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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VII)

Part VII – “You bleed just to know you’re alive”

Twenty-eight

Why do sirens cry in blue and red?

Are they calling for help, for the crushing urgency, the need to rob time of time itself? Or are they warning us to look away, to prepare ourselves because tragedy is upon us – we might as well be next?

Even after many years, I’d recall their grieving sound. The way my hands pressed upon Claire’s belly, blocking the exit of her life with my palms. The screams around me, senseless, enhancing my growing despair. How her eyes never left mine – daring me to stay with her, to keep death at bay.

The paramedics came. They could have taken from seconds to a lifetime to reach us – I wouldn’t be able to say. Time skipped and jumped, a leaf on the fury of wind, fragile at the thought of flying.

“I need you to step aside, sir.” A small man told me with assertiveness, trying to dislodge me from my position, kneeled next to Claire on the ground. His gloved hands were already evaluating her pulse, placing an oxygen mask on her face.

“I will not leave her side!” I growled, ferocious. He gave me a serious look, but didn’t make any further attempts to take me away from her, certain I would strike and maim any man foolish enough to try. He was right.

They quickly bandaged her abdomen with a pile of snow white compresses, held tight against her body by a bandage skilfully applied. Claire tried not to moan, but I could see her pain in every ragged breath, in the sweat that dripped from her brow.

The ambulance flew across the roads of Edinburgh, transporting us to the closest trauma centre. The driver had opened his mouth – about to object my presence – but was shortly discouraged by my menacing glance and a shook of head from the short paramedic.

“Hold on.” I repeated to Claire, like a mantra, holding her band – being almost thrown to the opposite side of the ambulance as the vehicle raced to the hospital, jumping on speed bumps and sliding on the curves like a car in hot pursuit. “Dinna die on me, mo nighean donn. I won’t let ye, do ye hear me?”

“I’m… not… too keen…. on the idea… either.” She puffed haltingly, making a weak attempt of a smile, which almost broke my heart.

“Woman of thirty, victim of an armed robbery, gunshot wound to the upper right quadrant with no exit wound – she’s losing blood fast.” The paramedic announced, as they erupted through the emergency doors, a team standing by to receive them. “Glasgow fifteen, she has been responsive during transport. Her blood pressure kept dropping, the saline is wide open but ineffective fluid challenge.” He informed to a man with brown hair and olive eyes, who nodded in acquiescence, leading the gurney carrying Claire to a trauma room as I followed closely.

“Denzel.” Claire whispered to the young surgeon, as he started to unpack her abdomen to access her injuries. “Is that you?” He looked at her face, surprised at hearing his name, and his eyes opened in shock.

“Claire!” He touched her face in greeting, as nurses hurried around, preparing trays and drugs that might be necessary. “Dear God! What happened?”

“Do ye know her?” I asked, grabbing her hand in spite of a nurse’s protest, prepared to shoo me away from the secluded room.

“Of course.” He looked at me with concern in his calm eyes, as he started to palpate her belly. Claire hissed in pain and he pursed his worried lips. “I met Claire during medical school in Boston and was very pleased when she decided to return to Scotland and be a resident here, as I am. You really shouldn’t be here, sir.”

“Please…” Claire pleaded, closing her eyes for a second and licking her chapped lips. “Let Jamie stay…just a while longer.”

“Alright.” Denzel Hunter patted her hand in reassurance. “As long as he doesn’t faint on me.”

“How… bad… is it, Denny?” She asked, her eyes more unfocused and glassy. “I’m…fairly…sure…it went through…my liver.”

“And I’m sure you’re right - brilliant even in this situation, my dear. I’ll ask Doctor Myers to come in to operate.” Denny smiled, skilfully inserting a catheter on her jugular vein.

“I’ll be dead…before…he gets here.” Claire said sheepishly, raising her brow. Her face was hazardously pale, her whiskey eyes shining even brighter, her orbs dilated from pain and blood loss. “It has…to be you. I trust…you.”

Denny nodded, solemn, checking her pupils with a small flashlight, as she suddenly became unconscious – the monitors around them going crazy with alarms. “She’s bleeding out! Let’s move people, hang that saline wide open and two units of blood on the rapid infuser!” He commanded, concentrated in the wound’s trajectory. “Do you know her blood type, by any chance?”

