her obsession, and she became a constant, protective presence in your life.

Tyler:

His face paled as you lay lifeless on the ground, he was in disbelief that you were gone until he held your limp, bloody body in his arms, your blood staining his hands. Overwhelmed with guilt and anger, blames himself for not being there for you. He watched you as you were targeted and yet he kept running with the other group. He needed to turn around, why didn't he turn around!? 

He couldn’t shake the guilt of not being able to save you, and it gnawed at him as he paced the hospital halls, demanding answers and updates from your nurses and doctors that checked on you. He was distressed, taking out all of his emotions on his friends in short bursts of anger. They understood though, they knew how he cared.

 No amount of comfort or kind words could make him relax until he got the call from one of your doctors. When you regained consciousness, Tyler felt a surge of relief, but it was tinged with a new intensity. He vowed never to leave your side again, becoming a constant, watchful presence, struggling to keep his protective instincts from suffocating you.

 He sits at the side of your bed for a while, scared that you were gonna blame him as he blamed himself. After you slightly recover, Tyler becomes more possessive, struggling to balance his feelings of guilt and the need to keep the reader safe

Taylor:

She screamed when she saw you, not in fear but in agony of seeing you basically ripped to shreds by one of those things. Why did it happen?? You were grouped together and trying to clear a house near the base. You guys wanted to see if there were any other materials you needed…You were left outside to watch. No one heard you get grabbed, no one saw where it took you until you were gone. You were tore open like a deer from a bear, the gashes and deep and revealing wounds covering your body almost made her sick. 

She struggles with the horror of what happened to you and blames herself for letting you out of her sight. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched the reader lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping the group together and safe. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched you lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping you safe and with the rest of the group. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. When you finally woke up, she bawled uncontrollably at your side, apologizing profusely. Taylor's heart swelled with relief though, knowing you were alive and semi-okay. Determined to keep you safe, she became more attentive and persuasive, her charm a constant comfort as she worked to ensure you never felt alone or afraid again.

Aiden:

Aiden's calm demeanor cracked just slightly as he stared at you lying on the group. Bloody, beaten, dead. The usual calm smile he has plastered on his face falls into a crazed one as his eyes glaze over. He hides his anger and sadness well. He felt a cold numbness settle over him, a detached shock as he lifted you in his arms. He didn't hear you scream, you were alone, you needed him…You were going to hate him.

In the hospital bed, your life hanging by a thread, he quietly takes charge and organizes care towards you, ensuring you were given the best treatment. Even in his grief, he was practical and efficient, managing details and coordinating with doctors. He couldn’t let you die, he failed you once and he wasn’t gonna do it a second time.

When you finally woke up, Aiden felt an intense relief, the dead, psychopathic smile finally disappearing as he stared in shock before smiling for real. Seeing you alive, well and okay(ish) brought him peace but that peace came with a deeper, darker determination. He became even more involved in your life, guiding your every decision with a careful, controlling hand, ensuring you would never be left alone and vulnerable again.

Ben:

The anger inside him swirled with so much emotion he almost snapped. Aiden couldn’t get him to calm down enough or move away. Aiden just kept everyone away from him as Ben held your cold, limp body to his chest. Your heart wasn’t beating…How could you have left his sight..?

You thought you had seen something and decided to run and check it out. The Phantoms were distracted, none were near so you deemed it safe. You had found a small pocket knife but it was broken…then you were jumped and now you were broken too.

Ben felt a profound sadness settle over him as he saw you lying unconscious in the hospital. He struggled to process the sight, his usual calm demeanor shaken. While he tried to be a pillar of strength for the group, internally, he feared the worst. He got slightly defensive and even shoved Aiden away when being comforted.

 When you finally awoke, Ben felt an immense relief wash over him as he gave a slight nod and anxious wave and sat next to your bed. Determined to prevent such a close call from happening again, he became more protective and attentive, always looking out for your needs and ensuring you felt safe and cherished in his presence.

Logan:

He broke down, falling to his knees in body-wracking sobs, overwhelmed by the horror and pain in his heart from seeing you dead. You were lagging behind the group and got grabbed and he couldnt catch you in time. By the time he and the group made it to you, you were pale, bloody and tore open severely with no heartbeat.

