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Another little drawing, I hope you like it😛💖

[Green Divider is credited to @firefly-graphics]

Another late night in Chinatown, busy as ever. While most of New York might be pretending to sleep, at the least, there are still some shops and restaurants that remain open to the public. Or at least, to certain customers.

Mrs. Liu has been running her midnight teahouse for the past fifty years, ever since she snatched up her own children and left China—as well as her dreadful first husband—for a life she’d hoped would be much better. So it goes without saying that she’s seen her fair share of crazy shit. After all, this isn’t just New York, it’s Chinatown. All kinds of things happen on this side of the city—much like in other places.

So, honestly, the two customers currently sitting in one of her booths barely make her flinch. 

But still, an old woman can’t help but be curious about the hushed conversation taking place over two steaming cups of tea. After all, they’re in her restaurant. She has every right to eavesdrop.

Skepticism is fair. I had plenty. But trying SweetDream costs you an evening and might surprise you the way it surprised me. Building a companion is fun, and the first real conversation does most of the convincing.

character ai destroyed my future

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Reader:

Leo: Mikey, you're up.

Mikey: My time has come!

Reader: Oh thank god.

It was the day after the Kraang’s attempt at an invasion. April was watching the television, slumped on her couch, watching idly. So much had happened. The memories flashed quickly in her head, like a videotape rolling each rollercoaster of emotions and what she had experienced.

She and the turtles may have celebrated the night before but that was probably a mistake considering her body aches from running around, skidding, and being held by leather restraints. 

Today, she is feeling the physical labor and she vows to take a rest day! No madness! No hanging with the brothers! No going out! She is staying in and lazing around!

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Casey stumbles, accidentally bumping a shorter bright redhead (or ginger? He couldn’t tell as the girl ran off quickly.), bidding a quick apology before continuing to type on his phone, occupied with his conversation with you. 

Real&LastName

dabestboy

wth?! da hell u mean an invasion hapned????!!

tf?????!!!

Real&LastName

Ikr :pepe_shrugs:

I had no idea either 

Until

I looked out my window

And

:boom_gif:

INVASION!!

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“How would the boys react to Reader cutting their hair?”

Let’s say Reader has always had long hair (down to Reader’s lower back) and they love it, but Reader cuts it up to neck length.

Thank you, I hope you’re staying safe!✨✨

Oooooh! This is new! Is it okay if I add a lil twist to it? Just to spice things up? Well, I’m doing it anyway, and no one can stop me.

You stay safe too, Nonie, and have great day!

Let's see then...

Genre: Fluff, domestic

Word count: 1749

Blinded

It had been five days, five days since the last fight with the foot clan, and since Donnie could remember to have had any sleep.

Even though he was used to sleeping a few hours per day, the amount of stress he was undergoing it appeared to be testing his limits, both mentally and physically. As the four of them were leaving the fight scene, Mickey had noticed by mere coincidence a strange piece of paper lying on the ground. When he showed it to his brothers once back home, it had taken Donnie a second to understand that those drawn on the paper could very well be some preliminary sketch for what looked like some sort of new weapon.

“Guys…” he said while exiting his lab, “I fear the foot is up to something quite big…and it doesn’t look good.”

-------- Five days later ---------

“Donnie?” Y/N asked approaching the tall terrapin, who just kept staring at his lab’s screen with still eyes, as hypnotized.

“Donnie?” she asked again after receiving no answer, this time gently touching his shoulder.

The feeling of her delicate fingers against his skin, unbeknownst to her, sent a delightful electric sparkle down his spine that made him shiver. Letting out a soft breath, only then he slowly turned in his chair towards her, for the first time since they met, too exhausted to blush or stammer as he usually did. He simply gazed at her in stupor, like if she was an angelic apparition, and after along moment he finally whispered shyly “Hi Y/N…”

“Hi…are you alright?” she questioned worried while looking at his strange expression and noticing how bad the dark circles around his eyes were, so dark they almost looked like if they had been drawn with a marker.

