#i didn't realize until a bit recently that jokes like that could be triggering to me

[inkdrunkworddrunk]

my friend and i share this stupid Gen Z Dark Humor shit that always leaves the Older People flabbergasted. it's always the i-want-to-kill-myself's and i-want-to-die's that get thrown around our conversations. and of course, i know it's a joke.

but the joke only ever applies to him.

every time he delivers another doom-ish line, something along the lines of this-life-is-not-worth-living-at-all, i would give him the inevitable "same," like any digital native would. what always happens after, however, is, i get—and let's use the internet's misused/overly used therapy word—"triggered" by it.

my mind would echo with his words "i hope i die tomorrow..." over and over again until i'm chanting it to myself. i would respond to a shitty TikTok he'd send with an equally shitty meme that would make the both of us do that infamous exhale sharply through my nose but not really laugh thing.

and after the conversation has gone quiet, i would find myself curled up in my bed, doing that whole staring at the ceiling thing that people who are lonely do at 3:10 a.m., going over, once again, for the billionth time, the steps i would take before i do in fact execute what cannot be undone.

i will first write letters. to my friend, as we have joked, told me i should at least write him 2 whole pages of a letter. so i will do just that. 2 whole pages just for him. then i'd write to my parents, probably 5 for each of them. my siblings, maybe 1 for each. and then i'd write on my sticky notes that i never seem to run out of, and i guess would never run out ever, my passwords, to my phone, my bank, my social media accounts. i will also delete my history, so they could at least remain to know me as i've shown them and not someone with an extremely wild imagination and very much so down bad for a fictional character.

then i will tidy up my room, give it a thorough clean. i will wipe down my book shelves. dust away the cobwebs that appears a month after cleaning it off. i will organize my desk. throw out things i don't need to keep. fold my clothes. change my bedsheets. scrub down my bathroom and make my windows squeaky clean. that way my family wouldn't need to clean it out. or maybe they still will.

i will kiss my dog good night.

and of course, i will not deprive myself the opportunity to die pretty. i will wear this blouse that i needed to buy for a university event and pair it up with the flowy floral skirt that i really loved.

the thing is, what my good friend doesn't know, and i guess, never will, is, i already have a plan. i have it all mapped out in my head. how i would do it, where i would do it, when i would it. and it's such a stupidly funny thing that that phrase "you don't really know what's going on with a person" could apply to me, his self-proclaimed best friend. and as far as the best friend thing goes, we are supposed to tell each other every thing, right? we tell each other how our parents are so annoying because, well, they're parents. we talk about how we can rent an apartment together and live like two best buddies would. except, well, i don't tell him anything. he does all the talking. he tells me every single thing, from his first girlfriend, his first car, his solo trips, annoying meetups, to his insecurities that i don't know how to help him with.

my misery has consumed me in ways i have never thought it would. i always thought i would be able to punch my way out of it, crawl if i had to. i didn't realize that the floor would be slippery and made of thick cement, something i definitely cannot punch or crawl my way out of. my fingers are bleeding and my knees are bruised.

i'm tired.

(same💀)

#spilled ink #spilled words #my writing #prose #wrotethis #this is (not) a joke #i didn't realize until a bit recently that jokes like that could be triggering to me #even things i see on tv series or movies or photos #anything that has got to do w/ the implication of k/ll/ng oneself triggers me each form to a certain degree but always a trigger #i didnt realize how fragile i could be

[captain-mj]

The serial killer au is just amazing! The perfect amount of fluff and hurt and fucked up-ness

Waiting patiently in front of my bowl for part 2

Took me a minute but I made it!

Part 1 and also CW: everything. So much. There's Dubcon. Explicit stuff. A man is murdered. Vague references to self harm. Dead Dove

Soap knew the moment the man died. Ghost was pouting about it. He took Soap down to the basement to keep him company as he poured bleach all over the blood soaked floor.

The blood went in arcs all over the floor and walls. Like there had been a fountain of it with several buckets of it hitting the floor.

"I can't believe I hit a vein. Fucker bled to death." Ghost treated the body like a broken toy. Kicking it to the side so he could pour more bleach on it. It fell so limply.

Lifeless soulless eyes looking up at him, as if to judge him. As if to ask why Soap stood upstairs doing nothing about it.

Soap nodded, feeling a bit sick. He looked away and upstairs. There was a burst of energy in his limbs. It felt like he was a rabbit, ready to sprint.

But the wolf in question would never hurt him.

Ghost, probably reading Soap's mind as he had a tendency to do, crossed the room, gloved hands trailing along his throat.

"Poised to run?"

"Nah. Much prefer being with you." He grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to pull him closer.

Ghost rubbed his thumb against Soap's clavicle, pressing in a little. "With him gone, I guess you'll need to keep me entertained."

"You did mention something about new toys." Soap joked before noticing the way Ghost's hand tightened.

"Johnny."

Oh no. Serious voice and his name. Ghost was about to say something earth shattering.

"Do you want to see my face?"

Yep. Earth Shattering.

"What?" Soap wheezed.

"Yeah. How about this. We play a game and if you can win, I'll show you my face."

Soap panted immediately. "What? Really? What's the game?"

"I set a timer. You last."

This was some trick. "Last how? Like don't..." Soap felt himself get flustered. Yes, Ghost had put him in degrading positions and had done unspeakable things with those long fingers of his, but something about just saying "don't cum your brains out" was a little too bold for him.

"Nah. Nothing so cruel. I know you have a hair trigger."

The worst part? Soap always took longer than his partners before. Ghost was just good at what he did.

"You just have to stay awake."

Soap didn't understand, but to see Ghost's face? He'd stay up for weeks. "Yeah, okay. I agree."

Ghost grinned. Soap could see how the skin around his eyes wrinkled, even though there was no change in the actual depths. Still dead and empty. "Excellent."

He yanked him upstairs, lifting him off the ground for a few seconds. Ghost's hands were all over him. Groping him. Grabbing at him. Yanking his hair until he...