I didn’t know her blood type – never had the chance to ask her, that information amongst a million other precious details of her that I knew nothing about. I didn’t know her birthday, even though I knew the position she slept in. I didn’t know her favourite dish – even if I was aware she preferred sneakers than high heels. I almost choked at the realization of the lifetime of things I could be robbed of, so devastatingly – left wondering, forever, because the time we had been offered hadn’t been enough. Knowing how much I loved her – and yet knowing so little of the one I loved.

“I dinna ken.” I admitted, gripping my fists, fighting the urge to curl into a ball and weep on the floor, stained with her blood.

“That’s alright.” Denzel assured me, throwing away compresses soaked in blood. “Let’s go with O-negative! I need a blood gas test as soon as possible and someone call the OR, let them know we’re coming! I want to be doing the first cut in less than five minutes!”

“Is she going to be alright?” I fearfully asked him, reluctantly letting go of her hand as a nurse took blood from her wrist with a fine syringe.

“She’s going into shock from the blood loss.” He explained in a steady voice. “I need to repair the damage right away, before she’s too unstable to endure the procedure. We’ll take her away now.”

I approached her, feeling numb as if my own blood had been turned to ice in my veins. I kissed her forehead, my lips hot against her perspired skin.

“Don’t leave me, Claire. This time I’ll beg.” I whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave me.”

****

I roamed the strikingly white corridors, incapable of sitting any longer in the waiting room outside the OR, where other husbands, daughters and mothers gathered, hope and fear lurking inside their eyes.

I came upon the small chapel, whispering of shelter and tranquillity in the half-light. I sat on the wooden bench, my hands entwined in prayer – I was ready to surrender to His will well enough, but was intent on offering a bargain.

“Lord, ye gave her to me.” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cross where he had been martyr, symbol of the most loyal of loves. “I canna make sense of it in any other way. When my need was greatest ye set her upon my path so she could heal my soul. All along I was meant for her.” A warm tear streamed down my check, too raw to be contained. “And I intend to love her well the rest of my days – to care for her and make a home of her heart. I shall repay the gifts bestowed upon me by loving her to the best of my abilities. So I ask ye now – dinna take her away.”

I clenched my teeth, fighting against the sobs that threaten to wreck my body. “For if ye ever loved, ye know this – there’s this place inside me that only exists as long as she walks the earth. Once she’s gone, the part of me that lived in her light – the best, the one that makes me myself and no one else - will die with her.” My voice was unhinged, resounding in the naked walls, pulsing as the chambers of His heart. “I’m none so brave as I was before, ken?” I added very softly. “Not brave enough to live without her anymore.”

I heard footsteps approaching the door – I didn’t bother to clean away the tear tracks on my cheeks. I didn’t turn either – I knew who had come to bring me news.

“Does she live?” I asked aloud – the hint of pain, of shaped glass an inch away from shattering, creeped into my voice.

“She lives.” Denzel Hunter sat next to me, sighing in tiredness as his bones found comfort in transient rest. “It was touch and go for a while, but I was able to retrieve the bullet and repair the vessels – she lost a bit of her liver, but it will regenerate itself with time.” His outline was sharp, softness mixed with edges, akin to a bust of an angel descending from grace to speak of hope to the lost crowd. “It will be a slow recovery – but she lives.”

“Thank ye.” I closed my eyes and bent my head, my body shaking from supressed grief, as I let go of the leash I had been using to keep myself together. “Thank ye.” I repeated. I didn’t know if I was thanking Denzel Hunter or God – but to me, in that moment, they were one and the same.

He squeezed my shoulder in silent acknowledgment and left me alone – to cry for joy and gratitude, for my heart had been saved.

****

I sat by her side as soon as she went to a room in recovery. I jumped each time a monitor bleeped, startled to the point of panic – but she slept peacefully, her lips still hauntingly pale.

I knew sleep wouldn’t touch me – my task was to watch over her. To guard her. To will her back to me.

I marvelled with each heartbeat – found terror in the infinitesimal space between each and every one of them. I talked to her in the Gaidhlig, the language of my dreams, in which I could best tell her all my heart. I brushed her hand with inquiring fingers, learning the lines of her to make sure they were still the same. I kissed her lips softly, remembering the promise of her laugh.

