rewrittenreality

[rewrittenreality]

Horses and Husbands

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, baby making...seriously

Summary: Alone time with Rip is few and far between these days...When your daughter stays with her Uncle Kayce for the night, you finally get alone time with your husband.

A/n: This was requested by @elenavampire21 ! Thank you for your request, I had a blast making it a reality for you! And I also want to thank @momentaryescape for helping me with this!

The familiar sound of Rip groaning woke you from your sleep as your 4 year old daughter, Hallie, climbed on top of him. He picked her up and placed her between the two of you with a tired chuckle. It was early in the morning, but this was the normal routine between your little family. Hallie would wake up before either of you and always came into your shared room to wake you both up. 

“The munchkin is up.” Rip chuckled in his gruff morning voice. 

“Then we are to.” You said with a tired laugh as you sat up in bed.

Hallie was looking at you with those big hazel eyes that looked exactly like Rip’s. You smiled softly and picked her up to get out of bed, placing her on your hip as you stood up. Rip got up soon after and started getting ready for his work day, meeting you in the kitchen as you started making your daughter breakfast. 

“Where is daddy going?” Hallie asked as she ran up to you. 

“Daddy is going to work, munchkin. I gotta go help with the new horses” Rip told Hallie as he crouched down to get level with her, gently poking her nose with his finger.

“Can I go with you, Daddy?” She looked up at Rip, big eyes pleading with him.

“We can go see Daddy and the horses after you eat your breakfast, Sweetheart.” You responded after Rip looked at you for an answer.

Rip kissed Hallie’s forehead before sending her to the table. He fully stood up and made his way over to you, running his hands down your arms. He leaned down and left a kiss to your lips before he grabbed his cowboy hat and walked out the door to go to work.

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You arrived with Hallie at the stables a little while later. Rip was standing outside of the round pen watching Ryan work with a horse. Hallie let go of your hand and ran to her dad, climbing up on the round pen to get a better look at the horse. You smiled softly when Rip put his hand on her back to keep her steady while he pointed at Ryan and the horse.

As you watched Hallie giggling to Rip you felt someone come up next to you. You looked over and saw Lloyd standing next to you. He watched Rip and Hallie, a small smile peaking through his signature mustache. Lloyd was like a grandpa to Hallie, a father figure to you and Rip. 

“He sure is a good dad.” Lloyd told you, glancing over at you for a second.

“He really is.” You replied, smiling at Lloyd.

“So, when are you two giving me another grandkid?” He asked, fully turning to face you. 

You let out a soft laugh at his question.

 “Hopefully soon. It’s been so busy around here so we haven’t gotten much alone time. But we’ve been trying when we can.” You said to him, looking over at Rip who was talking happily with your daughter. 

Lloyd gave you a smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder before Hallie came running over to you. 

“Mama! Can we ride the horsies?” Hallie asked, pulling on your pant leg. 

“Of course we can, Sweetie! Come on, let’s go get a horse.” You smiled down at your daughter, taking her small hand in yours to lead her to the stables.

Once you got to the stables, you saddled up your horse Blaze. He was good with kids and would be a great fit for Hallie. You led Blaze out of the stables with Hallie on your hip, leading Blaze to the other round pen. 

You lifted Hallie up and gently placed her on Blaze, making sure to keep your hand on her back to steady her. Hallie giggled when you made a clicking sound with your tongue to get Blaze to start walking. 

Rip watched carefully while Blaze walked around the round pen with Hallie on his back. He knew Hallie wouldn’t get hurt, but he was still protective of both of his girls. His eyes stayed glued to you, smiling to himself while he watched you smile and talk to your daughter.

Kayce, your brother, came up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tate was in the other round pen with Ryan, helping with the horse. Kayce noticed Rip’s gaze on you.

“You know, Hallie can always stay the night with Monica and I. Tate would love it. Plus it would give you a little alone time with Y/n.” Kayce suggested, nudging Rip’s shoulder with his own.

“And how do you know we’ve been trying to get alone time?” Rip questioned, looking over at Kayce.

“You seem to forget that your wife is my sister. She tells Beth and I nearly everything.” Kayce said with a raised eyebrow.

Rip shook his head and laughed. Kayce did have a point. You shared a lot with your siblings. 

“I’ll talk to Y/n and make sure she’s okay with Hallie staying the night with you guys. Thanks, Kayce.” Rip said, still chuckling softly.

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When you finished walking around the round pen with Hallie and Blaze, you led Blaze to the stables again to get him back in his area. You smiled when you saw Rip waiting for you guys. Hallie ran to him, her little laugh ringing through the stables as Rip lifted her up. 

“Hey, munchkin!” Rip smiled as he held Hallie in his arms. 

You walked up to your husband, letting out a soft laugh when he kissed you. Hallie was giggling like crazy, her cheek pressed against Rip’s shoulder. 

“Why don’t we let Kayce and Monica take Hallie tonight? Tate wants to hang out with his favorite cousin.” Rip suggested to you, giving a look that told you his true intentions. 

