#yip felt me with so much joy haha

[sokoe]

I watched s4 of tdp and I really liked it!

I have many random thoughts but I don't really have the time to turn it all into a serious post, so I'll just ramble a bit in the tags. Spoiler warning!

[junghelioseok]

Ok, but babe, the way your mind works. I’ve been slowly binging your masterlist and I HAD to stop to tell you how much I enjoyed apricity. Like… to combine atla with Anastasia, which are two well loved stories, and you pulled it off SO WELL😘😘. I LOVED getting to see some of my favorite aspects of each story. And yoongi’s characterization here is so fitting for this piece. I love how he comes off a bit tsundere, and I am WEAK for him🥺🥺. The way he’s quietly kind and considerate and doesn’t expect to be praised for his actions???? Like the way he immediately offered his seat for the pregnant woman?? And always giving mc the best accommodations like the extra tent. And “don’t think of it as goodbye. Think of it as see you late, or until next time. It makes leaving easier.” The way he attempts to comfort her… SWOON. And I ADORED how you incorporated ot7 and co. Like tae and jin being air benders???? How fitting!! Jimin as a water bender using his bending for healing vs fighting?!! And jk being the avatar??? Hahaha of course our golden boy is the master of the elements!! It wasn’t explicitly said, but is joon yoongi’s bother?? 👀👀And I love how holly the fire ferret and yeontan the air bison (yip, yip!) also had appearances🤭🤭. Those introductions were so cleverly integrated into the story, and it all felt SO natural. The way you made the atla universe come to life in this piece was ✨stellar✨. Reading about the lotus inn, “all roads lead to ba sing se”, the train being powered by earth benders, the great divide, half moon bay, the water tribes conservative culture and sexiest traditions, the agni kai, the water tribe betrothal pendant, etc was sooooo wonderfully nostalgic!! I can tell you REALLLY PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT AND RESEARCH INTO THIS STORY AND I RESPECT THAT SO MUCH!!🤗🤗 But pls the way people keep referring to her as yoongi’s girlfriend had me cackling🤭🤭. And I couldn’t help but notice that yoongi NEVER ONCE corrects them when they incorrectly assume they’re a couple👀👀 hahaha I guess the unspoken tension wasn’t as low key as they thought haha I loved seeing his soft and quiet affection for her. “… you reach up to let your hand trail through the wispy white tendrils. ‘Pretty’, you remark. Yoongi’s gaze doesn’t leave you, not even for a second. ‘Yeah. Beautiful.’”😩😩 And when yoongi gets in that fight with Zhao… I KNEW IT. I just knew he was a fire bender… which to me seems so fitting??? But pls the way zhao refers to her as his “pretty little girlfriend” and yoongi doesn’t bother to correct him and just replies that she isn’t property. I loved reading sope’s backstory about how they left their lives of comfort and high rank. This story was a literal page tuner, I couldn’t get enough of it!! One of my favorite parts tho has to be during that cherry blossom festival and she’s just bought that water tribe dress and he’s in all black (my ultimate weakness how dare you🥵) and they’re sitting on the bench. He asks if she’s excited about going home, but she’s worried about how her family will react to her. “he looks like he wants to say something else, but his words face into silence and you don’t try to break it. Instead, you let your head fall against his shoulder, smiling when he tentatively wraps an arm around your waist.” And then the morning after when they are to arrive at the water tribe… I could feel the T E N S I O N. And then when yoongi gives her a new pendant he carved himself?! And the way she kisses him?! Soooo they’re basically engaged now right?! Hahahah thank you for sharing this story with us!! Sorry this got to be so long…. I hope you’re well, friend!! Sending you all my love 😘😘😘😘

BABE!!! 🥺🥺🥺 i was not? prepared? to see this in my inbox??? but i am so so grateful and appreciative and happy that you enjoyed apricity, THANK YOUUUU ILY!!! 🥰 i was super nervous about combining atla and anastasia for the exact reason you stated - they’re both so nostalgic and well-loved and richly developed already. but i’m so glad to hear that it came across well! the research really was no joke, hahaha 😅

i ADORED characterizing yoongi in this. i love tsundere!yoongi and i love firebender!yoongi, so combining those two concepts was a no brainer. it was super fun having them slowly start crushing on each other too, like OKAY YOONGI WE SEE YOU, YOU AIN’T THAT SUBTLE 🤣 

and ot7 (almost)! joon being yoongi’s brother is such a lovely theory and i love it, but joon is actually someone else, haha. sope mention a friend they have in omashu a couple times? that’s joon, lmao. 😂 lowkey i have another fic idea set in this verse that focuses on avatar!jk (dumb maknae being good at everything 🙄) and joon would be in that one quite a bit. but ANYWAY. 

i love reading about your thoughts on your favorite scenes! and the way you pick up on some of the little throwaway details, please 🥺 i love that scene at the festival too - it was really such a joy to visualize. yoongi in all black? check. beautiful scenery? check. a good cuddle? check! 😂 

and LOOK. yoongi kind of? knew what he was doing with that necklace? he does know A LOT about the water tribes, after all. but no rush! if things work out, they work out, and if that pendant winds up being an engagement pendant after all? well? ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL 😂

(pour one out for third-wheel hobi tho, amirite 🤣🤣🤣)

[katahnisharma]

when the party’s over [2] |h.o.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Warnings: angsty but there will be a happy ending soon i promise

Summary: You’d always been in love with Harrison, but how long would you have to wait for him to notice you?

A/N: haha I'm back and I'm going to finish what I started! there will be 3 or 4 parts to this :) Read PART ONE HERE

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The minute Harrison saw you, he knew he had messed up. He didn’t know you had been standing there, and judging from the look on your face you had heard everything.

Why the hell did he say that? What had possessed him?

Harrison tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. The look of pure brokenness on your face cut him to the core. When the tears spilled from your eyes, he wanted to die.

He had done that to you. He’d made you cry, and it was all his fault.

