#jeffrey dean morgan rarechar

[warriorqueen1991]

Memoria (pt. Twenty Four)

Characters: Sam (Desierto) x Claire (oc)

Warnings: Fluff and a tiny bit of Angst

Notes: well this is it folks, I know my readers are few for this fic but I'm beyond grateful...Memoria was the first fic I ever posted on tumblr and the support I got from it is the reason I'm still writing today.

Now don't worry I got plans for a sequel but it's gonna take awhile cuz I hot other fics I wanna focus on before I do that, the plan is to use the same tag list for this fic but you'd like to be added just let me know...or taken off.

Thank you so much for all the feedback and loving support ❤💋💋

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Sam stared at the ceiling, Claire's arms wrapped around him as she slept. Her steady breathing soothing him as he tried to sort the calamitous thoughts bouncing around in his head.

Everything in his life was finally coming together.

But there was one thing, one piece of his life that still seemed just slightly out of reach.

He wanted to Marry Claire….

He wanted people to know he was hers, and she was his. He wanted to build a life with her, to have kids and more dogs and just...grow old together.

He sighed kissing her hair as he closed his eyes, he knew there was a good chance she would say yes if he asked. But there would always be a part of him that would never feel good enough for her.

He swallowed roughly as he caressed her hair lovingly, what if she said no?

What if she….

He shook his head pressing his face against hers “I love you” he whispered, he knew she couldn't hear him but he still needed to say it. He would spend the rest of his life saying it, he'd worship the ground she walked on just to see her happy.

Shit he already did.

Feeling her shift next to him he nuzzled against her neck with a fleeting smile, he needed to pop the question. He needed to take a chance, to finally grow a pair and show her he had the courage to take their relationship to the next level.

Or at least propose the idea.

Glancing at the nearby window his heart beat rapidly as the first rays of sunshine began dancing behind the curtains.

Biting his lip he let out a deep sigh, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

He needed to do this now.

Before he lost the courage.

Sitting up slowly he shifted the covers as he placed a warm kiss to her cheek “sweetheart?” She groaned shuffling under the covers before tugging him closer making him chuckled.

“Claire!”

Humming in acknowledgement she fluttered her eyes open as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Sweetheart can you get dressed for me?”

She furrowed her brow as her eyes slid back shut, her words slurring “is everything ok?” He chuckled kissing her forehead “everything's perfect...I just need you to come with me”.

Nodding her head against his chest she smiled, still half asleep “Ok baby”.

Sam smiled softly before rolling out of bed, the slight twinge of pain that shot up his leg made him wince.

Searching the room he finally pulled him out clean boxers and a pair of lounge pants, they weren't going far so he just needed to be decent.

Claire made another tired groan before sitting up to watch him curiously “where are we going?”

He bit his lip with a shy smile “just out back gorgeous, not far”. She smiled with a pleased hum “gorgeous huh, What's the occasion?”

He paused taking in her still bare form. The covers just pulled over her breasts, Her shoulder length black locks beautifully disheveled as she watched him with her shimmering emeralds.

He let out a breathy sigh “don't need an occasion to speak the truth!”.

She ducked her chin with a blush, swinging her legs off the bed as she stretched her arms, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of the dim light outside.

“What the hell time is it?”

He chuckled “it's early”.

She sighed “Sam what's…?” he cut her off by tossing her one of his button down shirts “here...just slip this on”.

Raising an elegant eyebrow his direction, she smirked “ya know, if you wanted me in your clothes you could've just asked!”

Humming in approval, he smiled before sitting on the edge of the bed. Reaching over to grasp her hands, he pulled her into a heated kiss.

Moaning against her lips, he pulled back slightly with a soft smile “come on sweetheart, humor me...please?”.

Letting out a breathy laugh she pressed her forehead against his “hmm I do love surprises”. Kissing her once more, his lips moving against her in slow sensual strokes he purred “glad to hear it”.

Slipping his shirt on she bit her lip as she tossed her hair from under the garment, her green eyes taking in his enamored appearance.

Blushing slightly she shook her head “alright let's get going early bird”

He smiled getting to his feet, grasping her hand he quickly moved through the dimly lit house.

Moving through the front door he glanced around before tugging her around back, the large field in front of the small forest was like a beautiful golden sea. The tall grass bleached from the overbearing sun, the mountains in the distance cradling the slowly rising glow.

Pulling her to the spot where they had enjoyed their picnic, he finally came to a stop turning to face her with an almost nervous smile.

Claire felt goosebumps run up her arms as she looked around, what was this all about?

“Sam?”

He cleared his throat before shifting his weight, his eyes dropping to the ground “o-ok, I'm sorry for dragging ya out here darlin but…” he rolled his lips before meeting her eyes once more.

A soft and sweet smile forming across his lips.

“I gotta do this now, before I...before I lose my nerve”.

Claire gulped, it felt like her stomach was a jar full of butterflies.

Sam let out a shaky breath “every since I woke up in that damn hospital, I've been afraid”. Running his thumbs over her knuckles he shook his head “afraid of what I've done, of what I could do...of what people thought of me”.

Claire frowned pulling his knuckles to her lips before giving him a sad smile, she hated hearing about how lonely he had felt but she knew she needed to let him finish.

Pressing his forehead against hers he closed his eyes “I spent days and weeks...hating myself…”

His shaky exhale prompted her to kiss his lips gently, she needed him to know she was here for him. Smiling against her lips he took a deep breath “you…” he shivered “you saved my life!”

“For the first time in my life I'm looking forward to tomorrow...and it's all because of you!”

Claire couldn't stop the tears building up in her eyes from falling, especially since Sam couldn't seem to hold his back either as they cupped each others face.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, he pulled away from her before wiping his eyes with a choked laugh.

“S-Sorry...I'll get uh..I'll do this properly once I uh... get some money of my own but…” he reached around his neck slipping his dog whistle from his tan flesh. Claire blinked in surprise and confusion as he transferred the shiny chain from his neck to hers, his hands shaking slightly.

“Claire?…”

She looked up into his eyes “y-yes Sam”

Running his long fingers down the silver chain he curled them around it, gently tugging her forward. Resting his head against hers he closed his eyes before opening them again.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to run, to hide from the possible rejection that could follow.

“Will you...will you, Marry me?”

Claire's eyes widened in shock, her mouth dropping open as she pulled back to take in his frightened features.

Blinking rapidly as she let out a choked laugh, her hands lifted to cover the wide smile that soon spread across her face.

“O-Oh my god….” she gasped, her body trembling.

Sam's eyes darted across her face, his body tense awaiting a clear answer to his question.

Claire let out a happy squeal, her hands snapping around his neck making him flinch as she leapt into his arms.

He grunted with a light laugh as she began peppering his face with kisses.

“God yes!!...yes!!...yes, of course I'll marry you”

Sam's face lit up as he wrapped his arms around her tightly “y-you what?”

She giggled running her hands through his hair before kissing him passionately, his large hands sliding down her sides as he pulled back to pant against her lips as she caressed his cheeks.

“Yes Sam, a million times over…”

Hugging him as tightly as she could, the sky painted with brilliant pinks and purples. Claire let out a happy sigh as his large hand cradled her head.

Their bodies swaying slightly with the breeze, their hearts beating in harmony as she whispered against his ear.

“Yes”

Pulling back to gaze into her shimmering eyes he traced her jaw line with a soft smile “you know what?”

She smiled against his lips “what?”

“I know what my favorite color is”.

She giggled continuing to run her fingers through his hair, his hazel eyes getting lost in her emerald pools.

“Its...green”

She smiled pulling him into another tight hug as she let happy tears stream down her face.

“I love you Sam” she whispered closing her eyes, his large hands rubbing her back as he purred against her ear.

“I'll love you forever Claire”.

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Knife Blood Nightmare ch. 1

OHMYGAWD. Sorry this took so long. I wrote it, then my computer crashed. I rewrote it, and i’m not 100percent happy with it, but oh well. Life has been crazy. I moved in with my bf and its been hectic getting situated. But now I’m back on my writing schedule and I’m hoping to put a new chapter out every other day. And yes, the Max one-shot is coming.....Monday. Anyways, enjoy this chapter of awkward introductions and a little insight to our killers plan. Oh yeah, and JD!

Also I’ll make a tag list if you want to be tagged in future chapters, just let me know! <3<3<3

@ladylorelitany @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar

Knife Blood Nightmare

01. Intentional Case Assignment and Situation Awareness

JD Richter wasn’t known as the most friendly detective at the station. In fact he had a reputation for being an asshole. He walked into the station, donning his leather jacket and dark sunglasses with a cup of coffee in hand. He didn’t look at anyone as he walked back to his office, walking in and closing the door. He groaned as he sat down in the office chair, tapping on the key board in front of him to wake up the computer. He quickly logged into his email to check on new reports or if there was any new jobs. He scanned through all the messages, a wave of frustration washing over when he reached the newest email. He grabbed his coffee and quickly left his office, heading for the Chief's office at a rapid pace. He groaned loudly when he approached and saw that someone was already in the room speaking with Chief Baker. JD made eye contact with the older man, throwing his arms up with a look of frustration. He looked down at the back of the young blondes head as she stood and shook the chiefs hand. JD took a step back as she turned around and began walking towards the door to the office.

“Let me get the door for you, Lindsey.” The Chief jumped forward, quickly beating her to the door and opening it for her, giving her a small pat on the back as she walked out and came face to face with JD, who was now realizing that she was the subject of the email. Chief Baker smiled at JD, reaching out to shake his hand. “Good morning, detective. I’ll assume by the look of excitement on your face that you got my email.” JD growled quietly, tilting his head down. Chief Baker knew how much JD hated new recruits. He also knew how much he hated working with them. The Chief laughed at the look on JDs face and turned to Lindsey, motioning her forward.

‘JD, this is Lindsey. Shes our newest detective. Straight from the academy. She received a high recommendation, so I figured I’d have her work with you.” He looked between Lindsey and JD and smiled, oblivious to the obvious tension between the two. “You guys are going to work out great I’m thinking. Have a good day, Lindsey. If hes too much a grump, let me know and I’ll put him on paper work all day.” He walked off back to his office.

Lindsey and JD stood there awkwardly. JD glared at the back of the Chiefs head for a moment before turning his attention back to Lindsey. She was staring at the ground, cheeks hot with embarrassment. He frowned, running his hand over his beard before putting his right hand out towards her, hoping to quell her embarrassing that was more than likely his fault.

“He makes me seem like the Grinch of the department, and half the time hes right. I’m JD.” He smiled at her as she looked up, taking his hand and shaking it. “I’m Lindsey. He actually told me a lot about you. I’ve been looking forward to working with you.”

She had known Chief Baker for several years, he had worked with her parents before they were killed. When she applied to the academy, he helped her as a mentor while she was there. When he said he had an open desk at the department, she was thrilled and jumped at the opportunity. “Come on, lets go get some coffee and see what the day has in store for us, shall we rookie?” HE looked back at her as he walked away, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. Lindsey sighed, trying to get rid of her thoughts of how handsome JD was. She walked after him, slowly. Today was gonna be a long day.

He watched as she walked into the station, her hair blowing in the wind. He rubbed his hands together, pausing at the slight sticky feeling in between his fingers. He looked down at the blood that was caked under his nails. Laughing, her reached over to the glove compartment, grabbing a bottle of water and poured half the bottle onto his hands, rubbing them together before grabbing a handkerchief and drying them. Most of the blood was gone. It would have to do. Using his binoculars, he looked through the station windows, hoping for one last glance before he drove off. Seeing her with another detective, he felt his anger rise up. She was laughing, looking happy. Slamming his hands on the steering wheel, he started the car. He drove off, one last stop to set his plan in motion. He just hoped that she would be assigned to the crime scene he had left earlier this morning. Unlocking his phone, he began to dial. “Yes hello. I’d like to report a murder.”

