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andrew bryniarski as leatherface/thomas hewitt THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING 2006 | dir. jonathan liebesman

Let Me Take Care of You

Word count: 1900

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Notes: A small, very light and cute one-shot in response to a post I saw a while ago. I really love Katakuri, and I’ve been wanting to write for him for a while, but I didn’t have a real project involving him. So when I saw your post, @mew-ya , I decided to go for it. I found your idea adorable, and it inspired this piece. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless. I’m taking this chance to say that I really love your art, and your OC Maren is so cool! I absolutely love the duo he forms with Katakuri! 😍

Tags: Katakuri x gn!Reader, fluff, comfort, reader needs rest, SFW. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

You’ve lost track of the days.

Since the failure of Pudding’s wedding, chaos has taken over Whole Cake Island, and rumors of the Charlotte Family’s disgrace are spreading like wildfire across the seas of the New World.

Alliances have been shaken, mistrust is eating away at the bonds woven between the different factions, and the pressure on Big Mom’s powerful family has become unbearable.

You were thrown into this turmoil immediately.

Your days blur together without pause, dictated by tense meetings, endless negotiations, and discussions where every word is carefully weighed. Even though she is not currently on the island, the Empress’s shadow looms over every exchange, and the slightest misstep could prove fatal.

But it’s not just the allies you have to deal with.

The Charlotte family members themselves have become more demanding, more impatient. They want guarantees, results, immediate solutions. You barely have time to breathe between requests.

"Prepare a detailed report on this week’s commercial movements." "We need to review the treaty conditions, make sure the new proposals are drafted by tomorrow." "Tell the cook I want a special dessert, now." "Why hasn’t this file been sent yet?" " The ministers of Totto Land are meeting in an hour, make sure everything is ready.."

Each demand piles on top of the last, forming a mountain of responsibilities that never seems to shrink.

You barely sleep, sometimes you forget to eat, but you don’t have the luxury of slowing down.

As Katakuri’s spouse, you cannot afford to fail.

Fortunately, you are never truly alone. There is always someone – or rather something – there to assist you without you even needing to lift a finger.

The Homies are everywhere around you. These little sentient beings, created by Big Mom, seem to anticipate your every need.

When you sit at your desk, a chair slides under you before you even pull it out.

When you reach for a pen, one of them is already handing it to you, practically vibrating with enthusiasm at the idea of serving you.

When an endless discussion with influential members of the Charlotte family leaves your throat dry, a cup of hot tea magically appears on the table in front of you, placed on a tray by a Homie who doesn’t say a word, preferring to slip away as soon as its task is complete.

If your stomach lets out a quiet growl - which you usually ignore, too focused on your work - a plate of food is suddenly placed beside you. Carefully chosen snacks, never too heavy, just enough to give you a boost of energy without forcing you to stop for too long. You’ve gotten used to eating without thinking, mechanically swallowing whatever is placed in front of you between two paragraphs, two reports, two meetings.

The Homies chatter cheerfully and frenetically around you, and you absentmindedly nod in acknowledgment, accepting what they offer without truly paying attention.

Everything is fluid, organized, almost too perfect. You never have to ask for anything. Everything you need is already there. You accept this silent help as a given, without questioning its origin, without even imagining that someone might be behind it all.

And yet…

That night, you are far too absorbed in your work to wonder about this strange phenomenon.

For weeks, you’ve been stringing together meetings and negotiations with relentless discipline. You barely sleep, you forget to eat, and whenever Katakuri tries to remind you to take a break, you always give him the same answer:

"I’m fine."

No.

You are not fine.

He has been watching you for days, waiting.

Each night, you stay awake long after Katakuri returns from his own missions. Sometimes, he finds you still sitting at your desk at dawn, dark circles under your eyes, fingers tightly gripping a pen or a stack of documents.

Katakuri is not a man of many words. He prefers to observe, to understand. He knows how to spot a crack before it becomes a fracture, how to anticipate a collapse before it’s too late.

And everything about you screams collapse.

He saw it in your posture, more tense than before. In your breathing, shorter. In your hands, trembling ever so slightly, a movement so subtle that no one else would notice.

But he sees everything.

He has been watching you, silently. He knows that look, the look of someone refusing to admit they are pushing past their own limits. He has seen it too often in himself, in his brothers and sisters… but seeing it in you is unbearable.

That night, it’s the last straw.

He comes back late from a mission and, just as he expected, you’re still awake, hunched over a desk buried under paperwork. You don’t even lift your head when he enters.

"You’re home late," you remark absentmindedly, scribbling something on an urgent mission report.

He doesn’t answer.

He has stopped in front of your desk, observing you in silence. He doesn’t need words to understand.

He has watched you exhaust yourself day after day, the fatigue deepening under your eyes, the stiffness settling into your body. He has noted every little sign: the dark circles, the slight thinness of your fingers, the way your shoulders tense under stress.