 Logan couldn’t hold back the tears as he sat beside your hospital bed, his heart breaking at the sight of your frail, unconscious form. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he was wracked with guilt and sorrow, whispering apologies consistently, hoping you could hear him. 

When you finally opened your eyes, Logan was overwhelmed with relief as he apologized and cried beside you. However, the experience left him emotionally fragile; he became increasingly dependent on you, needing constant reassurance of your well-being and that you didn't hate him.

 Terrified of ever facing such a close call again, he never let you go off on your own and kept a closer eye on you, always telling you he needed to protect you so you wouldn’t get hurt.

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!

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.

your yandere sbg au with a very abrasive and mean reader, so basically readers parents are abusive as fuck verbally, and physically, so reader has taken on some of their behaviors, whether it be cussing all the time, or beating up anyone that messes with them (or anyone else the reader is friends with, aka the rest of the gang). Sometimes reader says really mean things even if they don't mean it. Reader is also constantly seen and heard cussing at and arguing with their parents in public no matter the occasion. Reader acts like this because they don't know any other way to express how they feel, and reader doesn't know how to ask for help whether it be in general or with their home life.(my personal headcannon fortis kind of reader is that they specifically dislike Logan because he reminds them of they feel and act "home") Reader does genuinely care for the group and tries to show it through their actions, but they hate it when their actions are questioned,sometimes reader comes to school limping or clutching a part of their body(i.e, stomach/ abdomen, arm.) On these days reader is very quiet, these can be oneshots or hc's either r ok with me! Ty♡♡!

Yandere School Bus Graveyard Gang x Abrasive Reader

Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, Logan

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, harsh/abrasive reader, rude ass parents

Im so sorry it's taken me forever, I've been having trouble with my job recently so I had to ignore writing for a while but I've gone through everyone's requests and I will try to get them all out this weekend, bare with me!! Hope you enjoy this!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

Initial Response: Ashlynn is both concerned and frustrated by the reader's abrasive behavior. She knows that the reader is acting out because of their home life, but she finds it difficult to handle their harsh words and aggressive actions.

Protective Instinct: Despite the reader's tough exterior, Ashlynn feels a deep need to protect them, especially when they come to school with injuries. She’ll subtly try to take care of the reader, offering them small comforts like food, bandages, or a quiet place to rest.

Unyielding Loyalty: Ashlynn never takes the reader’s harsh words personally, always seeing through the anger to the pain underneath. She becomes fiercely loyal, often defending the reader to others, even if it means taking the brunt of their anger herself.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On days when the reader is unusually quiet and in pain, Ashlynn becomes even more attentive. She’ll gently push them to rest and tries to subtly get them to open up, though she never forces it. Her protectiveness intensifies, and she becomes more watchful of anyone who might push the reader too far.

Tyler:

Initial Response: Tyler is deeply concerned by the reader’s behavior, especially when it comes to their self-destructive tendencies. He’s quick to intervene when they get into fights, often pulling them away before they can hurt themselves or others.

Aggressive Support: He matches the reader’s aggression with his own, using it to defend them against anyone who dares to hurt them, even if it’s the reader themselves. He’ll take on the role of the enforcer, making sure no one messes with the reader or questions their actions.

Hidden Affection: Tyler struggles with expressing his feelings, often trying to show his care through actions rather than words. He’ll be the one to silently walk beside the reader when they’re in a bad mood, offering a quiet but steady presence.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is limping or holding a part of their body in pain, Tyler becomes even more protective. He’ll quietly take their bag, carry it for them, and position himself between them and anyone who might ask questions. He’ll stay close, offering a steady hand if they need it.

Taylor:

Initial Response: Taylor is both fascinated and worried by the reader’s behavior. She’s drawn to their strength and resilience but can’t help feeling concerned about the way they lash out at others and themselves.

Manipulative Care: Taylor uses her charm and wit to try and steer the reader away from self-destructive behaviors, often manipulating situations to keep them safe. She’ll subtly influence the reader’s choices, trying to guide them towards healthier ways of coping.

Calm in the Storm: Taylor never lets the reader’s harsh words get to her. She’ll laugh them off or deflect with humor, always keeping the mood light and preventing any real damage to their relationship.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On the days when the reader is clearly in pain, Taylor becomes more nurturing, offering gentle support without making a big deal out of it. She’ll distract the reader with light conversation, trying to take their mind off the pain, while also subtly keeping an eye on their well-being.