“Y/N, no wait!” Harrison yelled, as you turned and ran from the building. He tried to go after you, but Maya held him back.

“What are you doing? I have to go find her!” Harrison hissed, but Maya gave him a stern glare.

“Are you serious?! It’s our anniversary, you can’t just leave! Why do you suddenly care anyway, we all heard what you said?” She asked, and Harrison’s heart sank. Maya was right, he wasn’t supposed to care.

But he did.

“I don’t care, I’m going after her.” He said, leaving Maya standing alone livid. Harrison pushed past the hoards of people, catching the eye of the bartender who had seen the whole thing.

“You’re a dick!” He yelled, shaking his head. On any other day, Harrison would have punched his lights out, but he knew the man was right. Only a dick would hurt someone so perfect.

He just hoped he’d be able to find you.

Eventually, Harrison made his way out of the bar and saw you take off. Though you were wearing heels, this was the fastest he’d ever seen you move.

“Y/N! Please wait!” He shouted, but it seemed to make no difference. You kept running, refusing to look back. Harrison followed, trying to keep up. But you turned a corner, and Harrison lost sight of you.

“Shit, shit, shit. Where did she go?” He panted, staring abysmally into the dark. It was late, and he knew that you didn’t know how to get home on your own. Worst case scenarios began to play in his mind and he frantically searched for his phone.

Harrison couldn’t find it.

“I left it in the bar.” Harrison hissed, slapping himself for his stupidity. He sprinted back, pushing past the swarms coming through the door to find Maya. She was still right where he had left her, with those vapid people they called ‘friends’.

“Maya, where’s my phone?” Harrison shouted, trying to make his voice louder than the music. Maya turned, her eyes cold and angry.

“Why? She doesn’t want you to call anyway.” She sneered, holding the phone away from him. Harrison rolled his eyes, and grabbed it from her reach. The bartender was watching from a distance, and when he saw Harrison reach his phone, he gave a nod of approval.

“I’m going to find her. Don’t wait up.” He turned away, leaving Maya fuming and their friends whispering to each other.

Harrison found himself back outside, alone on the dimly lit sidewalk. He brought out his phone, but to his dismay found that it was dead. Of course, Maya had chosen to omit that bit of information.

Now what?

There wasn’t a charger in sight, and the nearest pharmacy was three miles away. He knew Maya would never let him borrow her phone, and no doubt she had told their friends to do the same.

Harrison looked around and spotted a couple on the steps outside the bar, both on their phones. He walked over and asked if he could borrow one, which the woman kindly obliged him. But when he went to dial your number, he found that he couldn’t remember it.

Just like the phone number, Harrison had always taken you for granted. He’d never imagined his life without you in it.

Now he was starting to feel the withdrawal effects.

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The plane ride back to chilly Boston was uneventful to say the least. As you had expected, there was not a single call or text from Harrison. You couldn’t decide whether you were angry or disappointed, so you settled on both.

Screw him, honestly.

Determined to put him out of your mind, you wiped away a stray tear and turned back to your book. It was riveting, but every so often you would be drawn back to the events of a couple hours ago and your eyes would water again.

Even with an ocean between you, Harrison still had some hold over you,

Frustrated, you shut the book and closed your eyes. Maybe with a little sleep, things would look better. Just as you began to doze off, the overhead announcement sounded above.

“Thank you for flying Blue Airlines, we hope you enjoy your stay in Massachusetts.”

You groaned quietly, shifting to peer out the window. Sure enough, there was snowy Boston just as you had left it four years ago to study at Cambridge. With a start, you felt the plane begin to descend, and you clutched the armrest anxiously. You hated landings with a passion, but the one person who was usually here to comfort you had just called you an insignificant placeholder.

Clutching your seat for dear life, the plane came to a bumpy stop. You breathed a sigh of relief, and after waiting for most of the cabin to depart, you grabbed your things and left. The airport was unusually empty, but it was early in the morning. Most flights would leave hours later.

A quick look at your phone confirmed that your mother was waiting for you outside. You smiled for the first time all night, eagerly anticipating going home again. You broke into a slight jog, removing your luggage from baggage claim and walking outside. The rest of your things would arrive later in the week, and you were glad you didn’t have much to worry about.

“Y/N!” A voice cried, and you turned to see your mother standing by the curb. You felt tears of joy paint your cheeks, and you ran to give her a hug. She smelled like cedarwood, her favorite scent, and you were suddenly aware that it had been far too long since you had last seen her.

“Mom, I’m so glad you’re here.” You cried, sniffling into her shoulder. She stroked your hair gently, letting you cry for a few minutes. When you had finished, she took your bags and put them in the trunk of the car. You slid into the passenger’s seat and inhaled sharply. Your mother sat in the driver’s seat and looked at you softly.

“When you want to tell me what happened, you can. But I won’t push you, okay?” She said, and you smiled gratefully. Your mother had always given you your space, never angling for information. She knew you would tell her when you were ready.

“Well, it is a long ride back home. I think we have enough time for the full recount.” You laughed, and your mother rolled her eyes.

So you told her everything. The party invitation, the bar scene, the awful truth. The only part you left out was your feelings for Harrison. They seemed insignificant now, just like your friendship with him.

“That’s everything?” Your mother asked at the end, keeping her eyes on the road. You nodded, picking at your top nervously.

“Yeah, that’s everything.” You looked out the window at the blur of people passing by, when your mother began to chuckle.

“Liar. You love him, don’t you?” You whirled around, utterly speechless.

How did she-

“You forget that I raised you. I know you well enough by now. This boy wouldn’t have affected you so much if he didn’t mean something to you.” Your face flushed pink, stunned by her words.

“I did love him, but that’s in the past now.” You muttered, staring at your hands. Your mother shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe. Only time will tell, I suppose.” She pulled into the driveway of your three story home, and placed a hand on yours. “But don’t try and kill it so quickly. Weeds grow back unless you take them out carefully by the root.”

