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barbie and friday the 13th

Getting the boys to draw your tattoo TMNT x platonic!gn!reader

I will also be doing a romantic reader as well!!

Description: the boys are like family to you so you get the boys to draw something small not knowing you’re getting it tattooed on yourself

You’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. You’ve been thinking about how you don’t really have family nearby, not like you’re very close to them anyways, and you’ve been thinking about how the boys have been the best family you could’ve asked for. They took you in when you were going through tough times and they have been your best friends throughout your lifetime. You’ve been trying to show them how important they are to you and you saw a trend on tiktok where someone gets their family to draw a flower and get it tattooed on them. The reactions of the family members were so cute and honestly, what a better way to show your appreciation and love for your family. 

You went to Donnie’s lab and asked for a piece of paper and pen and immediately asked him to draw a flower on it. Donnie looked at you and then at the paper that was being shoved in his face by you. “Uhh, sure. Is there a particular flower you want me to draw?” You thought for a moment and just gave a small smile, “I’m sure you have a favorite one, why don’t you draw that?” Donnie smiled and said, “Of course I have one.” He took his time when it came to drawing a lotus flower and as he drew it, he rambled on about the meaning behind it and the medicinal purposes it had in the past. Every now and then, he would scrunch his nose at it not being perfect, but eventually he was pleased with the outcome and handed it over to you. You took a good look at it and felt yourself smile at how cute it looked. “Is it good enough?” he asked you. “Oh, it’s perfect, Don. Thank you!” you said and gave him a quick hug. One that was immediately returned. 

You were thinking of which one of the brothers would be the hardest to get them to draw a flower and your mind landed on Leo. Yeah, he's definitely going to be the last one on your list. You were about to go look for Raph when you’re suddenly picked up and your back is flush against their chest with a loud yell of your name and you start to giggle as Mikey spins. “You gotta watch out angel! I almost slammed into you,” Mikey says as he puts you down on his skateboard. You put the pieces together and realize you walked in his way. How convenient. “Come chill with me for a minute amigo(a),” he put his hands on your waist and guided you towards the couch as you tried to balance on the board. As soon as you got into the living room area you both sat down on the couch as Mikey started up a game that he wanted you to play with him. You ended up playing the game with him for a while before you remembered the original plan you had for the day. After losing the round you were in you gave a dramatic sigh after Mikey’s loud cheer. “If only, you could make it up to me for beating me in the first round,” you emphasized with an even longer, dragged out sigh as you lay across his lap to make sure you have his full attention. “Ok, ok! What can I do?” you handed him a piece of paper and a pen, “I would love a lil flower from my favorite ‘arteest’.” “Awww, yeah I can do that for you angelbaby.” You sit up with a big smile on your face and watch as he does a dahlia with great detail. You loved it so much, but you know the other two turtles aren’t going to be as professional. You didn’t say anything about it though because you love the fact that they’ll all be unique to them. “Is this good enough Y/N?” “Oh, Mikey. It’s perfect! Thank you so much!” You knocked him back from the force of your hug which made the both of you laugh and as Mikey sat you both up, he gave you a small peck on your forehead. Before he could ask why you wanted it, you were up and running to go find Raph.

You didn’t hear him moving around in the workout room so you headed to his room. You knocked on his door and before he could finish saying “come in” you practically kicked the door open and walked in to see him reading a comic. He sighed at how you barged in, but other than that, he didn’t look up from the pages he was reading. “Raph, you better move the comic,” you warned. “Oh yeah? Or else what shorty?” You closed the door and backed up against the door before leaning forward a bit as you were about to give yourself a head-start. He knew immediately what you were about to do and his eyes widened a bit, “Hey hey! Wait!” but it was too late you were already using the end of his bed to help you jump up as you were about to body slam him into the bed. He was quick enough to at least grab the pillow from next to him to place on his chest. You landed hard on his chest but it was much softer than what it would’ve been without the pillow. It helps when he also prevents you from bouncing off of him and landing on the ground instead because he wrapped his arm around you. Raph couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle after you let out a groan. “If only yuh thought that one through.” You just rested your head against his chest with a small, “noted”. He let out another chuckle as he started to gently rub your back with his thumb and looked back at his comic in his other hand. You nearly fell asleep until you turned your head to see what comic he was reading, only to see Poison Ivy. You are once again reminded of your mission. You place your chin on his chest as you look up to ask him your question. “Hey Raphie?” “Hmm” “Can I ask you a favor?” “Depends. Do I gotta get up?” You shook your head and he looked down at you with a small exhale from his nose, “Ight. What do I gotta do?” You moved onto the empty side of his bed and brought out the paper and pen. “All you gotta do is draw a flower and I’ll be outta your hair.” He grabbed the pen and paper and almost looked shy about it. “I ain’t as good of a drawer as Mikey.” “That’s ok! It can be a simple flower. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy.” He looked back down at the paper in his hand and then he let out a small sigh. “Ight,” he said as he started drawing a small sunflower. You smiled knowing you love sunflowers and that he decided to draw your favorite just because you asked him. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He finished it up and handed it to you and you thanked him before giving him a big hug, “yeah yeah. Don’t mention it shorty.” You got up to head out before adding a small, “see ya at dinner!” before walking out and closing his door.

