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deansapplepie · 1 year ago

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Inherited | Chapter 1

Summary: You go back home after a long time being far away, unfortunately you’re back for your dad’s funeral. In the middle of the grieving, you re-encounter old friends and also needs to deal with unsolved things from the past.

Warnings: death, mentions of horse accident (not very detailed, but detailed enough for you to imagine), funeral, mentions of corpse, grieving, kinda angsty.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! Reader

Word count: 3,241

A/N: English isn’t my first language so it can have mistakes. Also, I have no knowledge about funerals in USA, so this is basically based on what I see on the movies and what I know from my own culture.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Way back home

Of the reasons you’d come back to the only place you called home, you didn’t expect this to be the one. It was 2 am when you received a call from your dad’s best friend, Hershel, your father was involved in an accident with a new horse. Apparently, he fell from it, hit his head and was trampled by the horse. Daryl Dixon worked for your father and was the one that aided him at the time, unfortunately it wasn’t enough. He was too injured and died that night in the hospital.

You took the first flight back home in Georgia and now you were in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. You observed the road, the trees and fences passing, you loved these lands and you’d ha e done everything for life have allowed you to be more time here, to be with your dad… You never imagined you’d not be there when he died, not that you imagined he dying a lot, but you expected him to die of age and for you to be the one taking care of him during his last days. A tear fell from your eye descending your cheek and you simply wiped it away.

“It’s ok to cry, you know?” Maggie said from the driver sit, she didn’t understand why you were trying to put the tough act, and it worried her. “We’re talking ‘bout your dad.”

“I don’t wanna cry…” you said, partly you felt guilty you were not there for him, the person that was with him during his last moments was a man that wasn’t even his son, and you, his daughter were miles away. You felt you didn’t have the right to shed tears for your daddy, even though you had already cried a river when you received the news, on the way to the airport , at the airport, in the plane…

It wasn’t your fault all this distance from your father, the only guilt was life, you guessed. Your parents divorced when you were eight, and your guardianship stayed with your mom. There would have no problem, if she stayed around town or bought a house near his farm, but she didn’t. She wanted a new life, and you couldn’t blame her… well, not now… at the time you didn’t understand it very well.

You moved to New York with your mother, a too big city for your standards. You were used to a small city where you knew everyone and everyone knew you, not the cold big jungle that NY was. It was very difficult adjusting, you hated school… The other kids made fun of you because of your accent and criticized your clothes that wasn’t the style kids of the big city used. You just wanted to go back to King County and go to school with Maggie and Daryl, they were your best friends and you hated life without them. Many and many times you called your dad, without your mom knowing asking for him to take you home and he always told you “I can’t darling, you need to be with your mom.”, he always told your mom afterwards, because you didn’t tell her all that happened at school afraid she would be upset.

Every Summer you’d come back to the farm and spend the whole summer break with your dad, taking care of the farm, treating the animals and venturing in any crazy adventure Daryl or Maggie came up with, sometimes both of them. It was perfect all those times, until your last summer before college… After that, things didn’t really went as you wanted them to.

Soon you could see the place that was going to be forever home for you, the house in the background, the new barn, the old barn… The cows and horses on the field, you could also see many cars, not too many… but the ones you could see were probably from friends, neighbors and the little family that had already arrived. Soon, Maggie parked close to the house and both of you got off the car. Some people were on the porch and they looked at you with pity. Some gave you judgmental looks, because you were never around in the last years, most of them didn’t know you still talked with your dad everyday, or at least 3 times a week when you were very busy. You took your hand baggage from the back seat and made your way to the house, Maggie by your side.

When you were going to start going up the stairs, there he was coming in your direction… not your direction, he was probably coming for Maggie. Daryl Dixon was still handsome, well this was something that wasn’t probably going to change, his hair was longer than last time you saw him, it was an accident... You and your dad were facetiming, he didn’t know and came to talk to your dad creating a very weird situation. He was all in black, and you had just forgotten, how good he looked in this color. He went straight to Maggie’s embrace, you imagined they probably hadn’t seen each other yet. They hugged pretty tight he said something to her that you couldn’t listen and she was also telling words of comfort to him while she caressed his back.

As soon as they parted from their hug, he looked at you and extended his hand. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said, it was honest, but in the same time it was very distant.

