First Ever Loss: How Do They React?? The Four Of Them

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.

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.

You poor overworked bean, here, for your troubles 🥺👐🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

Hiiii i have a writing request if you don't mind! Could you write something about the banner family? Specifically the parents? I love them so much and there is a genuine lacking of content for them! Thank you! :)

Oh that was so fast!! Would you like I general hcs of the parents and Ash or just overall? Anything specific with the parents?? (Your definitely right, there's alot of content lacking for them and we love them :,)

...murder drones x Wall-E

That crossover ...turn it into a fic

STOP WAIT-

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

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!!!

Misunderstood By Society (6)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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The box of activities in my arms wasn’t much. Simple things—some puzzles, a few basic sketch pads, even a stress ball. It wasn’t about the activities themselves. It was about control. König had none in this place. Every decision, every movement, every choice was made for him. I wanted to change that, even in small ways.

But first, I had to get his food.

I made my way to the meal cart, already spotting Jacobs lingering nearby. I should have expected him. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Didn’t take you for a babysitter, doc," he mused, his voice thick with faux charm. "Bringing the big guy toys now?"

I didn’t take the bait, simply setting down the box and reaching for König’s tray. The moment I lifted the lid, my stomach turned.

The food was bland—overcooked, dry, and utterly unappetizing—but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

It was the faint, crushed-up remnants of something mixed into the potatoes.

I frowned, glancing at the kitchen staff behind the counter. "What is this?"

One of them hesitated, looking over at Jacobs, who didn’t bother to hide his grin.

"Standard procedure," he said smoothly. "Gotta make sure the big guy gets his meds one way or another."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "And this is the best you could do? Bland, disgusting, and drugged?" I looked back at the tray. "No wonder he doesn’t eat."

Jacobs’ smirk didn’t falter. "You’re new here, doc. You don’t get how things work."

I exhaled through my nose, turning fully to face him. "Oh, I understand just fine. I understand that König reacts to you the way he does because he distrusts you. And do you know why, Jacobs?" I tilted my head slightly, my voice eerily even. "Because you treat him like an animal."

The grin on Jacobs’ face twitched, just slightly, before hardening into something else.

I saw the shift in his posture, the way his muscles tensed, the way his jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to people calling him out.

He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "Careful, doc," he murmured, his tone dripping with warning. "You’re playing a dangerous game. You’re new. They can replace you just as fast as they hired you."

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.

Instead, I simply smiled.

Not a kind one.

A cold one.

"Then I guess we’ll see who lasts longer."

Jacobs' eyes flickered with something unreadable, something dark, before he huffed a quiet laugh and backed off. "Suit yourself."

I grabbed König’s tray, picking up my box of activities, and walked away without another word.

When I returned to König’s room, he was where I left him—sitting on the floor, his hood drawn low, his posture stiff but less guarded than before. His eyes flicked to the tray in my hands.

I set it down in front of him before carefully removing the plate and wiping the mashed potatoes clean with a napkin. The faint traces of crushed medication smeared onto the paper, proof of what had been hidden there.

König’s gaze lingered on my movements.

I pushed the plate toward him. "It’s out. You can take the pills when you’re ready."

He didn’t move at first.

Then, slowly, his fingers curled around the fork. He picked at the food, shoving the vegetables aside until only the meat remained.

I made another note: He only eats the meat.

The water sat untouched.

I noticed the subtle way his fingers twitched toward it before retracting.

He was hesitant. Suspicious.

I picked up the napkin, holding it up so he could see the powdery remnants. "See?" I said quietly. "It was in the food, not the water."

His fingers flexed again.

A long silence stretched between us before he finally reached for the cup.

He didn’t drink right away.

But he held it.

And for now, that was enough.

The small table between us felt like a fragile boundary, something uncertain but unbroken. I had spread out the activities—simple things, nothing complicated. I wanted to see what he gravitated toward, what caught his interest.

König eyed them warily, his large hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The pencil I had set near the notepad remained untouched. His fingers twitched toward it but never quite closed around it.

Minutes passed before he finally picked it up.

I didn’t move. Didn’t offer guidance. I just watched.

He held it awkwardly, his grip too tight, his movements stiff. When he tried to press it to the paper, it barely scratched across the surface, the pressure uneven. His breathing changed—shallow, irritated. The tip of the pencil snapped, and he gritted his teeth.

His fingers flexed, and the pencil rolled from his grip onto the floor. He didn’t pick it up.

Instead, he reached for the puzzle.

I wrote in my notes without making a sound. Hesitant with fine motor skills. Difficulty gripping pencil. Signs of memory loss? Discomfort? Frustration.

The puzzle pieces were large, meant for children, but he didn’t seem to care. He worked through them slowly, his massive fingers surprisingly careful as he fit the edges together.

Then, quietly, he mumbled.

The first time, I thought he was speaking to me.

But then I realized—

He was talking to himself.

His voice was low, muttering in German and occasionally switching to English. It wasn’t nonsensical. It was structured, like a conversation.

"Here? No—there. That piece is wrong."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"No, it fits—see?"

A pause.

"It does not. Try again."

He was responding to himself.

Like two halves of his mind were speaking to each other.

I kept writing. Conversational murmuring. Auditory hallucinations? Inner dialogue?

I didn’t react. Didn’t try to stop him.

König’s fingers trembled slightly when he got a piece wrong, his breathing uneven. He paused, his hood dipping forward, hands curling into fists before relaxing again.

Still, I said nothing.

He noticed.

"You are quiet." His voice cut through the room, sharp and suspicious.

I looked up from my notes. "Do you want me to speak?"