Aiden:

Initial Response: Aiden approaches the reader’s abrasive behavior with a calm, calculating demeanor. He understands where their anger comes from and sees through the rough exterior to the pain underneath.

Controlled Compassion: Aiden is careful not to push the reader too far, offering his support in subtle ways. He’ll never force them to talk, but he’ll always be there, offering a quiet presence and a listening ear when they’re ready.

Strategic Help: Aiden often plans out ways to help the reader without them realizing it, whether it’s slipping painkillers into their bag or arranging for someone else to take over a task that’s too much for them.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is quiet and in pain, Aiden becomes more attentive, quietly making sure they have everything they need. He’ll arrange for them to be left alone if that’s what they want or gently steer them towards a place where they can rest without being disturbed.

Ben:

Initial Response: Ben is deeply affected by the reader’s abrasive behavior, taking their harsh words and actions to heart. He worries about them constantly, though he tries to hide it behind a cheerful facade.

Overcompensating Care: Ben often tries too hard to make the reader happy, going out of his way to do things for them or make them laugh, even when they push him away. He’s always trying to show that he cares, even if it’s not always appreciated.

Emotional Vulnerability: Ben is the most emotionally affected by the reader’s behavior, often internalizing their anger and hurt as his own. He tries to be strong for them but sometimes finds it hard to keep up the act.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: On days when the reader is quiet and clearly in pain, Ben becomes even more attentive, offering them his jacket or trying to lighten their mood with jokes. He’s always hovering, ready to help but afraid of being pushed away.

Logan:

Initial Response: Logan struggles the most with the reader’s abrasive behavior, finding it difficult to connect with them. He’s aware that they don’t like him, and it frustrates him because he genuinely wants to help.

Persistent Care: Despite the reader’s dislike of him, Logan doesn’t give up. He continues to offer his support, even if it’s rejected. He’s always there in the background, trying to be helpful in ways that won’t provoke their anger.

Quiet Understanding: Logan is the most patient, willing to wait for the reader to come to him when they’re ready. He never pushes, knowing that they need space to deal with their emotions.

Reaction to Reader's Quiet Days: When the reader is quiet and in pain, Logan becomes even more concerned, though he tries not to show it. He’ll offer small, practical help, like carrying their books or holding a door open, all without saying much. He hopes that by being there in these small ways, he can eventually earn their trust.

In each of these scenarios, the gang is united in their concern for the reader, though they each express it in different ways. Despite the reader's abrasive and mean behavior, the group is deeply loyal and protective, willing to endure the harsh words and anger because they care so much for them. Over time, their persistent support may help the reader find healthier ways to express their feelings and ask for the help they so desperately need.

This is sadly true... very...very true

I have no shame

Well, I’m supposed to be sleeping. But ✨thoughts✨

Separated/Villain Au Donnie idea:

Starts off the same as most separated aus (Lou fleeing with the turtle tots, drops Donnie, and Donnie grows up on his own)

After some kinda of horrible accident that scars him, preteen (-ish) Donnie conducted a DNA test to determine how he was created and he hacked a database full of DNA samples, he finds he’s a match to Lou Jistsu.

After digging through numerous tabloid articles and dead-end “sightings” of the missing movie star, he discovers Lou is actually Hamato Yoshi.

He does little with this information until he’s forced onto the edges of New York by some opponent. That is where he discovers the foot Clan.

He does not join, no-he stalks and hacks-tearing apart and sinking his claws into every corner of the clan.

Eventually, he does the same to the overseas remainders of the Hamato Clan. It’s his vengeance on who he perceives to be the one who hurt him most-Yoshi. (Donnie is unaware of his brothers’ existence or that his father is not in fact dead.)

Afterwards the mutant becomes apathetic to the world, he doesn’t spare a care for the world that harmed him from his first breath. So, the mutant retreats into himself, playing the world outside his apartment no mind. Aside from growing his technological empire through puppet leaders and experimenting with mystic technology. (Does not end well, ima say that much)

And when he discovers his brothers existence? Well…He’s cut off two of Big Mama’s limbs for (stares a the blurry scribbles on my palm) breathing to “harshly” and insinuating SHELLDON was a “interesting use of his” (Donnie’s time), he won’t be happy.