You took his hand in yours and replied. “I’m sorry for yours too, he loved you like a son.” And you stopped there, unable to say anything else or do anything else. In pain because of your loss, and also, because Daryl and you had messed everything up, and both of you were hurt and didn’t know how to fix it.

Before the uncomfortable silence could get even worse, Gleen, Maggie’s husband, showed up hugging you. You had been to their wedding and they had visited you in NY some times. “I’m so sorry, Y/N..” You hugged him back, grateful for him being there. “Give me your baggage, I’m gonna take it inside.”

“Ask Beth where is Y/N’s room. She’ll show you.” Maggie instructed her husband, and then took your hand. “Let’s come in.”

Along the way people came to give you their condolences, some would hug you, others just give you a handshake… and despite you didn’t really wanting to see anyone, you had to face all those people, because it was your dad’s funeral. First, you’d receive people at your home to see him, tell their goodbyes… The next day, you’d head to the church with him, and the last thing, you’d burry him.

“The funerary brought him just some minutes before ya arrived, he’s in the living room. We thought it would be the best place.” Suddenly Daryl spoke by your side, but he didn’t look at you. He felt like he should give you the information, he could always tell Maggie, but it wouldn’t be very correct of him to ignore you completely during this day.

“Thank you.” You said walking in the direction of the living room. You weren’t prepared to see your dad in a coffin, you’d never be prepared for it, but it was inevitable. When you got to the living room there it was, the coffin with your dad inside, but it was closed. There was some flowers around decorating. “Wh-why is it closed?” you asked.

“I think it’s better this way.” He told you, a hand on top of the coffin just as if he wanted to prevent you from opening it. “When it arrived, I opened and I can assure it’s him.”

“He’s my dad.” You were a little offended, maybe it was your grieving, how could Daryl decide if it stays open or closed, was he like a son to your dad? Yes, but you were his daughter. “You can’t make this decision all by yourself and didn’t let me see him.” Your southern drawl appearing a little, you had forced yourself to mask your accent after some time in NY, but when you were nervous or angry… You couldn’t handle it.

“He was trampled by a horse, his face… they did a make up and all, but it’s still not pleasant. Nobody should see him like this, and I think it’s better if ya don’t.” He said, hand still preventing you from opening it. “If ya don’t believe, ask Hershel, he also saw him. Or open it and see by yerself, I don’t care, I was trying to be nice.”

“Daryl…” Maggie warned, reprehended him.

You got closer to the coffin and put your hands on the top of it. Daryl distanced himself and waited for you to open it, or not. You hesitated for a long time, but opted to not open it, if he wasn’t looking like himself… you’d rather remember of him like he was.

During the day, many people came, but they went very fast too. It was the middle of the afternoon, you were sitting on a couch. Beth was hugging you, you hold one of her hands and your head was on her shoulder. Beth was a sweet girl, she was Maggie’s younger sister and was also like a younger sister to you. You all grew together, you even called Hershel an uncle. You heard a door opening in the distance and two pairs of feet walking in the direction of where you were.

You looked at the door and Daryl appeared followed by Aaron, your friend since university and also the closest friend you had back at NY. Immediately you got up and ran to him, he hugged you tightly and you hugged him back.

“I came as soon as I read your message, you should have called me. I could have come with you. You shouldn’t be alone in a time like this.” He kissed your temple and caressed your cheeks, in the other side of the living room Daryl almost rolled his eyes. ‘Really, be all lovely with this dumbass on her father’s funeral’, he thought. Anyone, that didn’t know Aaron and you well, would think you two were a couple, the way you treated each other, how you interacted… Little did they know Aaron was gay, and actually married with a sweet man called Eric. “Eric is coming as soon as he can, he has some things to solve at his office.”

“Really? I love you.” You said hugging him one more time.

Later that day others came, like Rick, his wife Michonne and a woman named Carol, you knew she moved some years ago to a small cottage with her daughter Sophia, but it wasn’t so long ago and you didn’t know her, but you thought it was sweet that she came to give you her condolences and to say her goodbyes to your dad. With the night approaching people stopped coming, leaving only Daryl, Aaron, a distant cousin from your dad and you at the big house. You had dinner and you showed Aaron a room where he could stay, you told him you where going to rest, but you didn’t want to.