He stiffened, clearly not expecting the question. His fingers twitched again. "You are a doctor," he muttered. "You are supposed to… show me how it is done."

I set my pen down. "Do you want help?"

Silence.

His shoulders tensed. His fingers tapped against the table once—twice. His head tilted slightly beneath the hood, something unreadable in his posture.

He didn’t answer.

And I didn’t press.

I leaned back in my chair. "I believe people should ask for help when they need it," I said simply. "After they’ve tried to find a solution first."

König’s breathing was slow, measured. He reached for another piece of the puzzle.

This time, he fit it in correctly.

He exhaled—quiet, barely noticeable. But I noticed.

And I wrote it down.

Reminder of what you know

2012 Mikey x GN! Reader

Fhahfhht guys I'm sorry, Raphael may be my bbg but like...Mikey is so sweet :( anyway, I am closing requests for School Bus Graveyard bc I don't get requested anything else :')

Much love!!

~Writer Icy♡

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Mikey sat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge as he stared up at the stars, his nunchaku resting beside him. The night was quiet, save for the distant sounds of the city below. His usual sunny demeanor seemed dimmer, his shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world.

When Y/N climbed up to join him, they immediately noticed something was off. Mikey wasn’t cracking jokes or bouncing around like he usually did. Instead, he looked lost in thought, his orange mask slightly frayed from fidgeting.

“Hey, Mikey,” Y/N said gently, sitting beside him. “What’s on your mind?”

He glanced at them, his bright blue eyes shadowed with worry. He let out a sigh before speaking, his voice unusually soft.

“It’s my brothers,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know they’re just trying to keep me focused and all, but… lately, it’s like everything I do is wrong. Raph’s always telling me to ‘grow up,’ Donnie’s constantly pointing out my mistakes, and even Leo’s been getting on my case. I know I mess up sometimes, but…” He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N placed a comforting hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mikey, you’re amazing just the way you are. They might not always show it, but your brothers love you. They just have a funny way of expressing it sometimes. You don’t have to change who you are for anyone.”

Mikey looked at Y/N, a small, grateful smile breaking through his gloom. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Y/N replied firmly. “And I think you need a reminder of how awesome you are.” They stood and held out a hand, their eyes twinkling with excitement.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked, tilting his head curiously.

“We’re dancing,” Y/N declared, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, Mikey. Let’s forget about the world for a while.”

Mikey’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up as Y/N spun him around on the rooftop. “Dancing? Here? Now?”

“Why not?” Y/N said, grinning as they twirled under the stars. “No rules, no criticism—just us.”

Mikey’s heart swelled as he watched Y/N move with joy, their laughter filling the night air. He joined in, spinning and swaying with them, his usual carefree spirit reigniting.

“You’re totally the best, you know that?” Mikey said, his voice soft as he held Y/N’s hands and guided them into a playful dip.

“I’m just reminding you of what you already know,” Y/N teased, their smile as radiant as the stars above.

Mikey grinned, his worries melting away as he pulled them into a gentle spin. In that moment, with the city lights twinkling below and the stars shining above, he realized how lucky he was to have someone who saw the best in him—even when he couldn’t see it himself.

Shut up I'll start crying 🥀🥹

This is so beautiful....

Inktober day 3 "Statue"

This one actually broke my heart. What if Cedric stayed the villain and had to be stopped? Even if that means giving up the amulet to stop his madness

Ask~~~ Hiiii i have a writing request if you don't mind! Could you write something about the banner family? Specifically the parents? I love them so much and there is a genuine lacking of content for them! Thank you! :)

Eeee yes I love this family, they definitely need more content on it all and I'm so excited to write about this!

-Writer Icy♡

General HC's for The Banner Family♡

Mike, Emma, Ashlynn

School Bus Graveyard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Both former military people, I feel like the nickname Mike gives Ashlynn "Soldier" is just something that happened naturally which honestly is super cute and makes the family feel healthy and domestic ❤️

Emma, being the sweet anti-social woman she is, is very understanding of her daughters emotions towards not wanting to have friends, I feel like she might've had trouble with that when she was younger or even in bootcamp.

I hc that Emma and Mike met in the military, finding such a beautiful peace among so much chaos. Their love holds alot of respect and understanding because they are quite different from each other.

Emma is more quiet and collected, Mike is more of the sporty, outgoing type of guy and I feel they clicked kinda fast. Mike has a ton of energy, he drinks coffee with like...two shots of espresso and Emma has hers just black. Or she drinks tea- I can see that too..

EMMA IS A BOOK WORM- now hear me out- She enjoys reading alot into either the survival fiction books or like...the dystopia books like Hunger Games or The Giver because she can picture it more in her mind.

I also hc before Ashlynn was born, Emma either read to Mike before bed or in quiet time or read to her baby belly :,)

Ashlynn, when she was little, would ask Mike and Emma to tell stories from the military but like...the funny ones about all the crazy stupid stuff that happens in the barracks. Mike being like "Yeah and Johnny almost got caught by our Unit Commander and blah blah blah slipped and landed right into the mud on the other side of the fence" or something like that

Emma had some creativity with her quietness, I feel like she sang or danced in private, maybe was in a high-school choir or something before enlisting.

I feel like they had alot of trouble overcoming the 'Phantoms' along with after being in the military for a while. Like....that has to come with a certain amount of trauma or mental health that lessened from it. They had to rely on one another to pick each other up on especially hard days and now they work together to do said thing for Ashlynn.

They are definitely a pretty healthy family from what is given from them, they want the best for Ash and to keep her happy and safe. They're loving parents and have alot of things they carry but they manage it in healthy ways.

Ugghhh I love them, they deserve extra credit, they're so precious 💖

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