"You moan like a whore." Ghost growled at him, yanking his hair to get another pitiful moan out of him. He started to tug at his clothes, wanting Soap undressed as always. Soap obliged, loving those rough gloves on his body.

Ghost grinned. "And so you know I'm serious." He grabbed a blindfold and put it on Soap. There was a rustling of fabric after it was on and then Soap's hands were pressed to his bare face. Ghost must've shaved recently. Suddenly, he realized what Ghost's scars were. A giant smile, reaching up to his cheeks.

Did someone do that to Ghost? While Soap knew about the scars along Ghost's shoulders, he didn't think cutting a smile was something Ghost would do to himself, even if he was in the worst of mindsets.

"Just have to stay awake."

"How long?"

"You don't get to know. I can't make this easy on you. It's my face on the line."

Soap hummed softly. "Do whatever you want to me." He could feel Ghost's mouth on his body. Sweet and loving. Gentle fingers.

Soap laid back and just floated in the sensation of being prepped. Finally, he was starting to learn to go to this soft and floating place so that way he could take what Ghost gave him.

After being prepped for a good long while, his body easily able to take three of Ghost's fingers, did Ghost pull back.

Soap felt an expectedly cold on his cock when Ghost dropped lube on his cock. It made him pause, wondering what was going on. He considered voicing his confusion, but the small chance that Ghost might drop the deal kept him quiet.

Ghost's breath brushed against his cock and Soap's hips jerked up slightly, almost into his face. It made him chuckle and kiss Soap's stomach lightly.

Something touched the tip of his cock and then it started to slip down like a glove. He jerked and wiggled, not liking the feeling of cold lube and silicon quite that much. "Called a fleshlight. Just relax. Feel better in a minute."

It wasn't quite like a person, too... plastic. But it did start to feel nice. Especially when the heat from Ghost's hand warmed it up. He started to buck his hips up, even more confused by what Ghost's game was.

"Is the timer hours or days?"

The toy quickly moved faster, knocking the breath out of him. He could hear Ghost angrily whispering about Soap's stupid ability to think. It started... buzzing.

Soap felt the red on his cheeks spread to the tips of his ear. He had never used a vibrator before and this was... He whimpered and bit his lip to shut up.

It squeezed around him slowly and Soap's legs twitched. His hole clenched with the need to be filled. He wanted Ghost to finger him again. Or maybe just ram himself into him. Break him open.

Something silicon pressed to his hole too.

"Jesus Ghost. Prefer you."

"I'm flattered." Ghost grinned. He pushed it in and Soap immediately had a sneaking suspicion he knew what the challenge was. It was ridged and even with the thorough prep, it felt like he was actually going to break open from the inch that was pushing in. By the second ridge shoving inside him, Soap's legs snapped shut and both the toy around his cock and the one being pushed in stopped. It was a small mercy and a clear sign that Ghost was secretly being generous tonight.

Ghost didn't pull the stupid thing out but he did focus on the toy on his cock. It was so good. He felt himself just drifting as he took it and took it. Well, trying.

He came for the first time and Ghost just kept going. Overstimulation got worse but he could handle it. Was determined to handle it. To see Ghost's face. Blond hair maybe? What nose did he have? Soft lips?

Soap started to build up again. His stomach started to tense up into knots, legs shaking. It felt so good but it was starting to get to be too much, too fast. He was going to...

Soap jerked away before he could finish, trying desperately to get respite from the assaulting pleasure, and Ghost paused again. Slowly the toy pressed in deeper. Soap figured out this game as well. Too much pleasure or take more. The toy was now pressed right at his prostate and it only made the situation worse as his cock pathetically jumped against his stomach.

Sobs tore their way through him. Sensations bombarding him until he felt like he was nothing but what he felt from Ghost's hands. The blindfold and the deafening silence of anything but Soap's own fucked out whimpers made it feel like he really was a Ghost. Just a set of hands set to destroy him and ruin him in anyway possible.

Soap couldn't take it anymore. It made him feel so stretched and full that it started to drive him crazy. He jerked up into the toy and laid there to take the assault again. Unfortunately for Soap, it seemed the time away had not decreased his sensitivity at all. His orgasm started to build again and he just forced himself to take it. It washed over him like a wave, suffocating him.

Soap was pretty sure he wasn't hard anymore. Not from lack of trying, of course, and definitely not from lack of enjoying it. He started to cry harder, feeling the shame of being into this. Of sickeningly enjoying it. Soap pulled back from the fleshlight and felt the dildo immediately start to press deeper. Each ridge had him choking on sobs, horribly turned on and able to do nothing but take take take.

Soap shook his head. Where was the timer? They had been doing this for an eternity? Soap reached down, feeling the small bump in his stomach from where he was being impaled. If he pressed, he could feel his muscles jumping while trying hard to let him cum one more time. Despite Ghost's sadistic methods, he still struggled with more than once and three times was a struggle that took hours. It had to have been hours.

Soap came a third time, feeling warm liquid on his thighs. He wondered if it was Ghost's or himself. The idea of Ghost coming untouched at the sight of him. That watching Soap debase himself, become so debauched he'd let Ghost torture him so and get off on it. Made him cum. It got him horrifically close to a fourth time.

"I can't..." Soap gritted out. "No more. I can't..."

Ghost paused and leaned over him. "New deal."

"Sir, please." Soap couldn't. His brain wasn't working anymore. It couldn't.

"You have another hour on the timer."

"No, god please." Soap sobbed so hard the pillow under his head became wet. "I can't."

"Not much left of this toy. All the way in and I'll still give you your reward."

Soap had to think hard. Ghost's hand dragged his to show there were just four ridges left. He could do that. He could.

"Okay."

Ghost turned the fleshlight on high and slowly started to push it in.

"Wait." Soap choked out.

One of four and Soap was starting to wonder if the toy was tapered because it just felt harder with push. So much. So intense. So big. He wondered if the wetness in his thighs was his own blood. If he had been torn. If Ghost would keep him on his shelf a little longer.