“Do you want to stay with Uncle Kayce and Aunt Monica tonight, Sweetheart? You always have so much fun with Tate.” You asked your daughter, letting out a chuckle when she nodded happily.

You took Hallie back up to the cabin to gather a few of her things before Kayce came up to get her. Rip met you there, keeping Hallie entertained while you gathered her things. 

When Kayce came with Tate to pick her up, you and Rip each gave her a kiss on the forehead. 

“Thank you, Kayce. You didn’t have to watch her tonight.” You said to your brother, giving him a hug.

“It’s not a problem at all, Y/n. You and Rip need some time together. And Tate wanted to see his cousin.” Kayce replied, smiling at you.

Rip handed Kayce Hallie’s little backpack of her things, smiling down at the excited 4 year old next to him. Kayce took Hallie’s hand in one of his hands and Tate’s hand in the other. 

“Come on, kiddos!” Kayce said to the two happy children, leading them out of the cabin and to the truck. 

You stood in the doorway of the cabin, smiling as you watched the three of them drive off. You were thankful for your brother. He was ensuring that you got your much needed alone time with your husband.

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Rip came up behind you as you closed the cabin door, gently sliding his hands down your sides. You turned in his arms with a smile, reaching up to rest your arms over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed you as he squeezed your hips. 

“Let’s go make us a baby, Mister.” You said, giggling a little when he kissed the corners of your mouth.

“You know I can’t say no to that, Baby.” Rip responded in that gruff voice you loved so much, leaning down to kiss you again.

You melted like putty in his arms, letting him deepen the kiss until his tongue was exploring your mouth. Rip’s hands slid from your hips to your thighs so he could hoist you up. He smirked against your lips when you locked your legs together around his waist. 

You didn’t even realize he had started carrying you towards the bedroom. All you were focused on was the feeling of his lips against yours. He squeezed the underside of your thighs as he carried you, reveling in the way you moaned softly into his mouth. He loved the way you reacted to even the simplest of touches. 

Rip laid you down on the bed and hovered above you. You looked up at him as he took his jacket off before he leaned down and began kissing your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, making him smirk against your skin.

He adored the small gasp you let out as he slid his hands under your shirt. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still reacted to his touch in ways you never knew were possible. He loved that he could make you and your body react to him in all the right ways.

Rip kept his eyes locked with you as he slowly pulled your shirt off of your body. He leaned down again and pressed wet kisses to your collarbone. He kissed down your body, removing your clothes as he went along.

Soon, you were almost completely bare under him. The only thing keeping you from being fully naked was your lace panties. An obvious wet spot covered the thin piece of fabric, which made Rip lick his lips.

“Look at you, Darlin’. So pretty for me.” He said in his gruff voice, his fingers running feather light over your thighs.

His touch made you shiver, a small whimper leaving your lips. You couldn’t help it, your body was so reactive to him. He always made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Rip’s fingers inched closer to your panties until his thumb was right over your clothed clit. He applied just a little pressure, reveling in the moan he pulled from your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled your panties off your legs. You were now completely bare under him.

His eyes immediately went to your soaked folds, licking his lips at the site. He ducked down and made himself comfortable between your thighs. He looked up at you right as his lips connected with your clit. 

You threw your head back with a loud moan as he began sucking, his skilled tongue making circles around your throbbing clit. Your hands went to his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue lapped through your folds. 

Your fingers tugging at Rip’s hair caused him to moan against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core. A loud gasp left your lips when he pushed a finger into you. His mouth continued to circle around your clit while he added a second finger and thrusted them in and out slowly. 

That familiar heat started pooling in your lower stomach, your moans getting louder. Rip knew you were close so he didn’t stop. He picked up the pace of his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion that had you seeing stars.

“Come on, Baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.” Rip said to you, immediately going back to your clit afterwards.

You came on command, loudly moaning his name. Rip smiled when he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. He kept thrusting his fingers into you, getting you through your high. He pulled his fingers out of you when you came down, licking your juices off of his hand. He loved the taste of you, it was like a drug he could never get enough of.

“So pretty for me, Baby. My pretty girl.” He praised you, loving the soft moan that came out of your mouth at his words.

“Please, Rip…” You whined, watching him take off the rest of his clothes. Your eyes were locked on his member as he stroked himself a little. 

“Shh shh. You’re okay, Darlin’. I’m gonna give you what you need.” Rip cooed, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

Rip moved up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looked down at you. You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss you. 

Rip lined himself up with your dripping entrance while he kissed you. He slowly pushed into you, his size stretching you open. You moaned into his mouth, loving the slight burn his size gave you. 

He stayed still for a moment, letting you get used to him. No matter how many times the two of you had been intimate, you still had to get used to his size. He left gentle kisses on your neck while he waited patiently for you to adjust. 

When you were ready, he slowly pulled out almost all the way. Before you could whine in protest, he thrusted back into you with more force. You moaned in surprise, your eyes fluttering closed as he fucked into you with a slower pace.

“There you go, Sweetheart. This what you wanted?” Rip asked softly in your ear, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“Yes, Rip…Oh fuck!” You whined, crying out in pleasure when his tip hit your g-spot.