“Real poetic, mom.” You laughed, despite the fact that her words hit home. When the car came to a complete stop, you slung your bags over your shoulder and unlocked the front door. Within seconds, a little German Shepherd puppy came bounding towards you.

“Luna! My baby!” You squealed, scooping her up and kissing her head. She yipped happily, licking your face everywhere. With one hand you took her and the bags to your old room.

“Wow, nothing’s changed at all.” You whispered to no one in particular. Your mother had kept everything immaculate, but nothing had been moved or altered. It was exactly as you left it after graduation. The bedding was the same, your books were in the same order. Even your old Marvel posters were still hanging.

“Yell if you need something!” Your mother called from below, and you thanked her before falling on your bed in a heap. You stared at the ceiling, smiling when you realized your old glow in the dark stars were still there.

“It’s good to be home, Luna.” You whispered to the puppy sleeping on your lap, and for the first time all night, you were able to sleep.

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Airplanes, Coffee and Deadlines 3/?

Felicity begins working at a national newspaper where she has always dreamed of working. On her first day, she meets a very interesting photojournalist. The two will eventually work together but sparks fly immediately. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

Oliver turned off his SUV as they arrived at the address Felicity programmed into the GPS. Felicity jumped out of the car immediately.

“Hey, wait for me!” Oliver rushed to get out of the car, following her toward the house.

Felicity stopped on the steps. “Sorry, I’m just really excited.”

Oliver chuckled. “I can tell.”

Felicity knocked on the door as Oliver made his way up the step. The door was opened by a young girl who took one look at Felicity before turning back to yell into the house, “Mom, Felicity’s here!” She left the door opened and ran off.

Oliver looked at Felicity nodding toward the open door, “should we go in?”

Felicity stepped inside with Oliver right behind her. She could smell freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. Her stomach grumbled loud enough for Oliver to hear.

“Maybe we should get some food after?” Oliver looked at Felicity with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s just the smell of the cookies.” Felicity thought that explained everything.

Oliver smirked, they both turned to see a young woman around Felicity’s age make her way toward them carrying a plate of cookies. “Felicity! It’s so nice to see you again. Would you and your guest like a cookie?”

“Thanks so much!” Felicity grabbed a cookie from the plate. “Annie this Oliver Queen, my colleague, friend.” Felicity blushed not sure what to say.

Oliver jumped in. “Nice to meet you, Annie. Felicity is very excited to get her dog.”

Oliver gave Annie a smile, Felicity wondered why the other woman didn’t swoon. Damn, she’d missed him.

“Felicity, if you’ll follow me, the puppies are down in the back room.” Annie led the way down the hallway. As they got closer the sound of yipping puppies became louder.

Felicity grabbed Oliver’s arm tightly. “This is really happening!! Squee!”

Oliver had never seen someone so happy, it was as though it radiated from her. He followed them into the room. Felicity immediately crouched down and all the puppies rushed toward her. He loved watching her laugh with joy. “So which one are you bringing home?”

Felicity leaned down, scooping up the puppy she had chosen last week. “Oliver, meet  Baby.”

“Baby?” Oliver looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Baby!” Felicity squeed with delight. She turned to Annie, “I bought all the supplies you suggested. I just hope she likes her new home.”

“Well, she clearly loves you.” Annie smiled as Baby licked Felicity’s hand.

~~~~~

Oliver hadn’t seen Felicity since she brought Baby home, she took the next day off to make sure Baby was comfortable. So he was looking forward to seeing her today. He walked in the newsroom carrying two coffees.

He was more than a little surprised when he got to his desk and saw a coffee waiting for him. Not that he couldn’t drink two coffees but where had it come from? Oliver walked to Felicity’s desk.

As he rounded the corner of her cubicle he saw Baby in her bed at Felicity’s feet.  Felicity was typing on her laptop. “Good morning! I brought you a…”

Felicity turned to face him, coffee in hand.

“Another coffee. Oops!” Oliver placed the coffee cup on Felicity’s desk.

“Thank you!!! No worries! It’s a MANY coffee kind of day. This one,” she pointed a Baby sleeping soundly in her bed. “Would not sleep last night, no problems now.” Felicity yawned.

Oliver chuckled. “I’m sorry. I guess there is an adjustment period.”

“Yes.” Felicity smiled. “I hope you can also handle two cups of coffee. I picked one up for you too.”

“Thank you, Felicity. You didn’t have to do that.” Oliver was so happy to be back.

“Neither did you.” Felicity nodded at him. “We will both be well caffeinated.”

~~~~~

Felicity left Baby with the librarians who adored the puppy when went for the assignment meeting. She was assigned her first crime story. There was a stabbing in broad daylight, she needed to head to the scene right away.

She walked out of the meeting trying to decide if she could bring Baby home first when she felt a hand on her elbow.

“Hey, you can leave Baby at my desk. I’m editing and proofing photos today, staying office-bound.” Oliver noticed the excitement on her face when she was given her story but then the look of concern. He realized it was probably about Baby.

“Are you sure? I mean, she’s not your responsibility.” Felicity was so grateful but she didn’t want to take advantage of Oliver’s kindness. He had work to do too.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I couldn’t do it.” Oliver reassured. “Where is Baby now?”

“I left her in bed sleeping in the library with Maggie. She doesn’t know the place and the rules here yet, so I didn’t want to leave her alone.” Felicity began trying to explain herself.

“I totally understand. Maggie loves dogs has a couple of her own. Good choice.”  Oliver saw the relief on Felicity’s face. “Now, go get your story. Baby will be well taken care of.”