"Stop."

Two of four and Soap was sobbing, hurtling towards some great beyond. He started to babble instead of talk. His body was shattering. His brain was turning to mush. So fucking big and his cock was being fucking milked a

"No."

Three of four and Soap's started to shake as he hurtled towards the edge. Just as he reached it, just as he was about to get his reward, Soap's head lolled back as he blacked out, cumming right as he did.

Ghost tsked his tongue. "Hope you have sweet dreams thanks to this." He, carefully, pulled the toy out of him, watching the way Soap gaped from it. Soap was lucky he was asleep or he'd been stuffed full of cum until he was drunk on it. Ghost used his hand and then got to work taking care of Soap. Bathing him and changing his clothes. He laid him gently back in his bed and left him to sleep.

After a little back and forth, he decided to give Soap a consolation prize. A little one. He didn't tie him up before he left. Soap could get to wander around to his little heart's content.

Ghost kissed his hair, admiring him. His bitten lips and pretty complexion. He wanted to press him between the pages of a book like a flower to preserve him. Instead, he had to settle for just admiring him. Johnny needed to sleep, so he left him to do so.

Before he did though, he picked up his phone, putting it in his pocket. The alarm had went off about 45 minutes before. Ghost had just had it on vibrate so Soap would only know if Ghost told him. It had been an insurance policy in case Ghost changed his mind about the face thing. Which he did.

Soap sobbed when he woke up. His entire abdomen was sore and his legs still felt like jelly. He tried to sit up and pain rushed through him.

How could he mess things up like that? He was so close. He was going to get to see him.

His entire over sensitive body picked up on every single drag of the sheets. Every sensation setting him on fire.

"Ghost?"

No answer.

"Ghost!" Soap called again and when no one answered, he took the blindfold off. He glanced around before seeing a note, explaining that for his efforts, Ghost left him untied.

Only one small problem, it hurt to move and there was zero chance he could walk in this state.

Soap just shoved his face into the pillows and sobbed.

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[xoluvx]

this is me trying; t.holland

» pairing: tom holland x reader » song: this is me trying » word count: 1.6K

"Hey, you want to join us for movie night today?" Zendaya's voice brought you back to reality. You glanced at her, she was holding the door open while leaning her head in through the small space. There was a small smile on her face like she was too scared to show too much emotion in case it triggered you.

Shaking your head, you leaned further into your bed pulling the covers closer to your chin.

"Are you sure?" she asked again. Usually, she would've given up, but this time she was persistent. There weren't many nights left.

"I'm sure," you said blankly not looking at her. You turned your back towards her bringing the covers over your shoulder. You heard a small sigh followed by the door closing. You felt your throat tightening, the familiar knot making it difficult for you to lay in peace.

The warm tears started forming and it wasn't long before they were streaming down your face.

"I don't understand what the big deal is," his voice echoed as you walked down the hallway. Your hands were fists at your side and all you wanted to do was disappear. "I'm talking to you," he called out again hoping you would stop.

But you weren't stopping.

"Tell me why that's wrong?" he asked again. His voice settling into a softer tone realizing that raising his voice wasn't going to help. He was quickly walking now in the hopes to catch you. His fingers wrapped around your arm gently and you stopped.

"What's wrong? I told you I didn't want to go public, you went against what I specifically told you I didn't want. Why would you do that to me?" you asked the hurt in your voice piercing through his heart.

It hadn't been his intention. It'd slipped. It wasn't something he could take back now.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he rambled, but you jerked your arm away shaking your head. The last words you spoke directly to him rung in his head.

"It's over. We're done."

Sinking deeper into the mattress, you held on to the comforter tighter. The tears had dried, but the pain was still holding on tight. You'd seen Tom since then. Obviously, you had to. There was no way of escaping him while you promoting the film, but you hadn't spoken to him. Not directly. Not intentionally.

There was a knock again. This time you didn't react so you were surprised when the door opened slowly and in came the familiar figure again.

"It's not the same without you," Zendaya said sitting at the edge of the bed. She wasn't leaving this time. "Why don't you talk to him?" she asked. She knew everything. She was the one person you ran to, but recently you'd started to slowly isolate her too only leaving the hotel room when you had an interview or special appearance.

"He doesn't want to talk to me anyway," you mumbled. Your voice was muffled by the comforter.

"How do you know? Has he told you that?" Zendaya flopped on the bed, she rested on her side watching the back of your head. Her hand came up to the covers trying to them from your face.

You groaned pulling on the cover.

"He doesn't want me back. I was awful to him," you said remembering how everything went down. The look of hurt he had on his face. The way he'd tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers and slowly backed away like you'd just accused him of the most horrible crime. The way he turned around and didn't look back. Not once.

"Did he say that?"

"No, but I know." That was the end of the conversation. And the last time you really spent time with her. Or with anyone no the cast for that matter.

"He's not here tonight, just come down for a bit." She pulled on your arm. Finally, you gave up. You let her lead you to the rest of the cast. Sitting down on one of the couches you pulled your sweater sleeves down so your hands saved in the fabric.

There was laughter and talking, but you spaced thinking of the times when you were on this very couch with Tom making jokes with everyone. Back before the world knew about the two of you. Before your world seemed to come down in flames.

-

It'd been almost a month. A month without Tom. You'd think a month would be long enough to forget about him, but time did not heal your wounds. You'd tried texting him. You missed him. But he never replied. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Did he go back home for a break or did he stay in the country to work?

He hadn't posted on Instagram. It was like he'd vanished into thin air, just like you'd wished for when you broke up with him. Which you had to remind yourself, you broke up with him. It didn't make it any easier.

Have you heard anything from Tom?

You'd given in and texted Zendaya, with who you'd patched things up. You couldn't bear to lose her too.

He's actually in town.

The reply was quick and it almost caused your heart to jump out of your chest. He was in town and you didn't know. She hadn't told you without prompting. Had he asked her not to?