Your cry of pleasure only fueled him further. He picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot with every damn thrust. Your brain went fuzzy as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. 

Rip decided to change the position and lifted you so your chest was pressed against his. You both moaned in unison, his cock nestled so deep inside of you. He began lifting you up, guiding you to ride him. You started bouncing on him, letting him guide your pace as he squeezed your hips.

“Look at you, Baby. Such a good girl for me. Want me to give you a baby? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be so full of me that it’ll give us another baby?” Rip spoke against your ear, massaging your hips as he thrusted up into you.

You moaned loudly, clenching down around his cock involuntarily. Rip hissed from the feeling, loving the way you tightened around him. He was so close to release, and he knew you were as well.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Darlin’.” He groaned, his hands squeezing your hips tightly.

“I’m so close, Rip!” You cried out, rolling your hips when you couldn’t ride him anymore.

Rip took over again, thrusting up into you at a pace that, once again, had you seeing stars. He moaned when he looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of your perfect heat. He reached between your legs and began rubbing circles on your clit.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Let me feel you.” He whispered in your ear, applying more pressure to your clit as his thumb continued rubbing circles.

The pressure he applied was more than enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, throwing your head back while your thighs began to tremble. Strings of moans left your lips, your body going limp in his arms as your walls fluttered around him.

Rip thrusted up into you a few more times, fucking you through your intense release. With one more thrust, he held you down on top of him and spilled his release inside of you with a groan of pleasure. He held you there for a moment, letting you calm down.

“That’s a good girl. You did so good for me, Darlin’.” He cooed in your ear, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into his neck, your breathing heavy. A soft whine left your lips as he gently lifted you off of him. He laid you down next to him, a shit eating grin on his face when he saw his release begin to drip out of you.

Rip used his fingers to gently push it back inside of you, softly shushing you when you whined and squirmed from the overstimulation. He got up to get a washcloth and brought the damp cloth back to clean you up.

When he was done cleaning the both of you up, he laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You let out a content sigh and smiled when you felt his hand splayed across your stomach.

“It’ll stick this time. I just know it.” You said with a tired smile, turning over in his arms to look at him.

“Well I hope it does, Sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you carrying our baby again.” Rip told you, his hand gently rubbing circles on your stomach.

“I love you, Honey.” You whispered with a small giggle.

“I love you too, Baby.” Rip whispered back, pulling you even closer. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms. He just had his hand on your stomach, rubbing soothing circles on your skin until he fell asleep with you. 

This time would stick. You would get another baby. You both just knew it. 

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My heart is happy

Dad Bob Floyd

a/n- HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I know its almost over, but college and work are a pain in the ass...hopefully I am able to post more this year, but I don't want to make any promises. Anyway me and my amazing friend @rewrittenreality here texting like a month ago about if the tgm dagger squad boys became dads, this is the result of that. I hope y'all enjoy.

Bob was over the moon when he found out you found out you were pregnant. He would surprise you with flowers and a gift for your baby. When he found out that you would be having a girl we went into full girl-dad mode. He found matching outfits for the three of you to all match with once the baby was born. 

The day your baby was born Bob couldn't stop smiling. The first time he held her, he looked like his life was complete. You walked in more times than you can count to him just staring at your daughter with all the love he had.

As she got older he learned how to do her hair in various styles, and would dress her so they could twin. When her favorite movie was the little mermaid he started calling her “Flounder” and it stuck. The dagger squad started calling her that too, leading to her being the first baby dagger squad member to get a callsign. 

On her first day of school Bob woke up extra early to make her her favorite breakfast, and get her a small bouquet. And when it was time to drop her off you could swear that Bob cried more than her. 

He would talk to your belly just like he did in your first pregnancy, which you swear is why she is a  daddy's girls. But you didn’t mind, you loved your husband any your daughter more than anything else.

When you found out you were pregnant, and that it was another girl, you couldn't wait for Bob to find out. He was on deployment when you learned of the second Floyd baby. When he got home he looked confused at your daughter's shirt. It read “big sister”. When it clicked he looked back and forth between her shirt and you before pulling you into a tight hug. When you told him it was another little girl he told you he was excited to be a girl dad again. So the matching outfits were updated to include another baby. And just like before, when your younger daughter’s favorite movie was Zootopia, he started calling her “Bunny”.

Bob was meant to be a girl dad. He made sure to raise them with all the love possible. He told you everyday that you were the best thing to happen to him, and that you made him the happiest man in the world.

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Masterlist

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Dad Hangman

Hangman Headcannon - A cute little dad Hangman blurb for a V-day collab with the lovely @momentaryescape!

Jake “Hangman” Seresin never thought that he would be a dad one day. That was until he married you. He was so nervous and excited when he found out you were pregnant. He was even more nervous when you found out you were having twins. 

From the moment the twins were born, a little boy and a little girl, Jake vowed to protect his kids with his life. He was such a great dad from the start, making sure you and the twins had everything you could possibly need and more. It was a common occurrence to see Jake carrying both kids around the house, each in one arm while he rocked them to sleep. 