You were practically skipping your way to find Leo. You walked by his room and noticed he wasn’t there. You passed by Splinter’s meditation room and noticed he wasn’t there either. Next stop: dojo. You finally reached it and leaned your head into the doorway. Leo was training with his swords. He was in the middle of a flip when you walked in quietly and sat a safe distance away from him. Leo wrapped up the routine he was doing when he bowed and placed his swords back into their sheaths. He came up to you and patted your head before sitting down in front of you. “What’s up Y/N?” he asked as he was about to set you guys up for some small meditation. “Well I wanted to see how your day has been so far?” “And?” your smile fell a small bit. “Well it’s a small favor to ask, but I do wanna know how you’ve been. Don’t want you to think I’m just here for my silly little things.” He let out a small laugh, “No, I know you do Y/N. I know you have your silly little things, but I’m not upset with any of your silly ideas or things you bring to me.” You smiled big at that because you know you can get a little annoying about things sometimes, but it gives you small moments together. You know that sometimes it helps him after tense moments because he tends to at least smile by the end of your conversation. You guys had some small talk when there was a small pause and he finally asked, “so what can I help you with?” You grabbed the last piece of paper and handed him the pen. “I was hoping you could draw a flower?” you asked softly, knowing he was about to ask why and you know you’re not good at hiding secrets from him. “I think you know what I’m about to ask,” you sighed a little before giving a small giggle, “Yeah, yeah. It’s just something I’m planning on doing. I don’t want to spoil the surprise though.” He raised a brow, “a surprise, huh?” He gave a small smile, “You know I’m not good at surprises and neither are you.” You grab your heart dramatically, “you wound me Leo.” He wasn’t wrong. Every time you have a surprise you get too excited and accidentally spoil it. He chuckled and then started to draw an orchid. He was actually drawing it pretty well. You lean in closer to watch him finish his drawing. “You’re doing really well, surprisingly.” “Surprisingly! Hey, I’m not that bad at these kinds of things.” You both laughed as he handed it to you and you nearly squealed in excitement because now you have your tattoo. You stood up quickly and kissed the top of his head and gave it a rub, “thanks Buddha!” and ran out before he could grab you. “Hey!”

~~~~~

You’re running back to the lair with so much excitement to show the boys the tattoo you got. It just finished healing and you can’t believe you managed to go two and a half weeks without spilling the beans. Finally making it through the main entrance, you yelled out “Guys!! Come to the kitchen!!” Thank goodness no one was asleep because you would’ve been met with fire. Once everyone was gathered in the kitchen and sitting in their seats, you decided to give the speech you planned out for them. “So. As you all know, I asked you guys to draw a flower for me. However, I didn’t tell you guys why. Well. I was thinking of how to show you guys how much you mean to me as a family and,” you pull up your sleeve to show them the artwork on the inside of your elbow, “I wanted to be able to have a piece of you guys with me. You guys are honestly the most important people in my life and I feel so much love for and from you guys.” You look up from the tattoo to look at the boys and you’re receiving mixed reactions. You suddenly get a little shy. What if they don’t feel like your family? However, Mikey stands up and walks in front of you and wraps his arms around you and shoves his face into the crook of your neck. You’ve never heard him so quiet and before you could say anything, you hear him sniffling. You wrap your arms around him tightly and start tearing up yourself. Leo, Raph, and Donnie stand up and wrap themselves around you guys. You look up and see the other boys are also tearing up. You have to hold back from letting out a sob. You’re so happy the boys reacted so well. You all stand there for a while before the guys pull back from you. Each one of them wanted to see your tattoo, but Mikey was first. He grabs your arm and looks at the tattoo closely, “I can’t believe someone got my art on them permanently.” Raph comes up behind him and takes your arm from Mikey, “I can’t believe it either. Especially with my mediocre scribbles.” Raphael then gives your head a loving pat. Donnie comes up next, “man, they did a great job on it too. You’ve always been a part of our family, Y/N.” The boys back up a bit as Leo steps forward. He gingerly grabs your arm and says, “this… is the best surprise.” You smile real big and jump on him wrapping your arms and legs around him. “The best family ever!!” you yell. The rest of the guys are also laughing at you before giving one last pat to your head.