The address to the hotel he was staying in flashed on your screen and your heart started jumping again. Thumping loudly, so loudly you could hardly hear yourself think.

It was late. Late enough that paparazzi wouldn't follow you. Late enough that Tom would probably be asleep. Late enough that maybe he wouldn't even want to talk to you if he was awake.

After pulling a few strings, you were standing outside his hotel room. Your hands cold in the pockets of your jacket. Taking out a hand, you formed a small fist knocking on the door gently. No response.

You waited, biting your lip and debating whether you should just go. Shaking the defeatist attitude, you knocked again. This time with a little more force.

It took a few seconds, but the door opened slowly and a shirtless Tom peaked his head through the small crack.

"Hi," you exhaled. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you saw him. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Your heart was happy to see him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping.

"You didn't answer my text," you almost whispered. It was as if you'd forgotten how to speak, how to put words together to form a cohesive thought.

"What?" he said furrowing his brows, he still hadn't opened the door completely and you were standing outside his hotel room awkwardly playing with your fingers.

"I text you-"

"You broke up with me. Am I obligated to respond? I've been busy..." he added almost as if to soften the blow.

Stepping back at the sound of his raised voice, you nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Walking backward, you apologized again turning on your heel, walking back towards the elevator. You heard the door close as you walked away cupping your hand over your mouth to block the ugly crying noises that were desperate to escape.

Pushing on the elevator button aggressively, you waiting for the ding. It felt like the longest seconds of your life. When the doors finally opened you stepped in. Again, the wait felt like an eternity. They were finally closing, but you saw an arm stop the doors.

It was Tom with his disheveled hair and a shirt. He'd put on a shirt.

"I didn't reply because it hurt too much," he confessed standing in front of you as the elevator doors closed. Your bodies shook as the elevator moved down and you held on to the railing to hold your ground.

"I wanted to. I wanted to reply, but you broke up with me." His voice cracked. You wiped some of the tears that'd started falling from your face. He was right.

"I'm sorry," you said finally looking at him. The tears were back, but you weren't wiping them this time. "I want to-" your voice cracked and your chest tightened. You stopped and inhaled deeply watching Tom stand in front of you with confusion.

"I want to try again. Please." Stepping forward you tried reaching for his hand, but he retracted it quickly running both hands through his hair and cupping one over his mouth.

"We can't-" he said softly the elevator doors finally opening. This was your queue.

"It's fine," you smiled forcefully shaking your head as he tried approaching. "It's okay. I'm going," you said pushing past him quickly leaving him dumbfounded on the elevator.

The air was cold as you stepped outside. Your tear-streaked face was faced with the cold wind and tucked your hands into your coat again silently sobbing as you aimlessly walked down the street.

"Wait!"

Were you hallucinating? Turning you saw Tom standing by the hotel entrance. He was walking towards you. Your feet worked quicker than your brain, you started walking towards him too. Each step quicker than the one before and soon enough you were face to face.

His breathing was heavy, his hands cold as they made contact with your cheeks.

"Let's try again," he whispered as he brushed his nose against yours. His lips only centimeters away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his body, you closed the gap. The tears that pooled on your cheeks coursed down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Losing yourself in the kiss, you tightened your grip around him and his thumb gently wiped the tears.

You didn't know how things would work out, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Publicly or not. You'd never stop trying.

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[thelostandforgottenangel]

Hiding

Please be warned if you're easily triggered by abuse skip ahead!!

It had been closed to a week since Michelangelo had heard from his best friend, normally she was calling and texting him non-stop always up to come visit him whenever the woman could find the time between school and her part-time job but lately she seemed to be pulling away from him

At first he thought nothing of it, she was busy maybe she would come around but once he realized he hadn't heard from her in what almost felt like an eternity he started to get worried. When he called her phone and it went straight to voicemail that was when the youngest turtle started to question if she was okay

When was she ever not with her phone

When has she ever gone this long without sending him a funny picture or asking for him to tell her a joke; what worried him more was none of his brothers had heard from her either which explains why right now he was hurrying over the city towards her home

He didn't have to see her if she was busy he just needed to make sure she was okay

When the turtle landed on the fire escape with not so much has a sound outside her window it was obvious something was up; her window stood wide open but the room was pitch black much like the rest of her home, any other time he would have heard her music playing over the radio she always kept on to chase away the quiet but inside the dark void there was no sound

Slowly and quietly Michelangelo climbed through the window stepping into her room instantly feeling the heavy atmosphere "Hey sugar? You in here babes?" Almost instantly there was a shift towards her bed going to take another step before her small form was in front of him pushing him back

"What are you doing here...?" her small voice shook brokenly as she put more force into her pushes trying to move him back towards the window even if she wasn't succeeding "You need to leave... Mikey you need to go home now-!" she didn't dare to speak over a whisper as she listened for the other person in her home praying he either wasn't home or was knocked out cold pressing closer to her friend as she tried to guide him away shaking horribly as she tried to keep him quiet

"Dollface its been days! You're not answering any of my messages and haven't called me in Forever"

"Mikey please be quiet! Please don't make any-"

He chuckled lightly reaching over for her lamp and flipping it on unsure why she was trying to force him out when normally she invited him in but it's a light flashed on and she flinched away his eyes caught sight of her face before she could turn away his hands were cupping her cheeks looking at her in complete shock as his heart shattered within his chest "Babycakes-?"