He possibly might off Splinter, idk.

Going to sleep, might add onto later

*crawls out of a dusty vent*

COUGH COUGH- hi so I am here for a yandere sbg x reader story 😃

Kk so here: reader and the yandere group are in their room when the group is on one of their rapacious again and their not in the phantom realm reader has a thing were she would just softly massage their head with their soft and warms hands to soften them up like cats and after cuddle them singing to them and after reader does this the whole facility is FLABBERGASTED how they folded THAT fast I mean they have like hearts in their eyes lovesick even the parents are a little impressed at how reader dealt with them🤭

Anyways that all I got 😃🥲 srry if long 😔

Warm hands, Soft Touches

Yandere! SBG gang x Fem! Reader

This concept was literally so adorable :') I love them. Slowly working through these I promise! Enjoy!

-Writer Icy<3

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Warm Hands, Soft Hearts

The air in your room was heavy with tension. The gang—Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, and Logan—sat scattered on the floor and bed, their expressions sharp and ravenous as their usual obsessive tendencies simmered just beneath the surface. They were spiraling again, each one trying to find a way to claim you entirely for themselves.

Ashlynn tapped her nails against her phone screen, pretending to scroll through pictures of you she’d secretly taken. Tyler’s foot tapped an impatient rhythm, his jaw clenched. Taylor leaned against your desk, arms crossed as her eyes wandered around, staring at anyone who dared to sit too close to you. Aiden was quiet but had that dangerously calm look in his eyes, his hands gripping his sleeves as he sat on the floor, back against the bed. Logan fidgeted with a pen, scribbling words you couldn't quite see at your desk, and Ben just sat against the wall across from Aiden, cold and brooding, his eyes tracking your every move.

"Guys," you said softly, breaking the suffocating silence. "You’re all worked up again. It’s too much."

You could see their reactions shift—some looking sheepish, others doubling down on their intensity. Tyler scoffed under his breath.

"Worked up?" Tyler muttered darkly. "You have no idea."

Instead of snapping back or letting their energy overwhelm you, you did what always worked. You sighed softly and knelt on the bed, gesturing for Ashlynn to come closer.

“Come here,” you murmured.

She blinked, stunned, before obediently sliding to sit cross-legged in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and placed your warm hands on her head, your thumbs pressing gently into her temples.

Ashlynn’s body instantly relaxed, her shoulders dropping as you worked small, soothing circles into her scalp. Her breathing slowed, her lips parting slightly. “Oh…” she whispered, her voice almost dreamy.

"Who's next?" you asked softly, glancing around the room.

Logan was the first to break, his face flushing red as he practically stumbled forward to take Ashlynn's spot. Your hands worked their magic, brushing through his hair with a calm tenderness that made him melt like butter. He let out a soft sigh, his usual sharp demeanor crumbling.

One by one, they all caved.

Tyler leaned into your hands with a groan, muttering something about how "this doesn't change anything," though the hearts practically spinning in his eyes said otherwise. Aiden, who rarely showed much vulnerability, closed his eyes and let himself sink into your touch, looking like he’d just been given a taste of heaven.

When you got to Taylor, she rested her forehead against your shoulder as you worked, her quiet, lovesick smile hidden from everyone else. Ben was the last to come forward, looking slightly tense and agitated. Yet when your fingers slid into his hair, his icy exterior melted entirely, and he leaned so far into your hands he nearly toppled over.

When they were all sufficiently relaxed, you slid back onto the bed and spread your arms. "Okay, now all of you come here."

They didn’t hesitate.

Ashlynn and Taylor were the first to cuddle up against you, each clinging to your sides. Ben sprawled across the foot of the bed, his head resting against your leg, while Aiden curled up by your other side, his face buried in your shoulder. Tyler nestled against your back, and even Logan found a spot, tucking himself awkwardly against the headboard but keeping his hand resting possessively on yours.

As you softly sang a calming tune, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on their backs or across their necks and cheeks, they all sank deeper into the warmth you provided. Their usual intensity had dulled, replaced by a lovesick haze as they clung to you like you were their lifeline.