Felicity beamed. “Thanks a million. I totally owe you.” She rushed back to her desk to grab her coat and keys.

~~~~~

While Felicity was out in the field she was checking in via text. Oliver sent her back pics of Baby. Which he hoped made her smile.

“You know Baby,” Oliver crouched down next to the dog now wide awake in her bed. “I’m a famous photographer you are very lucky to be photographed by me.”

“Baby? Oliver, what has become of you?” John chuckled looking down at his friend who sat at the floor next to the dog.

Oliver looked up from the floor. “John, this is Baby, Felicity’s new puppy.”

“Oh man, you got it bad. You are taking care of her pet?” John couldn’t help but tease his friend.

“Haha. I offered. Felicity was assigned to the downtown stabbing and since I’m hanging here all day….” Oliver trailed off.

“Well, that’s why I’m here. You aren’t hanging here all day. Lyla wants to see us both. Video conference in the big boardroom.” John nodded toward the room across the way.

“Okay, I’ll just drop Baby off with Maggie in the library. I’ll meet you there.” Oliver began getting up from the floor with the puppy in his arms cuddled into him and her bed in his other hand.

“Nope, you are walking into the conference room just like that. Lyla would kill me if she missed this. Plus, she considers that puppy half her’s. Felicity and Lyla Facetimed numerous times yesterday. All the “Baby” talk - super confusing.” John turned leading Oliver toward the conference room.

John entered the room first, going over to his laptop on the table, clicking a button to reconnect with his wife. “Lyla, I’m back with Oliver and a special visitor.”

Lyla’s face appeared on the large screen in the room. Her face softened the moment she saw who Oliver was holding. “Baby! Oh, what a delight!”

Baby gave a quick bark of recognition. “Hi Lyla. Glad you don’t mind me bringing Baby along, Felicity is in the field so I volunteered to look after her.”

“No problem at all. I just wanted to update you and Johnny on the status of our visa applications for you and a reporter to enter Syria. As you know, the Syrian hasn’t exactly been handing them out to journalists. We considered getting you in through other means, but that would make it difficult to get you out if necessary. The good news is that it looks like President Assad is considering allowing western journalists in. He wants to improve his image in the west,” Lyla scrunched up her nose in disgust.  “Oliver, I know your last trip inside really impacted you. I can assign someone else but I wanted to offer the job to you first.”

“Yes, it was rough. But it’s a story that needs to be told. Please, let me know the moment you get the visas.” Oliver’s voice sounded more confident than he actually was. He’d worked with Dr. Caitlin Snow upon his return from Syria the first time. But one never really gets over the horrors of war, you just learn techniques to deal. He’d been meeting with Caitlin again since his return from Afghanistan. She said he was making progress, truthfully, he’d had fewer nightmares since returning home, however, he wasn’t sure what she would think about him returning to the field so quickly. He decided Caitlin’s office would be his next stop. But first, he had to deal with the squirmy puppy in his hand, best make a trip outside before an accident occurred.

~~~~~

Barry, Caitlin’s assistant, smiled as Oliver approached with Baby walking along beside him. “Oh my!!! Who is this?”

Oliver smiled. Everyone seemed to love Baby. “Barry, this is Baby, my colleague Felicity’s dog.”

“Well, aren’t you just adorable?!” Barry looked down at Baby. Baby responded with a quick yip of agreement.

“Just wondering if I can book Caitlin’s next possible appointment. I might have to go on assignment soon so the sooner the better.” Oliver looked at Caitlin’s closed door.

“Hold on one second, let me talk with Caitlin.” Barry made a quick knock on Caitlin’s door before letting himself inside.

Oliver waited outside with Baby. He looked down at the dog, who looked a little sad now that no one was praising her up.

Barry came back out. “You can go in now, Oliver. Best leave Baby with me. Caitlin has allergies.”

“Of course!” Oliver put down Baby’s bed, he’d been carrying and Baby quickly settled down inside. “Let me know if there are any problems.”

Oliver opened the door and headed in.

“Oliver, so nice to see you. How are you feeling?” Caitlin looked up from a file on her desk.

“I’m well. Fewer nightmares. More meditation and journaling.” Oliver took a seat across from Caitlin’s desk.

“Well, that is wonderful to hear. I was a little worried when Barry said you needed to see me unexpectedly. But you know, I will always make time for you.” Caitlin smiled.

“I appreciate that. I actually wanted to talk to you about the action plan you mentioned the last time we spoke. I have the tools that you have taught me and they do help but you suggested the next time I go into the field that I have an action plan to help me when you aren’t there.” Oliver looked at her hopefully.

“Yes, I think an action plan would work best for you. It would be a combination of things like journaling and meditation also some Skype meetings with IF that’s possible. Are you going away so soon?” Caitlin opened her computer to begin taking notes.

“Soon, I’m not sure exactly when,” Oliver nodded. “Lyla may have been able to secure some visas for us to get into Syria. You know this is an important story for me to document. There are so few pictures coming out of there. So many people suffering in silence.”

Caitlin's lips grew tight. “I do understand, Oliver. I honestly, don’t think you should go so soon but I will help you to come up with a plan. I doubt Skype counselling will be possible in Syria but the rest will. If you need to get out while you are there - if it becomes too much for you - I will back you up with your bosses.”

“Thanks, Caitlin. Lucky for me I have great bosses and you on my side. I promise I will do all you advise.”

Oliver and Caitlin began to hash out his plan of action.

~~~~~

Felicity returned to the office as soon as she could. She never expected it to take so long but she had to follow the lead. Now she just had to type the story up. She swung by Oliver’s desk excited to retrieve Baby. She was sad to find the desk empty.

She sent Oliver a text.

Felicity: I’m back

Felicity: Sorry, it took so long

Felicity: Baby?

Oliver: I have Baby

Oliver: No worries, we will be back soon.

Felicity smiled. She couldn’t wait to see them both. Her fingers hit the keyboard as she began to type up her story.

~~~~~

Oliver could hear Felicity typing as he approached, he held Baby in his arms, he could tell the dog sensed Felicity, she began looking around.

He walked over to Felicity’s desk. “We’re back.”

Felicity turned around in her seat, thrilled to see Baby and Oliver. “Baby!”

The dog yipped, angling to get out of Oliver’s arms and back with Felicity. “Woah, I think she missed you.”

Felicity took Baby in her arms. “Well, I missed her. Which is crazy as we just met but sometimes you just have this instant connection, you know?”