He pushed her hair out of the way as his blue eyes took in her discolored face bruises marring the once beautiful flawless skin and those bright loving eyes carried horrible bags along with a black bruise, her soft pink lip busted and bleeding, and a bandage around her shoulder where he could see around the edges were purple "What happened- oh god are you-?" It took a minute but as his eyes glanced around he saw her normally bright room was destroyed her pictures he had made her ripped from the wall and destroyed now replaced by several cracks and holes in the dry wall that she had desperately tried to cover but had failed, her mirror shattered and on the floor, her radio was shattered against one of the walls and he caught sight of her cell phone smashed beyond repair

She froze pulling away from him as she looked back listening intently before he looked up at the door finding she had it locked and barricaded by her dresser "You have to go... Mikey sweetie you need to get out of here-" she started to push him as tears soaked her face swearing on everything in her being she had heard the floorboards creak trying to push him out the window "Please go - go before he hurts you Mike-"

"What happened... Did he do this? Did he touch you?" he had her wrapped in his arms something in him shifting as he's shushed her softly trying to calm her down brushing his fingers through her tangled hair "Did he fucking hit you!?" Normally Mikey didn't cuss out of anger more than likely to say it out of fun but right then his baby blue eyes were burning from anger glaring at the door as he heard the doorknob turn

"M-Mikey..."

It was no secret to him that his friends mom was away on a business trip and she was worried about her babygirl so she has asked her ex-husband to keep an eye on the woman but it was something else he had heard from one of his brothers that bothered him, her father had recently gotten out of jail after a few years for beating his wife and he wasn't allowed to be in the home but since her mom had a left he had made himself at home and had been quite the pain in the ass for his daughter

If he could even be considered her father he had left when she was two showed back up when she was thirteen and had put both of the two women through hell until he was arrested for almost killing his ex-wife in a drunken rage

The pounding on the door made her jump crying out in panic pressing closer to him as she sobbed softly her eyes wide in fear as a man screamed at her to open the door and it's set something off in Michelangelo that he almost never felt; for a moment he wondered if it was what Raphael felt all the time. The anger boiling in his stomach from seeing her in such a state; bruised, beaten, and shaking in terror as the man tried to kick the door in clinging to him tightly even as she continued to beg him to leave pissed him off to no end

He growled gently picking her up and pushing her into the corner handing her one of his weapons and gently placing several pillows around her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead "Stay right here babe I won't let him hurt you again-" she reached out grabbing his arm as he turned before he heard the splintering of wood patting her hand softly before turning off the light hearing her whimpering as he pushed her dresser out of the way before the door flew open

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!? GET Y...YOUR BITCH ASS OVER HERE YA FUCKING SLUT SNEAKING BOYS IN M' HOUSE THINKIN YOUR GONNA WHORE YOURSELF OUT LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER! I HEARD THE LITTLE BASTARD!"

The man's drunken voice entered the room as Mikey hid in the shadows letting him take one step forward before his fist connected with the man's jaw sending him flying out the door "What was that you sack of shit?" he would have been lucky if that was all he got but the turtle grabbed him up and didn't hold back once the man tried to stumble back into her room "You son of a bitch!" Mikey pinned him against the wall hidden by the shadows in the dark hallway as he unleashed every bit of anger on the man his fist connecting over and over with her abusers face feeling his jaw disconnect and his nose break under his knuckles "You put you hands on a woman just try to put your hands on me"

Mikey wasn't sure how long he had laid into her bastard of a father but her screams and her small arms wrapping around him suddenly pulled him back "Mikey... Stop baby stop please- I'm sorry I'm so sorry please just stop" it wasn't until then that he noticed the man was unconscious and his knuckles were bloody breathing fast as he threw the man down quickly wiping his hands off on a discarded towel before turning around and wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest her hands clinging tight to his chest plate "L-Lets go... he's not worth this please take me from here I want to go home Mikey take me home!" he gave the man one last look before pulling out his cell phone sending a message to Casey letting him know what happened and the address telling him to bring several of the cops and get the garbage out of her mom's apartment

"Okay baby - come on let's go home" gently lifting her into his arms pressing several gentle soft kisses across her bruised face he smiled at her whispering how beautiful she was as he grabbed a few things stuffing them in a bag and putting it over his arm before he was out the window leaving the home behind as he headed towards the lair "Donnie will fix you up gorgeous then you're staying in my room I'm going to make you comfortable and cuddle you until you feel better" he tried hard not to show how upset he was but her hand on his neck made him look down as tears dropped off his cheeks being left behind on the winds as he hurried to get her home "Your staying with us... I don't care if you don't want to you should have called me I would have came and got you so much sooner I would never have let that happen to you-" he tried to toughen up his lip but it's still trembled as he had to stop trying to wipe away his tears before her small hand was on his cheek looking down seeing her bright smile before she pulled him down nuzzling against him even if her face was killing her to do so holding him tight

"I know... Mikey I knew you would come for me- just like you did" he pressed a kiss to her forehead holding her tighter before heading out over the city determined that no matter what she would never have to deal with him ever again

Once home as promised he took her straight to Donnie standing close by as his brother checked over their friend once more feeling his gut twisting as his brother pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal welts and bruised strap marks across her skin where the bastard had beat her with something; probably a belt but he didn't move from her side hearing Raphael talking to Leonardo and Master Splinter about going back and finishing him off but Mikey stayed put, keeping his promise he waited until she was fixed up before taking her to his room surrounding her with soft pillows before laying down beside her his arms protectively around the tiny waist whispering softly that he would protect her looking down when she said nothing only to smile when he found her sleeping soundly probably more peacefully than she had for the last week as he cuddled close continuing to pet her hair and softly promise he would keep her safe no matter what the smile that never left her lips told him she knew it was true

If it was the last thing Mikey did he would protect her with his own life and make sure she never knew what this felt like ever again "Love you beautiful- no more hiding"

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2014/2016 #mikey x reader #physical abuse #bruises

[harveywritings92]

Soulmate Au: DK! Arno x Reader 2/?

Some years later...

Arno was approached by the Marque De Sade with a mission to recover some artifacts from the tombs of the dead kings before a group of raiders did, Arno was reluctant at first so the sadist noble asked what the assassin desired in return? Arno asked for his tab to be payed and a way out of France. 

The Marque didn't even hesitate he said can get him passage on a ship to Egypt. And also condition that Arno work with and protect his contact, a woman archaeologist of sorts named Y/n L/n whose excavation of the catacombs was recently hijacked and would like to know who took her research from her, however, she's not very skilled at defending herself.