“Richter! Jacobs! Need you both in here right now!” Lindsey looked down the hall at the Chiefs office, watching as he walked back to his desk. JD stood, grabbing his coffee and tapping his on the shoulder with his finger. “Earth to Lindsey, looks like we might have some work on your first day.” As they both left his office, Lindsey sighed. Sitting in a quiet room with JD was rather intimidating, almost suffocating. She didn’t get to enjoy the moment for very long though. As soon as they stepped into the chiefs office, she could tell something bad had happened.

“You guys got a case. Three dead. Male, female and a kid. It was just called in an hour ago by a mystery caller. Its brutal guys.” He turned to Lindsey, a small frown cast over his face. “Rough first day, kiddo. I’m sure you’ll do alright though, JD will help you out and if you have any questions just give a shout.” He patted her on the shoulder, laughing. “Or just give JD here a swift kick.” JD groaned, sounding thoroughly annoyed by the older mans sense of humor. “Well boss you gonna let us go stare at this brutal crime scene or are you setting miss Lindsey here up for an HR violation.” Lindsey quickly set her eyes to the ground, feeling another wave of heated embarrassment go to her cheeks. She sighed loudly, getting both mens attention as she began to walk toward the doors where JD told her his car was parked.

“You’re both heading towards a sexual harassment claim if you don’t knock it off.” JD and Chief Baker both stared at her in disbelief. Lindsey laughed as the door to the car park slowly closed behind her.

JD stood with the Chief for a moment, finally getting a laugh from the situation. “Alright chief, whats her deal? You obviously know her.” Chief baker looked back at the man, nodding slowly with a frown across his face. “You cant tell who shes the product of? Her last name alone is a give away.” JD turned, looking at the woman as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, staring at the screen for a minute before putting it to her ear. Pieces slowly fell together in his head and the look of realization hit his face as he turned back to the chief. “That’s her? Holy shit, man. Why didn’t you tell me that?” JD ran his hand over his beard, staring at her.

JD had been a bounty hunter before becoming a cop. He was one of the best around, even snagging federal bounties from time to time. But there was always the one that got away. The last 6 months of his bounty hunting career was spent searching for someone that he had no picture of. No description. Just the awful crimes he committed. The newspapers had begun calling him “Jack The Ripper”, the crimes between the two killers were almost identical. But then one day, his M.O. changed, killing an entire family. Bob and Dana Jacobs were both well known Detectives back then, their 5 year old daughter Lindsey would brighten a dark room with just a smile. Bob and Dana were assigned to the case, but apparently got too close to catching the guy. Their bodies were found one morning by their neighbor, flesh peeled back from the ribs, disemboweled and handcuffed to their front porch chairs. A wide spread panic swept the town; Lindsey was missing. JD thought back to the giant manhunt that he was a part of. For two days they searched through out the town, looking for the little girl. One the third day, she appeared back at her house, walking around a corner singing a song, surprising the two officers that were there guarding the crime scene. They all chalked it up as a win, but JD could never let go the fact that the killer was still out there.

The car door slammed loudly as JD got into the drivers seat, looking over at Lindsey. The Chief had been right. The crime scene was gruesome and she was clearly shook by it. “We can head back to the station and then you can go home if you want. I’ll take care of the paper work.” He sighed as she continued to stare out the window. He wanted to ask for a different case, but he started to wonder if the chief put him and Lindsey on this case for a reason. The entire family that lived in the small ranch house was dead, on display on the front porch, disemboweled and posed. “I can just take you home if you want, and I’ll pick you up in the morning. You don’t need to be driving like this.” He put his hand on her knee, making her jump. He quickly removed his hand, apologizing quickly. She smiled, grabbing his hand with both of hers. “Thanks, JD. I appreciate what you're doing. But you can just take me back to the station and I’ll drive myself home.” He looked her over once before nodding his head.

Once they it back to the station, Lindsey went and grabbed her things from JD’s office and quickly walked back out to her car, ignoring both JD and Chiefs attempts to get her attention. She got to her car and after struggling to get the FOB to unlock the door. She dropped her keys twice, her anxiety going through the roof. She went to pick them up the 2nd time but was startled to see JD standing there. He bent down, grabbing the keys from the ground. One glance at her shoes and he took a knee, reaching over and retying the laces that must have come untied as she walked from the station. He stood up slowly, watching her carefully. “First murder scene is always the hardest.” He handed her the keys. “But I’m guessing in your case, that was a bit familiar.” She didn’t look at him, but nodded slowly. She turned to the car. “See ya tomorrow, JD.” He waved, standing there and watched as she drove off, hoping she would be okay.

Lindsey sat in her car in the driveway for 15 minutes, staring out the sun roof at the sunset stained sky. She didn’t like to think about what happened to her parents, obviously, but it was a topic that she knew she was going to have to face when starting at the department. Now she was starting to doubt the idea of ever being a cop. She jumped when her phone buzzed and fell off the dash. Sighing, she reached over and grabbed it, looking at the screen. One text from JD, asking if she was okay. She noticed a voice-mail icon, but decided to wait until she was inside. She gathered her things, walking to the front door. A piece of paper was on the door, gently blowing in the light breeze. She unlocked the front door and opened it, setting the keys in the dish by the coat rack. “What the fuck…” She grabbed the paper and shut the door, turning towards the kitchen. The lights flicked on and she stopped, staring at the kitchen island. There was a small plate with a lid over it. She reached out for it and lifted, frowning. A cupcake sat there, red in color with a card in front of it. “Congrats on your first day…This is the only red velvet in your future that you can eat. The rest, well….that’s up to me…. what the fuck?” She then opened the paper, and after taking one glace at it she turned and ran out the front door.

He watched as she quickly drove away, frowning. Not quite according to plan, but now shes scared. A shiver went up his back at the thought of her eyes wide in fear as he stood in front of her. He grabbed his bag, slowly climbing off the duvet on her bed. Back to the shadows. “She will be mine. Soon.”

[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

Silent Forest

written for @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar​‘s red velvet event 2017

pairing: King Arthur (JDM) x Reader

fandom: the battle of evony (kind of)

prompt: red velvet

warnings: smut, oral

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar @ladylorelitany

Clashing swords could be heard throughout the forest. It was a familiar sound by now. Not long ago your little village had been quiet and peacful, that was until the bandits had shown up. The kings men did everything they could to get did of them but it simply wasn't enough. The forest was dark, not easy to get through and you could get lost if you didn't know where to go.

You stop your movement, not taking another step upon seeing a dark figure in front of you. From what you could see it wasn't clear if he was one of the kings men or a bandit. When the sun began to shine through the thick canopy of leaves you got a better look at the men whose back was still turned towards you. His red velvet cape gave off a radiating glimmer as it blew in the wind. It looks beautiful and definitely wasn't something a common criminal would wear.

A twig suddenly gives in beneath your weight and he spins around, sword ready in hand. He relaxes once his eyes fall on you. "Come here." He beckons you, waving you closer with his hand. You notice the arrow stuck in his side as you move closer. His breathing is heavy and he seems barely able to stand upright. "You should get help back in the village, that wound doesn't look good." "There's no time for that. You got to help me get it out." "W-what? No! I'm not a doctor." You answer with fear in your voice. Blood didn't bother you much but taking care of a wound certainly did. "Darling…what's your name?" "Y/N…" "Okay Y/N I need you to help me right now." He tears his beautiful cape in half, holding the fabric out to you. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes for a moment before taking it. "Sit down." He raises an eyebrow at your suddenly commanding tone but complies in the end. If you were going to be forced to help anyway you might as well do it right and you had seen enough fully grown men pass out standing just because they thought they could handle the pain. That surely wasn't going to happen now. You break the end of the arrow and with one quick movement, ram the rest of the wood through the wound. Sure enough he did pass out, though you doubted it was due to the pain alone. He must have been exhausted from all the fighting.

After wrapping up his wound you went back to the village, getting some of the men to help you bring him back. You didn't know him but leaving a wounded men on his own out on the woods just didn't seem right to you.

"Where am I?" You hear a groaning and walk over to the bed to sit down next to him. "Don't worry you're gonna be alright." "Well…if it isn't my beautiful saviour." He smirks and you blush under his intense gaze.

His hand catches your wrist and pulls you down on top of him. Fingers brushing against your skin, you look at him wide eyed, your mouth slightly open. He wasn't unattractive by far, you had to be blind to think he was. "Really? You almost died and that's the first thing coming to your mind?" You ask with slight amusement in your voice. "Like you said, I almost died. Just trying to make the best out of this situation." "I could be married, you know." "You're not." "Oh? And what makes you so sure about that?" "You haven't protested at all when I pulled you down..." His fingers move under the hem of your dress, moving up and down the inside of your thigh, "…your eyes are practically filled with lust…" His other hand takes a hold of your neck, pushing your head down closer to him so he's able to whisper into your ear, "…and I don't think you have realised it but you've been grinding your hips against me for a while now."

You gasp, moving your head back up quickly as you turn a deep shade of red. The damn guy had gotten to you do easily but he wasn't wrong. The thought alone excited you and you had no problem with a bit fun. "I don't think you're quite up for the task, at least not in your current state." "Maybe we can negotiate." He tells you in that deep, husky voice that sends jolts right to your core, "You take care of me and I make sure you won't be disapointed once my strength comes back." He adds with a little smirk.

You certainly didn't need to be told twice. His pants are open in a matter of seconds and you begin to stroke his errection through his underwear. He's already hard enough for your liking so you pull the rest of the fabric down and wrap your hand around his thick, long shaft. You certainly wouldn't be disapointed. You pump him a few times before your tongue joins in. Letting it glide around the tip and along his slit, you draw out loud moans from him. Encouraged by the sounds, you take him into your mouth, letting his cock slide down your throat as far as possible without gagging. You bob your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around in the process. You go at a steady rhythm and he begins to jerk his hips up. His hand moved to your hair and he grabs a fistful of your hair to push you down even further. He groans your name, hips roughly moving so his dick hits the back of your throat over and over. "Fuck…that feels really good. Damn don't you dare stop sweetheart." He makes a deep, animal like noice when he cums. His release is shooting down your throat, the feeling making you moan around his cock. His hand loosens the grip on your hair but you keep moving your head up and down, making sure to swallow everything.

"Damn girl..." He says and strokes your head after you fall down on the bed next to him. "I haven't even asked for your name." You realize and look over to him a bit guilty. It was kind of rude not to ask and after all you needed to know which name to scream when he felt better. "Arthur…my name's Arthur."

