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It’s not hard to guess who inspired this, hm?


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Title: Realisation

Pairings: Jimmy Darling x Female!Reader

Warnings: emotionally and physically abusive relationship, Dandy being an asshole.

Request: request ~ can you do a one shot in which reader is attracted to jimmy but trapped in relationship with someone else and she finally talks to him and jimmy ends up reascuing her from her relationship. (i;ve requested this from other people before and never got response) essentially she;s trapped in an emotionally abusive relationship and she’s attracted to jimmy and doesnlt think anyone couild love her in return.

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Y/N did not want to be here. Dandy and his mother had insisted she joined them in their trip to the local Freakshow, although Y/N would never say it she thought it was wrong to exploit people with abnormalities.

She glanced around, heart thumping as she tried to spot Dandy and his mother, they had disappeared to find a toilet. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that was building rapidly inside her. She wanted to be home, not the house she lived in with Dandy, but her old apartment in a complex in Jupiter.

Truth be told, Y/N hated Dandy, she just didn’t know how to escape or defile him. Dandy was emotionally abusive towards Y/N, he played the victim, making Y/N pity him when he was the one in the wrong.

Their relationship had been great in the beginning, he showered her in compliments, he wasn’t controlling, he even allowed her to spend time on her own. But during the past few months, he had completely changed. He would throw things when she asked to be alone, scream at her. He even made her give up her apartment, the one place that was really hers and she had worked so hard to get it. He forced her to read books that she normally wouldn’t reach for, watched her eat like a hawk and forced her to eat his ‘rich-people food’ even though it made her gag at the bitter taste.

Y/N slouched, giving up on finding them; at least she’d finally be able to have some time alone - for once. Y/N slumped down into Ferris wheel chair that had been detached. Finally alone with her thoughts. She leaned her head back, staring at the twinkling stars up above.

A cough caused her to flinch and jolt forward, snapping out of her thoughts. She glanced up at the person, mouth going dry and mouth opening ajar slightly at the pure beauty of the person. His Brown hair sleeked back apart from a small curly strand that was matted against his forehead, his brown eyes had an undeniable twinkle like the stars Y/N had previously been looking at. His chest and shoulders were broad and strong, his stomach visibly squishy in the green shirt he was sporting. the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he too soaked in her appearance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Darlin,” he drawled, his voice like music to her ears, matching his gorgeous appearance.

“It’s okay. Would you like to sit?” Y/N offered, gesturing to the slightly tattered seat she was sitting on.

The stranger took Y/N up on her offer, sitting down beside her. The pair’s knees brushed against each other as well as their thighs, squished together on the tiny seat.

“I’m Y/N,” she announced, “and you are?”

The stranger smiled, a deep dimple digging into his cheek - making Y/N almost swoon. “Jimmy, Jimmy Darling.”

The name was familiar but Y/N couldn’t place her finger on where it was familiar. Y/N nodded.

“I could’ve sworn Mrs. Mott had booked out all the seats, perhaps she didn’t. Are you here to see the show?”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling sadly down at his mitten covered hands. Y/N followed his eyes, frowning slightly. It was the middle of summer, why was he wearing gloves? He looked too… normal… to partake in a Freakshow.

“ ’M lobster boy…” Jimmy admitted, turning his head away from her, he couldn’t bare to see her resection to his confession.

“C - Can I see them - your hands?”

Jimmy reluctantly pulled of his gloves, placing them on his thighs. He still couldn’t pluck up the courage to look Y/N in the eye.

Her cold fingers danced along his conjoined fingers before wrapping around his wrist.

“Wow.” She huffed, astonished, however Jimmy interpreted it in a negative way. He couldn’t make his hands move away from her with all the power in his body. “They’re incredible.” Y/N mumbled, still in awe.

“What?” Jimmy whipped his head around to look at her, no one had ever called his hands incredible, nor had they ever been so fixated on them in a state of awe, usually in a state of disgust.