He explained handing the cynical man a ripped note with an odd symbol drawn on it. "And just what does this contact look like?" Arno inquired the flamboyant man smiled slyly at the dark eyed assassin. "Oh, you'll know the second you see her." he hummed with that Arno left the tavern not noticing the cheeky grin on the Marque's face as he flipped a coin.

"This has to be a cruel joke..." Arno thought out loud as he spotted someone he thought he left behind in Paris...His soulmate. She was standing down in the market place, the assassin frowned he wasn't sure how to feel after seeing her after so long.

 She'd traded her bright floral f/c dress [that was the last thing he saw her in], for a black scarf, white long sleeve shirt, hooded gray short sleeve jacket,dark worn out tights [left thigh has a poorly patched tear in it.] and boots.

He wanted to believe she wasn't who the marque was talking about, But that hope was dashed when her tired e/c eyes scanned around the market before taking a ripped note with the second half of the symbol the marque had given him out of her satchel; checked it then took a watch out of her pocket and frowned, Y/n was waiting for him probably not even aware of who her partner/bodyguard was in this excavation her head turned in his direction!

Arno ducked out of sight as his heart rate spiked he put a hand on his chest to try and calm it down then checked to see if she was still waiting. The assassin cussed under his breath she was..."Merde." looking around Arno saw some scarves hanging off a clothesline checking around he made sure no one was watching, he took a gray one and covered his face with it, before approaching the h/c woman who did not look impressed at his tardiness.

"So, are you the one Marque sent?" she asked cautiously Arno silently nodded as the woman cocked a brow. "Hm, a silent one eh? well I have to say it's a nice change." She huffed as the two started walking the assassin hummed while cocking an eyebrow in response. 

She led him down a series of alleys before stopping across a cemetery and kept walking towards the royal crypt the gate was locked, Arno calmly pushed Y/n aside and got to picking the lock. "So do you have a name Mr Quiet, or are you one of those broody types?" The assassin cheeks heat up at her jab. "Arno" he huffed.

The gate creaked open and the assassin let the y/ht woman through first, pretty sure the was nothing down there to hurt her, unless she was afraid of a few cobwebs and cracked tiles..."Do you have the other half of this note?" Y/n asked causing Arno nodded as he reached into his jacket and handed it to her, the woman squinted as she tried to see the symbol only to cuss; it was too dark down here!

She grumbled about getting a lantern only for Arno to take the paper from her y/n gawked as this odd gold glow emanated from the silent man's eyes he looked around the crypt and waved at her to follow him, He led her to a tomb that wasn't broken into...yet. The bemused girl watched as he pushed the tomb's lid open. 

Y/n was going to ask what that was wrong with his eyes, and how he did do that? When he cussed suddenly  she looked over his shoulder the tomb was empty.. 

Y/n was going to suggest they regroup or check the other coffins but the sound of the crypt gate opening caused them to whip their heads around to see a light and shadows slowly coming down the stairs.

Y/n bit back a yelp as her bodyguard suddenly pulled her down to the floor and behind a tomb as group of raiders entered. From what they could gather the men were hired by some noble to track to dead king for the same thing Y/n and Arno were hired search for...But were having trouble finding a door? 

They mentioned something about the library too, before the leader of the group shoved their scout to the floor and locked them in the tomb, the man got up and turned on his lantern and looked around the tomb warily, before spotting rat Arno had flicked aside and immediately tipped the scout off he wasn't alone. "Whose there?!" he barked Arno stood up and the man took off the assassin cussed and turned to the Archaeologist.   

" We're going after him, try and keep up!"

"Funny was going to say the same you..."

"hrmn"

They ran after the man through the catacombs as he screamed for help, he eventually turned a corner and there was a scream! Arno stopped suddenly nearly causing Y/n to slam into his back, The y/hc girl blinked to see way he stop? and saw a gap in the floor that was home to a very long drop they looked over the edge and could faintly see the man's lantern at the bottom of this drop. 

The Assassin assessed the the width of the gap and determined it to wide and unstable for him to help Y/n across, He was about to tell archaeologist to go back and wait for him to double back to cemetery and unlock the crypt for her, but the woman had other ideas. 

[If reader is physically fit and athletic: Suddenly a figure in gray bolted passed him and jumping over the gap, it took a full second for the assassin to realize it was Y/n, he watch her land on the other side almost stumbling backwards before steadying herself.]

[If reader is chubby or just not athletic in general, Arno turned around to find Y/n gone! he frantically looked around, when he heard something scraping along the stones and looked across the gap to see a tile being pushed aside and saw her crawling out of a small crevice coughing up dust.]

Y/n wheezed and caught her breath/patted dust off her jacket before turning to face her bewildered bodyguard who was trying to understand what just happened? She went on ahead, she didn't wait for him... Images of Elise flashed in his mind before Y/n's voice echoed in his head. "Are you going sit there gawking like an owl, or are we going to continue?" She huffed about to walk off; snapping the french man out of his stupor, Arno's eyes turned cold as he made his way to her with a stern look.

"Don't ever do something like that again, without telling me..." He growled causing Y/n to flinch at his tone, before he roughly shouldered passed her, he held back a hiss as a dull pain pulsed through his right shoulder, his brows furrowed knowing full well he didn't bump her that hard. "Merde.." she hissed using her other arm to move and flex her right arm as she followed after him there was audible pop and the pain went away. 

Arno jaw tightened when he remember back in Paris when thugs had caught her, Y/n shoulder was bleeding, at the time he was just so overwhelmed with grief and anger he hadn't even thought about how bad her injuries were, Arno was soon brought out of his memory by Y/n asking. 

"Have we met, before all this I mean?"

Something about this man's voice was triggering alarm bells in Y/n's head, she's heard his voice before! but can't place it, her bodyguard looked over his shoulder at her; his dark eyes had that weird light in them again, after few seconds of consideration his eyes narrowed before returning back to looking ahead. "No." He huffed causing the archaeologist's brows to furrows in bemusement, as she silently followed after him. they eventually found they're way to the exit they had to climb up a well wall. 