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Event: Red Velvet 2017 Rare Character @ladylorelitany @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar Title: The Gift Character: Erastus "Deaf" Smith TV: Texas Rising Warnings: None, pure fluff! Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner Y/N wanted something nice. Working hard all her life and she couldn't afford the beautiful red velvet dress in the window. Don't get her wrong, she had everything; a home, farmland, healthy, strong animals that provided the goods they needed to survive and the best of all, a damn good husband. Erastus "Deaf" Smith was a gentle family man at home and a fierce fighter out in the fields. He took care of her, gave her everything she needed. He was loving, attentive and spoke to her and of her with a gentleness that no one else could. She jumped at the touch of a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's me," Deaf said, his voice deeper than normal due to his hearing loss. "Sorry," she said with a smile while signing her apology. Everyone had been on edge lately, the crime rate a little higher than normal due to the war. Deaf smiled, turning his attention to the dress she was staring at. "It's beautiful," she sighed. "No, it's pretty, but you are beautiful, Darlin'," Deaf placed a sweet kiss on her temple. She blushed, biting her lip. Tilting her head to the side, she kissed Deaf's bearded cheek, "You're too sweet, Deaf." "I only speak the truth, Y/N." Y/N faced him, cupping his warm cheeks, "And that is one of the many reasons why I love you," His arms circled her waist as he leaned down to peck her lips, "I love you too, Sweetheart." A gust of wind blew through the town, making the couple realize that they should head home before nightfall. "Let's get home before it gets too cold," Deaf said, leading Y/N away from the store. °°°°°° The calmness that was around the homestead didn't last long. It was late in the night when the Rangers came, needing Deaf's help on a mission. The extreme cold air gusted across the land, making the house rattle from the force. Deaf wrapped his gun belt around him, watching as Y/N wrapped her robe tighter against her. She worried her bottom lip as he bundled up. "I'll be okay," he said, softly. "Out there, with the war? I know... I just worry about you getting sick," Her confidence in him always made him feel ten feet tall and her worry of his health made him feel well loved. Holding out his gloved hand to her, he wiggled his fingers, "I'll be fine, Sweetheart." She placed her hand, delicate, but work worn in his, giving him a firm squeeze as her emotions got the best of her. "I know, but I feel the need to say it. No matter what, you come back to me, Erastus." He smiled, his dimples so deep that they were even visible through his thick beard, "Yes Ma'am." A knock on the door signaled Deaf that he needed to get a move on. He kissed her, savoring the taste of his wife as he did each time before when having to go away. "I will be back, Darlin'. I promise." He whispered against her lips. °°°°°° Three weeks. For three weeks Deaf and the Rangers were on a mission to find a missing solider. After scouting for a week and half, they'd finally found him, a prisoner in a hideaway camp. The soilder was delivered safely back to his family; the reward more than enough to go around the Rangers three times. The men boasted about how they'd spend their money. Deaf kept his plans to himself, knowing exactly how he'd spend his. A pebble being thrown at him made him look up, "What?" "Whacha spending yer share on?" Bean asked, loudly so Deaf could hear him. "My wife," he said, clicking his tounge to get his horse moving faster. A two day ride and Deaf was finally back home. He'd stopped into town, picking up Y/N's surprise and a few other little things. All he wanted was a nice hot bath, a hot meal and time with his woman. He could see her shadow as she moved around the house. A smile stretched across his lips as he put the horse away and grabbed the saddle bags. Y/N came to the door step, the shotgun drawn, "Who's there!?" She asked. Deaf kept quiet, not hearing her. He watched as her arms pumped as she cocked the shotgun. "It's me!" Deaf said, holding up his hands. "Damnit Deaf!" She cursed, lowering the firearm. She stepped back into the dim lit house, letting Deaf inside where it was warm. The second the door shut, Deaf wrapped Y/N up in his arms. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice muffled as her face was buried in his shoulder. "Hmm?" He pulled back, just enough to see her face. "You were gone for a long while... are you alright?" Taking his hand, he cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the apple of it, "I'm fine, Sweetheart. I missed you, but I'm fine." His hands slid down her shoulders to her hands as he grasped them in his, "I brought you a gift," Her eyes lit up, a shy smile on her lips, "You did?" "Yes Ma'am," Deaf squeezed her hands before going to his saddle bags and removing the medium box. He handed it to her, watching as she took it to the table and lifted the lid. He saw her mouth open, but couldn't hear the gasp. Y/N's eyes swam in tears as she looked to Deaf. He had rendered her speechless. She signed, too afraid to speak, 'I can't believe you got this!' It was the red velvet dress that was in the shop window that she was admiring weeks ago. He chuckled, signing back to her, 'I did. Now you have to promise to wear it for me.' Gently, she lifted the dress from the box and was shocked at how light it was. From the look of it on the mannequin, it seemed to be quite heavy. Y/N held it to her chest, grabbing a small bunch of fabric from the dress and holding it out. She spun around, her smile near child like.  Carefully, she placed the dress back in the box, then ran over to Deaf where she jumped into his arms. "Thank you!" She said, kissing his cheek repeatedly. 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Title: Take A Bite

Pairing: Jason Crouse and Alicia Florrick. Prompt: Red Velvet Summary: Jason introduces Alicia to something new. Word Count: 2,382 Warning: Light fluff and even more smut (light BDSM; brief, very brief oral sex; vaginal sex; seriously passionate sex)! Author’s Note: So, this is the first time I’m writing for this pairing. Jason Crouse is just too irresistible and ahhh, this prompt is amazing. Thank you, @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar and @ladylorelitany for this opportunity to write for one of JDM’s rare characters!  I sure hope this is okay! :) Last gif belongs to mymargulies

“Put down the wine and come here,” Jason said. He was holding something behind his back and it was sparking Alicia’s curiosity.

Slowly, she set the unopened bottle of wine back into the cupboard. Alicia didn’t know why she listened to him all the time. Since starting a new relationship with him, she found herself obliging his demands in and out of the bedroom.

It must have been his eyes. He knew how to use them when he wanted something.

Jason set the small pink box onto the counter. He was grinning now.

“What is it?” Alicia asked.

“Open it and find out,” Jason replied.

Alicia slowly opened the box to reveal a single cupcake. It was red and had white frosting atop of it with red tiny sprinkles. It immediately brought back memories when they were talking about their favorite dessert. To this day, she still didn’t know what led to that conversation, but the cupcake sitting in front of her proved that Jason was listening.

“It’s red velvet,” he said.

“I see that…”

“You said you never got to try it and well, I still think it’s absolutely ridiculous that you’ve never had any. So, I was out shopping –”

Alicia looked up at him, arching a brow. “You? Shopping?”

Jason chuckled, “That’s beside the point. Anyway, back to the story. I wanted to get you a red velvet cupcake.”

“How nice of you,” she smiled.

“Go on. Take a bite.”

Alicia took the cupcake out of the box, unraveling the wrapper just enough so that she could take a bite. Leaning in, she took a small bite of the cupcake. Her eyes focused on Jason and she watched as his eyes moved to her lips. A bit of icing was left on her lower lip and before Alicia could wipe it away, Jason stood up and gently pressed his lips against hers, sucking the icing off of her lip.

“Mm…” Alicia murmured, swallowing the contents of the sugary goodness.

Jason pulled back, looking into her eyes with the usual twinkle in his eyes. “So, what do you think?”

“What I think is that you’re very distracting, that’s what I think,” Alicia replied.

“It’s good though, isn’t it?” He smirked, his hands resting on her hips.

She took another bite, slowly teasing him as her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Jason narrowed his eyes, though, he maintained the smile on his lips. If one thing was certain about Jason, he knew how to control himself.

“Yes, it’s definitely good.” Alicia replied.

“Well, I better get going. You enjoy that cupcake.” Jason said, walking towards the front door. He grinned to himself at the sound of Alicia’s footsteps following after him.

“Don’t you want a bite of the cupcake? I mean, after all, you did buy it.” Alicia said, taking his hand and leading him back to the kitchen.

Though, Jason stopped her and turned her around. He rested a hand on her cheek and leaned down to capture her lips. Slowly, he led her to the bedroom by hoisting her up into his arms. She was moving her lips in sync with his own, allowing his upper lip to overlap her bottom one.

When she was placed on her soft mattress, Jason pulled back to look down at her.

“I can taste it on your lips,” he whispered.

Alicia smiled, letting her hands run through his hair.

“What do you think? Pretty good?” She asked.

Jason grinned, “Definitely good.”

His lips move to her jawline, causing her to whimper. Jason learned after a few times that Alicia had a soft spot for kisses on the neck and with his beard, it simply heightened the pleasure.

“You know, it is Valentine’s Day…” He mumbled against her skin, already working on lifting her shirt over her head.

Alicia nodded, far too distracted by his kisses and roaming hands. The first time she had him, Alicia knew she was hooked.

Jason was the type of man to make sure his partner was fully catered to before he would divulge in his own pleasure. He showed Alicia just the right amount of attention she needed. His soft, attentive kisses, his roaming hands that seemed to memorize every inch and curve of her body – Jason knew how to make a woman feel special.

“I was going to get you flowers, chocolate, the whole nine yards, but then I saw the cupcake,” his lips begin to trail along her collarbone, briefly pulling away to remove her shirt from her body. Clad in her black laced bra, Jason felt a sudden rush of blood hit his lower half.

“You remembered,” Alicia responded.

Jason nodded. “Plus, you don’t seem like the type of woman who like flowers anyway.”

“Oh, but I do love chocolate,” Alicia slowly grasped his shoulders, rolling him onto his back in the process.

Jason’s hands immediately rest on her hips, staring up at her with admiration in his eyes.

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Alicia smiled, looking down at Jason before she moved her hips across his. Instantly, he grunted at the pressure on his growing bulge.

“Alicia… You know I’ve got work to do,” he mumbled, his fingertips digging into her hips. Her movements didn’t seem like she was going to stop any time soon.

Suddenly, Alicia reached behind her to unclasp her bra. When she ripped the fabric from her body, allowing Jason a clear view of her bare front, all sounds of protest quieted from his lips.

“You didn’t think you’d leave my apartment without a thank you for that red velvet cupcake, did you, Jason?”

Usually, Alicia took control and Jason was more than happy to be the submissive one, but at this moment, there was a clear hunger in his eyes to take dominance. The way she was looking at him, teasing him was not going to be allowed tonight.

Jason didn’t respond, but instead, leaned up to grab her arms to hold it back. His lips immediately latch onto her breast, staring up at her as he gently sucked at her nipple.

Her hips ground into him, causing his pants to become even more uncomfortable. Jason rolled her back onto her back, bringing her wrists above her head and using his free hand to cup her unattended breast, giving the same amount of attention.

Alicia’s moans filtered her bedroom and Jason smirked, watching as her eyes rolled shut and her head being tossed back.

Tonight, she was at his mercy.

Jason released her wrists to trail soft kisses down her abdomen to the waistband of her skirt. He looked up at her, only to see that her eyes were still shut. She was enjoying this just as much as he was.

Slowly, Jason dragged the zipper of her skirt downwards, tugging the fabric from her body and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. Alicia lied on her back, clad in her black lacy panties. When they first slept together, neither of them knew how good it would be.

Alicia felt the weight of the mattress disappear. Opening her eyes, she watched Jason undress. He was undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing his chest hair and flattened abdomen. The tattoos that littered his body was something Alicia was always fond of.

He was the epitome of a bad boy.

When Jason kicked off his jeans to reveal the large tent in his boxer briefs, Alicia instantly squeezed her legs together. Despite how many times they had done this with each other, she was always surprised at his girth.

“Take your panties off,” Jason ordered.

Alicia bit her lower lip, instantly lowering the lacy garment down her legs, kicking it aside. The sound that escaped Jason’s lips were primal-like, growling like a predator waiting for its prey.

The moment Jason removed his boxers, Alicia was quick to roll onto her abdomen to face him. She reached out to gently wrap a hand around his manhood, hearing a grunt escape his lips. Leaning forward, she let her lips wrap around the head of his member.

As her lips teased the tip, her hand began to stroke his base. His hands immediately moved to hold her hair back, staring down at her with a lustful look in his eyes.

Though before Alicia could continue, Jason hoisted her up on her knees so that they were eye-to-eye with one another. Instantly, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss.

Jason wrapped an arm around her lower back as his other hand tangled itself in her dark brown locks. His member pressed against her lower abdomen, throbbing against her body for the need to be buried in something tight, something warm.

He needed her just as badly as she needed him.

Jason knew he could never be the dominant person in their sex life. Alicia was the type of woman to be cherished, to take things slow with and he was more than happy to play that role. It made sex more intimate despite how casual this entire situation was.

Once Alicia lied back down, Jason took this chance to hover above her, settling between the space of her legs. At the brief movement, he felt the head of his manhood brush against her wet heat, grunting lowly.

“You’re wet,” he growled.

Alicia nodded, reaching down to slowly stroke him. “Are you surprised? I mean, you kiss me the way you do and I’m putty in your hands, Jason.”

Jason smirked, gently taking her hand away from him. He kissed her knuckles, placing both of her hands back onto the bed as he slowly laced their fingers together.

