haven fic: while there is blood in my body (2/?)
Title: while there is blood in my body
Author: salvation_dear on ao3 and lj, i’m salvationdear on tumblr
Fandom/Character: Haven/Jordan McKee
Spoilers: it picks up at the end of 4x06, “Countdown”.
Summary: So it turns out that when you don’t have any money, any prospects, or a job reference who hasn’t been hit by a flaming meteorite, eaten by a dream bear, or forcibly duct taped to a chair (by you) in the last forty-eight hours, it’s pretty hard to make a fresh start.
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One of my favorite Jordan stories, I highly recommend this everyone.
Johanna is incredibly perceptive, sarcastic and brash. She speaks her mind, regardless of the consequences, or who she hurts. While Johanna has a very hard exterior, she definitely understands the greater good of the districts and would lay down her life for freedom.
We LOVE a man in uniform! Kimberly McCullough, Bree Williamson and I went to Brianna Brown’s Hollywood Gives/Toys for Tots charity event. These 2 organizations gives toys to kids who otherwise wouldn’t be getting anything under their tree and provides recreational and educational opportunities to at-risk youth who’s lives have been impacted by HIV/AIDS. It was a beautiful event!
Q:[text] I can’t feel my legs (Jordan survives being stabbed. She texts Dwight. I swear to god if this doesn't have comfort I'll hurt you)
She stared at the phone screen for what felt like an eternity, waiting and hoping that Dwight got her message. She had survived Wade’s attack by touching him as long as possible with her bare skin. When he lost consciousness, she bailed out of the car and dragged herself into the woods upon discovering her legs weren’t working.
Darkness was closing in around her and she saw her screen light up with the words [I AM ON MY WAY. STAY AWAKE]
[CANT] she managed to type back with weak fingers.
Jordan dropped the phone as her fingers grew too weak to hold it. Her eyes drifted shut as she heard heavy footfalls in the dead leaves on the forest floor. Suddenly, she was off the ground, being cradled in two strong arms. She opened her eyes enough to see Dwight’s face, his expression a mask of worry.
"Dwight," she whispered.
"Hold on, Jordan," he replied, "I’ve got you."
"Dwight," she whispered again, a small smile on her lips.
"I can’t lose you," he murmured quietly and she drifted into unconsciousness, his words filling her with hope.
Q:GIVING THIS ANOTHER TRY. Send in ♔ for my muse’s reaction to yours pushing mine up against the wall (Claire)
Jordan was unprepared for the sudden shove as Claire invaded her space, backing her up to the wall. Her heart began to race in her chest as her eyes were locked on her former psychiatrist. Jordan had no idea what had come over her and was about to demand an answer when Claire suddenly pressed her full lips against hers and kissed her thoroughly, her hands groping and caressing as she used her body to pin her to the wall. Jordan moaned against her mouth and wrapped her arms around the other woman, needing her closer.
Q:ALRIGHT FUCKER. FIRST OF ALL, YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE AT LEAST ONE TAG TO THAT AWFUL CLAIRE DRABBLE. AND YOU ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO FOLLOW THE HUG PROMPT. AND THEN YOU'RE GOING TO DO A CLAIRE TAG FOR THE REST OF THAT STUPID VERSE, AND THERE WILL BE MORE HUGGING. AND MAYBE DWIGHT. AND YES, YOU CAN BRING UP DADDY!DWIGHT FEELS ONLY IF THEY ARE RESOLVED IN A COMFORT MANNER.
Firstly, AHHHHH THE GLORIOUS SOUND OF YOUR RAGE! How I love it!
Secondly, Oh sweetiehoneydarling, do you know what you are asking?
You want more Claire inside the “Cure My Tragedy” ‘verse? Do you realize that will only lead to one thing?
On top of more pain
On top of agony
On top of angst
Sprinkled with a little bit of sunshine?
Thirdly, just to break it down…
~You want Jordan hugged by Claire set in the CMT ‘verse?
~More Claire in CMT ‘verse
~Daddy!Dwight only if comfort is involved.
Am I missing anything. Seriously, I would like to know. I may end up doing one long-ish fic…
I LIKE ANGST AND PAIN AND AGONY, AS LONG AS THERE IS COMFORT EVENTUALLY.
Related, WHY CAN I STILL NOT REPLY TO ANY OF YOUR POSTS EVER.