"Fatherly Advice"

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.

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-Writer Icy ♡

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."

ITS FIXED NOW!! CHAPTER 4 AND 5 ARE UP!

DAMMIT.

Okay so part 4 of Misunderstoof by society disappeared but luckily I saved it in my notes...

Gonna have to delete 5, put 4, then repost 5 again...IM SORY GUYS IM SO SORRY....I'll be updating my ML as well ugh

Thank you to the person who commented on which part it was, I would've never noticed that if it weren't for you😭😭😭😭❤️

Well, at some point I had to show up here... Hello!!!

I have read most of your writings, I love them.

How have you been? How have you feeling?

A question, do you think you can do a SBG x reader text? Some angst, I don't know... Maybe something to do with the Phantom world where the reader is so badly injured that his/her life is in danger, and the way each of the teenagers reacts.

(Only if you can, flower for you 🌹)

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Recently, I threw out a storry on the reader sacrificing themselves for Tyler/Aiden and how theyd react, you can find it Here!!

If you want a more different story or headcannons or something, definitely dont hesitate to ask!! :))

Much love!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Okay Update: I'm sorry for not posting much! Going through a hard time with emotions and mental health, I'll be okay!! Please send in requests, it helps aloooot!! Please don't fear us, we won't juuudgeee!!!

Here's a snipit of a story for a Platonic/Father figure Master Splinter x Fem! Reader who likes Donnie and needs advice on how to feel

-Writer Icy<3

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Splinter opened his eyes and looked at her with a kind and knowing gaze. "Sit, my child. Tell me what troubles you."

Y/n took a deep breath and sat cross-legged before the wise old rat. "I... I think I've fallen in love with Donatello," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward between us."

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Enjoy that little snippet! I'll try to update tonight or sometime today if I can!!! Please Request guys🥹🙏🏻🙏🏻

I FINALLY DID IT-

I created my little sona-

I actually really like this, I'm not the artist though, Grem is so this is a work in progress🥹 anywaayyy, bare with me-

Writer Icy <3

Oh my Love

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Domestic shorts with the boys on Christmas Eve

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Sylus

The Onychinus leader rarely indulged in domesticity, but tonight was different. His usually sharp demeanor softened as he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, assisting you with a clumsy attempt at baking cookies.

“Sylus,” you teased, smirking as he managed to get flour on his face. “You’re supposed to mix it, not attack it.”

His amber eyes narrowed playfully. “If your instructions weren’t as vague as your bedtime stories, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

You chuckled, stepping closer to wipe the flour off his cheek. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “I’m not much for holidays,” he murmured, his voice low. “But if they’re with you…” His lips ghosted over yours, making your heart flutter.

Later, you sat in front of a modest tree, wrapped in his arms as the fire crackled. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on your skin, and for once, the galaxy’s troubles felt light-years away.

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Xavier

Xavier's refined taste transformed your living room into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights, elegant garlands, and the perfect tree stood as his handiwork. “It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring his work.

“It pales in comparison to you,” Xavier replied, his silver hair catching the soft glow of the lights. He handed you a mug of hot cocoa and guided you to the couch.

You spent the evening wrapped in his arms, his soothing voice reading a classic Christmas story as snow fell outside. Every word felt like a melody, his love evident in every glance he gave you.

When the story ended, he tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, his smile as soft as the snowfall.

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Rafayel

Rafayel’s laugh echoed through the cabin as you threw another snowball his way. “You think you can take me down?” he teased, dodging with ease.

“Maybe!” you shot back, managing to land a hit on his chest. He feigned hurt, clutching his heart dramatically before rushing toward you.

Before you could escape, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you in a circle. You squealed, laughing as he fell back into the snow with you in tow.

Lying beside each other, gazing at the stars, Rafayel brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You make even the coldest nights warm,” he murmured. His lips found yours, the kiss both playful and tender.

Later, back inside, you sipped mulled wine by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with him. The mischievous glint in his eyes softened into something deeper as he held you close.

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Zayne

Zayne was surprisingly skilled at decorating, meticulously placing ornaments on the tree. “You’re such a perfectionist,” you teased, watching as he adjusted a bow for the third time.

“Details matter,” he replied, smirking. “Besides, I want this to be perfect for you.”

Once the tree was finished, he dimmed the lights, letting the soft glow of the decorations take center stage. He pulled you to the couch, where a cozy blanket and a platter of your favorite snacks awaited.

You leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat as a holiday movie played in the background. “I never thought I’d enjoy something this... domestic,” he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple. “Merry Christmas, my heart,” he said, pulling you closer. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his love.

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

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

That's all I got 🥲 sadly

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

Srry if disturbed!

Take care of yourself too!

"Your practically naked!!"

Poly! SBG Gang x Fem! Reader

Hrgagahda this was actually kinda funny to write

Sorry im taking forever :')

-Writer Icy<3

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

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

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

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

And then you showed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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