And with a slow push of his hips, he felt her warm, tight heat wrap itself around his throbbing member. He always had to cease movements to allow Alicia to accommodate his length, but he didn’t mind. He always loved looking at her face contort in pleasure because of his doing.

Jason felt her fingertips dig into the back of his hands, signaling for him to push further into her. Though, when she lifted her hips, Jason felt himself slip deeper into her tight abyss. Alicia gasped, her mouth falling open at the slight movement.

Slowly, Jason’s hips began to move against her own, giving them both the relief and pleasure they both needed. His lips slowly move against hers, taking his time in mesmerizing the softness of her lips.

Alicia immediately returned the kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist to open herself further for him. The way he was holding her hands, restricting her from touching him was arousing. She enjoyed the slow pace he always seemed to start out with. It made her feel like he was trying to memorize what she liked, giving her the heightened sensations possible.

Maybe the reason why Alicia couldn’t get enough of Jason was because he took care of her needs, always making sure she reached her climax before he did.

In some odd way, Alicia didn’t feel the need to have everything under control whenever she was with him because she knew that she would be taken care of.

Suddenly, Jason’s hips slam into hers, causing her hands to tighten around his own. There had been times where he would unexpectedly pick up the pace, their skin slapping against together in sounds that would simply turn Alicia on.

Jason definitely knew how to show a woman how to be loved in a bedroom.

Their lips remain connected, hovering just mere inches from one another as his hips continue to push against her own.

Jason was able to slide in and out of her in rhythmic thrusts, her slick walls allowing him to move within her easily. Her tight walls were milking him to his next climax, but he knew he wasn’t going to reach it until she reached hers first.

Jason slowly picked up the pace, easing her into a fast pace that would bring her to her peak. He enjoyed the sounds of her moans, the way his name fell from her lips in the midst of an orgasm, the way her hands would grasp his shoulders (or in this case, his hands) as if she needed something to hold on to. Jason was so used to seeing her work day in and day out that it was times like this where he got a glimpse of her loosening up and relaxing.

“You’re close… I can tell,” Jason whispered against her lips.

Alicia responded by her legs wrapping tighter around him, pulling him closer to her body that allowed him to slide further into her.

In one last thrust, Jason felt her walls tighten further around his member, milking him in a tight vice. He didn’t know how longer he could hold on.

“Let go…” Alicia murmured, her voice a bit shaky from the intensity of her recent orgasm.

Her walls were loosening up, but she knew she would reach another high from the way Jason was pushing into her, using her to reach his own climax.

“Alicia…” Jason whimpered, his hips slamming into hers repeatedly. Her walls were sliding along his manhood, bringing him closer and closer to the brink.

As his thrusts continued, he felt himself slowly begin to release his seed into her with each movement of his hips. Alicia felt the warmth settle within her, her hands holding tightly onto his.

They both pant against one another, trying to catch their breath. When Jason slowly pulled away from her, he groaned, moving to lie next to her and pulling her into his arms as usual.

He wrapped an arm around Alicia’s shoulders, allowing her to snuggle closer to his side. When Alicia rested her cheek against him, her hand resting on his chest, Jason simply smiled.

Alicia’s eyes remain shut, trying to regain her composure. Jason always felt proud to leave her speechless and breathless after each “love session.”

After a few minutes, Jason asked, “You wanna finish the last of the cupcake?”

Alicia shook her head, resting her cheek against his chest. “Actually, I think I want to get more.”

Jason chuckled, looking down at her. Alicia met his eyes, returning the genuine smile.

“Red Velvet…” He whispered.

“It’s delicious,” she responded.

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Knife Blood Nightmare

So here is the first bit of my entry for the Jeffrey Dean Morgan Rare Char Red Velvet event. This is my entry for JD Richter. Now hes not in the prologue, but the next chapter is mainly focused on him.(which will be posted tomorrow at some point) This is my first fic that I’ve ever let people read, so I hope its good. I’ll also be posting my one shot for Max tomorrow. So I hope everyone enjoys it.

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Knife Blood Nightmare

00. Prologue 

-Summary-

Becoming a cop was a dream. The reasoning behind it a nightmare. A few weeks before starting at the police department, murders are happening. And the killer is leaving the same signature as the man who killed your parents. After a rough start to the job with her partner, she thinks things couldn’t get worse. And then the killer makes contact with her…

No warnings this chapter, but eventually there will be some graphic gore, alcohol and drug use, Super slow burn romance and maybe a little bit of some smut thrown in for good measure.

Lindsey watched as the sun slowly crept over the horizon, the pinks and yellows of the sunrise creating an water color affect across her backyard. She watched as the birds began to fly past, chirping and squawking at each other. Taking another sip of her coffee, she turned her gaze to the coffee pot that was very loudly making obnoxious noises as it brewed. Sleep had escaped her last night, not that she could blame it. Today at 8AM sharp she would be starting her new career as a detective. She smiled proudly at herself. She had wanted to be a police officer since she was a child, wanting to follow in her fathers footsteps and keep the community safe, while also being a respectable member of said community.

 She frowned at the unmistakable pain in her chest when she thought of her father. She was 7 years old when both her parents were murdered. The killer was never caught, but many believed it to be the work of a serial killer whom her father was hunting. He had crept into their house in the middle of the night and tied her father up so he could watch as he mutilated and violated her mother before killing her. He then slowly and deliberately tortured her father until he bled out from his wounds. The story went global. Reporters flocked to her hometown to cover the story. And she was left an orphan.

She glanced at the clock, finishing her coffee and taking the cup to the sink. She quickly rinsed her dishes and put them in the dishwasher, turning quickly to go upstairs and finish getting ready. She put on her new white button up blouse while slipping each foot into her new shoes. Grabbing a hair tie, she gathered her long blonde curls and tying them back off her shoulders. Acquiring her keys after filling a travel mug with coffee, she walked out the front door and got in her car, giddy with excitement to meet new people and start her new career.

 He couldn’t help but smile, watching as she got to her car and quickly drove out of the drive and down the street. He gripped the steering wheel tight, laughing at the thought of how her day more go because of him. The twisted irony of her possibly being put on the same case set him off into a fit of excitement. He couldn’t help but watch her. He didn’t know she wasn’t going to be home that night he killed her father and mother. It left him very unsatisfied with his work. She had disappeared after that, being taken into the care of relatives and hidden away. But he didn’t forget. And his memory paid off. 23 years later, inside a gas station while he purchased some beer and a microwave burrito, she appeared again. His memory didn’t jar or stall, one glance and he knew who she was. She grabbed a bag of chips and asked for a pack of smokes and put the change of the 20 dollar bill into gas.  As he walked towards her and the counter, she quickly glanced up, smiling at him before grabbing her items and walking back out to her car. He paused, deep in thought as he watched her pump gas. He paid for his items quickly, wanting to see her one last time before she left. By the time he got outside, she was pulling away from the pump, music blasting from the car stereo as she lit a cigarette. He smiled, walking to his car before sitting down and waiting to start the ignition. He was finally going to fulfill the promise he made to her father. He was going to finish killing all of them.

 Finally.

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Birthday Surprise

wirtten for @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar​‘s red velvet event 2017

pairing: Max x Reader

fandom: the resident

prompt: red velvet

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You felt a bit bad about hijacking his apartment, or to be more precise his kitchen like that but nobody should spend his birthday alone and locked up in his room "Y/N…you must have better things to do than hanging out here with me on your weekend." Max says in a joking tone but this time you can actually hear the sadness behind it. He usually hid it so well. Seeing him like that almost broke your heart and all you wanted to was to throw your arms around him to give him a hug. "You Mister…" The whisk you're holding in hand flutters before his face, "…are going to be quiet now! You should have told me it was your birthday earlier, I don't even have a present for you." "You don't need to give me anything." "Yes I do!" Max had been so nice to you since you moved in, helping you with everything without wanting anything in return. You just wanted to do something nice for him and make him happy, see him smile. A real smile, not that fake one he used to wear. Since you didn't get the chance to buy a present on time, you had decided to bake him a cake. Better than nothing right?  

"Okay, okay." He puts his hands up in defeat and continues to watch you over your shoulder with fascination, "What kind of cake is this anyway?" "Red Velvet." You dip your finger in the dough and hold it out to him with a little smirk, "Wanna have a taste?" You can practically see the blush spreading all over his face before he takes your finger into his mouth with hesitation. His tongue glides along your finger for a short moment before he quickly pulls back. "It's good." "I know right?" You answer cheerfully and continue as is nothing happened. Truth was, you had a little crush on your landlord and the fact that he always was this adorably shy made it only more fun to tease him a bit.

Both of you sit down at the table, waiting for the cake to be ready. "So…isn't there anything special you'd like to do on your birthday, nothing at all?" "I'm not really what you'd call a people person. Going out isn't really my thing." "Well that escaped my attention completely." You reply in a joking tone, "Than something you like to do at home? We could watch a movie." He laughs but it sounds a tad bitter to you, "I doubt you'd like my hobbies but honestly...you just being here makes it special already." "Quite charming, I'm impressed." You say with a grin in his direction.

"Hey…can I ask you something?"   "Yeah sure, go ahead." Well, it was now or never. You had been too scared to ask the past few weeks, afraid of rejection. It was an awful feeling, not being liked back by someone you really cared about. A feeling you were all too familiar with. It didn't make you give up though, you were way too stubborn for that. There's no way to accomplish anything if you don't give it a try. "W-would you go out with me sometime?" The timer suddenly rings, making you jump up an hurry over to the oven. You get the cake out in time and place it on the counter. Max walks up behind you, one of his hands gently touch your waist. His body is close to yours and you can feel his heat radiating across your back. His voice is barely a whisper when he starts to speak. "I'd love to."

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Title: I’ll Be Your Hero

Pairing: Luke Vaughn and Riley Vaughn (daughter) Summary: Luke delivers a special gift to his little girl. Word Count: 837 Author’s Note: This is the first time I’m writing for Luke and I wanted to do something fluffy and also slightly heartbreaking and angsty with this! Thank you @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar and @ladylorelitany for this Red Velvet prompt. I’ve had so much fun with this! I hope everyone enjoys! 

“Is this all of it? This isn’t going to cut it, Luke.” His ex-wife ranted, looking over the check Luke handed it to her.

He looked over at his daughter who was playing with his stuffed animal on the hospital bed. He was supposed to be able to take care of his family, support and protect them and he couldn’t do either one.

“I’m doing the best I can –” Luke began before she decided to interrupt.

“It’s not enough, Luke. Our little girl is slipping through our fingers and we can’t do anything about it. I’ve already taken another job.”

Luke sighed. He had already begun thinking of asking The Pope for a loan. He just hoped it would go through due to the amount of things he had done for the man.

“Let me talk to her doctor,” he said.

His ex-wife simply nodded. “Yeah. Work your magic,” she rolled her eyes.

Luke sighed. Ever since his little Riley got sick, his relationship with his ex-wife had gone downhill. The constant stress and worry took a toll on both of them and they both couldn’t handle it anymore.

It was a mutual decision.

“Give me until Friday. Give me a week.” Luke begged.

The doctor shook his head. “Mr. Vaughn –”

“Keep her on that list. I will get you the money you need by Friday. Please.”

“Mr. Vaughn, I can’t do that. I’ve given you plenty of time to –”

“She needs that surgery and I will make sure she gets it. Keep her on the list. You’ll have every penny by Friday night. I promise.” Luke’s voice quivered for a moment, not bothering to make eye contact with the doctor.

The Pope needed to give him the loan. Luke was a hardworking man. If he was going to borrow money that would save his daughter’s life, of course he would do everything in his power to return that favor.

“Okay, Mr. Vaughn. Friday by 7PM.”

Luke nodded. “Thank you.”

After his conversation with the doctor, Luke walked to his car to retrieve a gift that he had gotten for Riley. He knew she would love it.

Quietly stepping into her hospital room, Luke smiled when their eyes met.

