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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.

I didn’t know you write for Cursed Princess Club now, that’s exciting! Would you write for Syrah? If so, would you be able to write Syrah trying to find ways to use her curse to help or have fun? Since the ending of the series and seeing how she used her nose as a weapon, maybe she could use it for helping outside of fighting. I hope this is alright to request. Thank you for taking time to hear my request out 🙂

What If...

Syrah (CPC) Idea/short story

Yesss! I love Syrah, she cracked me up through the story, she was one of my favorites. I'm sorry if this is too short and that it took so so long to post! I've got 5 other requests on the way as well!! Again, im sorry if it's too short but I feel like these ideas would be super cute :(

-Writer Icy<3

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Syrah stood in front of her mirror, staring at her long nose. It had always been a source of insecurity, but recently, after realizing she could use it as a weapon, she started to wonder what else it might be good for. She had been telling the “Im fine” Fib but her nose was betraying her so she decided to think of a way to put it into good fun.

"Okay, Syrah," she said to herself, determination shining in her eyes. "Time to turn this curse into something fun and helpful!"

The Ring Toss Idea

She wandered outside to the palace garden, where Gwen was playing with a small group of children, looking for something to do. Inspiration struck her. Syrah quickly grabbed a few rings from a nearby game set and walked over to the kids. With her nose already long enough, this should be a piece of cake! "Hey, how about we play a new game?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The kids looked at her, intrigued. "What game?" one of them asked.

"Ring toss!" Syrah grinned. "But with a twist."

She bent her nose slightly upward and held the rings up to each. The children gasped in awe as they realized what she was planning. Syrah stood still, her nose acting as the perfect post, and the children took turns tossing rings onto it. Laughter filled the garden as the rings landed one after another, some falling off, others staying on. "This is so much fun!" a little girl exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. Syrah beamed, feeling a sense of pride and happiness she hadn't experienced in a long time. "See? My nose isn't just for show!"

The Crochet Experiment

Later that day, Syrah found herself in her room, thinking about what else she could do with her curse. As she sat down on her bed, her eyes looked around her as if responding to some subconscious thought as they landed on a ball of yarn. "Wait a minute..." she muttered, an idea forming in her mind. She grabbed some yarn and a crochet hook from her crafting supplies and began experimenting. 

Since her nose was already extended, she carefully used it to loop the yarn, creating a surprisingly neat chain of stitches. "Hmm, I think I’m onto something here!" Syrah said, smiling to herself. She spent the next few hours practicing, and by the end of the day, she had managed to crochet a small, albeit slightly wonky, scarf. It was far from perfect, but Syrah was thrilled with her progress. "I can't believe it! Who knew my nose could be so useful for crafting?" 

Over the next few days, Syrah continued to find creative uses for her curse. Whether it was helping her friends of the club with chores, making new friends with fun games, or crafting unique items for her loved ones, she was determined to prove that her curse could be a blessing in disguise. With every new discovery, Syrah grew more confident, learning to embrace her curse not as a flaw, but as a unique and valuable part of who she was.

^^^ @omega-e123

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please

*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?

THE VOTES ARE IN!

I will be doing the Ghost x Fem! Reader angst/comfort fix! Writer Grem is also working on a Donnie angst so be prepared -

Much love!!!

Writer Icy<3

Misunderstood By Society (4)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! Gn! Reader

Warnings :Posted here

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The silence between us stretched, heavy but not suffocating. I remained still, keeping a respectful distance, my hands loose at my sides—neither defensive nor threatening.

König hadn’t moved at first, just watching me from beneath his hood. I could feel his stare, could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, analyzing, waiting.

Then, slowly, his large hand reached for the paper cup on the table.

I didn’t react, didn’t make a sound, only kept my posture relaxed as he lifted his hood just enough to expose his mouth. I barely caught a glimpse of his pale skin, the sharp cut of his jawline, before he tipped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.

I made a mental note: Refuses water. Either out of habit or distrust.

Behind the two-way mirror, I could almost hear the stunned silence from Jacobs and the guards. They had expected a fight, a struggle. Instead, they got this—quiet cooperation.

I turned my attention back to König. He had tensed again, his hands gripping the edge of the table like he was waiting for something. A reprimand? A sarcastic comment? I wasn’t sure.

So I did the opposite.

I spoke.

Softly, steadily.