Arno was going to tell y/n to get on his back, only for the girl again to surprise him when she took a hidden blade out of her bag, but it was different from his this one was thick and bent in into hook? he watched her equip it to her bad arm and and started to climb up the wall before while using the hook blade's traction to help propel herself up similar to a climb leap.

Arno wasn't far behind her as they climb out of the well. When they were out the assassin turned to the archaeologist."Where did you get that?" he demanded pointing at the hook blade knowing full well she was not an assassin, even a novice wouldn't be sloppy and insubordinate as she was today! Y/n hummed as she readjusted her sleeves and flexed her arm the brown haired man tried not flinch as he felt pins and needles in his shoulder.

"I found it, well what was left of it. among some stolen cargo from Constantinople." She further explained that she also found the schematics for it, decided to restore it, Believe her it was not easy and a real bitch to fix! Y/n had to pay a pretty mint just to get the right materials for it's repair, then taught herself how to use it. 

she demonstrated by releasing and retracting it. "It comes in handy when I'm in bind." She said starting to walk causing Arno to follow after her annoyed that the archaeologist had no idea what that blade symbolized and made her walking target, the walk to the library was a silent one until Arno broke. "What's wrong with your arm?" 

"Hm?..Oh, A shady client hired me to find a tomb, without his bosses permission." She awkwardly patted her right shoulder "...they found out and didn't take kindly to being made fools of, and decided to send him a message." she hadn't noticed her bodyguard stopped walking. 

"Message?"

"They ordered my head to be delivered to my client, didn't even see it coming, I had found a lead was walking back to my lodgings to review my findings, when I felt this...pinch I suppose? in my shoulder, next thing I know my whole right is covered in blood,and this group of men are just surrounding me, they told what their business with me was..." she licked her lips in disdain. "And one of them decided I was too pretty to kill right than and there they wanted to have some fun first."

She hissed that time always pissed her off when she recalled that time. Yes, she knew how to fight, But Y/n never carried weapons with her; what was the point? she was no one special, harmless and hardly caused any trouble! So, she hadn't really though about the prospects of her getting attacked, after few minutes she sighed and turned to look at with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

 "Doctor tried to fix it as best they could...But, whats done is done. I'm still here, and life continues to move on...Besides, I'd be pretty pathetic if I dwelled on it..." The assassin remind silent as he mull over her story up using his own words as a insult aimed towards herself.

At the time he wasn't thinking when he said it, he was just so angry! Elise was gone, but Y/n...she was still here alive, Why? why was she alive while Elise died? at the time he saw it as cruel joke that fate played on him.  

Then he saw her being attacked by those men, she just looked so scared, vulnerable,...weak. his Rage, grief, and pride gotten the best of him! he was temporarily blinded by a white flash of rage; Next thing Arno knew Y/n was staring up at him crying and terrified surround by the bodies of her would be killers... 

He hadn't even thought of the consequences on leaving her alone bleeding out in an alley, He never stopped to think if she had found her way home? or had her wounds properly tended to?

 Truth be told, a deep dark part of him actually wanted her die, so he wouldn't have to feel anything anymore... He brought out of his thoughts by Y/n cussing he came up behind her, to see Rose's men had beaten them to the library. 

Arno eyes scanned the structure and layout he when he was sure he found his way in; he turned to Y/n and sternly told her to stay put he'll be right back.

Y/n sighed and did as she was told that was until some of the raider and recognized her and immediately started walking...fast walking, spri-Fuck it! She was running! started weaving and ducking into alley. but the men were persistent!

 "Aw piss!..." Y/n wheezed as she came to a dead end when she spied a pulley baring a load wood on a weak platform, running towards it she grabbed to rope took out a pistol and fired at the stand knocking it out from under the platform bring the wood load down with it.

Y/n was soon air born as she zipped up to the roof tops, she used the hook-blade to grapple onto the ledge of a roof and flip herself onto the roof however due to the speed and sudden redirection of her momentum her landing wasn't smooth, and soon the girl was caught in a roll which led to her colliding with a wall and hitting her head, she blacked out...

#assassin's creed unity #assassin's creed x reader #soulmate au #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader

[thymika]

The Weight of a Crown 3: Bubble World

I was never fond of diaries until I wrote the first word into this notebook. A diary is something most girls carry around, it's usually a pink notebook with a bunch of notes about their prince charming. They protect their diary with their lives and lose their minds if someone reads it. I'm personally sharing this diary with all of you for different reasons. Our world is filled with heroes, those that have flashy superpowers and otherworldly strength. Many can fly, are agile, shoot arrows with perfection, and others are simply gifted. A hero isn't defined by their ability to carry a car over their shoulders or be able to destroy a meteorite. A hero can simply be an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, and with no superpowers. That's why I'm writing this diary, to possibly convey a message of inspiration.

I'm not going to lie; Yes, I also have my princess charming, and also write stupid things for no reason. I'm a mortal, what do you expect? This diary might be for inspirational purposes, but this is still my diary and I have every right to write my own nonsense. I'm just trying to be funny, bear with me...

Continuing with my story, it's time for a little bit of history. For thousands of years, our country Emerald Woodland has been divided into two sections. Recently, it has been officially stated that the North and South are separate countries, both carrying the same name with the exception of each side having the title North, or South. The North is filled with darkness because they abandoned their nature as Moon Elves. The South is where the good guys live, or that's how I used to call it. The Tree of Life is located near the Moon Lake, which is sort of in between the North and the South. My great grandfather decided that the Moon Lake belongs to us Moon Elves, therefore the Tree of Life and Moon Lake are still inside our Southern territory.