“Hi, daddy,” she smiled.

“Hey, princess. I have a little present for you.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. Riley slowly sat up on her bed and Luke watched as his ex-wife left the room. He sighed, sitting at the edge of Riley’s bed and placing the box gently on her lap.

“What is it?” She asked.

Luke chuckled, “Why don’t you open it and find out, sweetheart?”

Riley quickly opened the gift, ripping apart the gift wrapper carelessly. Luke couldn’t help but smile. Despite her constant pain and struggle, she still managed to find a way to smile.

Suddenly, Riley let out a quiet screech of excitement. She was holding the red velvet dress against her body.

“It’s so soft, daddy! It’s so pretty! You remembered my favorite color is red, too!” She said excitedly.

Luke smiled, leaning over to kiss the crown of her head. “I did, honey. And when you get better, you wear that dress and daddy will take you out on a date.”

Riley smiled up at him, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

“Like to a nice restaurant with the biggest burgers we’ve ever seen?”

Luke chuckled. “Of course, princess. Whatever you want to do, we will do, all right?”

She grinned. “We can watch a movie after dinner and then have a nice walk on the beach?!”

Luke arched a brow protectively, “What have you been watching, young lady?”

Riley giggled, “Mommy and I watch a lot of romantic comedies. The good guy always end up with the girl.”

“You aren’t even ten years old yet and your mother has exposed you to romance? Need I remind you that you’re still my little girl?”

Luke had folded the dress neatly back into the box, setting it on the chair nearby. He was lying down with Riley, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she absently played with her stuffed animal.

“Well, you’re my Prince Charming, daddy.” She smiled, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes.

Luke bit his lower lip. The innocence in her eyes just broke his heart even further. She was struggling and in pain, and she didn’t know why. Luke could never bring himself to tell her about her condition other than “you’re sick, honey, but the doctors will help you feel better.”

There had been many times that she would cry and cry at the immense pain and all he could do was reassure her. Words didn’t mean anything when his little girl was screaming for him to make the pain stop.

“Good because you’re my Princess,” Luke smiled sadly, bopping the end her of nose with the tip of his finger.

Riley smiled, “Can we also have red velvet cake? It’s my favorite, daddy.”

“We’ll even add ice cream to it.”

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yellehughes replied to your post “Jeffrey Dean Morgan RareChar || Rebloggable Character Representation...”

Anybody name John Winchester yet?

John Winchester and Negan have enough representation to not count as RareChars, in this case. <3

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Memoria (pt. Twenty Three)

Characters: Sam (Desierto) x Claire (oc)

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

Notes: only one more chapter left :(

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The sound of keys rattling against the front door could be heard in the quiet house as Claire pushed the door open, she laughed brightly as Sam pressed in behind her.

It had been five days since they had been able to come home, now they were here...and without fear of what the future held. Sadie was barking happily as she bounded inside the house, her nub wiggling uncontrollably as she sprinted around the living room.

Claire giggled at her excitement as Sam pressed open mouthed kisses down her neck. Raking the fingers of her right hand through his hair, she bit her lip.

It seemed Sam was more than a little happy to be home.

She was just happy Danny had volunteered to gather up some professionals to clean up the house before she brought Sam home.

His deep chuckle as his beard scratched against her neck made her smile with a deep blush.

Letting her eyes drift shut she let out a breathy laugh before moving to the counter, opening up one of the drawers she pulled out a pair of scissors.

Sam growled happily against her neck as his hands ran down her sides.

Turning around in his arms she smiled as he kissed her passionately, his large hands gripping her hips firmly. She could feel Sadie bumping against their legs with a low whine, Sam chuckled “someone's jealous”.

Claire snorted with a light laugh covering her mouth as he nuzzled against her neck, lifting his hand up she snipped the hospital band from his wrist with a giddy smile. He pressed his lips against her temple with a deep purr “free at last”.

Dropping the scissors onto the table she smiled, cupping his face as she let out a happy sigh her lips sealing over his once more “hmmm free. At. Last ”.

Getting lost in their kiss they both flinched when Sadie let out a loud bark, Sam bit his lip with a wide smile as Claire giggled into his chest.

Pulling away from him she ran her hand over the dogs warm head making her jump up with a happy bark, Claire smiled gripping her collar as she ushered her into the living room.

“Come on girl I'll get ya something to eat alright?”

Sadie let out a loud yip as she tugged loose from Claire’s grip, bounding into the large room.

Sam smiled as he watched her dart around the coffee table with several barks. Placing a bowl of food on the floor, Claire giggled as he let out a deep sigh. The large dog scarfing down the kibbles greedily as her body wiggled all over.

Grasping Claire's hand he pulled her back to him with a wicked grin “now that babygirl is fed can mommy and daddy play now?”

She giggled pulling him down to her lips with a bright smile “oh, daddy wants to play does he?”

He chuckled moving her further into the room “only if mommy wants to play too”. She kissed him slowly before nipping at his lip with a pleased hum “what do you think?” growling against her lips he chuckled as she pushed him down onto the nearby couch.

Stretching his bad leg out, he couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across his face as she straddled his waist. Gripping her hips he leaned up to meet her in a fiery kiss, her nails raking through his hair as he moaned against her lips.

Breathing heavily against his skin she gasped as she felt him stiffen beneath her, sliding her hands down his neck she smiled as he lifted his hips. The slow grind was almost tortious but it had been five...very rough days, and they needed the slow. Beautiful. Release.

Pressing in over him as their kisses became almost hungry, Claire raked her hands down his chest unthreading his belt with a shaky breath. Sam groaned fisting her dark locks as she tossed his belt to the side, his hips rolling up against hers as she slid her hand beneath his waistband.

Dropping his mouth in a silent moan, he pressed his head against hers closing his eyes. Claire let out a breathy sigh as she gripped him in her soft hand, her fingers sliding up his throbbing shaft as she grinded her hips against his.

Letting out a rough noise he dropped his head back against the couch, pumping him slowly with tight strokes Claire moaned as her lips sealed over his tan throat.

Shifting his legs against the floor he gasped, tugging on her hair as her thumb ran over his weeping tip. Throwing his head back once more he let out a loud groan as she moaned against his open lips.

“Sh-shit Claire!...fuck, been way too long!”

She giggled squeezing him firmly as he dropped his right hand to press against her aching core. Dropping her lips she gasped as he began rubbing his hand firmly between her legs, wincing at the pressure she tugged on his hair.

“Oh my god!! y-yes... fuck Sam!!”

Using the hand that was in her hair, he growled softly as his movements became frantic. His fingers tearing at her clothes as she nipped at his lips, Claire kissed him deeply as she removed her hands from his pants making him moan in protest. Her fingers quickly yanking his shirt off as he tossed hers to the floor.

Glancing at the back of the couch Claire giggled prompting him to stop his oral exploring, his brow creasing as she reached above his head.

Dropping the black cowboy hat she had bought him on his head she bit her lip, fuck he was so sexy.

Adjusting the hat he chuckled “like it darlin?”

She ran her tongue over her lips with a naughty smirk before sliding to the floor, urging his legs apart. Dragging his boots off one at a time she purred running her fingers up and down his legs before slipping his socks off.

Grabbing ahold of his open pants she smiled as he helped her yank them down, tugging his boxers with them.

Grabbing his hat he rolled his eyes back as she ran her tongue up his shaft, her lips sealing over his swollen head with a soft moan. Dropping his head back as his other hand fisted her hair, he groaned roughly as her hands massaged his thighs.

“Awww hell...ahhh. Oh. Argh... jesus!!” his heavy grunts as she hollowed her cheeks made her moan around his flesh. He looked like a pornographic bull rider, his right hand keeping his hat in place as his other tangled in her hair. His lean body writhing against the couch as she took him all the wall in her throat, swallowing around him.

“Ahhhhh Ffffuuuucccckkkk” he cried out his face twisting in pleasure as she continued to swallow around him, the muscles of her throat clenching around him almost painfully.

He winced “Ah...ah...ahhhh oh fuck!!”

She giggled dragging her lips from him with a loud pop before biting at his hip bones making him jerk, gasping he smiled blissfully as she sucked against his skin.

She smiled nipping at his navel as he jerked with a deep chuckle “stop it”. His bright smile was infectious as she laughed against his skin, running her teeth over it with a wicked grin.

“Now why on earth would I ever do that?”

He jerked again with a rumbling laugh, his fingers running through her hair as she dropped her lips back to his hip bones.

Her tongue dragging across his sweaty flesh with an almost hungry stare.

Sam started squirming under her ministrations as she began sucking on his cock once more.

“Ahhh shit, Claire honey I…” his voice trailed off into a loud moan as he dropped his other hand to her hair.

His brow creased in concentration as his mouth dropped open, her loud sucking noises sending lightning up his spine as he arched beneath her. Focusing on the head of his pulsing shaft, she moaned tonguing the underside of his head before taking him all the way again.

Biting his lip he let out a choked groan before he succumbed to the white hot pleasure dragging him to the cliff edge.

“Arghhhh ahhhh oh fuck...oh god!!”

Claire choked with a light laugh at his loud growls.

Cupping his tight balls, she squeezed them gently as she worked him through his release. His mouth hanging open with heavy, almost pained grunts as she drank his hot offering with hard pleasure filled pulls.

Giving his balls one more firm squeeze she looked up at him with a heated stare.

His eyes clamped shut, his mouth open with heavy, desperate whines.

Moaning around his sensitive flesh, she dragged her lips from him making sure to get every last drop. His stomach clenching and unclenching infront of her as he grit his teeth with a long grunt.

Sadie barked with a soft whine as she peered at them cocking her head, Claire giggled moving over to scratch her ear “don't worry baby mommies not hurting daddy”.

Sam smiled, dropping his head back against the couch with a relieved moan “ahhh shit...don't let her lie to ya babygirl”.

Claire bit her lip with a pleased hum rubbing her fingers over his trembling stomach “but how's daddy feeling now?”

He let out a choked laugh “pretty damn good, but there's just one problem…”

Claire furrowed her brow in confusion as he stared down at her with a mischievous smirk “daddy hasn't got to play with mommy yet”.

She squealed as he lurched to his feet lifting her in his arms bridal style, he spun around with a slight limp as he moved them to the bedroom.

Sadie barked loudly as he kicked the door shut with a loud bang.

Both of them erupting in laughter at her crazed barking.

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Memoria (pt. Twenty Two)

Characters: Sam ( Desierto) x Claire (oc)

Warnings: fluff

Notes: only two more chapters to go my lovelies ;)

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“Hello Sam, how are you feeling today?”

Claire ran her thumb over his knuckles soothingly as the nurse took a seat on the opposite side of his bed, her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she scanned over the notes on her lap.

It had been three days since Sam had killed Deanna, the bandages had been removed from his eyes but he was still recovering from his gunshot.

The doctor said the gashes wouldn't leave any real noticeable scars behind, but Sam had told Claire he was having problems seeing.

Hopefully it would clear up with time, she hated the idea of that crazy bitch leaving anymore permanent scars on his body.

Rubbing his eyes with a heavy sigh he winced as he shifted slightly “m’doin fine I guess…” Claire kissed his knuckles, she knew he hated this but Danny had done everything he could with Deanna and Sam’s records.

Lucky for them the police report from when Deanna escaped was still easy to obtain.

Now all Sam had to do was prove once again that he was of sound mind.

He was tired, sore and irritable, but she knew he wouldn't let her or himself down.

All he needed to do was get through today and they'd be home free.

“Any negative or self destructive thoughts?”

Sam closed his eyes shaking his head, he had heard these questions a thousand times over. He just wanted to go home and heal, the constant poking and prodding was driving him nuts.

Taking in the feeling of Claire rubbing his skin, he took a deep breath. The nurse shared a sympathetic look with Claire as she flipped the page in her notebook “Sam just one more question I promise”.

He opened his eyes slowly “then can I go home?”