“…w-what?” was the only reply he was able to give as everything around him slowly seemed to get blurrier with each passing second, while the sharp pain in his temples worsened as he spoke.

“Donnie, how many fingers am I holding?” and she raised right in front of him her right thumb and index.

“Earth to Donnie…” she asked increasingly concerned when she saw no response coming, until an anxious thought crept in her mind, “… Donnie, can you see my fingers at all?”

After an interminable moment, she heard something that made her heart flip: “I… can’t see…anything” and as soon as he finished whispering those words, his strength suddenly gave out and if it wasn’t for Y/N, he would have collapsed unconscious on the floor.

“Guys! Donnie needs help!” Y/N cried out as she caught him on time, while Splinter arrived in a matter of seconds, followed by his sons and Casey, alarmed at the sudden cry.

“Son...” said Splinter as he reached for his unconscious son’s cheek “Y/N what happened ?”

“He said he couldn’t see and then collapsed.”

“This ain’t good…” Ralph muttered worried “last time he went out like this we were kids…”

“Raph what’s wrong with him?!” Y/N asked while her heart raced, as she held Donnie’s head.

“When Donnie becomes too stressed, he gets migraines so bad that he faints or becomes blind, sometimes for hours” Leo explained as Splinter after a few slaps was able to wake his son, who regained consciousness for a few moments.

“Dad? W-what happen...”

“Hush now son. Raphael, turn down all the lights, Mickey, Leonardo, help us carry him to his bed.

“nooo…” Donnie tried to protest, only to be shushed by his father, as the four of them helped him get on the mattress, and when his body touched the soft covers, he went limp like a marionette without strings, while Y/N never left his side.

Raph switched off the lights, one by one until the room became dark, while the others started to quietly leave the room, all except Y/N.

Not seeing the young woman following them, Leo turned and was about to call her when his sensei made him sign not to say a word, smiling at the scene.

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“Oh Donnie…what have you done to yourself?” Y/N whispered as she moved closer to the terrapin, until his head was pressed against her chest, whilst her fingertips, delicate as feathers, began to slowly caress his temples.

Poor Donatello wasn’t yet completely unconscious. Despite his momentary blindness and the terrible pain in his head, his body was still able to feel that Y/N, the woman he secretly dreamt every night and made his heart jump when they were in the same room, was now awfully close to him. Normally, even a simple high five or a friendly pat on the shoulder was enough for him to forget how to breathe or not being able to tell the difference between a mouse and an elephant, and now that he could feel with the last ounces of strength left her skin against his face…

No, no, no. They couldn’t, they shouldn’t be so close. His brain shouted at him that it was all either his imagination and he was going crazy, and even if she had feelings for him, then what? Society, the whole world would never accept them together. They belonged to different species, to different worlds. He couldn’t just stroll in the park with her in broad daylight, hold her hand in public, go to the cinema, live together, lay together in the same bed… but then his heart, refusing to be silenced by his rationality, painfully twitched, and reminded him how much he cared for her, how much he needed and wanted to be at her side. He wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her soft lips against his, caress her hair…oh, only since he met Y/N the poor ninja had finally understood for the first time in his life how touch starved he was. How lonely he was. Sometimes he didn’t know if meeting her had been a blessing or a cruel trick of Fate. Why showing him something he could never have?

“Sleep Donnie, I’m here.” Echoed her voice.

Oh, why him?! Why of all creatures on earth he had to be tormented like this ?! Had he had even a smidge of strength, Donatello would have got up and left the room right that moment, emotions driving him insane. But he was too weak to move, even to open his eyes, and now even his body was betraying him, refusing to obey his will, and leaned closer into Y/N’s touch. No. no matter how hard he tried to fight he knew this was a battle he couldn’t win. Not that night. Not at that moment. So, like a sailor with a siren, he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, lulled by the reassuring sound of her heartbeat.

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The next day the guys had just left the lair to get some pizza when Donnie started slowly to wake up.