Oliver nodded. Oh yes, he knew. “How did your story go?”

“Well, it was certainly more than a simple stabbing. Hence, why I was gone all day. I can tell you about it over dinner if you like?” Felicity gave him a hopeful smile.

“That would be great.” More than great, Oliver thought, that would be perfect. “I have some news to share as well.”

“Well, once I submit my story, I’ll bring Baby home and get changed. Can I meet you somewhere? What are you in the mood for?” Pizza, Felicity began to try to tell him telepathically.

Oliver chuckled. “I’ll come to pick you up. I sense you have a craving from your face - we will have that.”

Felicity laughed. “Betrayal by my own face! I want pizza! I’ve been smelling it all day.”

“Pizza it is. I’ll swing by to get you around 730.” As Oliver backed away he noticed Baby looked a little sad before she snuggled back into Felicity’s arms. Seems Felicity was her happy place too. Oliver couldn’t fault that.

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Unexpected Protector: Part 4

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Abuse, SEVERE Domestic Violence THIS PART.

Word Count: 4,237

A/N: HEED THE WARNINGS!!!!!! DON’T COME CRYING IF YOU DON’T!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“So let me ask you something.” You said to Negan the next morning as he made you breakfast. You glanced up at him over the newspaper you were reading and he hummed and nodded. “Are we officially dating?” His brow furrowed as he looked up to watch you fold the news paper in half. “Because we made page six as a couple.”

“What?” He laughed as he set down the oven mitt and tray of food and reached out for the newspaper. “UES bombshell, pictured above with new beau, arrested for grand theft yesterday… Fuck, I don’t even get named?”

“Do you really want to be named?” You teased as you took back the newspaper and his glasses so he could cut the three meat and three cheese quiche he made.

“Not if your bad name is going to ruin my fucking spotless reputation.” You rolled your eyes as you folded the page in half to finish reading after breakfast.

“Haha, dick. You’re so funny.” He smiled as he served up two large helpings of quiche and passed you the two plates so he could cut up and cool down a small bit to mix in with Chewie’s dog food.

“Well if it’s written in fucking page six it must be true.” He responded as he glanced down at the four legged food whore that had been sitting patiently at his heels, staring up at him. When you didn’t say anything, he looked back up at you with a shrug. “Do you want to be official, baby girl? That what you’re fuckin’ gettin’ at.” You smiled and playfully bit your bottom lip.

“I mean, you’d be dating a bad girl.” He laughed loudly on his way over to the pantry to grab Chewie’s food container and bowl.

“Oh, baby girl. You’re just too fucking cute sometimes.” You smiled proudly and sat up a little straighter in your chair as Chewie started to yip excitedly for his meal while jumping against his legs.

“You love it.”

“Chewbacca, chill.” Negan laughed as he poured half a scoop of food in the bowl and mixed in the small bit of food before setting it on the floor. He shook his head and came around to enjoy his breakfast with a sigh. “You want to be official, baby girl?”

“More than anything.” He nodded his head as he turned your chair toward him. Very gently, he slid his large hands between your knees to push them apart so he could stand between your legs.

“Then we’ll be official. Since we gotta go and fucking say it out loud like we’re a couple’a fucking horny teenagers.” You scowled and playfully flicked his chest as he slid his hands up your thighs to your hips. “We gotta seal it with an official first kiss, too.”

“You’re an ass.” You mumbled as you reached up to cup his jaw in your hands.

“Hey, I’m just being fucking thorough, here.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head subtly as you pulled his face closer to capture his lips with yours. You instantly melted into the plush softness of his lips and moved your hands so you could wrap your arms around his neck. As he deepened the kiss, he pulled your hips forward until your core was flush with his half hard cock. You moaned softly and tangled your fingers in his soft grey dappled brown hair. With a gentle pull, his length twitched against you, and caused both of you to groan.

“Oh! Sorry! So sorry!” Mary exclaimed, forcing you and Negan to pull away from each other.

“Sorry, Mare.” You said to the woman with an embarrassed smile. “We’re just starting breakfast. Think you could start upstairs with the living room today?” She nodded her head as she looked anywhere else but at you.

“Of course, ma’am.” You said thanks and nodded at her retreating back as Negan turned your chair back toward the bar.

“Way to go, bad girl.” He growled as he tried to subtly adjust himself before sitting down.

“Your fault.” You said as you ran your fingers through your hair and started in on your slightly room temperature meal.

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“Hey, sorry to bother you so late.” Nathan said. You nodded and paused the movie you were watching alone in the basement at a little after twelve-thirty with a smile.

“I wasn’t asleep.” You told him as you sat up straight on the plush couch you had been laying across. “What’s going on?”

“He signed the papers.” You let out a squeal of joy and kicked your feet on the leather.

“Thank fucking God, it’s over.”

“I’ve actually got them with me and I’m pulling up Park now. Figured I’d drop them off in your mailbox…”

“No, I’ll come up.” You said as you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed toward the stairs. “Take a look at them just to make sure he didn’t accidentally on purpose forget a page.”

“Alright. I’ll just pull up to the curb. See you in a second.” You nodded your head and headed toward the front door with a small jump in your step. 

“Chewie, stay.” You said as you unlocked the three locks, turned off the alarm, and dipped outside. You habitually locked the middle of the three locks with your phone before heading up the stairs to Nathan’s waiting car.

“What made you bring them by so late?” You asked as your lawyer got out of his taxi and handed you the file. 

“I’ve got a murder case I’ve been working on for the past two weeks. They got faxed to me this afternoon but I was just too busy to stop for a second to call you.” You nodded your head as you checked every single page to make sure every page was signed, and once you were satisfied, you flipped the packet closed and stuck it back in the manilla envelope. 

“Thank you.” You breathed. “Did you file them already?”

“My assistant did this afternoon for me. I just figured you’d want a copy for your meticulous records.” You smiled and held up the envelop as you turned back to the door.