But not about him. Not about his medication. Not about the asylum.

"Back home, I had a neighbor who kept pigeons," I said, keeping my voice even. "He used to feed them by hand every morning, and they’d always come back to him."

König didn’t move. He didn’t respond, either, but he didn’t tell me to shut up.

I continued. "One day, a hawk showed up, and the pigeons wouldn’t land anymore. They were too scared. The neighbor was frustrated, thought they had abandoned him." I exhaled through my nose, a small huff of amusement. "But I told him they weren’t gone. They were just waiting for the hawk to leave."

Another beat of silence. Then—

"What is your point?"

His voice was sharp, edged with something unreadable, and thick with an Austrian accent. His words were clipped, like he wasn’t used to speaking much.

I didn’t react to his tone. Didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen. Instead, I turned slightly, tilting my head at him in mild curiosity.

"My point?" I mused. "Maybe the pigeons aren’t the problem. Maybe the hawk is."

A pause. His grip on the table tightened. I could almost hear the way his teeth clenched behind the fabric of his hood.

"You think I am the hawk?" His words had a bite to them, an almost mocking edge.

I considered that for a moment, then shook my head. "No. I think you’re the one waiting for it to leave."

His breath hitched, just slightly, before he scoffed—sharp and quiet. "You think you are very smart, ja?"

I smiled faintly. "No. Just observant."

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying me, weighing my words.

I didn’t press him. I didn’t need to. Instead, I did something simple—something human.

I extended my hand.

A handshake.

A basic, polite gesture. One that said, I acknowledge you. I see you.

His posture went rigid, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with the gesture. He stared at my outstretched hand like it was something foreign, something unfamiliar.

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then, just as I thought he wouldn’t take it—

His fingers twitched.

And slowly, cautiously, he reached out.

His hand dwarfed mine, rough and scarred, his grip firm but not crushing.

It lasted only a second before he pulled away, retreating slightly like he had just given something away.

I didn’t comment on it. I simply nodded, as if that single moment had said enough.

Behind the mirror, I knew Jacobs was seething, the guards stunned.

But I didn’t care.

I wasn’t here to control König.

I was here to understand him.

Misunderstood By Society (2)

Asylum Patient Konig x GN!Doctor! reader

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The staff locker room smelled faintly of bleach and old metal, the fluorescent lights casting everything in a pale, washed-out glow. I stood in front of my assigned locker, methodically placing my items inside—badge, clipboard, patient files, my white coat, and a thicker one for when the building’s heating inevitably failed in certain wings.

A quiet humming sound caught my attention before a cheerful voice followed. “New doctor, huh? You must be Dr. Y/N.” I turned, meeting the gaze of a woman in blue scrubs, her ID tag reading Miss Nessi. She was petite, her dark hair pinned back neatly, and she had the kind of warmth in her smile that made her seem out of place in a place like this.

“That’s me,” I replied, shutting my locker. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you,” she said, leaning against the lockers. “Wiles told me you’d be working with König. You’ve got guts.” I only nodded. People kept telling me that, and I didn’t know yet if it was a compliment or a warning.

Another voice cut in, this one male. “I was supposed to be his personal caretaker before you arrived. Guess they thought he needed a fresh face.”

I turned again and immediately felt a shift in the air. The man standing there—*Dave Jacobs,* according to his badge—was tall, well-built, and undeniably attractive by most standards. But something about him set my nerves on edge. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered too long or how his smirk didn’t quite reach them.

“That means you and I will be working together closely,” he added smoothly, stepping just a little too close. “Guess that makes us partners, yeah?” I didn’t react, merely grabbing my clipboard from the locker and shutting it. “Only when I’m not here,” I said flatly.

For a split second, something flickered in his expression—something cold—but it was gone just as quickly. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair like he was in some kind of movie. “Don’t worry. I’ll take *good* care of him when you’re not around.” I didn’t answer, just turned to Miss Nessi, who gave me a look that said I know.

I made quick work of my things, not wanting to linger. I wasn’t scheduled to meet König until tomorrow, so for now, I busied myself with walking the asylum, familiarizing myself with the halls, the layout, and—most of all—the details.

I noticed everything. The smudges on the tile from worn-down shoes. The faint scent of stale cigarettes despite the “No Smoking” signs. The scratches on the walls, some fresh, some years old. Some carved with fingernails, others with something sharper.