Now that I have explained some boring facts about my country, we can move on. My life was surrounded by every sort of luxury. As a royal child, my siblings and I led comfortable lives inside the palace at the Tree of Life. Suffering was something that never crossed my mind. Yes, I struggled because I am not the perfect son, but none was compared to the pain I witnessed at the young age of seven. I held tight on to Karina's hand till she stopped crying. We were exposed to some sunlight because I remember seeing Karina's damped face and reddened eyes. Her hands trembled and were cold. I felt helpless, unable to fight back or do anything to make her feel better. Uncertainty was waiting, and danger as well. I grabbed her face and quickly kissed her left cheek, close to her lips. The surprised girl widened her eyes and immediately stopped trembling. I did it without thinking, without analyzing the situation. With all the innocence in the world, she smiled at me and I couldn't resist the urge to smile back. Yes, we were scared and sad, but during those seconds, we felt happy.

The car stopped, and we felt how the sack was lifted and thrown somewhere. Our legs crashed against a hard surface, and both groaned and cried in pain. Someone opened the sack and a hand grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me up till I felt like my hair was ripping off from my head. The man threw me inside a dirty cage, Karina was treated equally and the man slammed her against my body. I felt dizzy from the impact, and slowly tried to regain my conscience. Our cage was hanging from a chain attached to the ceiling, there were other kids in cages. Some were crawling on the floor like dogs, they had thick collars around their neck. I couldn't comprehend the situation, the panic was swallowing me and taking over my body. I heard howls and screeches from the neighboring kids, the smell was pungent and triggered my stomach. I wanted to get out as soon as possible. I turned to Karina, expecting some sort of comfort, but she looked as if she had given up. "We have to get out of here," I said, pulling from her wrist, "it's too late," "what? Too late for what? We can't stay here!" "They won't let us out. These people do bad things to children."

I grasped on to the bars of the cage and shook them, "let us go!" I yelled, but nobody came to rescue us. Karina pulled me from my shirt and frowned, "no one will help us!" "Someone should," "no one cares!" "People should care! There are kids everywhere!" She stared at me for a moment and then slowly lowered her head, "not everyone does—" My world suddenly collapsed. Everything I learned at home wasn't entirely true. Not everyone was nice, not all said please and thank you. Not everyone was polite and mindful of others. That's when I realized that there were bigger things that I didn't understand despite my years of reading hundreds of books. I was living in a bubble far away from the real world.

I held on to Karina's trousers and replied, "but I care." I remember her stare, her eyes twinkled with some sort of hope. There were humans, orcs and some others which I couldn't recognize, kids from all over were stuck in cages like us. A human boy swung his cage and said, "whoever gets out from here wins." I didn't understand his words, therefore I leaned over and said, "how do we get out?" "Those guys will pick someone and take us out, eventually," "really?" "Yep. It's like being adopted, they take the best-behaved kid. We should behave." The rest of the kids smiled and stayed still. I didn't understand what he meant back then, but now I do. He was the eldest of the group and wanted to calm the younger kids who were struggling. Our situation was no game, and no one was being adopted. Somehow, we played along due to our innocence and managed to stay positive through our difficulties.

The room was flooded with smelly red and black paint; now I understand it wasn't paint, but my mind couldn't wrap the thought of blood surrounding all of us. I kept playing along with the kids and we all sang songs and told jokes. One little Orc said that he wanted to be a police officer like his father. A nightcrawler said that she wouldn't like to work, an elf like me said that he wanted to be an astronaut. The human boy who was the eldest said, "I want to be a hero," "why?" I asked, "heroes are never afraid," "heroes can sometimes be afraid," "yeah, but they do their best to keep smiling for the sake of others." I didn't think much of it, but it made me feel better, "what about you? What do you want to be?" I thought for a moment, then replied, "a strong king," "king? That's nice. What about you?" He pointed his finger at Krina, "me?" "Yeah, you," "I want to be happy," "that's a boring answer!" All of the kids laughed.

Our little moment of joy immediately vanished when a man suddenly entered the room. He had a mask over his face and wore strange-looking clothes. He approached one of the cages and abruptly took one of the kids out, the one who wanted to be a hero. I closed my eyes as I heard how he was being punched. He was dragged into the next room and his screams eventually became silent. I was petrified and tears began to roll down my face.

I looked up and stared at the ceiling. There was a ring attached to it, but the ring had a little opening. The chain that held our cage had a possibility of being tilted over if we could somehow separate the chain from the ring. I swung my body until the cage freed itself from the ceiling, we then crashed against the floor. We were surprised and got hurt, but as expected the cage opened by itself. Karina immediately ran towards the exit, I grabbed her arm and stopped her, "wait! Karina!" "What? They will get us!" "Let's help them first!" She stared at me in amazement and then agreed to help me. We opened every cage and freed the children from their cages. An Orc stepped down from his enclosure and hugged me tightly, "thanks bro," he said. The nightcrawler did so too, and some others. They weren't any different from the kids back home. I did not understand why the grownups couldn't have peace with neighboring countries, and why they hated Orcs and nightcrawlers so much. My innocent mind saw those kids as kids, and I didn't label them as anything else.

We left soon after, but I had this strange feeling hanging around, "Estes, what's wrong?" Karina asked, "I don't think I want to be king—" "why not?" "I would... like to be a hero," "hero?" "You saw how amazing that was? We saved those kids!" I was all excited and couldn't stop jumping all over the place. I really wanted to become a hero like the boy who appeared to be having fun. I won't forget that boy, he really gave me hope and cheered me up despite everything.

I fondled Karina's hair and said, "since I will become a hero, I can protect you too!" "M... me?" "Yeah, you said you are running away, didn't you?" "Mhm—" "that means... I can help you out," "how?" "Come and live with me!" "Really?" She smiled brightly, "I have this big room and a big bed and—" I suddenly remembered that she was a girl. I swallowed my words and flushed red in an instant, "and... and, well! I have plenty of space." I did stutter like a loser, but that didn't bother her at all. Karina smiled at me and I gave her a crooked grin, it seems like she noticed my funny expression because she kept on giggling here and there.

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