You went downstairs, the house was dark except for the flickering light of the candles from the room where your father was. Your cousin was long gone in his room, he was a distant cousin about the age of your father, so having more age he��d sleep early. Daryl was probably in his room in the basement, he lived there since his teenager years, since last time you knew his brother went to jail and he couldn’t take his father shit anymore. Your father took he in, he already passed most of his time in the farm, working and helping since young age, so why not live there? When he was little he would make just little chores, you father saw the situation of his family and didn’t want him to end up like Merle, so after school he’d always come and do small chores, when you were still around you’d make your homework together and your father would help you.

You sat on the couch in the living room, you were exhausted, but couldn’t dare to sleep. It could be silly, but you didn’t want to let your dad alone. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You sobbed, even though you were always in touch, it wasn’t the same of having you here with him. “I should have come last Christmas. I’m sorry.” Now, that you were alone, you felt like you could cry and express your emotions, you tried to not cry all day, afraid of people judgment, apparently many people thought you didn’t have the right to be sad or to even be there with your father, they could not tell you that directly, but you could hear parts of their whispers and see it in their eyes.

“Ya should sleep, tomorrow is gonna be a tough day. Too late for apologies, don’t ya think?” Daryl was leaning on the doorway, arms crossed.

“This isn’t a good time to be an ass Dixon.” You looked at him, how could your best friend become someone so unfriendly? “I’m not leaving my dad alone.”

“Hmm… like ya did all those years? Interesting…” why was he being such a dick, he didn’t even respect your dad that was in the coffin next to you.

“You should go to sleep, there’s probably more than 24 hours that you don’t sleep.” He didn’t told you, but you knew him and you knew he wouldn’t rest or sleep until all of this all over.

“I also dun wanna live him alone.” He simply answered.

He walked to the couch and sat in the other extreme from where you were sitting. Silence heavy on the room. You phone beeped and you took It to see that just now your mom had answered your message, the message you sent in the dawn before you left your home to the airport.

Mom: I’m sorry sweetie. I wish I could go, but Phil’s in a business trip and I can’t leave his bird alone.

“Just say you don’t care about your ex’s funeral, it would be more honest than making a lame excuse.” You talked to yourself, forgetting the man sitting besides you.

You didn’t bother answering her. Instead, you decided to make some prayers for your dad, this was the correct thing to do, not to stress about the lack of support from your mom, or Daryl being an asshole in front of your deceased father.

When you woke up, you were laying in the sofa, cushion under your head like pillow and a thin cover over you. You didn’t remember when you fell asleep, and didn’t even remember someone giving you a cushion or a cover. The only person around was Daryl… but no, it couldn’t be him. Could?

You sat on the couch and rubbed your eyes, when you stopped rubbing them you saw Aaron at the door. “I was just going to wake you up. Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” He said coming to you. “Go clean yourself and change your clothes. We need to take breakfast and head to the church.”

“Ok, I’m going… don’t need to boss me around.”

When you got downstairs to have breakfast, they had already took your father to the church. You ate as fast as you could. You had thought about getting your dad old pick up truck to go, but when you and Aaron got outside, Maggie and Glenn were waiting for you.

“You didn’t need to, I was going to take the truck.” You said once you were already inside the car.

“I wouldn’t let my girl drive in a day like this.” Maggie said her hand reaching you behind her seat and squeezing your leg.

“My girl, you mean.” Aaron joked, since he met Maggie they had this joke between them about who do you belong to.

At the Church the priest did a beautiful ceremony, you were called to say some words which you did with much difficulty and bursted into tears in the middle of it, having Maggie coming to your aid and taking you back to your sit. Then, Daryl was the one that spoke, everyone knew your father’s affection towards him. He was short and objective, he didn’t want to get emotional, but he said beautiful things. Afterwards, you all went to the cemetery to bury your father. When it all ended you were exhausted and wanted to just go home, cry your soul, maybe cuddle with Aaron while you waited for Eric to arrive… But that wasn’t heaven’s or even your dad’s plans.

When you stepped out of the car back in the farm, a beautiful woman, with long black hair approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m Yumiko. I’m your father’s lawyer, and I need to talk to you and Mr. Dixon.” She said offering her hand to shake.

“Ugh… thanks. Do we really need to have this conversation today?” You asked.