eddie’s gotta tie his hair back everytime you ride his face because one time you accidentally kneeled on his hair and eddie swears it didn’t hurt (it hurt like a bitch) but u refuse to do it unless his hair is tied back or at least pushed out of the way

bonus thot: sometimes when u and eddie are just laying in bed, eddie will make a scene of dramatically rolling over and tying his hair back, glancing at you as you eye him suspiciously over the top of the book you’re reading. when he’s done you just stare at each other until he raises his eyebrows, “..well? are you gonna come over here or what? i didn’t tie these luscious locks back for nothing.”

servant ending (red world ver.)

also on twt in @tsyuning

I hate you so much I need to be a part of you

I know his head phones don't actually say RAGE......... But what if they did?

enough sobbing, rewatch the Dressrosa arc for new screenshots yes ✅

all y'all 14 Barto fans rise up, he's alive and well oda told me himself!!!!

⛥ﾟ・。 pudding

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- on your first day back on the job after having Soda, everything that can go wrong does go wrong... luckily your darling husband is here to help.

cw: fluff, comfort, katakuri is katakuri, KATAKURI DON'T PLAY ABOUT YOU, he is twenty-four, you are twenty-three, kota is nineteen, reader is a sweetheart, poor kota

"No, no, I said almond extract for the glaze, not vanilla," you shook your head at the patissier, wiping off your tasting spoon before tucking it back in your chef's pocket. "Amande will be able to tell the difference."

Taking a step back, you moved to bend over, resting your hand securely over your baby carrier as Soda cooed happily, looking around with wonder as you grabbed another bowl.

The patissier hung his head, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a crucial detail.

But you were quick to flash him an encouraging smile, setting down the new bowl at his baking station.

"Hey, hey, it's all right. We can set that aside for later," you assured as Soda grabbed onto your pointer finger, his grip small but mighty as he fiddled with it. "Restart right away. She's expecting a half a dozen in thirty minutes."

"Yes, ma'am!" he saluted, standing up straight. "Almond extract! Got it!"

At the noise, Soda smiled, clapping his hands together as he babbled, pleased by the man's expression.

The patissier's heart nearly melted at the sight.

"You like his funny face, munchkin?" you cooed in a baby voice, tickling your son's feet. "You like his face? You like his funny face?"

Soda squealed, laughing brightly as he shied away from the assault, grabbing at your fingers.

"Just a few more minutes," you sighed, relieved, as you returned to your rounds, walking down the aisle of over fifty bakers. "A few more minutes... and we can have lunch with your auntie."

Making a kissy face, you pinched his cheeks, blowing raspberry into his neck.

"How's that sound? You hungry, too? Oh, yes you are! Yes you are!"

Once again, he squealed with delight, his chunky legs kicking at the ticklish sensation.

At the sight, your heart couldn't help but swell, your body just itching to squeeze and pepper kisses all over your baby boy's face.

If you didn't love baking so much, you'd have no problem becoming a full-time mother for the rest of your life.

With a son like yours, it would be like heaven on earth.

The moment your eyes landed on Soda for the first time, you knew your life would never be the same, your body suddenly overwhelmed with feelings too intense and profound to put into words.

It was like discovering a part of yourself you had never met before, a part of yourself that existed only as an embodiment of your maternal instincts.

As a person with no younger siblings—and barely any family in the first place—you were honestly terrified of motherhood, seeing as you had never had to truly interact with a young child for more than a few hours before.

In fact, at your wedding was the first time you'd ever even held a baby before—Raisin being the resident newborn at the time.

The fact often kept you up at night, along with the rather impossible expectations and crushing pressure you were piling upon yourself, so much so that when the day came for Soda to be born, you were shaking with fear.

But, of course, that all changed the instant he was born.

In the days following his birth, you were pleasantly surprised to find that motherhood actually came rather naturally to you, all the movements, motions, and to-dos as easy as breathing—though it did help that Soda was not a fussy baby.