Seeing Jake as a father just made you fall in love with him all over again. Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the ladies man, was now a committed and loving dad and husband. He would never let anything happen to you or your children no matter what. 

A/n - Hello! I thought I'd post a little something for Valentine's day before getting started on a request fic! Hope you all enjoyed! Lots of love!

[rewrittenreality]

Sweet Cherry Pie

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 621

Warnings: A little cursing but not much at all

Summary: You are taking care of your sick boyfriend

A/n: Hi! Hello! It has definitely been a while! Life has been so incredibly busy. I wrote this while I was sick because it kept me happy and busy. I have a little something planned for Valentine's day this year! Love you all!

Dean never got sick, his immune system was steel. You, however, got sick more than him. He was used to being there to baby you when you got sick and he enjoyed it. Now, here Dean was, sick and confined to the bunker while you and Sam went about your daily routines. You stayed home with Dean in case he needed anything while Sam was out getting food for the 3 of you. 

 Things had been fairly slow hunt wise so you knew you could be there for Dean. He was laying on the couch letting out frequent coughs as he watched the Tv. When he went into a coughing fit, you stood up from where you were in the other room and made your way to your sick boyfriend.

“You need to sit up, Dean. Laying down makes your coughing worse.” You tell him, helping him sit up as he coughed.

“I hate being sick, it sucks! I feel like I’m gonna die! AGAIN!” Dean whined as you rubbed his back to soothe his coughing fit.

One thing about Dean on the off chance that he did get sick, he was a whiner. He acted like the world was going to end and you found that funny. You, on the other hand, somewhat enjoyed it because it meant that you could baby him for a change. 

“You’re not gonna die. You have a cold.” You stated, trying to hold in a giggle. 

Dean glared at you, huffing in annoyance at the truth of your words. You ignored his glare as you got up to get him a blanket and some medicine. You covered him in the blanket when you came back and tried to give him the medicine.

“I’m not taking that.” Dean huffed, turning his head away from you. 

“Why not?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Because it tastes gross.” Dean said, still keeping his head turned away from you.

You grabbed his chin and pulled his head to turn back towards you. Dean glared at you again, acting like such a drama queen. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was red because of his cold. It was cute to you in a way. 

“I want the cherry stuff. It tastes better.” Dean whined, trying to push your hand away.

“You want me to go all the way to the store to get different flavored cough syrup?” You asked, your eyebrow still raised in a questioning manner.

“It tastes like that sweet cherry pie you make for me! It’s better than that grape shit!” Dean argued, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“Are you saying my pie tastes like cold medicine?” You questioned, putting your hands on your hips while giving him a look.

“No!” He tried to sit up, but started coughing. You sighed and lightly pushed him back, so he is laying down again. “I promise your pie doesn’t taste like cough syrup.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”You sighed, not even trying to hide the smile on your lips. 

You laughed softly as he gave you those eyes you simply couldn’t say no to. He really did act like a big baby when he was sick. You sighed with a small smile, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead as you thought about it. You just couldn’t say no to him, not when you had the chance to take care of him for a change. Dean smiled all big at your words, proud of himself for immediately convincing you. He wouldn’t admit it, but he secretly loved when you took care of him like this. He knew that he could ask for just about anything and you’d say yes to it. 

[rewrittenreality]

Meant To Be

Pairing: Emmett x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mention of a gun, mention of death, Emmett and Reader being in love

Summary: In your time with Emmett, you've realized just how much you like him

A/n: This is part 2 of A Sense of Safety! I'm in my Cillian Murphy phase as you can clearly tell.

You had been with Emmett for about a month now, his home in the old steel mill now becoming your home. It wasn’t much, but it worked for the both of you and that was all you needed. 

When your shoulder was feeling better, you tried to leave so you wouldn’t become an issue in Emmett’s small space. However, he insisted that you stayed, telling you he didn’t want you out in the hell ridden world by yourself. He needed the sense of comfort you brought him and you needed the safety you felt with him around.

So, you agreed to stay with him, having your own little corner to put your belongings you did have left. Over time, the two of you started sharing the makeshift bed against the wall. You had slept better in the past few weeks than you had since the end of the world started. 

There was one little problem. Your growing attraction to Emmett was not making it easier to sleep in such close quarters. You often woke up to his arm over your side, an unintentional act on his part but flustering nonetheless. 

There was something about Emmett that you loved. His looks were part of that, but you couldn’t help but fall for his personality. He was quiet and shy, but at the same time kind and caring. He always ensured your safety above his own, trying his best to keep you out of harms way. 

Emmett thought much the same about you. He started falling for you, something he never thought he would ever do again after the death of his family. It wasn’t a topic many people in the world thought about anymore after the creatures arrived. 

You were perched atop one of the ledges in the steel mill, keeping watch while Emmett went on a supply run. There wasn’t much to keep watch for as long as there was no noise to alert anything around you of your presence. But, it ensured that nothing was able to get into the mill undetected.