And as the moon rose outside, I watched the circuit of air inside her lungs, the tiny movements of flesh and bone, adjusting to the challenging rhythms of life. I watched her breathe again and again, until she opened her eyes to look at me – and I discovered that I too could breathe again.  

meridamccool  asked:

The characters you draw and the colors you use are honestly so beautiful. I was wondering if you work as an artist full time? As in, are there places where we can see your work, such as a comic book? Also, do you have any characters with hijabs or headscarves? Anyway, keep up the great work!

Hi, thanks so much! Yes, I art full time! Well, half the day is correspondance, and the other half is art, but it’s my day job. c:

Sorry to say I don’t have any personal art of girls wearing hijabs, but have helped illustrate a character wearing one for a doll line called Woke Girls :D

I do have two girls with generic head scarves, though :

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Back in Action!!!

I received the replacement wings from Fairyland for my Rus finally! Despite them warning me of a difference the resin match was pretty much perfect. And of course the first thing I did when I got them was get to work on blushing her! I hope I did the little beastie justice, but here is it’s new look, complete with the new set of wings. Maybe I should name her Phoenix or something.

I was going for a parakeet, or maybe even parrot look,as she really seemed like she needed to be colorful. There might be a small hint of owl in there as well..

A North Carolina pastor is mad because he thinks this new boy doll will corrupt children

  • This week’s news that the American Girl doll line was introducing its first “boy” doll, a chill, new dude-doll named Logan Everett, caused waves on social media — and had one North Carolina pastor concerned that the supple minds of America’s boy babies are under attack. 

  • After learning about Logan the doll on a Good Morning America segment, Keith Ogden, a pastor at the Hill Street Baptist Church in Asheville, North Carolina, sent out an email on Wednesday to more than a hundred churchgoers bearing the subject line “KILLING THE MINDS OF MALE BABIES.” Read more. (2/16/2017 5:22 PM)

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[REQUESTED] Jikook/Angst Fic Recommendations

Just a couple of my favorite JiKook/angst fics

JIKOOK :

1. House of Cards by sugamins

Baby. Doll. Slut.

Maknae line. Mafia AU. 
Written by one of the best, most descriptive bangtan fic writers in the fandom.
Angst, smut and everything in between. My life will never be the same.
An ARMY fic enthusiast must-read. If and when you decide to read it, message me. I like hearing about people’s internal turmoil while reading this fic. Lol.

2. Thirst by pinkmonnie

Canon Universe (Idol life). Angst, Crack, Smut.
Vampire Jungkook. Jimin’s smells too damn good.
I don’t read a lot of canon fics but this was kinda interesting.
This was the only fic I had that fit the (canon, jikook, angst) request. So here~

3. Relax, Don’t Do It by yoongidontdoit

College AU. Crack, Smut. 
Not a very long fic. 4 chapters, 24k words.
The premise was very interesting & it’s a good read.
It’s fun seeing Kookie struggle with how absolutely tempting Park Jimin is.

4. Him by: PinkBTS

Photography major Jungkook. Dance major Jimin. Fluff & a bit of Angst.
It’s been a while since I’ve read this but I remember feeling. A lot.
This fic played out like a movie in my mind. 

5. Two Sides; Same Story by namjoone

Neighbors AU. Canon Divergence. Smut, Fluff. 4 chapters,  12.5k words
So much sexual tension istg save them. They’re not a hundred percent sure if they’re gay…but they’re totally gay for each other so…

ANGST :

1. “Calamity” by Haleyon Nights & Supermans Crib

NamJin. TaeKook. YoonMinSeok. Emotional roller coaster. 
Angst, angst and more angst. Fluff & Smut too. 33 Chapters, 318k words.
Everyone’s broken. Eating disorders, Drug abuse, Past abuse, etc.
Everything that can go wrong probably will.  
I lost count of how many triggers this fic has.
I won’t give details bc I had fun discovering stuff on my own while reading this. If you live for angst, this is a must-read.

I hope you guys enjoy these fics as much as I did~
Let me know what you think/feel if and when you read them. <3

I have so much love & respect for our fandom’s fic writers. <3
May Father Louis Williams Suga Adams III bless each and every one of you.