Claire squeezed his hand as the nurse gave him a soft smile “their gonna want to hold you for another day or so to make sure your gunshot is on the mend, your still in the window for infection...it's just a precaution Sam I promise...after your in the clear you can go home”.

He nodded as the vibration of Claires phone dragged his attention to her, his brow creasing as she released his hand. Squinting his eyes as she answered the phone the nurse cleared her throat politely “look Sam it's gonna be ok”. He bit his lip with a slight nod as he continued to watch Claire on the phone, he hoped it wasn't anything bad.

“So...what's your plans for the future?”

Blinking in confusion he shifted his sore body with a tight grunt “what?”

The nurse smiled with a shrug “once your home and your all healed up, what's next?”

He dropped his gaze, his hands picking at the soft white blankets as he glanced back at Claire before looking at the nurse “I-I don't know”.

“Oh I don't believe that...you must have something you want in this life?”

He smiled at Claires light laugh from the corner, it must be good news. He let out a happy sigh “I...I want her for the rest of my life” he rasped quietly. His hazel eyes darted to the nurse who was smiling at him fondly before dropping his gaze once more.

“I want her face to be the first and last thing I see every day...I want to…” he shrugged “I just want to make her happy”.

“You gonna propose?”

He gulped rubbing his earlobe before scratching his cheek “uh...I-I don't know...I don't wanna scare her off”. The nurse chuckled “honey if this whole thing hasn't scared her yet then she's not going anywhere...trust me”. He smiled watching as Claire made her way back to his side, her hand instantly running through his hair.

He sighed, closing his eyes in relief. She always knew when he needed her most, when he was feeling overwhelmed.

Kissing his forehead she smiled at the nurse “so is he all done?”

The older woman smiled “sure is, I'll give my final report to the doctor and you both should be squared away in the next couple days”. Sam looked confused “what about your last question?” she smiled as she headed for the door “I already asked it”.

Sam smiled softly before giving her a slight nod “thank you”. She nodded “your welcome Sam, now get some rest and heal up so you can get out of here”. He chuckled “will do” Claire waited for the nurse to leave before she leaned over him, cupping his face as she kissed him slowly.

Sam lifted his hand to caress her cheek lovingly as he shifted beneath her, grimacing he bit his lip as she pulled away with an apologetic look “sorry”. He shook his head “s’not your fault sweetheart” she ran her hand over his side gently.

“Are you still hurting?”

He winced “n-not really...i'm sore but..” he grimaced “fuckin stitches...itch”. She rubbed his bandage soothingly “I'm sorry” he laughed making her smile “what?”

He slid his hand over hers as she continued to rub his bandage “your still apologizing too much”. She giggled pressing her head against his chest “I can't help it” he chuckled running his hand through her hair.

Lifting her head to look at him she kissed his chest “I have to go…” his smile quickly faded prompting her to shake her head “no...i'm coming back I promise, I just need to grab some things ok?”

Sam frowned but nodded in understanding “you are coming back?”

Claire rolled her lips as her eyes misted over “of course I am”. He smiled leaning closer so he could kiss her deeply, her soft moan making him smile against her lips.

“I'll be here”

Running her fingers through his hair she smiled as he purred, pressing his face against her hand “hurry back...please”.

She smiled “I will honey” sliding her hand from his face she noticed the slight wince as he shifted. Shaking her head, she pointed at him with a stern voice “ask for something for the pain, ya stubborn ox”.

“Yes ma'am”

she smiled as his deep chuckle vibrated from behind her as she moved swiftly out the door.

She knew he didn’t want to be alone, but she also knew how to keep his spirits up.

Driving as fast as she could she let out a sigh of relief as she pulled into the parking lot of the small veterinarian hospital. A young woman with long blonde hair was standing outside with a pink leash. The large doberman sitting next to her legs, it's pointed ears twitching in the breeze as Claire got out of her truck.

She couldn't help the bright smile spreading across her face as the dog got to its feet, it's nub of a tail wagging frantically as she let out a happy bark.

“Hey gorgeous” Claire cooed crouching down to pet her slick hair, her leg was still heavily bandaged but she seemed happy.

“She's put on so much weight, she's beautiful”.

The young vet tech smiled handing Claire the leash “oh yeah, she's been a complete angel... she's really quite intelligent”. Claire smile scratching the dogs ear “that's great...you ready to go home babygirl?”

The dog barked twisting around as it limped slightly, Claire smiled “is she ready?” The tech nodded “oh yeah, just got some papers for you to sign then she's good to go”.

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Sam was sleeping lightly when Claire stepped back into his room, she had talked to the doctors and nurses ahead of time so she could bring the large dog up for Sam. Ushering her into the room, she closed the door quietly before sitting back in her chair next to his bed.

The doberman sat down cocking its head slightly before resting it on the edge of the bed, her tail twitching as she watched Sam sleep.

Rubbing her head with a soft smile Claire slid her free hand over Sam’s, gripping his fingers as she ran her thumb over his knuckles.

“He's a tough one babygirl but he needs us, ok?”

The dog blinked, whining softly as she licked his hand in understanding.

“We gotta keep him safe” Claire whispered scratching her pointed ears. Sam shifted slightly prompting the large canine to whimper, bouncing its front paws onto the bed as she wiggled her hind end with a playful snort.

Grunting softly, Sam's eyes fluttered open as Claire kissed his knuckles with a soft smile. He blinked in confusion before his lips pulled back in a wide smile, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he shifted up in the bed.

“Hey darlin” he rasped running his hand between the dogs ears “you heal up real good?”

The doberman seemed to vibrate with excitement as she licked his hand, Claire smiled at their interactions “thought she might cheer ya up”.

Sam pulled her hand to his lips “oh you cheer me up just fine sweetheart…” he smiled almost drunkenly “but I'm glad to see she's ok”.

Claire giggled “so did they give you anything for the pain while I was gone?” he bit his lip as his fingers threaded with hers. “Hmmm maybe a little” she gave him a knowing smile “oh so your nice and doped up huh?”

He chuckled “I do feel pretty good!”

She let out a light laugh “I bet you do” he chuckled patting the side of the bed to urge the big dog onto his lap. Claire winced in preparation, she didn't want the large canine jarring his wound too much.

Sam didn't seem to mind though as the sleek doberman bounced onto his bed, her uninjured legs making up for her current disability beautifully. Turning around once then twice, she flopped down on his legs lying her large head on his thigh.

Sam smiled before leaning back on his pillow, his tired eyes drifted to Claire before he chuckled once again. “You should crawl up here with me too baby, I wanna cuddle”. Claire couldn't help the bubbling laughter that escaped her lips as she covered her mouth “how much did they give you?”

Sam tried to wipe the smile from his face but failed terribly, his deep chuckle only spurring her laughter.

Shaking her head with a bright smile she moved in next to him on the bed as he continued to chuckle “I don't really know gorgeous...but I feel fucking great”.

She snuggled against him making sure to avoid accidentally kicking the large dog curled up on his legs. He was still smiling as he shifted his legs beneath the warm dog “got my girls all around me…” Claire giggled rubbing his side “yeah ya do...ya got a name for her?” she looked up at him as he furrowed his brow in concentration.

“I think...Sadie!...what'cha think?”

Claire smiled “Sadie, it's beautiful”

He hummed happily, pulling her close to his side as he kissed her hairline “god I love you so much” he purred. Claire smiled biting her lip as he continued to kiss her hair, she had never seen him so happy before.

Sure he was riding on a pain med cocktail but she was gonna bask in this rare moment of blissful happiness.

“You should Marry me?”

Claire's eyes widened as she sat up next to him, her mouth dropping open in shock “w-what?”

Sam blinked slowly with a tired smile “hmmm you don't want to?”

Claire smiled softly, cupping his scruffy cheek “I think your a little under the influence honey, you need to get some rest and we'll talk in the morning ok?”

He nodded closing his eyes with a tired laugh “Ok sweetheart”.

Claire let out a shaky breath, holy shit Sam just proposed.

He clearly wasn't in his right mind, right?

Or had he just not had the courage before?

Smiling softly, she rested her head against his chest “I love you Sam”.

He hummed running his hand through her hair lovingly “love you too sweetheart”.

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Memoria (pt. Twenty One)

Characters: Sam x Claire (oc)

Warnings: Violence, blood, death, angst, lots and lots of emotional shit lol and fluff

Notes: It's the home stretch everyone, the first fanfiction I ever wrote is on its way to a glorious finale 😊

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Claire groaned as her eyes fluttered open, the beeping of a heart monitor and the low murmur of people made her blink in confusion.

Sitting up slowly she winced as she rubbed her forehead, she had an iv in her hand and her body felt like it had been ran over.

Letting out a deep sigh she furrowed her brow in confusion, how the hell did she get here?

That's when her eyes widened, the memories of the last few hours crashing down around her in a sea of pain and fear.

“Sam?”

She gasped “Sam?” ripping the I.V from her hand with a wince she swung her legs over the bed. Instantly feeling light headed she stumbled into her I.V as she fought to stay on her feet.

“Oh my god, ma'am you need to lay back down” a nurse gasped, grasping her shoulders. Claire winced “where...where's Sam?” the nurse shook her head “Who?”

“Th-the man who was brought in with me”.

Claire noticed the nurse seemed to become timid “uh..I'll get Dr. Blake for you, he'll explain the situation”. Claire furrowed her brow “situation? what situation?”.

Just then another doctor passed down the hall seeing how frantic Claire was becoming, he quickly grabbed who she suspected was Dr. Blake. “Ms. Tamerrow please calm down, you've sustained a pretty good knock to the head”.

Claire winced as she sat back down on her bed “where is Sam?”

Dr. Blake cleared his throat almost nervously as he moved to stand in front her “please understand ma'am that we didn't have a choice, he came in here with more blood on him than a human body could hold”. Claire swallowed roughly “is...is he ok?” The doctor looked up at the nurse before dropping his gaze back to her “how unstable is he?”

Letting the tears building up finally fall down her cheeks she covered her mouth as she shook her head “he's..he's not...it was self defense...he wouldn't hurt anybody…”

“Ma'am he stabbed her twenty-seven times and went crazy when we tried to treat him, and refused to let him see you”.

Claire gasped jumping back to her feet “take me to him now....he...he doesn't know if I'm ok”. Dr. Blake ushered her back “you need to stay in bed, I'll tell him your condition myself I promise”.

“No you don't understand he'll blame himself…”

Dr. Blake seemed to take in the desperation of the situation because he quickly gestured to the door “alright ma'am calm down...come with me”. Claire nodded as she followed him to the door, as they made there way down the hall she noticed the cops positioned outside the door.

Before she had the chance to speak Blake grasped her arm gently making her stop “how much do you remember?”

Claire shook her head “not much...why?”

****( 24 hrs earlier )****

“Stay here...i'm gonna end this”

Claire grabbed ahold of Sam’s arm with a pleading look “no!!...Sam you're not going in there alone”. He frowned turning to cup her face “I won't let her hurt you” Claire closed her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Please…”

He kissed her gently, his hands sliding from her cheeks as he pulled away “I'll be right back, I promise”.

Nodding solemnly Claire watched as he quickly disappeared inside, her heart was hammering in her chest.

If something happened to Sam she would burn the world down.

Sam moved cautiously as he entered the living room, his eyes scanning the dark room as he moved to the kitchen. He knew Deanna was upstairs but he would make her come to him.

“DEANNA!!!” He roared facing the doorway “YOU GOT ME!!...NOW SHOW YOUR FUCKING FACE!!”

The tinkling sound of laughter made his skin crawl as the lanky blonde appeared from the shadows leaning against the doorway, her arm wrapped in white plaster. “Well hi there handsome” she purred, Sam swallowed thickly. His heart racing as visions of her nails in his flesh and lips on him made his stomach turn.