You and Emmett normally took turns doing runs, but this was Emmett’s 2nd time in a row. You had a close call on your last run, almost getting yourself killed. Emmett couldn’t risk losing another person he cared for, so he insisted on going for the time being. 

It did get kind of boring sitting on your ledge for hours on end. You found ways to keep yourself entertained though, often taking books that Emmett had found on his previous runs to read. Before all of this, reading in complete silence would have been hard for you to do. These days it was very normal for you. 

As you read your book, a screech rang through the air. You immediately dropped your book and picked up your rifle to look through the scope. You scanned the area, your scope landing on Emmett who was sprinting towards the concrete opening in the building. 

Right behind him was one of those things, its large body almost blending in with the area around it. You aimed your rifle at its head, your finger on the trigger as you waited for the right time to shoot. As soon as the protective armor on its head opened, you pulled the trigger. You were thankful for the silencer you had made as you watched the creature fall to the ground.

A couple weeks back, you had figured out that there was a way to kill these things. It was by pure accident, but it was beyond helpful. You could now kill the creatures if there was enough time to wait for the right moment. 

Emmett looked up to your ledge, smiling at you as he disappeared into the mill. You made your way down, meeting him at the entrance to your hiding place. You jumped down the entrance, Emmett following close behind you. 

He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath as he pulled his mask down. You took the supplies from him, storing everything away as Emmett rested for a minute. You turned back to him, finding him smiling at you. You raised your eyebrow at him, smiling back at him. 

“Thanks for saving my ass.” Emmett whispered, his smile only growing.

“You save my ass all the time, Emmett. We’re a team now, we have to watch each other's backs.” You retorted in a playful manner. 

Emmett took off his jacket and hat, placing them on the chair behind him. As he turned back to you, you used your finger to wipe off the dirt on his nose. He tensed at the touch, but didn’t stop you as you continued wiping the dirt off his face. Neither of you were used to touch these days, finding yourselves tensing at any small touch the two of you shared.

Emmett found himself leaning into your touch, feeling so gentle and soft on his rouged and worn face. His hand came up to hold your wrist, his grip almost ghost like in fear of hurting you. You ran your thumb over his cheek, wiping the last bit of dirt from his face. 

You stared into his eyes, letting your fingers linger on his cheek. There was a sparkle in Emmett’s eyes that you had only noticed a couple times before, that of wonder and awe. His normally steel blue eyes appearing brighter, as if the gray was slowly fading. 

It was completely silent as you stood there, staring at each other. Emmett was hesitant as he slowly leaned forward, afraid of how you would react. To his relief, you began leaning forward as well, meeting him in the middle. 

Closing the gap between the two of you, Emmett captured your lips in a gentle kiss. Your hand on his cheek made its way to the back of his head, your fingers running through his silver streaked brown locks. You could feel the tickle of his beard against your lips and chin, making you smile into the kiss. 

Emmett ran one hand down your back, the other finding its place on your hip. He pulled you closer to him, resting your foreheads together as you broke apart. Your hand was still entangled in his hair, your other hand splayed across his chest. You could feel his heart racing, somewhat relieved that yours wasn’t the only one. 

“I can’t lose you, Y/n.” Emmett whispered, his hand on your hip moving up to rest on your cheek.

“Never gonna lose me, Emmett. I promise.” You smiled softly, using your fingers to comb through his hair in a soothing manner. 

You stood there in a comfortable silence for a moment, never letting go of each other. It was as if somehow, in some way, the 2 of you were made for each other. Even in the darkest of times, times like these, you were meant to find each other. You were meant to feel safe in each other’s arms. It was just meant to be. 

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A Sense of Safety

Pairing: Emmett x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of a knife, mentions of a gun/gun shot, mentions of blood, multiple mentions of death, brief mention of being strangled

Summary: Living in the events of A Quiet Place, you find shelter from a man surviving on his own

A/n: This is part one of a two parter I have planned. I may be like 2 years late to the Emmett simp train, but I recently watched both A Quiet Place movies and immediately fell in love with Emmett. Plus, who doesn't like Cillian Murphy?

Part 2 for anyone interested!

It had been over a year, over a year of living in absolute silence. Ever since those things came to earth, nothing was the same. So many people you knew and loved died on that day, leaving only you and your brother to survive in this new world. 

Your brother died, at least half a year later, protecting you, screaming his lungs out to get the attention of that creature. In the blink of an eye, you had lost everything. You were now alone in this hell you used to call home, left to do whatever it took to survive. 

You did things you weren’t proud of, things you never would have seen yourself even thinking about before that day. But, your new normal meant you would literally kill to stay alive at least one more day. It wasn’t just you, many of the survivors you came across were the same way. Most of the time, only one survivor was left standing by the end of the interaction. 

This exact thought rushed through your head as you ran as fast as you could. You were being chased by someone you had met a few hours prior. Will, you recalled his name being Will. At first, he seemed like he just wanted a friend for the first time since this all started. You still kept your guard up, knowing good people were few and far between these days.