Eight years pt. 3 (M)

A/N- Hi, thank you everyone for your kind words and for following the series. I would also like to thank admin Cabam for helping me with the storey line, your a doll. I love you :) The smuts for you ;)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 4 ~

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! Also it got a little kinky, I don’t know what’s a little though…

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by cuteguk


“Please, Y/N. I love you.”

Where they not the words you wanted to her since you had meet Jungkook? Yeah, they were but they’re a decade late… Where was he when you cried to your mom about being in love with the oblivious idiot. How were you even meant to react? Did you even still love him? You stood there gobsmacked at his confession.

“Mr Jeon, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks as he walks up the hall to your door. Jungkook never takes his eyes off of yours.

“I had to speak with Y/N urgently.” You can’t take your eyes off of his either. What should you do? Go with Hoseok, or talk to Jungkook. Both men standing in front of you. The past came flooding into your heart, the pain he caused you. He didn’t even notice, did he even care? It was his turn to see you walk away.

“I think we can handle this tomorrow, or Monday Mr Jeon.” You grab your coat and phone, closing the door behind you. Jungkook looks hurt, now he knows how you felt all those years ago. Hoseok let’s you walk in front of him, his had landing on the small of your back.

Your date with Hoseok was great. He was legit sunshine. His laugh, his smile, the way he was so passionate about his work, it was so attractive. It was probably the best date you have ever had, but sadly your mind was still on a certain someone. Jungkook. 

He just wouldn’t stop invading your life lately. He was every where. The one place you felt safe, home, was now over taken by his sad face, and love confession. All you could think about was he actually tell you the truth. Did he love you?

You didn’t have sex with Hoseok. You didn’t feel it would be fair from him or Jungkook, or you. You needed to get your little shit of emotions together. Could you been in a relationship with Jungkook, is that what he wanted. Or did he want a quick fuck? There was a lot of questions to be answered, but once you open them there is no turning back.

Monday morning came way to quickly for your likely. You were nervous to say the least. Will it be awkward with Jungkook? Most definitely. You got dressed in your usual work attire, a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Paired with black heels and your trench coat. You leave for work, your stomach in churning. Your first meeting was with Jungkook, your whole day was with Jungkook.

You go straight to Jungkook’s office to start your day. You say hello to his a assistant.

“He’s in a horrible mood today.” She in forms you. Well shit…. 

You knock his office door and walk in. He’s his back turned to you, texting someone. He turns and gestures you to take a seat, you do. It’s a few minutes later when he finally speaks.

“We have a meeting with the Lee’s in thirty minutes. Be ready.” He doesn’t even look at you. He can’t seriously be mad that you went out with Hoseok. He was there ready to take you out, you couldn’t say no. You dismiss your self and get ready for the meeting.

When the meeting started, Jungkook usual sits at the top of the table, but not today. He sat beside you. Which kinda killed you, because he was so beautiful. You never realised how much you missed him. He was your everyday for years, cutting that off killed you. Right now you just wanted to hug him, hear what he has to say, cry…. It was painful to see the once bubble of happiness, was now a cold stare that wouldn’t look your way.

When it came to your last meeting of the day, Jungkook only talked to you about work that was it. He didn’t even say good bye back to you when you were leaving. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes. You fled from the building, taking a huge gasp of air when you finally got out the door. Your phone started to ring, you didn’t even lot a the caller ID. You just answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like your about to cry.

“Y/N, thank god you answered. Our baby sitter cancelled on us and we need to leave for the ball in less then 20 minutes. Could you save us and baby sit the kids?” Seokjin asked he sounded desperate. 

“Of course I will. I’ll be there 10.” You hang up the phone and get in a taxi.


When you get to the door, you didn’t even knock and the door is flying open.

“”Thank you so much Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Seokjin says, as he helps his very pregnant wife out the door.

“We called a friend to help you with the two of them, there a handful for just one person.” Moonbyul shouts from the car.

“Okay thank you, have a good time.” You wave them off and close the door. You take your heels off your shoes and walk into the kids play room. Jinyoung and Mark jump up to greet you. You often minded them for Seokjin and Moonbyul. You were playing with them on the floor when the doorbell rang. You got up with the boys, you guessed this was your helping hand. You open the door… well shit.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask opening the door wider to let him in.

“Kookie!” Both the boys shout and jump on Jungkook.