“You don’t agree? They’re possibly the most gorgeous hands I’ve ever seen, let alone touched.” Y/N confessed, still playing with his hands. Jimmy’s heart faltered, and sped up.

“You really think that?”

“Of course.” Y/N grinned, meeting his stare.

Jimmy was infatuated. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but Y/N was making him think otherwise.

“Y/N!” A shrilled voice ripped through the moment, making Y/N inwardly groan. “Love, where are you?” Dandy called.

Jimmy’s eyes widened as he wrenched his hands from Y/N’s grasp and rapidly tugged on his mittens. He staggered to his feet, straightening his back.

Y/N, too, got to her feet and straightened out her dress. She send a desperate glance at Jimmy before Dandy came into her sighting. Her stomach squeezed, her palms becoming sweaty.

“Love, what are you doing here with the freak?” Dandy inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N better than to back-chat Dandy, but she couldn’t help it.

“Don’t call them freaks, Dandy.” Y/N snapped, fingers trembling slightly when she realised what she had said. Her hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the gasp she emitted.

Dandy’s face grew red with rage, Y/N and Jimmy could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. He raised a hand and delivered a harsh blow to Y/N’s cheek, making her stumble onto the chair she had been sitting in.

“Hey, listen, you shouldn’t hit a lady.” Jimmy busted in, shoving Dandy backwards.

“Listen, freak, mind your own business. Why don’t you go practice your juggling?” Dandy snapped, spit flying out of his mouth in all directions, spraying on Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy looked hopelessly at Y/N, who was silently crying and holding her cheek. She could feel the bruise forming under her fingers.

“It’s okay, Jimmy, go.”

Jimmy reluctantly left and Dandy seized Y/N’s wrist and tugged her up to her feet. “How could you embarrass me like that?”

Y/N casted her eyes downwards to her feet, ashamed. Dandy tugged her back to his mother and they left, the car journey was silent the whole way home and once they were home, Dandy screamed at Y/N some more.

Y/N found herself back on the Freakshow camp, this time she was here on her own and by choice. Unhappy and unpleasant memories of that night rushing back to Y/N, making her head spin. Y/N’s hand instinctively reached for her cheek, she flinched when her fingertips grazed against the purple and green bruise.

She spotted a blonde young lady wearing a green knitted jumper and long skirt. She scrambled over to her.

“Hi, have you seen Jimmy and if so, could you point me in the direction he was in?” Y/N asked, smiling politely.

The stranger’s bright eyes widened at the horrendous bruise that sprawled across Y/N’s cheekbone.

“Erm, he should be in his caravan. It’ll say Jimmy Darling on it.” The stranger informed and Y/N went on her way, weaving through caravans.

Finally she came to Jimmy’s caravan and knocked on the door, playing with her fingers and she anticipated what she would say. The door swung open and a disheveled Jimmy revealed himself. He smiled at Y/N and offered for her to come in, she did.

They took a seat on the chairs and Jimmy took in her appearance, the lilac bags under her were obvious, as was her morbidly pale skin and the glowing shiner on her cheek.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, you didn’t deserve this. I-I am not worth it.” Jimmy apologised, placing his hands over Y/N’s, “you need to get away from him. He’s abusive and that’s not right. He shouldn’t hit a woman just because she said something he didn’t like.”

“B-but…”

“No buts. You need to.”

“I’ll have no where to go.”

It was true, Y/N no longer had her apartment. Her parents lived in another state entirely.

“You can come here.” Jimmy persuaded.

“But what if no one loves me after him?” Y/N squeaked, voice cracking as tears brimmed in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat.

“Don’t be silly. Who wouldn’t love you? You may feel as if though he’s the only man that will ever love you, because he’s perhaps the only man who’s ever claimed to love you. But there will be another man, a kinder man who will love you, spoil you rotten and never, ever, raise a hand at you. A man who will let you say what you want, even if he doesn’t agree, a man who won’t try and rip you away from freedom. I promise, a man who is better than him will come.”

Jimmy knew he would be that man, he had to be. He wanted to help her, let her be free, but she couldn’t be free if she was still devoted to Dandy.