You woke up as he was hovered over you, his hands wrapped tightly around your neck. Using the handle of your knife, you struck him in the head. Giving you just enough time to grab your pack and make a run for it. 

As you ran, you noticed a fence with a large hole in it. This was your chance to hide. You crouched through the fence, unaware of the wire right in front of you. Your eyes widened as you stepped into it, hearing the loud clanking of glass bottles on both sides of you. 

An ear splitting screech rang through your ears. The screech that haunted your every waking moment and your dreams. Without a second thought, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Weaving between abandoned train cars and piles of scrap metal. 

You didn’t even realize that Will had crawled through the fence behind you until you heard a gun shot. Followed soon after by his screams of agony. The creature had gotten him, but you didn’t stop to take a look. Seeing an opening in the large concrete building in front of you, you made your escape plan. 

As you slid through the opening, you looked for anywhere to hide. Suddenly a hand pressed over your mouth, causing your body to tense. You looked to your left, seeing a man with his mouth covered by a mask of fabric. He put a finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet. You nodded, your eyes still wide with fear.

The man grabbed your arm and pulled you towards a large open pipe in the ground. He picked you up and practically threw you down the pipe, jumping in behind you. You landed on a pile of broken sand bags with a quiet thud, getting out of the way just in time for the man to land on them as well. 

He covered your mouth again, looking up at the ceiling to listen for the creature. A screech could be heard in the distance, hopefully not close enough to come down that pipe. You held onto his arm for dear life, praying to whatever god was out there that the creature wouldn’t find you. 

When the coast was clear, your mouth was uncovered and you took a second to calm your breathing. That’s when you noticed the pain coming from your shoulder. You looked at your right shoulder, seeing the growing blood stain in your flannel. 

You were shot, it must have happened when you heard the gun shot before Will was attacked. You must not have even felt it with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The adrenaline was wearing off, and now you could feel it. 

“Just now noticing that, are we?” The man in front of you whispered, pulling his mask down. 

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking the creature would surely hear him. 

“3 feet of concrete, they won’t hear us if we whisper.” His voice was quiet and raspy.

“Shit, didn’t even feel when it happened.” You kept your voice as hushed as possible, wincing at the burning pain in your arm. 

The man motioned for you to sit down in the chair behind you, which you obliged almost immediately. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of vodka, a long piece of cloth, a needle and thread from an almost empty first aid kit, and a pair of pliers from around the room.

You took off your flannel as he looked at you, revealing the wound on your shoulder. The bullet had gone through and through, which would make this process a lot easier for both of you. He carefully pulled up a chair and sat in front of you. 

“I’m Emmett by the way. Figured we should probably introduce ourselves before I hurt you even more with this vodka.” Emmett whispered, holding up the vodka bottle in his hand. 

“Y/n.” You mumbled in a hesitant manner, avoiding eye contact. 

You had your guard up yet again, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened with Will. However, your gut told you that Emmett seemed different. He seemed genuine and kind, but closed off just like you. He seemed like one those good people who were few and far between. Why else would he be helping you like this? 

Emmett held your flannel to your mouth, silently telling you to bite down. As you bit down on the fabric, Emmett opened the bottle in his hand. He slowly poured it over both of your wounds, giving you an apologetic look as you flinched and tried to keep in your cries of pain.

You noticed how gentle he was with you as he stitched the wounds closed. His hands strong yet careful as he wrapped your shoulder with the cloth to act as a bandage. He even looked concerned when he noticed the marks bruised into your neck from Will. 

“Did that guy do this?” Emmett asked, already knowing the answer to his own question.

You didn’t answer him, closing yourself off even more. Instead, you got up and started putting your flannel back on. You were just about to grab your bag when Emmett’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Thank you for helping me, Emmett. Truly. But I should get going. It will be morning soon and I need to find a place to set up camp.” You said, finally looking Emmett in the eyes. 

His eyes were as blue as the sea during a storm. The gray mixing with the blue in such a beautiful manner. You looked to his beard and hair, brown intertwined with some gray here and there. His face looked tired and worn, but who’s didn’t these days? This man was attractive to say the least.

“Y/n, you were just shot. You can stay here for a couple days, until your shoulder starts feeling better.” Emmett looked almost shy as he said this. 

You could sense how closed off he was, his expression barely changing every time he talked. The drawings of 2 young boys you saw as you scanned the room told you he must have been through major loss. It was something you were all too familiar with. 

You nodded as Emmett let go of your wrist, letting him take your pack and set it back down. You walked over to the desk in the room, your fingers grazing over the drawing before you. You looked above it, seeing the drawing of a similar looking boy you had noticed prior. 

“These boys, are they your sons?” You asked quietly, glancing at Emmett who was watching your movements. 

“They were my sons, yeah. I lost them shortly after that day. Their mother passed not long after from illness.” Emmett opened up ever so slightly, just enough to tell you how much loss he suffered. 

You walked over to your bag, pulling out a picture of you and your brother taken just before that day. It was the only picture you had left of any family, the pictures of your parents lost in the ruins of your family home. 