“Unfortunately, yes. That was one of your father’s requests when he made his testament.” She said, why did he even need a testament? You were an only child.

“Ok, let’s get inside. Dixon must be somewhere in the house.” You said walking to the entrance.

You sat at the office with Yumiko and Daryl, she got all the documents from her briefcase and then started. “Mr. Y/L/N, left half of his belongings to his daughter Miss Y/N Y/L/N and Mr. Daryl Dixon, he divided everything in equal parts for both of you.”

“I dun wanna anything, ya can pass my part to her.” He said quickly, didn’t even stop to think. Having to share things with you? That was the last thing he wanted and he lived, worked and spent time with your father because he loved him and not because he wanted his belongings or anything.

“There’s one observation about Mr. Y/L/N’s testament, if any of you don’t want or can’t come to an agreement about this. Everything should be inherited by Mr. Negan Smith his nephew.” When Yumiko finished talking you both looked at each other and it was as if you had a conversation in your minds.

“We agree, both of us, right Daryl?” You said without looking from Daryl.

“Yes, we agree.” He said. He thought it would be all kinds of messed up this agreement, but he also knew neither of you liked Negan and you would both hate to see this property in his hands.

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crossguild · 1 year ago

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things about lovelace that are canon:

went to west point

played basketball in high school and college

basketball career cut short because of a car accident that shattered her knee

deployed in iraq

born & raised in brooklyn, NY

broke her wrist trying (unsuccessfully) rescue mason fisher in an asteroid shower

brilliant tactician, has problems with authority

described as 'both a workaholic and a prankster'

dad is a district judge, her mom was a marine

both a career military woman and a staunch liberal

the only thing about lovelace the fandom seems to talk about:

lesbian

also she's very hot

... like listen. my point here isn't that no one should headcanon her as a lesbian (i do most of the time as well!) or find her hot (i also do this), it's that it's just very obviously something primarily white fandoms do to characters of color, to project their own non-canon experience onto them rather than relating to the character on the things that are explicitly canon about them. it's also highkey fetishistic when all people can talk about with her is how she's a lesbian and they find her hot.

like, non-polish fans can relate to minkowski's desire to be taken seriously and fit in, which are things she actually has. people who aren't white men from texas are capable of relating to eiffel's self esteem and impulse control issues, which he actually has. people who aren't AIs are capable of sympathizing with hera's struggles with anxiety and disability, and extrapolate on her experiences on her terms, without projecting their own. what is it like to be a disembodied voice whose best option for 'friend' still doesn't hold you in high enough regard to not call you derogatory nicknames?

why are white fans so deeply incapable of taking isabel sofia lovelace as a character in her own right and analyzing her as she is without projecting their own experiences onto her?? why do i never hear anyone talk about how her relationship with her dad and her mom might have influenced both her decision to join the military and her political views? or about like. fucking literally anything about her that isn't predicated on their attraction to her? can we get maybe a mention of the all-but-diagnosed ptsd? that's a rhetorical question. we know why.

#isabel lovelace #wolf 359 #i mean once you start seeing it u don't stop seeing it #lbr the way ppl talk about the other characters is garbage too #but at least it's just cringe and not actively indicative of deep racial biases!#every time a white fan says they hc her as a lesbian i conjure another keplace headcanon

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xoxoavenger · 11 months ago

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Heyy!! I saw your 12 days of christmas prompt before, and I was wondering if I could request a (slight enemies to lovers) Jack Thompson x reader fic, where it’s the reader’s first time in NY in December and she gets mildly overwhelmed by all the lights and stuff before running into Jack by accident? :) (I was trying to come up with something relatively festive and this was what my brain came up with lmao 😭😭) Anyway, I’m in love with your writing and I really wanted to see this kinda prompt with your Jack interp!! <3

thank you so much! I hope this is good I worked really hard on it and i think it turned out amazing <3

Lost In the Lights

word count: 1507

warnings: none

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Y/N was lost.

She would never admit it, would not ask for help from the tall men in big coats and fancy hats with even fancier shoes, but she had no idea where she was. Everything in New York looked the same to her, and she had let herself have a glass of wine and a gin and tonic at the small pub she had stopped at, so she wasn't exactly sober either. She wasn't drunk, not by any means, but she didn't have alcohol often.