“Hey, you guys always thought I was crazy for keeping receipts and shit. Not so crazy now, am I?” He chuckled weakly and shook his head as he got back in his cab.

“See you ‘round, (Y/N).” He called out through the open cab window. “And I’m really sorry for this.” Your brow furrowed and you turned around just in time to watch Christian swing his work baton into the side of your left kneecap. Your pain-filled scream was almost instantly muted when the thick back end of it was thrust into the side of your face. You knew your jaw was broken the second you tried to scream for help and you barely had enough time to cover your head as you hit the stone ground to partially protect your face from the kick he delivered next.

Pain unlike anything you had ever felt before shot through your body in blinding white waves as your ex-husband delivered blow after blow with his fists, feet, and baton. You repeatedly gargled ‘please’ through the blood pooling in your mouth as Chewie barked frantically behind your front door. You had a brief thought that you should have forced Negan to stay the night instead of letting him head up to his house, but the thought was instantly and literally kicked from your head.

“Fucking bitch.” He growled as he sent one more strong kick to your stomach. “I fucking warned you not to fuck with me.” He grabbed you by the arm, not caring how much he twisted it, and dragged you over to the short wall beside your stairs behind a row of privacy bushes. You whined pathetically and your head spun violently, causing you to throw up blood on the pavement in front of you. You heard the front hose turn on and the sound of water spraying across the stone and you realized that Christian was actually leaving you to die.

“Divorce that, bitch.” He snapped as he tossed the hose away and ran from your front door. Tears spilled slowly from your swollen shut eyes and you honestly believed every bone in your body was broken. You couldn’t even try to get up off the pavement. You tried to call for help but all that came out was a garbled, wet gasp that caused you to get sick once more.

‘I’m sorry, Negan.’ You thought as you gave up any and all will to fight for your life. You allowed yourself to fall into the darkness that was quickly enveloping your mind with a choked, watery gasp. ‘I love you.’

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Negan woke up from a dead sleep at nearly three in the morning, filled with an indescribable dread. He glanced over at the clock and his brow furrowed when he saw his cell phone blinking with a voicemail from you. He grabbed his phone and ripped it off the charger at the same time he put his password in and pulled up the voicemail.

“…e’… n…” You horsed in his ear and the sound of your wet voice made his blood run cold. “…..e’…” The voicemail ended and he lurched to his feet as he dialed your number back.

“Come on, baby. Pick up the fucking phone.” He growled to himself as he threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He swore loudly when the call hit voicemail and he ran down the stairs to his living room.

“Let’s fucking go.” He growled at his nighttime body guard, Mikey, as he punched the button to his elevator so hard, the glass panel behind it cracked.

“Boss?” Mikey asked as Negan dialed your number again and punched the elevator doors.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roared as he stepped into the elevator before the door had completely opened. He tapped his foot impatiently as he dialed your number over and over again, praying that he was just going to wake you up and not the alternative. He choose to drive and broke every speeding law known to man as he headed down the thirteen blocks between your two houses. He nearly rear ended the SUV of his security detail that was parked on the side of your house and jumped out of the car as Mikey looked on as confused as ever.

“You better hope to fuck I’m wrong!” He yelled as he jogged around the corner and headed down the stairs. Chewie continued to bark madly behind the door as he pulled his phone out of his pants pockets and unlocked the only lock you had locked before bed.

“Chewie! Get back here!” He yelled as the little Pomeranian squeezed his fluffy body in the crack of the doorway and took off across the front patio. In that moment, Negan’s worst fears became a reality he would never be able to unsee. “(Y/N)!”

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You had no idea how long you had been out but you knew as you opened your eyes, your only option for survival was to fight. Despite the excruciating pain you were in, you began to thrash violently, praying that you could stop Christian from killing you.

“No! Hey, you’re OK.” Negan panicked as he lurched to his feet on your right side and tried to grab somewhere on your body that wasn’t bruised or bandaged. “You’re OK, I’m here. It’s Negan. I’m right here, baby girl.” Your frantic green eyes searched his blurry face as he put one hand on your casted left wrist and the other fingertips on your right shoulder. “It’s over. It’s fucking over, you’re safe now.” Tears welled in your eyes as they darted around the room in terror. “Baby girl, you can’t cry. Your jaw is wired shut so you won’t be able to breathe…”

“Chewie?” You muttered as best as you could. 

“I got him. He’s right here.” Your eyes followed his movements as he reached down and grabbed your dog carrier. You pat the bed beside you with your brace covered right hand and shook your head when he tried to put the carrier down.

“No.” You said through the metal in your mouth as you pat the bed and tried to use your eyes to get him to take the whining dog out of the bag.

“OK.” He said after a moment as he realized what you wanted. “OK. I got you.” You nodded your head and watched like a hawk as he lifted your fur child out of the bag and stuck him right next to your right hip. “Just for a bit.” You nodded slowly as Chewie instantly crawled on his belly carefully up the bed so that his nose was nearly in your arm pit. You scooted your arm to push him to your side, causing you to wince in pain.

“Easy, sweetheart.” Negan said as he sat back down and gently took ahold of the fingers you were wagging at him. Tears welled in his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed your fingertips as if he was going to break you even more when he did. “It’s OK. It’s all going to be OK.” You squeezed his hand as hard as you physically could as tears spilled softly from your swollen eyes onto your bruised and heavily battered cheeks.

“Christian.” You tried to tell him. He nodded and kissed your fingers again.

“I saw the fucking security video.” He growled with malice in his tone. “He’ll fucking get his. Don’t worry.” You nodded your head softly and closed your eyes so that sleep could take you away from the pain once more.

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‘I wanna go home.’ You turned the dry erase board you had been given to communicate toward the door before Negan had even stepped into the room and you had your good hand over the bottom half of the board with your counter to what he was going to say. He looked away from getting your overnight update from Tank, who was now on 24/7 guard duty when Negan wasn’t with you and paused in the room as Chewie wiggled to get to his mommy.

“Baby…”

‘Home, Negan!’ He chuckled as he shut the hospital room door closed behind him.