“My brother passed protecting me from one of those things outside. He was my everything after our parents were killed that day.” You opened up as well, wanting Emmett to know that you understood how he felt. Making sure he knew he wasn’t alone. You saw Emmett’s eyes become softer, his expression changing to that of sorrow and, in a way, relief.

As you looked at the picture of you and your brother, the memories from the day he passed played through your mind. You would never be able to get the sound of his screams out of your head. You watched as the creature tore him apart, you couldn’t even cry out to him because it would alert the creature of your presence. 

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes when you realized you had spaced. Emmett noticed the tears but didn’t say anything as he handed you a cup of water. He knew the pain you went, and were still going, through. 

As the 2 of you made small conversation for the rest of the night, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling in your gut. Not the bad type of strange, no, this was a good type of strange. You felt a sense of safety in the presence of Emmett, this man you had just met. It was different than the on edge feeling you had with Will when you met him. This was something you hadn’t felt since your brother was killed.

Unknown to you, Emmett felt the same way. This woman that he had just met, gave him a sense of comfort. Comfort he himself hadn’t felt since his wife passed. It was almost strange to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. But he knew he kind of liked it, and maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to stay. 

[rewrittenreality]

Bad Day

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Nothing really, just a lot of fluff

Summary: Rip is there for you after you have a bad day

A/n: Welcome back to I love Rip Wheeler and no one can stop me from writing about him. I promise I'll write for other characters next!

You walked up the steps to your shared cabin with Rip, your eyes already filled with tears. You were tired, sore, and you were just ready for this horrible day to be over. From the moment you woke up everything started going south. 

When you got inside, you noticed that Rip wasn’t home yet. As you kicked off your boots, you just let the tears flow. Your aching muscles didn’t help you much. You had been knocked off your horse earlier that day when your horse got spooked and tried to run off. 

You tried to wipe your tears away but they just kept coming. You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom, putting your hands on the rim of the sink as you leaned forward. You looked at yourself in the mirror, crying harder as you looked down at your own hands. 

You didn’t even hear the front door open or the sound of Rip’s boots coming into the house.

Rip walked into the cabin, immediately looking for you. He noticed the bathroom light was on, raising his eyebrow in curiosity. As he reached the door he could hear you crying, which instantly worried him. 

“Y/n, Darlin’, it’s me.” Rip said as he lightly knocked on the door. He knew he could just open the door but he needed you to open it yourself. 

“Go away. Leave me alone.” You called from the other side of the door, hoping he would actually listen to you this time.

“You know I can’t do that, Baby. You can keep telling me to go away, but we both know that’s not gonna happen.” Rip called back, stepping away from the door.

You heard a shuffle and the sound of Rip cursing under his breath. Rip sat down in front of the door, taking his cowboy hat off as he got comfortable. He would sit there all night if he had to. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay.

“So, I’m gonna sit here and wait for you to tell me what’s wrong. I will sit right here all night if I have to, but you need to let me in so I can help you.” Rip said, listening carefully for any movement on the other side of the door. 

You were hesitant to open the door at first. After a few moments of thought, you slowly opened the door. Rip quickly stood up, stepping back slightly to give you room. You looked at the ground, tears still rolling down your cheeks. You didn’t even look up as Rip came to you.

“Talk to me, Sweetheart. What’s on your mind?” Rip asked, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. 

His normally gruff voice was suddenly soft and soothing. Something only you got to witness. Your eyes welled up with another wave of tears as he scanned your face. Rip’s hands came up to gently hold your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks. 

“It’s been a really hard day, Rip. I got knocked off my horse, I yelled at Kayce for doing something stupid, I’m sore, and I just want it to be over.” You choked out, your lip quivering as you looked up at him. 

“Everyone has hard days, Baby. Today was yours. I know it’s not fair but now I need you to let me make it better.” Rip said, running his hands down your arms. He smiled when you gave him a nod. 

“I’m gonna run you a bath, there’s take-out on the table if you’re hungry. And don’t worry about Kayce, I’ll talk to him. I just want you to relax.” He kissed your forehead. 

You weren’t hungry, so you followed Rip back into the bathroom. He sat you on the counter before he ran you a bath. He helped you into the bath, sitting down on the floor next to you. He knew you needed him there to just talk to you. He could talk about anything, anything at all, and you’d still want him there because it calms you down.

After you were done with your bath, Rip gave you one of his shirts to put on. He lead you to your shared bedroom, pulling back the covers on the bed so you could crawl under them. As you got comfortable, Rip changed out of his ranch clothes before climbing into bed. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you close. Face to face, he looked down at you before placing a kiss on your lips. 

“I’m always here, Sweetheart, don’t forget that.” Rip cooed, slowly running his hand up and down your back. 

“I love you Rip.” You said, tracing shaped on Rip’s arm. 

“I love you too, Darlin’. Now get some sleep, you need it.” Rip smiled softly, pulling you practically on top of him. 

[rewrittenreality]

Protective Cowboy

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: Cursing, Walker getting his ass beat

Summary: Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler's woman, Walker obviously doesn't get that and runs his mouth.