“Hey guys, It’s been a while.” He hugs both boys tight. The sight makes you think, what if it was you and Jungkook who had kids, were married, were happy… 

“Jin called me, he said you would need help with the boys.” He puts the boys down. “How about we go play.” Jungkook runs off with the boys. You decide to make them their dinner, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. So you were starving. You made do with what they had in their fridge. Whipping up a chicken stir fry.

“Boys, dinner!” You shout from the kitchen door. They come running in screaming, they take there seats. Jungkook just stands in the door way.

“I made you some too.” You say pointing to the plate on the table. You take your seat beside Jingyound and Jungkook across from you with Mark. Jinyoung was only three so you helped him eat his food. You could see Jungkook staring at you. It was intimidating.

After dinner the boys had made quite a mess eating, so you run them a bath. They played happily with there toys, splashing about, getting your blouse drenched. You and Jungkook dry the boys and put them to bed. Jungkook sings to them, your heart literally melted. You both leave them to sleep, and you go to wash the kitchen up. You don’t hear Jungkook walk in, until he’s putting his lips to your hear.

“You should probably change your shirt, I can see through it.” You whirl around. You had forgotten that you fot wet and that your blouse was white. You smack his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, covering yourself with your arms.

“I wanted to see your bra.” He smirks. “It’s very pretty on you, you look… sexy.” He bites his lip. Fuck well now your panties are soaked too.

“Pervert.” You mumble under your breathe. You go and try to find a jumper of Jins you could wear. When you got back Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching the t.v. You sit on the other end of the couch.

“Jungkook, I um.. I’m sorry about Friday.” Jungkook wenches at the thought. 

“You don’t have to be. Was he able to satisfy your desire to have me touch you.” He snaps, obviously annoyed with you.

“I didn’t have sex with Hoseok and even if I did I have no reason to be sorry. I did nothing wrong. Your the one that just dropped a bomb like that.” You snap back.

“I dropped the bomb? You the one that said you loved me since we were little first, why can’t I do the same. I did, I do!” He shouts back. Your both to heated, that you didn’t notice Jin and Moonbyul walk in.

“Is everything okay?” Seokjin says, catching your attention. You stand up and make your way to the hall.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” You hug them both and grab all your stuff and leave. Your walking down the street to get a taxi, when you hear your name being called. You know it’s Jungkook, you can’t let him see the tears that are beginning to fall. Crying for him like you were eight years ago. You get in the taxi leaving Jungkook on the pavement, he was so close.

Work today fro you was much like yesterday, but this time it was you who was the quite one. Jungkook was respecting you at work, leaving you be. It wasn’t till you were cleaning up after the meeting that Jungkook spoke up. It was just you and him in his office.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He says softly. You nod your head no and start to leave with your files. Jungkook rushes over from his desk and stands in front of the door. “Please, please just talk to me. Seeing you sad is killing me.” You look up at him, you can see the regret on his face.

“I have a meeting Sir.” You walk past him, opening the door and leaving. You weren’t ready. And not at work. 


It had been such a long day, you couldn’t wait to go home, eat take out and catch up on some dramas. As you walked out it started to rain very heavy, you groaned with no taxis in sight you start to walk, getting drenched. A black lamborghini pulls up in front of you, the window goes down.

“Y/N, get in. I’ll take you home.” Jungkook says with a smile.

“No, I can walk.” You bluntly say and start to walk in the direction of your home.

“Y/N, get in the car!” Jungkook shouts following you with his car. The rain is dripping down your face, your coat has failed you it soaked through.

“No!” You shout back continuing to walk home. Jungkook pulls over. He gets out of his car and runs over to you, his hair is already dripping wet. He steps in front of you.

“Jeon Jungkook are you crazy! Your suit is ruined now!” You shout at him for being so careless about his expensive suit.

“Yes I must be crazy, because I’m so madly in love with you and I keep letting you walk away from me. But that’s it!” He takes cups your face and kisses you. It takes you a moment before you start to move your lips against his, its passionate. It’s what you’ve wanted his your were fourteen, to kiss Jeon Jungkook. You put one hand on his neck and one hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You both pull apart, resting his fore head against yours, he smiles.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He kisses your nose, setting you back on the ground.

“Me too.” You giggle.

“Can I take you home.” He asks. 

“Yes.” He takes your hand and guides you to the car. Opening the car door for you, you slide in and he goes to the drivers side, talking his seat.