Even still, seven months of loving and learning brought you right to this moment, baby sling and all.

Technically, you weren't supposed to be back at work for another five months, but you were itching to get back in the kitchen, and couldn't bear to leave Soda with a nanny.

Professionalism be damned, if people wanted your world-reknowned sweets, then they could deal with a little drool.

"My Lady! My Lady! We have a big problem!" Juliette—head of your Cookie Division—exclaimed, running toward you. "The chillers in Division C seemed to have malfunctioned to the highest setting! All of our eggs are have exploded! And all the milk has curdled!"

Your eyes widened, surprised and thoroughly worried.

Big Mom had ordered a particularly large batch of fresh chocolate-chip cookies to be delivered to the Chateau by the end of the day, and if they were going to be finished on time, then the dough had to be started as soon as possible.

It didn't matter that you were the wife of a Sweet General.

If you kept Mama waiting, especially when it came to sweets, then it would be your head.

'Relax... you've got other means...'

"Don't panic. Get Citron on the phone right away and see if she can provide us some eggs," you ordered, tone serious. "As for the milk, call up Cacao Island and see if they have some to spare—"

"My Lady! The mixers are down!" Elsa—another one of your bakers—exclaimed from her baking station. "How am I supposed to whip this lemon meringue?!"

"Time to roll up your sleeves!" you encouraged, pumping your fist. "It'll be hard, but do your best to whip it yourself!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"My Lady!" Fredrik called, quickly running up beside you, clipboard in hand. "We need you to sign off on the menu for next week's Mother's Day brunch!"

Carefully, you took it out his hands, examining the paper thoroughly.

"Crullers... Bavarian... Brioche... Apple Fritter?" you shook your head, crossing the last one out before signing your signature. "Change that to an eclair. Use my choux dough recipe and pair it with a pecan-espresso cream filling. It'll go well with the coffee."

"Genius!" he gasped, taking back the clipboard. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Got those flavor profiles you asked for, ma'am," Kota reported, taking up his spot by your side as he passed off your papers.

"Thanks, Ko," you nodded, tucking them under your arm. "I need you to call up some tech support. We've got malfunctioning fridges and broken mixers slowing the assembly line."

He winced, hand raising to scratch the back of his neck.

"That might have to be put on the back-burner... given Streusen is on his way to retrieve Mama's order from yesterday... which was being kept in the chillers."

Your eyes shot wide, hand clasping over your mouth as you finally remembered.

"The pudding samples!" you gasped, horrified. "They're probably boiling by now!"

Kota shook his head, just as devastated.

"And the tarts."

"And the tarts!"

Though, before you could truly go into a downward spiral, you pulled yourself together, taking in a sharp breath before putting on a brave face, quickly rolling up your sleeves.

"All right, people, stop what you're doing! We've got a Code Pink and require all hands on deck!"

Without missing a beat, you adjusted your baby sling, tucking Soda's arms inside so he didn't get in the way of your work.

"Someone get me a twenty quart saucepan with cornstarch, sugar, and salt! And see how the milk situation's going with Cacao Island! We're gonna have to make a fresh batch of chocolate and banana pudding!"

"But, ma'am," Kota piped up, brows furrowed in concern as he opened up your planner. "You were supposed to be at your luncheon with Amande and Efilée eight minutes ago..."

"Shit!" you spat, covering Soda's ears. "I completely forgot!"

Quickly, you turned to your assistant, hopeful.

"How much do you know about nuts?"

His brows flattened, unamused.

"Not a thing, ma'am."

"Damn it."

Unable to think, you let out a frustrated whine, pinching the bridge of your nose.

'At least it can't get any worse...'

"(y/n)," a deep voice suddenly chimed from behind, scaring the shit out of you and Kota.

The boy practically jumped out his skin, you clutching Soda tightly as you took a large step away, whipping around to see who it was.

Only to find your dear husband, as imposing and intimidating as ever.

"Dada!" Soda beamed, utterly ecstatic as he attempted to wriggle his hands free.

Katakuri smiled under his scarf at the sight, his large finger coming up to "coochy-coo" his son's chin.

"Hello, little one," he greeted, warmly, as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Having fun with your mother, I see."

"Oh, Kuri, you scared me," you sighed, resting your hand over you heart, relieved it wasn't some thug. "What are you doing here?"

Turning toward you, he raised a brow, realizing that it must have slipped your mind.