You want to be perfect.

You want everything to be under control, every task carried out with impeccable precision. Because you refuse to be a burden. Because you refuse to let anyone doubt your worth.

He knows this obsession. He knows what it’s like to want to be infallible.

But he also knows what it costs.

He steps closer and gently takes hold of your wrist, stopping your frantic movements. When he lifts your chin with his other hand to lock eyes with you, his expression is filled with concern.

His skin is warm against yours.

"You’re trembling," he states.

You pull slightly against his grip, trying to free yourself. But he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t squeeze too hard, doesn’t try to restrain you—only to hold you there, to make you understand that he won’t let this slide.

"I’m fine," you breathe out.

A lie.

Again.

And he’s had enough of hearing them.

"Did you take the time to eat properly today?" he asks.

Your gaze wavers.

"How much sleep have you gotten this week?"

You finally pull away, barely concealing your frustration.

"Kata, I don’t have time to rest. I have to make sure everything runs smoothly. The family has already suffered enough losses, I can’t…"

"You can’t what?"

He interrupts you, his voice slightly sharper. He doesn’t need to raise his tone.

"You can’t show the slightest weakness? Do you think that’s what will prove you deserve your place here?"

You clench your teeth.

"I have to be up to the task. After the disaster of Pudding’s wedding, we have to prove that we are still reliable. You don’t understand…"

"Don’t talk to me as if I don’t know what it means to carry a burden."

Silence falls. He still doesn’t break eye contact.

Then, without warning, he moves around the desk and lifts you effortlessly, his movements fluid and controlled. A small gasp of surprise escapes you, but he doesn’t give you the chance to protest further.

"Kata! Put me down right now, I have work to do!"

"No. Not tonight!"

His tone is firm.

He doesn’t slow down as he carries you away from your desk.

With slow but determined steps, he crosses the room. Every muscle in his body seems tense, not with anger, but with unwavering resolve and he gently sets you down on the couch before disappearing into the adjacent room.

You hear faint sounds: the opening of a cupboard, the soft clinking of porcelain.

A few moments later, he returns. In one hand, a thick, warm blanket. In the other, a steaming cup of tea.

Without a word, he drapes the blanket over you. Then, he places the cup in your hands. The contact of the warm ceramic against your fingers sends a slight shiver through you. You want to protest, to argue that you don’t need this, that you have to get back to work. But the moment the warmth of the cup seeps into your hands, something inside you cracks.

An invisible tension you weren’t even aware of carrying begins to fade, little by little. Your back, usually rigid and straight, sinks slightly against the couch. You slowly lower your gaze to the cup.

And suddenly, everything clicks into place.

The Homies who always seem to know exactly what you need. The snacks that appear without you asking. The supplies, the reports, the documents that always seem to be within reach.

It wasn’t coincidence.

It wasn’t just the Homies diligently doing their jobs.

It was him.

Katakuri.

Since the very beginning, he had made sure you ate, even when you were too absorbed in your work to think about it. He had ensured you stayed hydrated, that your belongings remained in order, that nothing was missing.

He had anticipated your every need, orchestrating everything in the shadows, without ever expecting anything in return. Without even telling you.

You slowly lift your eyes to him.

He says nothing.

He stands there, tall and imposing, arms crossed, watching you with that unwavering, piercing gaze. But there is no reproach, no irritation in his expression.

Only patience. And determination.

"You lecture me when I skip a meal, when I don’t get enough sleep… But what about you? Who takes care of you?"

You lower your eyes, unable to respond.

Because he’s right.

He sighs again and settles next to you. Then, to your great surprise, he loosens the scarf covering his face and lets it fall onto his lap.

This simple gesture is a silent declaration of trust, a way to show you that you are important enough for him to lower this barrier. One that he never lets down in front of anyone.

Katakuri never shows his face.

Even in your presence, he always ensures he stays in the shadows. He doesn’t want you to see him too clearly. He doesn’t want to witness that flicker of fear or disgust he has seen far too many times in others’ eyes. Even though you have told him, again and again, that his face neither frightens nor repulses you.

But that’s not the kind of thing one believes easily after a lifetime of rejection.

So, he never responded.

He never told you that he believes you, that he accepts your words.

But to you, it isn’t necessary. He doesn’t need to say it. You have understood for a long time that his scarf is not just an accessory.

It is his wall.

His shield.

And yet, tonight, he lets it fall.

Not for just anyone.

For you.

Right now, in this moment, there are no negotiations, no reports to write, no alliances to manage. There is only him, you, and this bubble of quiet he is trying to offer you.

He gently removes the cup from your hands and sets it on the table beside you.

Then, without a word, he reaches for the blanket he gave you earlier and wraps it around both of you, pulling you close to ensure the warmth envelops you both.