“You’re too smart for your own good.” You nodded your head slowly so you wouldn’t make yourself sick from your concussion. You turned the board back around and used your wrist brace to wipe your message clean.

‘Please? I’ll hire nurses and stay in bed.’ He looked over your shoulder as you wrote while Chewie found his spot between your casted right ankle and braced left knee and laid down contently.

“Yea because you can get out of bed without someone’s help.” You paused mid-erase and glared up at him. “OK, OK. I fucking take it back.” He chuckled as he sat down on the chair beside you he had basically lived in for the past week since he found you.

“Please.” You grit out as you tried to make your already pathetic looking face even more pathetic. “Please.”

“Stop that.” He said with a small chuckle. “(Y/N), you had like twenty different surgeries in the last fucking week…”

‘So?’

“… you only have one working limb…” You scowled slightly and tapped the marker against the board as Negan continued right over your racket. “… and if I take you home, you’re either gunna be more fucking bored there than you are here and you’re gunna be mad at me for being the person that has to fucking micromanage your ass.” You flipped the board around and wrote fast as Negan sat back and gave you time to respond.

‘I can’t sleep here. I need you. Please, baby. Please bring me home.’ You spun the board toward him and tears welled in your eyes. He took one look at you and you could see your success in his eyes. 

“Damn it, baby girl.” You smiled, awkwardly and spun the board to write out your next idea.

‘Move in with me. Permanently.’ He smirked as he stood and read over your shoulder.

“Pretty fucking sure that agreeing to take care of you for the next however many fucking months is going to guaren-fucking-tee that, baby girl.”

‘All part of my master plan.’ You glanced up at him as he chuckled.

“Yea, I don’t fucking doubt that. Alright, I’ll go get the damn paperwork. Chewie, stay with mommy.” Your dog perked up and looked over at the sound of his name as Negan pulled open the room door. “We’re fucking taking her home. You’re moving in, too. And get on the phone with Gretchen. We’re gunna fucking need nurses.”

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“Alright baby girl.” Negan said gently as he walked in to your bedroom with a very curly haired woman that was right around your age later that afternoon. “This is my kid sister, Gretchen. She’s gunna help me help you out. She’s an RN at the hospital and she’s been working as an RN for the past 8 years. I trust her, OK?” You nodded your head and looked at the woman who smiled broadly.

“It’s so nice ta finally meet ya, (Y/N).” She said in a slightly squeaky, high pitched voice that absolutely didn’t match her. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

‘Nice 2 meet u 2.’ She smiled and took a step toward the bed but Chewie was having none of it. He raced out from between your legs on your king-sized bed and started yipping wildly, causing Gretchen to take a step back.

“This is Chewie.” Negan chuckled as he walked in front of his sister and picked up your dog. “He’s usually all bark but after what his mommy went through, I’d be fucking careful. (Y/N) talks to him like he’s a person. Treat him with the same damn respect, Gretchie.” She nodded her head and slowly offered the back of her hand for Chewie to smell.

“Absolutely.” She said with a nod as she looked up at you. “He’s a cutie.” You nodded and mumbled ‘thanks’ as Negan put Chewie back down on the bed.

“I’m gunna show her the kitchen and the second floor, baby. Jade’s gunna swing by after she gets off work. And other than the kitchen, living room, and this floor, the rest of the house is off limits, right?” He confirmed with you and informed his sister at the same time. You nodded your head and snapped your fingers so he would wait a second. He walked over to you to see what you needed as you scribbled quickly.

‘Smoothie & meds, plz. Water?’

“You got it, baby. Can you wait twenty minutes for it?” You nodded as he grabbed the empty water jug from the hospital and the remote for your TV and put the latter on your lap. “Alright, give me a bit, baby girl.”

“Nice to meet you.” Gretchen said with a small wave as Negan kissed your forehead. You nodded your head at her and watched the pair of them head over to the elevator to go down stairs. As the gate closed behind them, you leaned back against the dozen pillows behind your back with a groaned sigh. You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes and you really did try not to cry but in the safety of your home where no nurses were running in and out of your room every five minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your whole body ached from the grand total of 15 broken and shattered bones, three hundred stitches that littered your body, and the stretched out, severely swollen, and heavily bruised skin that covered almost literally every inch of your body. As of that moment, your left hip and knee, and your left shoulder, arm, and hand had been nearly completely replaced with titanium pins, screws, rods, and sockets that were sure to leave permanent physical scars to go with the mental ones. 

Your right side, which had hit the pavement, was not as badly damaged as the left, but you still had a broken ankle and two cracked ribs on that side… but then again, that was nothing compared to the five broken ribs on the left side, nor the puncture you had in your left lung that, had Negan not found you when he did, you would have died from. But you got fortunate again because the only other internal bleeding you had organ wise was from a minuscule tear in your spleen. 

You tried to wrap your head around why this happened and why your lawyer, who had ben your lawyer before you even got married, would set you up for such a horrible fate. Your mind ran wild as you looked back at your entire marriage to see if there was any sort of indication that Christian was this dangerous but you came up empty. You couldn’t comprehend how someone could be so malicious because of a divorce. You also couldn’t figure out how this same person was the chief of the New York police department. 

You didn’t realize that as your mind ran wild, you had began to hyperventilate until you had to figure out how to sit up a bit more to breathe without ripping stitches or disturbing your hip to much or making your ribs hurt even more. Chewie started to panic and jumped off the bed while making the most terrifying, screaming bark sound you had ever heard. You heard Negan call out your name from the floor below as you dropped your chin to your chest in hope that gravity would get the excess saliva and mucus out of your nose and mouth so that you could breathe again.

“Head up! Head up!” He yelled as he came running into the room and scrambled across the bed. “OK, it’s OK. We can do this.” He said with a nod as he gently lifted your chin to open your windpipe.