For once the lair was quiet, and as he lazily looked around with half opened eyes, he happily observed that his sight was back, and the migraine that had plagued him the day before was instead gone. Smiling he closed his eyes again, and nuzzled happy the pillow underneath him, which he could swear was the comfiest thing on the planet, warm and super soft. But then, as he was about to fall asleep again, he noticed something wasn’t quite right…was his pillow… breathing? …pillows don’t breathe…and why did it have the exact same scent as Y/N? Wait…oh no…

“Y/N?” ……he said dumbfounded, and as her chest rose for an intake of air, realization finally hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes shot open and with a gasp he got up and looked at Y/N, who awoke suddenly at the sound of his high-pitched gasp, and now stared at him with a confused expression.

“OMG...I’m so sorry Y/N !please forgive me!...I-I I had no idea, well technically I could feel that it wasn’t a real pillow what I was sleeping on, but believe, I would never…” he kept on blabbering, guilt overwhelming him, but her index finger came to his lips, followed by a smile so sweet that almost made his heart melt.

“Silly genius, I’m not angry with you Donnie.”

“B-but I.. I mean, I was on…tonight we…we sle-slept..”

“In the same bed? Yes, I know. It helped you relax. Speaking of which: how are you feeling?” she finished trying to change subject, seeing how utterly embarrassed he was, though deep down, it was one of his many traits she loved.

“1oo times better…thanks to you”, he replied, unable to look in her eyes.

“Glad I could help you” and gently placing her right hand under his chin, she forced him to look at her “… Donnie… I was so worried about you…when you fainted yesterday I almost had a heart attack.”

“Oh Y/N…I would never do something that could upset you…but I need to understand what those blueprints are Y/N, I’m the only one who can and if I don’t find out soon...” but she cut him off.

“ And enlighten me, oh smart one: how can you do that if you work yourself to death?!” now, that was a good point. Donnie tried to reply at her statement but couldn’t find any coherent word to say. He just kept staring at her.

“Donnie, we all know that if there’s anyone who can do it, it’s you. You are the smartest guy I’ve ever met.”

“Well…at least I can help…”

“What do you mean? Donnie, you are not just the brain of the team…you are a brave and skilled warrior, I saw you in action, I’ve seen you fight. You would never turn away from a fight, even if the chances to win were slim. You’re strong, kind, loyal… and may I say you also have the most adorable laugh on earth.”

Donatello could swear that his brain had stopped working. Nobody, especially a girl, had ever said so many kind words all at once. True, he knew his brothers, his father and friends valued and loved him, but hearing all those praises coming from his crush was enough to leave him speechless.

“Y/N…I-I…”

“Yes?” she whispered, her heart beating fast against her chest.

“I…I mean you…the thing is…” He was adorable when he stammered like that.

“Let’s make a deal…” she offered, unable to cope any longer, and wait…was her face coming closer? “The next time you feel too tired to go on, just tell me, OK?” and then he felt something soft pressed against his mouth. It took him a long moment to realize she was kissing him, and only after some seconds he was finally able to react and shyly kiss her back.

How Raphael Meets You

I’ve given up on the ‘how he asks you out’ titles by now, it’s so much more fun to see how they could possibly meet le reader. Enjoy seeing how you meet Mr. Wall of Green Muscle himself!

It really was love at first sight

Well, for you it was, anyway

You had first met Raphael by complete accident during a nighttime coffee shop robbery

First of all, who even robs a coffee shop at night?

And second, you were so glad they did or you would never have met him

“Met” was kind of a stretch

You knew what he looked like, along with his brothers, but you didn’t know their names or what they were

You had ended up following them through the streets and alleyways until they disappeared into a manhole

You had quickly written a note and threw it down, just hoping that it wouldn’t get stuck in the rushing ‘waters’ down there

It was a week until Raphael got the courage to contact you

He honestly didn’t remember which one you were- not that all humans were the same, but he had been so focused on keeping the coffee shop intact

Why were you interested in him, anyway?