You take a deep breath, and the familiar scent of Katakuri soothes you more than you’d like to admit.

Little by little, your resistance fades. Your body gives in to exhaustion, and you let yourself lean into him.

You fought sleep for a moment, your mind still reluctant to completely surrender, but one last glance at him was enough to make you understand.

You can finally let go in complete safety.

Katakuri will not leave.

He will watch over you.

As he always has, in silence, in the shadows, without ever asking for recognition.

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CHERRY BLOSSOM PT: 3

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Pt 1 Pt 2

Summary: You and Leo spend the night getting to know each other on your balcony.

Warnings: Mild swearing!

Requested: ???

GN Reader!

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You hummed quietly to yourself as you trimmed one of the ferns on your balcony.

You were currently waiting for Leo to arrive, as the two of you had planned to spend some time getting to know each other better.

You had spent a fair amount of time with the blur clad turtle, what with him visiting every now and again to, "Check in." as he said, and the occasional texting.

You didn't mind though, you liked it when he visited. You learned quite a bit about him, like how he had three younger brother's, and that they were all named after famous renaissance painters.

Just as you had traded your trimmers for the watering can, a familiar thump! sounded behind you, alerting you of Leonardo's arrival.

You glanced back with a smile, then moved to water your orchid, "Fancy meeting you here."

Leo chuckled, "Indeed, do you come here often?"

"You could say that."

The two of you devolved into a fit of childish giggles, "That's so stupid." you said, giggling.

Leo shook his head as he chuckled, "Yeah. yeah it is. How have you been anyway? Anymore trouble with Purple Dragons?"

"Nope," You said as you examined your cherry tree, "Infact, last time I saw afew of them, they literally ran in the other direction."

"Well at least you don't have to worry about getting mugged."

"I suppose there is that." you agreed, then asked, "Speaking of mugging, shouldn't you be on patrol? I know we planned to meet and all, but still. I don't want to be the reason you miss a patrol."

Leo shook his head, a small smile gracing his features, "No, my brothers offered to let me have the night off, so don't worry about that."

You hummed in response, examining the buds of your tulips. The two of you talked for a while, different topics coming and going, until eventually the topic of gardening came up.

Leo offhandedly metion that he had a few bonsai trees back at his home, and when you asked if he'd ever seen them bloom, he replied that, no, they had never been able to bloom due to lack of sunlight.

"Well you could bring them here. I'd be more than happy to help take care of them, plus it gives you an excuse to visit more often."

Leo chuckled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

You blushed lightly throwing a pebble at is forehead, "Shut up. You don't have to bring them here, I was just saying that maybe-"

"I'd actually appreaciate it if you'd allow me to bring them over. You know alot more about plants than I do, and you can tell me if maybe I've been doing something wrong." Leo picked up the extra watering can you kept, and he started to water some of the other flowers, "And like you said, it gives me an excuse to visit more often."

You giggled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

Leo laughed, shaking his head and continued help you tend to your plants. After some more time together, the two of you agreed he could drop by with the bonsai sometime that Saturday.

You looked at the time on your phone with a sigh, "It's getting really late, and I have work tommorow."

Leo nodded, "I should probably be getting home soon anyhow, I do need to make sure my brothers returned in one piece afterall."

The two of you said a quiet good-bye, and you watched as Leo lept away over the rooftops.

As you lay comfortably in bed, you smile softly to yourself, the promise of seeing Leo that coming Saturday easing you into the comfort of dreamland.

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Hey! Can you write a story between Donnie x ghost reader where the reader is trying to be in contact with Donnie but he tries to ignore the signs of a ghost due to their “nonexistent presence”? I felt inspired by Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Roy Webley!

This seems like so much fun to write!! Hope you like it!

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Ghosts Aren’t Real

Rise!Donnie X Ghost!Reader

Genre: Angst; Fluff in Part 2

Relationship: Dating

Pronouns: Feminine (She/Her)

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, mild language

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When (Y/N) died during the Kraang invasion, Donnie locked himself in his lab for weeks the second he and his brothers returned to the lair.

He refused to talk about her and actively avoided Leo as he reminded him of (Y/N)‘s sacrifice, whether he spoke about it or not.

Donnie had met her before he met April. When he was overstimulated, (Y/N) was the only person that could distract him. She worked alongside him in his lab almost daily. They made great progress in so many projects. Now they were all scraped.

No.

Donnie was making something better.

Maybe it was morally irresponsible, but he needed (Y/N) back.

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The scientist removed his mask and wiped his brow, sighing as he stared up at his invention.

Although he hadn’t eaten in several hours, he was ready to finally begin his biggest experiment of all time.

The purple turtle slowly walked over to the lever jutting up from the ground before remembering something crucial. He ambled over to his desk and grabbed one of (Y/N)’s many possessions: a red sweater.