Y/N hesitantly nodded her head, his words persuading her enough. She knew this would be hard, to leave the man who she’d been with for years, the only man she’d ever been with and ever loved, but Jimmy was tight, he wasn’t the man for her. He was abusive, and Y/N had to get away. And she would, with Jimmy’s help, even if it was the last thing they ever did.

Jimmy stood up and Y/N followed, he tugged her towards his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Y/N finally came to the realisation that this was real affection, the affection she craved, something that Dandy had never showed her, something Dandy was incapable of. Tears slipped from Y/N’s eyes and soaked jimmy’s chest.

“Thank you for helping me come to the realisation that Dandy and my relationship isn’t normal, isn’t healthy.”

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It’s A Brand New Start

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: An original, because I love Miley’s new song. Always remember, suicide is never an option. Trust me babes.

Song: Miley Cyrus – Malibu

Word count: 794

Warnings: Swearing, Hurt & Comfort, Mention of Suicide

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean / I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand 

You stood at the beach, your eyes running over the horizon of the salty blue water in front of you. You held your brown gladiator sandals in your hands, your hair in light waves with masses of hidden salt water. The white dress you wore was wet as well, slowly dripping on to the pier under you.

But you brought me here and I’m happy that you did / ‘Cause now I’m as free as birds catching the wind

Vacation to Malibu wasn’t ideal in your head, considering what had happened last time, but your parents had begged you and your therapist begged you too, to get over it, to get closure and you did. You’d never felt so calm in your life.

If only Raph could see you now. He wouldn’t even be able to tell you were the same person. Usually, you were brash, frantic and erratic.

Raphael. You’d been away from him for 2 months, for summer vacation, and you wished he’d able to be with you in that moment. You met him 4 years ago, and he’d been with you through everything that had happened; the hardship, and the heartache. You couldn’t thank him enough for that.

We watched the sun go down as we were walking / I’d spend the rest of my life just standing here talking

The last time you saw him, he took you topside, walking across the rooftops together. He gave a present, a small bracelet in his large hand. It had a small wooden circle charm on it, with a ribbon as the bracelet. Tying it himself, he made you promise to be safe when on vacation, and whenever you felt a surging pain, the pain he knew all about, that you stare at the circle until you felt at ease again. You remember the felling of his lips on yours, seeing the glimmer in his eyes when you parted and the feeling of his skin next to yours.

You felt your legs carry you back to the beach, off of the pier. The sand under your toes felt like grit, and velvet at the same time. The closer you got to the water, the louder your heart sounded in your ears.

That’s when I make the wish / To swim away with the fish


Summer 2014

This was it. It was your time to go now; to let go, and be free. Your parents wouldn’t care, both successful and too busy with their careers; they’d made enough sacrifices for you. Not any more. Your best friends: Leo, Donnie, Mikey and Raph. They spent their days without you anyway. You were always busy, or they were on patrol. You didn’t impact their lives. 

Your heart carried you to where you needed to be.

I never went boatin’, don’t get how they are floatin’ / And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand

You didn’t understand why you felt the way you did, but it was the only option, and when your legs fell off the edge of Earth, your world crumbled and your idea of reality drifted away. The long dark green skirt you wore, and the white shirt now fell about your drowning, sinking body. Not that you cared, right?

You thought that was it, that was the last time you needed to breathe, but you woke up, a clear mask strapped to your face and your body wrapped in a hospital gown. 


I never would’ve believed you / If three years ago you told me / I’d be here…

Snapping out of the daydream, you simply smiled, turning your back to your past and the vast blue depths of the ocean, and went to fly back home. Malibu had been everything it promised, warm, inviting and new. But it was definitely not home, more like the beginning to the end.

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning and you’re there to save me / And I wanna thank you with all of my heart

And when you got back, hair up in a bun with a smile on your face, your loving boyfriend smiled back, setting down his weights and opened up his arms.

“I fuckin’ missed ya loads, shortstack.” Smiling, you took slow steps towards him, and you were finally home.