After texting back and forth (you including a picture of what you looked like to jog his memory), he finally agreed to meet you

At four in the morning on a rooftop

Was this some kind of test? Because you were terrified of heights

He kept to the shadows for the first entire ten minutes, even though you both knew that you had seen him before

You spoke highly of him saving the coffee shop, emphasizing that he had saved you as well

He brushed the compliments off quickly

He was far too insecure to believe such positive things about himself

And that was that

Or so you thought

The two of you lost contact for a good while

Meaning it was months before you saw or spoke to one another

This time, you were taking your nightly stroll in the dimly lit streets of Manhattan

It was too late and dark for most people to be comfortable doing such things, but you felt oddly safe in your neighborhood

Sadly, you were wrong to feel this way

You were five blocks from home, listening to music in your earbuds when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder

And something cool and thin at your neck

“Where’s your wallet?”

“My w-?”

“Where is it?”

Maybe it was a bad idea to walk alone at night

You could feel the blade at your neck slowly pierce your skin- not enough to be fatal, but man did that not feel pleasant

You tried to speak again

It wasn’t the same man that had cut you off before

“You should know better than to threaten civilians by now!”

Was that- was that Raphael?

How did he find you?

The man was torn away from you, you could feel his nails ripping away at your skin

You turned to see all four turtles standing behind you

Raphael was holding the man by his ankles

“Hello, Y/N”

“Hi, Raph?” You were so confused

What a coincidence that he was the one to save you

“Whoa whoa, the two of you know each other?” the turtle with an orange bandana asked

“Not now, Mikey” Raphael huffed

The turtles were quick to tie the man’s hands and ankles together before they set him down on the pavement

“The authorities should take good care of him” the purple-banded turtle said

Raphael looked at you after “gently” setting the man down

“You might need some bandaging up”

Your hands flew to your neck

When you removed your fingers, you saw red

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Probably”

Although you remembered seeing them disappear into a manhole to the sewers, it hadn’t really struck you that they might live there

You found out quickly that they indeed lived in the sewers

“This is… Wow. Nice place you got here. Kinda smelly, though”

“You get used to it” Mikey said

“Come on, Y/N, I’ll get the first aid kit” Raph said to you

The purple-banded turtle looked between the two of you, back at Raph, and shrugged

What was that about?

You followed Raphael into a different room

“Fancy running into you again” you said, trying to break the ice

“I’m surprised you remembered me”

“Oh please. Of course I’d remember someone who’s saved my life. Twice now. What a coincidence you saved me tonight, huh?”

Raphael was quiet as he tended to your neck

You closed your eyes

“You don’t have to be so stoic, you know. Smiling isn’t illegal”

That got him to smile

“Don’t tell me you were secretly following me”

“Not so secret now, huh?”

“You’re really a great conversationalist. You should write a book”

“Are you going to keep talking?”

“I’m just filling the awkward silence between us. Care to join me?”

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you just felt comfortable when you were around him

It wasn’t like when you meet someone for the first or first few times and you had a hard time making conversation

Sure, you joked about filling the silence now, but it was to get him out of his shell a bit

So to speak ;)

“Fine, I’ve been following you”

You fake gasped

“Aw, really? That’s so sweet of you. It really makes up for you ghosting me”

Raphael scoffed and paused in his work

“I ghosted you? Excuse you? No, you ghosted me”

“No, you ghosted me. And kept an eye on me for good measure, turtle-man”

“Wrong. You ghosted me. I have proof”

Lo and behold, you were both almost right

The last message that was sent between the two of you was playful banter, and it came from you

But when Raphael showed you his message history, his last message came from him

But it had never been sent

You stuck your tongue out

“See? You ghosted me. Meanie”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek

“No hard feelings. It’s probably hard to be a top secret warrior-man-turtle”

Raph was now at a loss for words

“Hello? Earth to Raphael?”

He shook his head quickly “Huh?”

“Did I stun you?”