"I came to see if we were still on for our merienda," he answered, simply. "It's ten past two."

At that, you froze, your soul practically ascending out your body with horror.

You were supposed to have met up with him over half an hour ago.

"Oh, my God, I—!"

"Completely forgot," he and Kota finished for you.

Slightly embarrassed, your face burned, forcing you to hang your head.

"I'm sorry... I got so distracted with the baby and the malfunctions and Mama's orders that everything slipped my mind..."

Saddened, you practically deflated, Soda's expression turning concerned as he looked up at you.

"I just... I missed being in the kitchen so much... I didn't want to just sit around the house doing nothing, and I didn't want to leave Soda with anybody else."

Turning to your bakers, you rested your hands on your cheeks as you watched them scramble to make the two batches of pudding like it was their last.

"But now Streusen will be here any minute, Mama will be furious, and there will be no nuts for the nut-themed brunch next week."

Katakuri's heartstrings tugged at the sight of you looking so defeated, a certain pang of guilt shooting through his chest.

He knew how much you loved your job, and he knew how important your reputation was to you.

And while maybe you going back to work so soon wasn't the best idea, he knew that wasn't what you needed to hear right now.

Right now you needed assistance, and that was exactly what he was going to give.

Because goddamn it, if he had to look at your watery eyes and wobbly lip any longer, he was going to put someone through a wall.

"Go to the luncheon," he stated, calmly, reaching forward to slide Soda out of your sling. "Kota and I will handle things here."

Instantly, you perked up, eyes finding a glimmer of hope.

"Really?"

Kota's eyes widened, the boy forgetting himself for a moment and whipping his head toward the general.

"What?! We can't—?!"

Quickly, Katakuri leveled the young man with a harsh side eye, his brows furrowing in a look that screamed "You wanna finish that sentence?"

Thickly, Kota swallowed, plastering on an uneasy smile.

"I mean... yeah! We totally got things covered!"

"Oh, thank you so much!" you threw your arms around your husband's neck, placing a firm kiss on his cheek—not missing the way his ears flushed at your touch. "You're a life-saver, Kuri."

Stepping back, you pulled Kota into a hug, just as thankful.

"Thanks, too, Ko. Don't know what I'd do without ya."

The boy gulped as he glanced at your husband, thoroughly terrified by the intense look he was faced with.

"Yep... don't know what I'd do either..."

Finally, you moved on to your baby, cooing softly as you rubbed your noses together and peppered his face with kisses.

"My three favorite guys in the whole world," you smiled, smoothing out his wild hair. "I'll be back before you know it."

Without warning, you broke out into a sprint for the door, stumbling slightly in your heels.

"Don't run! You'll hurt yourself," Katakuri called, already seeing how that was going to go horribly wrong.

"Love you, too!" you smiled over your shoulder, the sight causing his heart to stutter.

He scoffed, averting his eyes as he felt his face rise in temperature.

'She's going to get herself killed one day...'

With you gone, that left the two men—plus baby—alone in awkward silence, Kota's shivers of fear practically audible in the still air.

"What's priority one?" Katakuri asked, flatly, as he shifted his grip to cradle Soda in one arm.

"Streusen," the boy answered, looking down at his watch. "He's gonna be here any second to pick up two, Mama-sized samples of chocolate and banana pudding."

The general nodded.

"Priority two?"

"The malfunctions. The bakers can't continue filling orders if our equipment's faulty. And we're losing perishables by the minute."

The general nodded again.

"Call the islands of whatever ingredients you need and give them my name. Say it is imperative that the delivery get here as soon as possible."

Glancing down at his son, the man offered up his finger, the baby jumping at the chance to toy and fiddle with it.

"I will handle Streusen. You just make sure the puddings are finished."

Firmly, Kota nodded, about to turn and get started.

"One more thing, Kota..." Katakuri stated, voice low and serious.

A cold chill ran down the boy's spine, but he turned around nonetheless, doing his best to fight the color draining from his face.

"My wife is under a lot of stress at the moment... and unless I'm mistaken, it's your job to prevent that?"

Slowly, he nodded, body going rigid and stiff with fear.

"I don't care what you have to do behind the scenes... you just make sure her days run as smooth as possible."

The general's glare sharpened, eyes a bright and menacing red.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Fervently, Kota nodded once again, an uneasy smile returning to his lips.

"Crystal."

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