And then there was the city itself. It was freezing, the October weather surprising her. She was shivering in her sweater and small coat, wishing she had been smart enough to either bring a bigger coat or not come during the beginning of winter.

And the lights. She knew that people said that as the sky got darker in New York, the city got brighter, but she didn't realize how true this would be until it was 6:30 at night and she felt like she could see everything as clearly as if it were sunny. But she couldn't feel the warmth from this so she was just shivering as she walked through Rockefeller Square. She had been looking up at the building when she realized her feet were still moving and she ran straight into someone else.

This was a common occurrence in New York, she had come to realize, but this time she was already off balance. She clutched to the person in front of her, grabbing his arms as he put his hands on her waist to keep her from falling.

"Shit," She whispers, looking up at the man. He was tall with blond hair, dark eyes wide and looking at her concerned. She's just intoxicated enough to stare at him for a moment longer than she should have.

"Are you alright?" He asks hands moving higher, but still on her waist to steady her. She never wants him to let go. His hands feel huge on her back, and it makes her face flush in a way that she hasn't felt in awhile.

"Uh," She blinked as her brain came back online.

"Hello?" He lets go of her and she instantly feels the cold of New York against her cheeks. Who knew this guy would be such a prick?

"Sorry," She's slightly bristled now. She hadn't meant to run into the man, it had just happened. "I didn't mean to. It's just my first time in New York." She steps back, clearly annoyed.

"Here's a tip, tourists are so easy to spot because of shit like this." He tells her, feeding into her anger.

"I moved here." She explains.

"Even worse." The man rolls his eyes and Y/N scoffs.

"Good thing it's a big city." She sighs as she walks away without a goodbye, upset that this is the first man she met.

"Great." He mutters, continuing his walk home. He's never been so thankful for how big the city is.

Jack is running late. And he is not a man who runs late often. It's also raining, and he forgot his umbrella. Nothing is going well.

His car is still in the shop, and at this point he thinks he may just have to get a new one. After waking up late, he's practically sprinting to the subway nearest to him. He barely makes it through the doors as they're closing. He nearly slips as he skids to a stop, his jacket the only thing keeping him from being completely soaked through. He slicks his hair back and grabs the pole across from him, accidentally grabbing the hand on someone else. As he looks up he doesn't have the chance to see who they are before the train lurches and the person goes flying into him.

"Oh dear," The girl says, hand on his chest to steady herself. His hand is on her back, and although she pulls back to look at him he knows who she is before he can see her face.

"You've gotta be shitting me." He mutters, pulling back to see her. It's the same girl who he ran into the other day in Rockefeller Square.

"You again?" She recoils, brows furrowed. Jack cannot believe his luck, if that's what you could call running into one person twice in a week.

"You ran into me! Twice!" He's losing his patience, and he only feels slightly bad.

"You've got to be kidding!" She yells, catching the attention of everyone else in the car.

"Lower your voice," He looks around nervously, clutching his briefcase as tightly as he can. Being an agent and also slightly an introvert, he hates the attention.

"What's your name?" She asks. It jars him, because she was just yelling at him.

"Jack," He answers, too confused to answer with a question of his own. What was with the sudden switch up.

"Well, Jack, if you weren't such a dick then maybe we could have been friends when I first ran into you! You could've been my first friend in New York." The subway finally makes enough stops that there's open seats, and Y/N sits down without thinking to check were they're at.

"I don't have friends." He scoffed, looking away from her.

"That makes two of us." They make eye contact at this before he looks away, unable to look for too long. He knows he'll feel like shit as soon as he sees that she's hurt.

"Alright," He's not quite sure what else to say, looking down the car through the window to another car. There's a man and a woman in that one talking to each other, both with smitten expressions.

"So, you're not gonna ask?" She questions, causing him to look at her. He takes in her face, her hair, her eyes, and wonders why he didn't notice how beautiful she was when they first bumped into each other.

In his defense, he had been having a bad day.

"Ask what?" He's very confused, and his feelings are making him more confused.

"What my name is." When she says it he realizes he never asked.

"Oh, right," He chuckles, trying to play it cool. He's about to ask when the subway stops and she looks up.

"Oh, gosh!" She yells, seeing she missed her stop. "Nice meeting you, Jack!" She calls before running out.

"I never got your name!" He calls, but the doors are already shut and she's long gone.