After placing it in the middle of his invention, he walked back over to the lever and took a deep breath. Donnie went to pull it down, but he hesitated.

“Fuck…” he cursed. He knew he would question his own actions. He knew (Y/N) would question his actions. His brothers. April and Casey.

Donnie’s fear wasn’t that the people around him would reprimand him of bringing someone back to life.

His fear was his karma.

The invasion had drastically changed the turtle’s mindset. Despite being extremely logical, Donnie now feared that he would change his future the same way he and his brothers had. One wrong move and this could come back to bite him worse than any invasion ever could.

Donnie forcibly shook himself out of that mindset. He had spent countless hours on designing a machine that could coincide with his Ninpō and synthetic DNA recreation. All of this couldn’t have been for nothing.

Readjusting his grip on the handle, Donnie flung the lever to the other side, and the machine began to power up. The red sweater slowly floated up, his purple-hued Ninpō suspending the clothing item in the air.

Once the machine was fully powered, the turtle grabbed a remote with a singular red button on it.

“Here goes everything…” Donnie exhaled before pushing the button down with his thumb.

Before he could lift his finger up, the machine exploded, sending rippling vibrations throughout the lab. The turtle was forced back into his desk, papers scattering and mugs half filled with cold coffee shattering on the ground.

When the kicked up debris finally dissipated, Donnie realized that his invention was destroyed.

He spent the night cursing himself wondering why he thought he could play God by bringing someone back from the dead. He should’ve known it would end in disaster.

• • •

Upon waking up in the morning… afternoon, rather, Donnie stretched before scratching the back of his neck. He groaned as he’d realized that he’d fallen asleep in his cold, desolate lab instead of his comfortable bed.

Knowing his shell would eventually make him pay—as he aged—for his posture, the turtle quickly sat up and began his journey to his bathroom.

He tried not to think of his previous failure of bringing his late girlfriend back, but the thought consumed him as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Donnie imagined himself with (Y/N) for the rest of his foreseeable future. She was his everything; she even rivaled his love for science. If she wasn’t there, then who would hand him his morning, afternoon, and evening coffee? Who would bring him metal scraps from the surface—not out of demand, but kindness? Who would bring him out of his overstimulated funks?

Would he have to do all of that himself again?

After thinking of that last question, the air disturbingly changed. It was unusually cold in the bathroom as Donnie looked around for the source of the freezing temperature.

Only after a few seconds, the cold subsided and the uneasy feeling left with it.

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A few days passed and Donnie hadn’t made any progress on any of his projects. But not because of a lack a creativity caused of (Y/N)‘s death, rather, every since the strange incident in the bathroom, more odd occurrences had taken place.

Two days prior, a pile of blueprints fell to the ground despite being pushed away from the edge of his desk. And once he placed them back with a paperweight on top, they fell again within a couple minutes.

The next day, he was freezing cold for the majority of the morning. The thermostat was at a decent level, so he decided to just wrap himself in a blanket until the cold subsided later in the day.

Now today… nothing happened. Everything proceeded as normal: Donnie worked relentlessly on creating another plan to bring back (Y/N), his conscience drowned out by his ambition.

But later that night while the scientist attempted to sleep, he suddenly had the creeping feeling that he was being watched.

Donatello pushed the covers off of him and glanced around his room. He didn’t see anybody. The turtle turned on his flashlight on his phone and looked around again. And again, nothing. Nobody. But there had to have been somebody somewhere watching him, otherwise why would he be feeling a pair of eyes on him?

As the thought passed, Donnie could’ve sworn that he’d heard a whisper. It was faint and intelligible, but unnerving.

“Donnie…”

It was as clear as day. Donnie had heard the whisper again.

The turtle leapt from his bed, landing hard on the concrete floor. “Fuck!” He swore before looking up towards his bed. “Who’s there?!”

There was no answer.

“Goddamnit…” Donnie swore again as he picked up his bow staff and began his search of the lab.

After searching the lab and turning up nothing, Donnie expected to feel calmer, but he felt exactly the opposite. That whisper of his name happened directly into his ear. Inches away from his head. There was no way that somebody could whisper in his ear and then dart back into the lab without Donnie seeing them.

Despite his nerves, he began the journey back to his room.

“Donnie!”

The scientist spun around. Surely he was crazy; he’d just heard the voice again. It was much louder and uncannily familiar.

“Boo…!” The voice was right next to the scientist’s left ear.

Donnie yelped as he threw himself to the ground and aimed his phone to his left. Unlike the other times he’d turn and see nobody…

…he did see somebody.

“(Y/N)…?”

The girl laughed. “You don’t know how entertaining this has been.”

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I’m splitting this into two parts bc this is getting too long 😭 will have part 2 up soon!

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