Deanna smiled licking her lip as she pushed from the doorway, her eyes traveling up his body as he watched her move closer to him. “So where's the woman?” Sam narrowed his eyes grabbing ahold of her elbow as she moved to the door, his eyes glaring down at her as he pulled her back in front of him “she has nothing to do with this!”

She closed her eyes with a smile as she ran her free hand up his chest “mmmh maybe you're right…” fluttering her eyes open she smirked “but then again, maybe your just trying to save her skin by playing martyr?”

Sam growled shoving her back “I'm here aren't I?”

Her eyes gleamed in excitement as she once again moved in close, the arm wrapped in her cast coming up to press against his stomach as she reached behind her to pull a gun from her pants pressing it to his jaw with a sickening smile.

“Prove it then...kiss me killer!”

Sam’s jaw ticked in anger, the very thought of kissing Deanna made him sick. His heart aching with the truth that if he wanted to save Claire he would need to betray her.

Leaning down against the gun as it dug into the underside of his jaw he pressed his lips against hers, her eyes closing in bliss as he grimaced against her lips.

“Sam?”

His eyes widened in shock as Claires shaky voice broke the silence, her eyes wide and filled to the brim with fear and pain as she took in the scene. Deanna smiled, pulling away so she could look over her shoulder “three's a crowd sweetheart”. Dragging her gun across his chest she pointed it at Claire. Taking the opportunity given Sam grabbed her arm pulling it to the ceiling just as it went off, the bullet ripping through the plaster with a loud bang.

Claire ducked grabbing the nearby toaster before smashing it against Deanna's face with a vicious yell, Sam growled as her head swung back to knock against his nose.

Punching Claire across the jaw, Deanna snarled once again pointing her weapon at the black haired woman as Sam tackled her to the ground.

Kicking her legs out as she fought to press her pistol to his chest she grunted as he wrenched it free, the silver firearm sliding across the floor under the table.

Kicking him in the groin, Deanna smashed her head against his sending him rolling off her as she quickly crawled for the gun.

Claire got to her knees as blood dripped from her lip, her vision blurry as she slapped her hands against the counter before knocking over the knife block grabbing the nearest one in a tight fist.

Scrambling across the floor she screamed out in rage as she drove the knife into the blondes calf, crying out in surprise Deanna hissed kicking Claire in the face with her boot causing her to smash her head against the cabinet knocking her unconscious.

Grabbing the gun she whirled around just as Sam roared pinning her to the floor as he wrapped his hands around her throat, she coughed as her face turned red her hands coming up to claw down his face leaving long bloody gashes as he slammed her head against the floor.

Snatching ahold of the gun she pressed it to his stomach pulling the trigger, grunting in pain he released her neck yanking the knife from her leg before driving it into her chest.

Deanna's eyes widened, blood pouring from her lips as she dropped the gun. Reaching her shaking hands up to the knife as Sam groaned breathlessly, his eyes blurring from the blood loss he growled wrenching the blade free before driving it back into her repeatedly.

Grunting loudly he roared out in pain and anger as his hands became drenched in blood, sitting back long after she stopped moving Sam let the knife clatter to floor. His eyes wide as he looked at his bloody hands, he was shaking all over as scooted away from Deanna's dead body.

Running his blood soaked hands through his hair, he gasped for air. His lungs failing to work as he tried to calm down, blood was pooling out around him as he slammed his head back against the wall.

Coughing as he looked over at Claire he grit his teeth as he crawled across the blood streaked floor, his hands grabbing her cell as he dialed 911.

Pulling her onto his lap he shivered as he tried to blink the blood from his eyes, lifting the phone to his ear he coughed once more as the line was answered.

“911 what your emergency?”

He closed his eyes rolling his lips as he let the tears roll down his rough cheeks, the clear liquid running tracks through the blood as he let out a shuddering breath.

“She was right...I'm a killer”

***( present)***

Claire creaked open the door slowly, Sam was handcuffed to the bed. His eyes wrapped in gauze as was his side, an iv running up from his wrist as the nearby monitor beeped silently in the corner. She couldn't stop the tears as they rained down from her eyes as she pulled a chair up next to him, her fingers grasping his tightly.

“S-sam...honey can you hear me?” her voice cracked as she rolled her lips in attempt to keep it together, Sams head moved slightly making her gasp as he squeezed her hand.

“C-Claire??” His voice was rough and full of emotion as he tried to sit up, his head moving around in confusion.

“Sam dont move you've been shot, I'm here just... calm down ok?” Claire soothed him, her hand running through his hair as he continued to move his head from side to side.

“I-I can't see!”

She gave him a sad smile “they've got your eyes wrapped up pretty good, are...are you in pain?” she hoped he could hear the tears in her voice.

He let out a deep breath as he moved his head in the direction of her voice “I...I...are you ok?”

She let more tears fall as he avoided the question to ask about her well being, pressing her head against his she sniffled kissing his lips slowly as she cupped his face “I'm fine”.

He gave her a weak smile as she ran her thumbs against the bottom of his bandage “I-I’m so sorry Sam” she sobbed hugging him the best she could without hurting him.

Sam grimaced wrapping his free arm around her back as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck “I-I love you”.

She cried harder gripping his hair as he fisted the back of her gown “I love you too...so much Sam”.

They remained like that for several minutes until a nurse cleared her throat polity, Claire reluctantly pulled away from Sam. Her hand sliding down to weave with his as the nurse looked over his vitals, her eyes darting to the cuffs then to your clasped hands.

Claire was happy she chose not to say anything, swallowing slowly as she left Claire ran her thumb over his knuckles.

Sam shifted slightly before making an uncomfortable noise “c-can you come up here...please?”

Claire smiled before moving to the other side sliding in next to him making sure not to jar his body any, wrapping her arm around him he wrapped his free arm around her shoulder as he kissed her hair.

He let out a deep sigh as he rubbed her shoulder “much better”.

She giggled running her hand over his chest gently as he slowly fell into a restful sleep.

Moving away from him slowly, Claire sat up in the bed picking up the bedside phone. Punching in the numbers she let out a shaky breath as she lifted the receiver to her ear as it began ringing.

“Hello?”

Claire cleared her throat softly “Hi Danny, it's Claire”.

She looked at Sam as he snored lightly, his face tensing in pain as he shifted carefully.

“I need your help”

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What Fresh Hell (pt.6)

Characters: Clyde Brenek x Katrina (oc)

Warnings: blood, gore, violence, angst, religious interpretations

Notes: my god it's been awhile since I updated this bad boy, sorry about for those of you who actually read this. The descriptions of the crab demons in this chapter are very vague because I kinda wanted you guys to have fun letting your imagination conjure up just the scariest bug/crab demons you could think of lol

And just think of this chapter as the scariest fucking rollarcoaster ride in your damn life 😂😂😂

Thank you @noodlecupcakes for helping me get this fic back on track 😘

P.S. if ya want tagged please let me know ;)

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Sitting in what looked like an abandoned subway station, Katrina and Clyde slumped down in one of the wooden benches. Clyde still had the towel pressed to his neck, his red eyes slowly dimming as he wiped the drying blood on his hands against his pants.

Katrina scooted closer to him, slowly lifting her fingers to the blood soaked towel “Let me have a look”. Clyde grimaced but let her move the soaked fabric from his skin “we need to get back on his trail… there's no sense in sitting around waiting for him to show up again”.

Katrina nodded “I might know someone who can help”.

Clyde looked at her with tired eyes, he was exhausted. “And who might that be?” he sighed touching his mostly healed wound as Katrina got to her feet. Wrapping his blood soaked towel around her fist, she dropped down onto the tracks making him stand up.

“what the hell are you doing?”

Katrina took a deep breath “getting us a ride”. Holding up her towel wrapped fist, she let out a shaky breath as blood ran down her arm “come on Charlie!”

Clyde furrowed his brow as a gust of foul smelling wind wafted up through the tunnel, the sound of disembodied screams wailing from the darkness as Katrina was suddenly bathed in bright red light. The loud roaring scream of a monstrous train bellowing from the abyss, scrambling up from the tracks as Clyde grabbed her hand they both turned to watch the jet black steel horse come to a stop.

Clyde coughed as he placed his bloody hand over his mouth, the smell was unbelievable.

Squealing to a halt, a large wave of red mist flowed up from under the machine. The train was an old Steam Engine, the rusty black steel looking odd filling up the underground rails. The large cow catcher jutting out from its front resembled that of an Angler Fishes teeth.

Clyde moved next to Katrina eyeing the mechanical monster with a look of uncertainty “is that thing breathing?” The corner of Katrina's lips quirked up as she took a step forward, her hand moving up to slide against the warm metal. The train seemed to shift beneath her, it's metal plating expanding as a low growl rumbled up from its jaws.

“Charlie is a friend, he'll help us get close to Zule”.

Clyde grimaced but followed her inside as the giant machine moved forward with a low groan of steel. Entering the train car Clyde grimaced, the whole inside was covered in slime. The seats and decor were formed from bones and innards, the sound of their steps squelching beneath them made his stomach turn.

Katrina on the other hand smiled brightly, running up into the small room the conductor would normally be sitting. Moving around the large furnace she ran her hand over a large pulsating mass of tissue.

Clyde watched in curiosity as she delved her fingers into its folds almost gently as a low hum vibrated around them, the mass of flesh glowing slightly as Katrina closed her eyes.

Clyde’s brow creased as he watched her, her expressions changing before she finally pulled her fingers from the grotesque ball “we're ready to go”. Clyde gave her a confused look “so, what...you talked to it?”

She shrugged “something like that, more like showed him my memories...he understood what I wanted”. He shook his head with a sigh “Ok so now what?”

She smiled patting his shoulder “now we wait”.

He growled softly as she moved past him, taking a seat on one of the few dry seats. Clyde pressed his hand against the nearby wall as Charlie jolted forward, his loud roar signalling his departure. The rattling of his steel wheels against the rusted tracks screaming around them as Clyde moved to lean against the wall next to Katrina.

“Your wrong you know?”

He looked down at the woman sitting next to him, her long brunette hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. “About?” he rasped, his hands running down his face before he folded them across his chest with a deep sigh. leaning his head back against the fleshy wall he rocked slightly with the demonic transport as Katrina let out a deep sigh “you said you didn't fight Abyzou, your wrong”.

Clyde frowned “I didn't know what the hell I was doin”. She looked up at him “but you fought for your daughter, if it hadn't been for you she would of been lost...your amazing Clyde”. His hazel eyes drifted open as he looked down at her as she continued “you sacrifice yourself for others without a second thought to your own safety, your completely selfless”. She shook her head in disbelief with a soft smile “that, is one of the rarest qualities you can find in a human...you scare them”.

Clyde’s face remained stoic as he looked back at the opposite wall “call it what you want, I call it having nothing to fuckin loose and just not giving a damn anymore”.

Katrina watched him with sad eyes “your not as horrible as you'd like to think Clyde…” she trailed off as he closed his eyes once more “try to get some rest, we may not get another opportunity”. She nodded leaning back in her seat, Clyde seemed so drained.

She hoped he would find a spark to light the fire in his soul again, the same iron will he found to save his daughter.

They needed that Clyde.

They needed hope.

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The loud clanging of metal against metal jolted Clyde awake as Katrina toppled to the slick floor. “What the hell was that?” he growled moving to one of the small windows as sparks rained down from the roof.

Crawling across the floor she stumbled to her feet as the loud roar of Charlie exploded around them “we're under attack!!!”

Clyde hung his head out the window narrowing his eyes as several sharp insect-leg legs scuttled across the roof, scratching against the metal. Ducking back inside as they zoomed alongside another jet black train, Clyde moved to the large motor unit climbing up the rusty ladder.

The suffocatingly hot air almost brought him to his knees as they emerged from the damp tunnel, jets of red steam shooting up from the jagged smokestacks lining the locomotives back. Charlie jolted slightly as he made a sharp turn, his wheels pushing against the tracks as he accelerated.