"How would I go about finding someone who isn't apart of a case?" Jack asks Peggy one day. He thought that he'd possibly run into the girl again, but after a month of having to stay late from leaving at all different times to try and catch her, he's at the end of his rope. He's cannot keep doing this.

"What?" She asks, looking up concerned and confused. They're the only two in the office, having stayed late tonight.

"I need to find a girl." This clears absolutely nothing up. "A normal civillian."

"Jack," Peggy puts down what she's working on, trying to figure out what exactly he needs. "Why do you need to find a girl?"

"I ran into her twice and I can't stop thinking about her." Jack has never talked about a personal things with Peggy, so she decided to help him this time.

"What's her name?" Peggy asks, leaning back and crossing her arms.

"Funny story about that." He starts, making himself comfortable as he sits on her desk. "I don't actually know."

"Jack," Peggy starts, pinching the bridge of her nose. She's absolutely too tired to deal with this.

"I know," He starts, crossing his arms now.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asks.

"Help me?" He asks, but Peggy shakes her head.

"You're on your own for this one." She shrugs, and Jack groans.

It's two months before he sees her again.

He was walking through Rockefeller once more, taking in the tree and the lights that shine even brighter in December. He turns just in time to see someone directly in front of him, who's looking at the lights as well.

"Oh," She says when she bumps into him, letting his hands grasp her waist in response to her grabbing his arms for balance.

Of course it's her.

"What's your name?" He whispers, not letting her go this time. She blinks up at him for a few seconds while he takes time to stare at her. Red and green lights reflect in her eyes, shining across her face and making her look like she came straight out of a painting. Jack wouldn't be surprised if she had.

"Y/N," She answers, and it's like music to Jack's ears. They smile at each other as they let go slowly.

"Go ice-skating with me, Y/N." He nods to the ice skating rink next to them. He doesn't ask, because he's afraid that after their last two meetings her answer will be no.

"Only if you hold my hand." She offers with a smile.

"I'd never let go." He grabs her hand and they make their way to the rink.

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carnivore-voyeur · 26 days ago

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Maybe I’ll convince one of my friends to road trip with me to Philly for the show July 19th if they don’t have any Upstate NY dates added. I refuse to go anywhere near NYC.

Philly is cool. I asked my parents to bring me there just so I could see the wall of skulls at the Mutter Museum when I was like 15. I had an obsession with medical oddities back then.

The drive would suck, though, seeing as I’m the only one who can drive and it’s almost 5 hours to get there. The farthest I’ve driven for a concert was two hours to see FOB months after I nearly died in a car accident.

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mordeiswrld · 2 years ago

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TMNT BAYVERSE! X FEM!READER (Platonic)

For @sadakorosee ☺️

Summary: Y/N is a close friend of the turtles. Suddenly she has an accident with the Foot. What happens when the 4 Terrapins find out?

Fic type: Oneshot

Admin: L

Time started: 11:33 AM JAN 31st

Warnings: Injuries, Violence, Blood, swearing

“And then Casey broke his hockey stick on Raph’s shell and Raph spent almost half an hour chasing him around the lair!” Mikey said as he cackled at the memory Leo and Donnie just smiling to themselves while they sat on April’s couch Leo reading and Donnie on his laptop but Raph just huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes “he’s still not gettin’ off the hook, don’t get it twisted” Raph muttered as he continued to clean his sais. I just laugh along with Mikey “don’t hurt the poor guy! He’s harmless...mostly” i say as i pick up my phone and check the time. 1:28AM. Shit. “Ah shit, i gotta head home guys.” i say as i start to gather my things. “Do you need one of us to walk you home Y/N?” leo asked as he started to close his book. I just shook my head, “Nah im fine going on my own. My house isn’t that far from here. See you guys tommorow maybe?” i say as i start to walk towards the front door. “Hell yeah dudette! We’re still on for our Mortal Kombat match, and you better be ready this time.” Mikey says as he sits on the ciuch backwards just to look and point at me with a playfully serious look. I jokingly roll my eyes, “yeah yeah i’ll be ready...ready to kick your ass” i say confidently and i didnt wait for an answer as i unlock the door and walk out and close it behind me. I walk down the stairs from april’s apartment towards the garage that holds the other residents’ cars. As i make it towards my car something feels...off. It had suddenly gotten colder and eerie. I hesitantly brush that feeling off and hop inside my car and drive off.