Jungkook doesn’t take you to your apartment, he takes you to his. As soon as he closes the door to his apartment, he’s kissing you. Taking off your wet clothes and his. He tears your coat and blouse off, still in a heated kiss. You kick off your heels, and push his suit jacket off and start to unbutton his shirt. He starts to walk you backwards to his bedroom. You finally get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He pushes your skirt up your thighs, so he can lift you up. He has a firm grip on your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss, you can’t help but smile back. As he walks you through his apartment to get to his bedroom, you kiss down his neck. You make sure to leave marks where people can’t see them tomorrow in work. He sets you down on the queen sized bed. You back up till your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawls up you, leaving kisses and marks all up your stomach and breasts. He flips you over so your on laying on your belly, he unzips your skirt and yanks it down and pulls it off you. Leaving you in your black lacy lingerie. Jungkook bends down to kiss your ass and.. did he just bite it… Yep! You moan loudly, as he continues to grope, bite, kiss and smack your ass. It was so passionate, hot and kinky. Did you say kinky, cause it was hella kinky… not that you minded tho. He unclasps your bra and turns you back around.

“God, do you even know how much I dreamed about this?” He throws your bra away. He leans down to take your breast in his mouth, tugging on the nipple and sucking, while his fingers play with the other. Your a moaning mess under him. He starts to slid down your body, kissing down till he reaches your panties. He looks up at you and smirks. He starts to pull your panties down with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with you, fuck this boy has no mercy. 

“Baby girl, you’re so wet already.” Jungkook smirks up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, then finally he kisses your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your slit, making your hips buck up into his face. But he holds your hips down with one hand. “Don’t do that baby girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” Your eyes widen by that slip of the tongue, you put your hand over your mouth.

“Did you just call me daddy?” Jungkook says, stopping his tongue.

“Mhmm…. no.” You giggle. Jungkook chuckles.

“You can’t take it back now. And anyway, I like being your daddy.” He has a cocky ass smirk on his face, you love it. He starts to eat you out again. Slipping two fingers into your core, thrusting them in and out of you. He’s sucking on your clit, while his free hand massages your breast. Your moaning his name, along with his new claimed bed name. No one has ever made you feel as good as Jungkook is right now, hes making you cum so fast, you’ll get whiplash. Once hes finished licking up your cum, he takes off his pants and boxers, sighing in relief that the tight fabric is off, letting his erection spring free. He’s bigger then you thought.

“Fuck your so sexy.” You say, pulling him flush against you, grinding your hips up into him, making him groan. You both kiss, as he starts to push in your folds. He kisses down your jaw, as he waits for you to stretch to his size. He starts to move, kissing your sweet spot on your neck. He’s not pounding into like you thought he would. It’s passionate, slow, like he’s savouring every movement, every touch.

“I love you.” He puts his fore head to yours, looking into your eyes, as he fuck you deep and slow. Each thrust is hitting your g-spot each time, making your orgasm hit you. A wave of pleasure falling over the both of you. Your walls tighten around his member, making him cum inside you, his seed filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, riding out both your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting from your orgasms. Your running your fingers through his hair, as he kisses your neck.

“I love you, too.” 


A/N- I hope y’all enjoyed. I’m pretty happy with it. Let me know what you all think. I love feedback, so please don’t be shy. Thank you all for all the support, I really appreciate it x

Thanks for reading!

-Admin Abe x

So Eliza was in Purgatory for weeks, WEEKS, before 2x01. She had a separate room from Dolls, but she was with him a lot. They were working together to figure out what they are, what Black Badge made them. She said Dolls told her about Wynonna.

Think about that. Think about those conversations. Dolls complaing about his “new hot-headed Deputy” and “Earp is a force of nature - a valuable asset when you can point her in the right direction, but deadly when you can’t control her.” How his complaining devolves into thinly veiled compliments, until Eliza gets him drunk and he’s calling her gorgeous, telling her about the time she finally took him down in sparring and he let her gloat because he was too turned on to discipline her.

Eliza finally meets Wynonna, and suddenly she understands why Dolls was so smitten. Wynonna’s a wildcard; she’s unpredictable. She’s not as disciplined as a BBD Agent, but she’s got raw talent and potential. But she’s also not so by-the-book, and it reminds her of Dolls before BBD corrupted them both.