“Here.” Gretchen said softly as she grabbed a nose aspirator from the bag of stuff the hospital sent home with you and a small basin. “This is gunna feel really weird, sweetie but it’ll help.” You nodded frantically as you tried to suck in rattled breaths through your grit teeth which caused your chest to scream in pain and protest.

“Calm down, baby.” Negan said as he gently held your head so you couldn’t pull away. “You gotta fucking stay calm.”

“Don’t swear at her, Negan.” Gretchen snapped as she cleared your nose as best as she could. “She’s scared.”

“Gretchen, I swear to fuck…” You interrupted the siblings with a desperate whine as breathing finally started to get easier for you. “Alright, no more fighting.” He said with a nod as he brushed his thumb across your chin and ran his fingers through your hair.

“That better?” Gretchen asked as she sat back to look at you. “Just blink once for yes, two for no.” You closed your eyes for a long blink and opened them up wide so she would know that was your response. She smiled as she grabbed a few tissues and started to wipe off your face. “See, it’s weird but it’s so much better, isn’t it?” You blinked again as Negan moved his hand from under your chin. “Good. How’s about I go get your water for you? Then we try to get you to the bathroom before a nap, OK?”

“Her lunch smoothie is still in the fridge. And her pain meds.” Negan said as he kneeled beside you to adjust the pillows and lay you down. “There’s a big bag of shit on the counter…”

“I’ve got a weekly med container in my bag.” Gretchen said with a smile. “I’ll come in while you have lunch and put them all out so you can help me keep track of times as well, OK?” You blinked again as Negan slowly lowered you onto the pillows. With one more smile, she glanced at Negan and her eyes narrowed. “You be nice.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” He laughed as he put your white board back on your lap. You grabbed the marker and pushed off the top to write your message down.

‘I like her.’ You wrote as you looked up through your lashes at him.

“Of fucking course you do.” He chuckled as he turned on the TV and leaned back against the headboard beside you. “She’s a good girl; she’s the baby of us all. Three boys and Gretchie. I’m the oldest, then my brother Joey who you haven’t met yet. Then comes Jerry two toes. We gave him that nickname when he was born. His big toe and the pointer were fucking like fused together when he was born. It’s really, really fucking gross.” You let out a disgusted sound and looked over at him as he settled on HGTV for you and set the remote down between you. “Yea. Trust me. You didn’t have to grow up with that shit.”

‘Yuck’ He nodded in agreement as he sat back to watch TV with you for a bit until he had to help get you to the bathroom.

“It really was.”

Part 5

[leaolivia]

Lots of Love to Give *A Jungwoo Imagine* {Requested}

@iheart-e-x-o asked:  Could I have a scenario with NCT’s Jungwoo where you two get a puppy? I’ve missed you, Lea!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

A: So happy to be back! Here you go!(:

Your feet were dragging.

You and Jungwoo had just left the animal shelter after looking at dogs for a full hour. It had been nice playing with the dogs but you hadn’t felt a special connection with any of them. Jungwoo, feeling the same way, was the one brave enough to tell the shopkeeper you wouldn’t be going home with a dog.

 “Ugh I’m just upset, I really wanted a puppy! Everything is finally perfect with the apartment. You just got a job, the internship I was in finished. I just wanted a puppy to play with at the end of the day.

“I know..” Jungwoo reached for your elbow as you walked and gave it a  squeeze. “I’m kind of disappointed too. I had already been imagining long walks-”“

And picking up poop,” You joked nudging him slightly. “Haha yes...lots and lots of poop!”

You both laughed and continued your walk back home down the busy city sidewalk. The sidewalk was filled with vendors and performers all trying to get attention. There was a faint smell of hotdogs and your mouth started to water. 

“Look over there is a little hotdog and pretzel stand! Let’s get one before we go home!” You grabbed Jungwoo’s hand and pulled him over to the vendor. He pretended to not budge but you knew he was definitely hungry as well.  There was a small line, and you waited patiently observing the crowd until your turn. Once it was your turn to order, a faint barking from behind the stand made your ears perk up.

“What’s that? Do you have a dog back there?” You walked around the stand with Jungwoo trailing you puzzled. “Oh wow! They’re so cute!!” Right behind the stand was a little girl, maybe about 12 who had a box full of puppies. “Hello!” She greeted her eyes twinkling, “I was just about to set this box of puppies out front!” As the little girl made her way around with the box you saw the sign she had taped on the front.

“Hot(dogs) for free with every purchase!”

“Babe, babe we have got to pick one look at them!” You pulled on his sleeve for the third time that day. The little brown furballs were playing around, tags wagging. “May I?” You asked the girl.

“Sure!”

She sat the box down on the ground, and you gently put your hand inside. “Come on little ones. Who wants to play with me?” The puppies licked and nipped at your fingers. They were small only about 6 weeks old. “They’re gorgeous!” Jungwoo declared picking one up and snuggling it close to his face. “Look I think this one likes me!” The little puppy in his arms was giving him kisses and letting out little yips of joy.

The young girl beamed. “We call that one Bandit, he has a little white discoloration behind his ear that looks like a triangle bandanna.

”Even though you were currently holding a cute little girl in your arms who was pawing your arm, you could see just how happy Jungwoo looked.

Almost like a proud daddy.

“Well we already were going to buy a hotdog so can we take the puppy home now too?”

“Yes, please take them. We can’t take care of all of them and their poor mom is so tired. They’re way too much for her.”

“You hear that little guy?” Jungwoo held Bandit in the air. “You’re coming home with us!” You smiled at his happiness, and placed the puppy in your arms back in the box.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Jungwoo gave you a quizzical glance. “She’s coming too! I don’t want to see you sulking later because you miss your new friend!”

“Wow,” The little girl was shocked. “You really want to take two puppies home?!”

You reached down and picked your puppy back up. “You look like a Violet,” You whispered into her fur. “Let’s grab a pretzel then take you to your new home.”

You thanked the girl again for the puppies while Jungwoo got the food.

As you made your way home with hot dogs, pretzels and puppies your heart felt full. Today was a good day and it would only get better from here out.