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“PLEASE ME BABY, TURN AROUND AND JUST TEASE MEEEEE BABY YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I NEEED BABY~” i sing my heart out to the radio station playing since it was weirdly quiet on the dark streets of New York. As I get ready to get to my turn i blink and somehow a Jet black Sedan appears starts to speed right towards me—Obviously driving on the wrong side of the road. “WHAT THE FUCK—” I say as i try to swerve out of the way but the car was too fast! My car made a loud screeching sound before....

BAM

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‘My head is pounding...everything hurts so bad...what happened..?’ i think to myself as i slowly start to regain consiousness...i open my eyes and wince at the brighr light that’s above ny head. As ny grogginess starts to wear off a bit i realize my hands were tied to behind my back. “What the hell...?” i just barely rasp out...i must’ve been out for a while. “Oh good your finally awake” an animated voice came over some sort of...speaker? I couldn’t tell. I was in too much pain to care. “Who are you...what do you want.” i ask casually. “Ive watched way too many movies and i already know how this goes, you obviously want something from me whether it be information or some kind of salary” i continue. The animated voice is quiet for a moment before the person on the other side starts to laugh sinisterly. “You’re a smart one aren’t you? But we don’t want anything from you per se. We want to simply use you as bait” they said casually as if it was the most normal thing to say. Confused i tilt my head to the side “bait? For what?” i question not fully comprehending what they were saying “i thought yiu watched these kinds of movies before doll, maybe you arent as smart as you think you are babes” they say in a teasing tone “the turtles, we know your friends with them. So we’re gonna keep you for a while and lead them here so we can—well you don’t need to know all of that. We just need them here” they said as a hole in the floor appeared and a plate of bland food appeared then a mechanical hand with a fork tried to feed it to me. I refused and kept moving away. The voice sighed “we’re gonna be here for a looooong while my friend”

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MIKEY’S POV

“AW COME ON THAT’S THE 5TH TIME IN A ROW MIKEY” Raph shouted as he threw his controller on the ground after losing another round of Mortal Kombat. I threw my head back and let out a loud laugh “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR CHALLENGING THE MASTER” I boasted as I stood up to do a victory dance. “Whateva’ weren’t you n Y/N suppos to be havin’ some sort of match or somethin’” Raph questioned as he folded his arms over his chest and looked towards the lairs enterance. I gasped. I forgot! He quickly ran to my phone and called you it rang 4 times before inevitably going to voicemail so I tried 5 more times before long her inbox was full and I started to worry. Did she flake out on me? Did you forget too? Curious, i went into Donnie’s room where he was working up some concoction. “D-Man have you heard from Y/N anytime today?” i asked asked as i tried to message her instead, if she was unable to answer her phone. Donnie paused and checked his phone, “No, i haven’t heard from her. She would’ve said something if she was busy or something had come up” he said as he started to grt skeptical. “Hey guys, you might wanna look at this” Leo shouted from the living room. Once the brothers arrived they saw that the news was on and the reporter was at a car accident that happened not to far from April’s apartment. “so far no bodies have been found—” the reporter babbled on but none of the brothers listened much further as they soon got a call from the police Chief.

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3RD PERSON

“Oh good you guys made it” Chief Vincent said as she saw the 4 terrapins. “What happened” leo said, tone and face ice cold and stern. “There’s been a collision. No bodies were found though surprisingly. No one knows if anyone died or not.” she says as she gives them the pictures detectives have snapped prior to their arrival. Donnie and Leo look through them but Donnie stops on one photo “What is it Donnie?” Leo asks, Donnie hesitantly turns the photo over and shows the car that was completely totaled. “Is that...?” Leo asks, suddenly out of breathe. Donnie nods “seems like it. And from the evidence they managed to get, the black car hit her head on. And the camera footage cuts out before—” “wait did you say black car?” leo interrupts his purple clad brother who just nods his head “what model?” leo asks, blood now boiling. “They say it was a seda—oh fuck” Donnie says as he stops himself; finally realizing what’s going on. “RAPH, MIKEY, WE’RE ON THE MOVE” Leo shouted as all 4 brothers ran up to the roof where Donnie explained what had happened. “So your telling me, the foot crashed into her on the road and kindapped her?! What kinda bullshit?!!” Raph shouted as he looked around at his brothers in anger. Donnie gasped which brought attention to him, “what?” the 3 brothers asked in unison, “i hacked into her phone and got her loctaion shes in some sort of warehouse and it seems like they’re doing more than just kidnapping” he said as he put the audio on speaker. “Tell me where they are bitch, i won’t say it again. A deep voice shouted “I’m not telling you a goddamn thing. I’ll take this shit to the fucking grave if I have to, you ain’t getting a peep out of m–” they heard you say but before you could finish a sharp shriek filled their ear holes. “Im done waiting kill her off. Now” the unknown voiced boomed before Donnie’s connection went dead. “we gotta go. NOW” leo shouted. And with that the brothers quickly made their way to the foots hideout