Downstairs, the parents were sitting in the living room, their usual tense discussions about controlling their kids’ obsessions on pause. Ashlynn's dad, Mike, had gone upstairs to check on the commotion but hadn’t returned, which only made them more curious.

When they finally crept upstairs and peeked into your room, they froze.

The gang—usually impossible to manage, fiery, possessive, and combative—lay bundled up around you like sleepy kittens. Ben, who normally never relaxed, looked completely at peace. Ashlynn had a soft, blissful smile, her head resting on your shoulder. Even Tyler, the most stubborn of the group, looked vulnerable as he held your hand.

Mike turned to the parents, his eyebrows raised. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

The parents exchanged glances, equal parts flabbergasted and impressed.

"How… how did they do that?" one of them whispered.

"Must be magic," Mike murmured, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “Or they’re just that good.”

From that day forward, none of them questioned your methods again. If you could tame their wild, lovesick kids with just your hands and a song, who were they to interfere?

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???

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.

Larry, Talk...

Reader comforts character

Larry Johnnson

Larry x Male! Reader

I got bored and needed to post something...

Sally Face was my main game for a long time and I love Larry. Its also because they are coming out with a second game and Im screaming over it-

I'll be coming out with a School Bus Graveyard fic of Tyler in a little while<3

-Writer Icy♡

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Larry sat cross-legged on the worn-out cushions in his treehouse, flipping through a sketchbook filled with doodles and drawings. The treehouse, a place of solace and creativity, was his sanctuary, adorned with posters of bands, comic books, and his own artwork. It was late afternoon, and the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on everything.

Y/n, Larry's boyfriend, sat across from him on the floor, strumming softly on an acoustic guitar. The melodies he played were gentle and soothing, a perfect backdrop for their quiet time together. They often retreated here to escape the chaos of the outside world, to be in a space where they could just be themselves.

Larry looked up from his sketchbook, watching Y/n's fingers dance over the guitar strings. "You know, you're getting really good," Larry remarked with a smile. "I love listening to you play."

Y/n chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Thanks. I guess I've been practicing a lot. It's nice, you know? To have something to put my energy into."

They continued in comfortable silence for a while, Y/n playing and Larry sketching. The air was filled with the scent of pine and the distant sounds of summer, a cicada's song mingling with the rustle of leaves. It felt like time had slowed down, allowing them to savor the moment.

Larry set his sketchbook aside, leaning back on the wall's cushions and sighing deeply. Y/n noticed the shift in his demeanor and set the guitar down, his eyes filled with concern. "What's on your mind, Larry?"

Larry hesitated, his gaze drifting to the floor. He'd always found it hard to talk about his feelings, especially about the things that hurt the most. But there was something about Y/n's presence, his quiet understanding, that made Larry feel safe.

"It's... it's about my dad," Larry began, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath, as if summoning the courage to continue. "He disappeared when I was a kid. Just... vanished. No one knows where he went or why. It's like he just walked out of our lives and never looked back."

Y/n listened intently, his expression softening with empathy. He reached out, taking Larry's hand in his, offering silent support.

Larry continued, his voice shaky. "He was my hero, you know? We used to build things together, like this treehouse. He always said it was our special place. But then, one day, he was gone. Mom fell apart, and I... I felt like I lost a part of myself."

He paused, swallowing hard. "I've always wondered if it was something I did, something that drove him away. I've never talked about it with anyone, not really. It just hurts too much."

Y/n squeezed Larry's hand gently. "Larry, it wasn't your fault. Whatever happened, it had nothing to do with you. Sometimes people make choices we can't understand, and they leave us with questions that may never be answered. But that doesn't mean you're to blame."

Larry looked up, meeting Y/n's eyes. There was a depth of sincerity in Y/n's gaze that made his chest ache with emotion. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and Y/n reached out to wipe it away, his touch tender and comforting.

"You're not alone in this," Y/n said softly. "I'm here for you, always. And if you ever want to talk about it, or if you just need a shoulder to lean on, I'm right here."

Larry felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of acceptance and love that he hadn't known he needed. He nodded, a small, grateful smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to me."

They sat there, hand in hand, surrounded by the quiet of the treehouse and the fading light of the day. In that moment, Larry felt a sense of peace, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. With Y/n by his side, he knew he could face whatever came his way.