The workers moved about in careful patterns, some chatting, others moving in silence. But something about them—most of them—felt off. I couldn’t place it yet, but it was there, lingering beneath the surface.

I thought about my empty home, about the dinner I had waiting for me, a simple meal I’d probably eat alone at my kitchen table. It was better than nothing.

Then—

BZZT!

The intercom crackled to life, the voice coming through sharp and direct:

“Code Yellow. Staff to Wing C. Repeat, Code Yellow.”

I froze, instinct kicking in. Someone had been hit by a patient.

Miss Nessi, who had been walking nearby, grabbed my arm before I could move. “Don’t. Security’s handling it.”

I hesitated, glancing down the hall. Already, orderlies and doctors were moving quickly toward Wing C. But something in my gut twisted.

I had only been here a short time, but I could already feel it—something about the asylum wasn’t right. And I had a feeling that König was only the beginning.

Ya'll im stuck-

Please pick. I have two ideas and idk who to write first-

So- Ive got an idea for a 2012! Raph x Insomniac Reader who has insomnia and sleep paralysis and she calls him at ungodly hours (which he acts super grumpy about) but refuses to hang up until she "goes to bed" n its all cute n fluffy-

ORRR

I write a slight angst/comfort fic of Ghost x Fem!Reader where their in a serious situation and reader see's her bestfriend die and she panics almost getting someone else+herself killed and Ghost snaps at her-

UGH okay yall can vote- both are in drafts rn help me out-

Writer Icy<3

OMG, okay, I would love to make a request. May I please request Cursed Princess Club? Gwen, Renée, and Monika with an s/o who is a chain smoker?

Their s/o smokes a LOT and is struggling to quit. My grandpa used to have a terrible smoking addiction, but he quit when I was born.

Cursed Princess Club and a chain smoker S/o

Gwen, Renée, Monika x GN! Reader, all separate

EEE Okay this was a cute ask<33 I love the CPC and it was a huge comfort for this bc of how many chain smokers I have in my family, the struggles are hard not only for the smoker but the people around them. I hope this is good! Enjoy :D

-Writer Icy<3

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Gwen

Gwen's Concerned Encouragement: Gwen gently suggests alternative activities to distract the reader from smoking, like baking together or trying new hobbies, and shares healthy snacks to help curb the cravings.

Adventure Distractions: Gwen invites the reader on a trip to the cursed princess club spot as a distraction in hopes the others can give you some different ideas.

Accidental Magic Solution: Gwen's friends try to help with an object spell and it accidentally causes the reader's cigarettes to turn into harmless objects, like flowers or bubbles, whenever they try to smoke. They both laugh about it, and Gwen apologizes, offering to help in other ways.

Renée

Health Talk with Renée: Renée, concerned for the reader's health, has a serious but supportive “conversation” through writing about the dangers of smoking and the benefits of quitting.

Nature Therapy: Renée encourages the reader to channel their cravings and anxiety into a nature-based expression, like taking walks and feeding the swans with her, as a way to manage stress without smoking.

Magic Potion Attempt: Renée tries to create a potion to help the reader quit smoking, but it has unpredictable effects, leading to humorous or touching moments as they figure out the right formula. Its enjoyable and appreciated as she tries her hardest to help you.

Monika

Fashion and Distraction: Monika distracts the reader from smoking by engaging them in fashion design projects, making over old clothes, or trying out new looks, emphasizing the fresh start that quitting can symbolize. Lots of accessories she finds she will distract you by telling you about each one.

Stealthy Sabotage: Monika sneakily replaces the reader's cigarettes with herbal alternatives, trying to wean them off nicotine without them noticing, leading to a funny confrontation when the reader finds out. It was like smoking a flower, smelled nice, tasted funny so you knew something was up.

Supportive Sisterhood: Monika organizes a support group with other members of the Cursed Princess Club, where they share their struggles and offer advice and encouragement to the reader in their journey to quit smoking. That part helps the most. Everyone has their own coping methods for their struggles so you take the advice and Monika helps you slowly to pull away from it

Happy Holidays!!

Okay so I finished everything in my ibox!!! Im so sorry if I didnt do your request, I just did what was sitting so i think tumblr ate some stuff!

Either waaayyy I had times where I woke up and randomly started writing stuff! SOOO I will be posting those!! Much love and Happy holidays to everyone!

-Writer Icy<3