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Y/N’S POV

I’m in so much pain...they’ve kicked me around, waterboarded me, stabbed me, anything you could think of. Just to make me talk, just to get me to spill. But i’m not letting up, not even if this is where my life ends im not saying shit. “So you still won’t talk huh?” the animated voice returned, they had lost their charming words,backhanded compliments and niceness now it was replaced with agitation and venom. “I never fucking will.” i spat back. Not out of confidence but out of loyalty to the brothers. They’re like my family. I’d never put them in danger even if it costs me my life. “Fine then. I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way” they shouted but it was muffled, probably from them gritting their teeth as they spoke, trying not to lash out on a monitor screen and not the real me. Suddenly 3 foot soliders come into my room and untie me but only to place their cold glover hands around my arms in a tight hold that may cause bruising later. We walk down many hallways, passing different doors with different signs and noises of pure agony. Then we went through a huge metal door that held the person behind the voice— a person in upgraded foot gear and shredder. “Finally. We meet in person” the person said as they place their hands on their hips and look at me with manic wide eyes. “Tie her to that pole.” shredder demands and the soliders obey and pull me towards the pole. As im getting tied up i see 4 figures pass by a window above us in my peripheral vision. A smile ghosts upon my lips but i instantly wipe it away, as to not alert shredder. “Now we will only say this one more time woman. Tell us where the turtles are or you’ll meet an untimely death” shredder bellows at me. I struggle to smile but i try to anyway and it comes out looking like a grimace. “I already told you....im not telling none of you a damn thing” I say breathlessly. Shredder growls in annoyance and snaps his fingers soon 2 soldiers and the more advanced soldier surround me one has a knife the other has a needle with some sort of glowing liquid ‘is that what mutagen looks like???’ i question myself but that random thought dies when i make eye contact with the AS (advanced solider) they were spinning the barrel to a loaded pistol..silently humming to themselves as they watched the solider with the knife jam it through the skin on my forearm “AH FUCK” I yell in pain. “Talk Woman or it’ll be more than just a stab.” shredder says as he watched from afar. I open my mouth but before i ciukd say anything 4 glass windows shatters around us and the 4 brothers start kicking ass! Leo and Raph take on Shredder like wild beasts while Mikey rains hell upon the 2 soldiers and Donnie takes on AS “Why did you guys HAVE to come at this time, we were just getting started” AS says as they pull out a double sides scythe and starts to attack Donnie. Donnie flawlessly but clumsily dodged all of her attacks and manages to hit the scythe out of her hand and knock her off her feet. “DONNIE KICK IT TO ME” i yell, Donnie hesitates before listening and shoving th weapon towards me. I squat down and carefully pick up the sharp part and start to cut through the rope they had me restrained in while trying not ro move my arm too much to no cause the knife to fall out. When i got free I immediately hobbled over towards a spot that was out of sight from the soldiers and shredder. I silently clutched the arm with the knife in it and applied pressure to it. After a while everyone was down and the turtles tie them up and wait for the police. I slowly crawl out from my hiding spot and search for Donnie. When i find him he’s looking at the needle one of the soliders had. “Donnie a little help please?” i ask as i hold up my stabbed arm. He turns his attention towards me and panics “ah shit um let me see what i have!” he says as he takes his backpack off and starts to frantically rummage through it. He takes out his med kit and starts to examine the wound. “Its gonna need stitches. I won’t be able to stitch it but when the paramedics and police come they can take you to the hospital.” TBC...

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