Crawling on top of the demonic train Clyde slowly got to his feet, his black coat whipping around him as his eyes widened at their surroundings.

A loud roaring scream echoing around the expanse of orange sky as streaks of red lightning spiderwebbed across the overcast dimension.

The sound of legs scuttling across the metal roof caught his attention as several large crab-like demons crawled up from second car. Their green-black carcapases shimmering in the sepia lighting. Drool covered mandibles twitched as they screeched in excitement, snapping their double set of barb covered claws as they cambered over one another in order to get closer to Clyde.

Baring his fangs as they dropped from his gums, Clyde held his arms from his side as his ink black claws ejected out from his bleeding fingers.

Catching the first crab demon by its claws he quickly planted his feet forcing it's large body tumbling over the edge, stumbling back away just as two more slammed into his body.

The loud crack of one's pinchers clamping down around his arm made him growl, snarling in pain he pulled the twisting creature with him as he kicked another smaller one from the train.

Swinging around as he dropped to his knees he crashed the demon attached to his arm into a nearby smokestack, it's tough shell cracking like an egg under the sanguine steel horse as it fell to the tracks.

Charlie roared once more, his body jumping slightly as the tracks winded up into another rickety tunnel. Clyde felt the shift as he continued to fight off the swarm of demon insects, punching his clawed fist through the shell of one he quickly tackled another as its wiggling mandibles reached for his blood streaked face.

Gritting his teeth as he forced the creatures sharp legs from the train Clyde’s eyes widened as he noticed the track drop away up ahead, digging his claws into the damp steel he growled as Charlie suddenly dropped off the mountain into another dark tunnel.

The long train spinning around along the rattling rails like a twisted rollercoaster as he closed his eyes, the world was spinning as they dove from the tunnel the old train twisting around another loop causing Clyde's claws to loosen their hold.

“Fuck!!” He growled as he rolled over as the track dropped once more, several crab demons falling away as Charlie twisted around onto the ceiling spinning around the tunnel as several metal panels shot out to grind against the walls, slowing his rapid decent.

Sparks rained down around the twisting locomotive as it dropped onto another set of tracks like a demonic worm.

Clyde could feel his stomach lurching as red steam bellowed up around him, the beast of a train coming to a rattling stop in front of what looked like the set of an old western. The large tunnel they had just dropped from hanging from the orange clouds like a hamster tunnel.

Clyde grimaced with a pained grunt as he looked at the old train station, the large wooden sign reading “Welcome To Limbus”.

Getting to his feet he slowly slid off the side of the train, his boots hitting the dirt in a puff of dust.

Katrina dropped off the steps looking around in confusion “why would he come here?”

Clyde’s breathing was heavy as the thunderous sound of horses could be heard coming up through the ticket tunnel. Dust and other debris twirling up around them as a large group of heavily decomposed men rode up on rusted mechanical horses, the gears creaking loudly as they pulled them to a halt.

“What's your business here?”

The spirit with a voice eyed Clyde then Katrina, his jaw attached to his skull with copper wire and a mass of rusty metal plates.

Katrina forced a what Clyde could only assume was a friendly smile “we're uh..just passing through you haven't by chance seen a demon come through have you?”

He growled flexing his jaw as a large chunk of flesh fell from his bare chest plopping to the wooden platform as his mechanical horse shifted its weight.

“No demon here!”

Clyde growled letting his eyes flash red causing the metal animals to whine in distress as their undead riders began growling and murmuring amongst themselves.

“No demon huh?” He rasped stepping forward as the leader of the posse wrinkled his rotting lips “no!”

Shifting on his steed he made a low gurgling noise before pointing toward a large castle in the distance, the monolithic structure standing out against the dead expanse of desert. It's black stone blocking out the sun as red lightning struck it's pointed towers making it look like something from Mary Shelly.

“Follow the shadows” he growled, dropping his hand back to his waist as he spurred his horse forward. The other riders turning back down the platform, their metal hooves banging against the dusted wood.

“The darkness follows, follow the shadows and you'll find the demon”.

Clyde glanced at the dark castle before looking back to the undead rider with a nod, tipping its hat the ghoul gurgled something incoherent before quickly following his group of riders.

Katrina moved in next to him as she blinked, the wind bellowing around them as they stared at the monstrous building.

“Any idea on what the hell were walking into in there?”

She looked up at him with a sad smile “it's the Citadel Of Limbo...be sure not to loose sight” she looked around her nervously “this place was made to make you feel welcome. Once we're inside your mind is going to play tricks on you, make you want to stay….like it's your own personal heaven”.

Clyde scoffed “never was too interested in heaven to be honest”.

She frowned watching as he narrowed his eyes at the castle.

“We all have something we'd rather lose ourselves in Clyde”.

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[warriorqueen1991]

Kiss It Better

Characters: Patrick Sullivan X Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff

Notes: got more Patrick fluff for my girl @roguesandsaviors get well soon hun 💋

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“Hey baby it’s me, had a little fumble at work and bumped my head pretty good…just calling to see if you could come keep me company at the hospital…please don’t worry…i’m ok”.

You shook your head as you shoved your phone back in your pocket, he was so clumsy sometimes.

“graceful as a baby horse” you mumbled with a light laugh as you gathered up a few things before disappearing out the door.

The Hospital was fairly busy when you arrived so you waited patiently until you could make your way to the reception desk.

The woman behind it smiled up at you pleasantly “hello” you returned the greeting with a breathy laugh “um could you by chance tell me which room Patrick Sullivan is in please?”

She smiled “are you family?” you nodded “fiance”

“oh congratulations” she grinned her eyes scanning over the computer in front of her, her smile fading before her brow creased.

She looked completely confused “oh uhh…he uh just got moved out of ICU a little while ago he’s in room 612”.

You furrowed your brow “ICU?…he said he bumped his head”. She gaped in confusion looking back at the screen as she shifted uncomfortably “I’m…i’m so sorry ma'am it says he was in surgery for over two hours”.

“WHAT??”

You knew you shouldn’t of yelled at her but you were mortified, he had lied to you…why the hell hadn’t he told you how bad it was?

Dropping your head to the counter you let out a deep breath “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault…sorry, thank you”.

Moving down the hall you quickly shifted to a jog as you slid into the closing elevator.

Shaking your head you pinched the bridge of your nose, what the hell was he thinking?

As soon as the door dinged you sprinted from the metal box, slowing down only when you rounded the corner. Thank god the halls up here seemed to be vacant at the moment.

Coming up on his room you stopped, closing your eyes you took a deep breath.

Knocking gently on the wood you pushed the slightly open door the rest of the way, your eyes darting to the bed as your heart clenched.

Tears instantly stung your eyes as he smiled at you, his whole right side was bandaged up.

His arm in a heavy cast laying across his chest hung in a blue sling, a oxygen tube hooked around his face.

Noticing your devastated expression he shifted with a tight wince “hey, baby I’m ok…really”. You grimaced in disbelief “you’re not ok…look at you” your voice came out on a choked sob as you made your way to his bed.

His voice was rough and kept cutting out, the slight smell of smoke made you gulp.

“You lied to me”

His eyes fell to his lap like a scolded child, you hated seeing him like this but he had to know how upset you would be.

“You worry all the time baby, I just…” he coughed with a slight wince “I just didn’t want you worrying about me”. Wiping the tears from your face you folded your arms, frowning down at him.

He sighed “I didn’t lie to you…I asked you to come here, I just didn’t want you breaking a million traffic laws on the way” he laughed nervously, his eyes shifting up to you.

He knew you were mad and upset, he was testing the waters trying to soften you up with his charm.

Growling you huffed out a disbelieving sigh “you said you bumped your head…not broke yourself in half, how is that not a lie Patrick?”

He smiled brightly “I did bump my head, look…” he pointed at a rather large goose egg on his forehead, raising his eyebrows “see…” he poked it with a grimace “bump”.

You couldn’t keep the small smile from pulling at your lips no matter how hard you tried.

He was just too adorable.

Too bad he knew that and used it to his advantage on a daily basis.

“There we go” he chuckled as you quickly forced your lips back to a straight line “you’re not off the hook mister, I’m still mad at you”.

He poked his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout “come on babe I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to stress you out…please don’t be mad at me.” You sighed scrubbing your face “I’m not mad…not really, I’m upset”.

His face fell once more with a deep frown “I’m sorry…I…I messed up…I didn’t think…” he winced as he went to sit up more, his breathing increased as he became increasingly worried.

Sniffling you quickly pulled a chair up to his bed “honey it’s ok…just don’t do it again, ok?…you’re my husband it’s my job to worry about you”.

He closed his eyes nodding his head solemnly, rolling your lips you closed your eyes. Taking another deep breath you smiled softly, rubbing his shoulder“so can I…uh hug you or…” Lifting his eyes to meet yours he smiled with a slight jerk of his head “get in here baby only one side of me’s broken”.

Laughing softly you bit your lip as he shifted over slowly with a quiet groan, glancing up at you he chuckled “I’m ok, just sore”.

Sliding in next to him you carefully wrapped your arm around him “stop lying to me”. He kissed your forehead “fine…i’ll be ok, how’s that?” he chuckled.

Caressing his chest you hummed “better…so you gonna tell what happened or do I gotta beat it outta ya?”

He laughed rubbing your back soothingly “don’t think I could take another beating baby”.

You giggled as he pressed his face against your neck “we got a call…house fire….little girl was trapped inside so I went in after her”. He grimaced as he adjusted his hips slightly, grunting as he pulled you closer “…support beam fell on me just as we got to the door”.

Looking up at him you gasped “oh my god…is…did the girl..?” he smiled “no she’s alright” he chuckled gesturing to his right side “apparently I make an excellent human shield”.

Shaking your head you gave him a small smile “you’re an amazing person Patrick…and I wish you wouldn’t put yourself in harm’s way…but… I’m also not going to tell you to stop doing what you love”. He smiled “thank you” you sighed “just please be careful…and tell me when you’re going to the hospital cuz a house fell on you”.

He chuckled “gotcha”.

Pursing your lips you ran your hand over his bandages “so, what did that damn beam do to my teddy bear?”

He sighed “well…doc said I had a minor concussion, broken arm…uh three broken ribs…something happened to my knee but he said it was just some major swelling, and I got a bruised pelvis I think”.

You swallowed roughly “jesus hun”.

He smiled “hey, they got me on the good stuff baby…” he bit his lip “hardly feel a thing”.

Leaning up you pressed your lips to his “I’m just happy you’re ok”. He smiled “keep them kisses comin baby, I’ll be doing cartwheels and back flips before ya know it”.

You giggled nipping at his bottom lip “is that so?”

Groaning softly, he leaned down to slide his tongue between your parted lips, his soft skin moving against yours as you caressed his face. Sliding your hand down his neck you leaned into him with a muffled moaned, his kiss never failing to set your soul ablaze.

Wincing against your lips he moved to lean over you, your hand pressing against his stomach with a light laugh “alright, down boy”.

He growled softly, biting your lip before moving to kiss your neck. You whimpered “were in a hospital Patrick…” he purred “mmh hmm” you gasped fisting his hair “and your on oxygen”.

He laughed nuzzling against your skin before leaning back on his pillow, snuggling in next to him you let out a deep sigh as you continued to rub his stomach gently.

Patrick grunted shifting next to you as his hand moved to lift the covers up “well I’ll be damned…there’s life in him yet”.

You laughed as you smacked his stomach playfully “never knew anything to keep you down”.

He chuckled “take that, bruised pelvis” he smiled triumphantly “doc said I may have some issues but look at my boy hanging in there like a champ”.

Laughing you shoved the covers back over his noticeable erection “god you’re such a dork”. He laughed kissing your temple as he snuggled against you, kissing his hand you smiled “how are you feeling…really?”

He purred deeply, his eyes sliding shut as you rubbed over his bandages.

“Feeling better all the time baby”

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