A/n: Hello! So sorry for the large time gaps between posts! Life has been very crazy! But I have a few different works to write so I hope to get those out fairly quick!

If there was one thing practically all of Yellowstone knew about Rip Wheeler, it was that nobody messes with his woman. Messing with his woman is equivalent to committing a war crime, punishable by death. Or a major ass beating, whichever Rip chose in that moment. 

Rip had met you on the ranch when you were helping out with the work load. Being a close friend to the Dutton family, you always had a place to stay on the ranch. Your love for ranch life keeping you close to the ranch and all of it’s residents. The moment Rip laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one for him.

He was protective of you, especially when you moved to the ranch to live in his cabin with him. Rip knew how some of the men on the ranch could be and he would make sure they knew to respect you as much as they did the Duttons. Hell, you were practically a Dutton yourself. You were family to the Duttons, you were born and raised on the ranch. John always calling you his niece and you calling him “Uncle John.” 

Some of the ranch hands didn’t always respect you like they did the rest of the family. Rip wouldn’t have any of it, always shooting them death looks as a warning. Constantly trying to get it through their thick skulls that you were as much of a Dutton as the family was. 

This exact thought ran through his head when he overheard Walker talking about you after you had just left. Rip already hated Walker, it was no secret to anyone. Hearing him talk about you just added to his burning hatred for the man. 

“Why the hell should we listen to her? Because she’s close to the family? She’s a bitch is what she is.” Walker complained to Jimmy, stacking hay in the process. 

Jimmy looked up, his eyes wide with fear. He dropped the hay and backed away after seeing the look on Rip’s face. The way Rip tensed up immediately caught the attention of Lloyd, who was quick to start paying attention to what was happening.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Rip growled, dropping what was in his hands. 

Walker looked at Rip, a smug smirk growing on his face. He continued stacking hay, eyes locked with Rip’s. Lloyd stopped what he was doing to watch the situation closely, knowing damn well it wouldn’t end well for Walker. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. She’s YOUR bitch. How could I forget?” Walker said, stepping closer to Rip.

The rage was boiling up inside of Rip, his fists clenching so tight he could feel the sting of his fingernails digging into his palms. Then Walker came closer again, seeming to be taunting Rip. The smirk on his face looking extremely punchable. 

“I’m gonna kill you…with my bare fucking hands!” Rip raised his voice, lunging at Walker. 

Rip punched Walker with enough force to knock him to the ground. Punch after punch landed on Walker, causing enough commotion to upset the horses in the stables. You heard the commotion and ran out of the stables, your eyes landing on the fight taking place. 

Lloyd pulled Rip off of Walker after a few seconds, knowing Rip would and could kill Walker if he wanted to. He had to hold Rip back from going after Walker again. It was then that Lloyd noticed you standing there, your eyes wide in surprise.

“That’s enough, Rip! Take a walk!” Lloyd warned, pushing Rip away.

“If you ever say anything about Y/n again, I will kill you. I will kill you without any hesitation, Walker.” Rip threatened Walker, shaking out of Lloyd’s grip. Lloyd proceeded to help Walker to his feet before going off on him about what he did. 

“Rip, stop. He learned his lesson.” You said from behind him. 

Rip whirled around, eyes locking onto you in an instant. He knew that look on your face, worry and amusement? He gave you a confused look, walking closer to you. You didn’t look directly at him, instead you were glaring at Walker.

“Y/n, Darlin’, I promise you Walker deserved it.” Rip said, his large hands finding their way to your hips.

“Oh, I know. I heard everything, heard him talking about me. Heard him taunting you. He had it coming.” You looked up at Rip, his relieved smile making you chuckle. 

“You really are something, Woman. You know that?” Rip smiled at you, squeezing your hips gently.

“It’s been mentioned a few times, Cowboy.” You giggled as he kissed you. 

You looked at Walker, who was still being ripped a new one by Lloyd. You walked over to them, nodding at Lloyd, giving him a look that you wanted to say something. Lloyd stepped back politely, letting you take over. 

“Listen Walker, you might think you are a badass, but you're not. You’re an ex-convict with an attitude problem. And you are on the wrong ranch if you think that will fly. Rip might have beat your ass, but that was nothing compared to what will happen if you speak like that to anyone again. Don’t push your luck.” You said, turning to walk back to Rip. 

“Damn Sweetheart, seems you don’t need me around to defend yourself.” He looked down at you.

“We knew that, but you know how much I like seeing you so protective.” You smiled, fixing Rip’s jacket as he left a kiss to your forehead. 

[rewrittenreality]

Midnight Memories

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Mention of panic attack, lots of fluff, little bit of spice at the end.

Summary: Based on S4 E2…Staying behind with Hotch turns into panic filled "I love you's."

A/n: Hello! It's been awhile! I promised a fic on V-day for my return from being gone, so here it is! Thank you for all the support on recent works of mine! I appreciate your patience!

The case was over, you had finally caught the unsub. She was leaving off where her lover had started. It was a brutal case, but it was finally over. The rest of the team had already departed on the jet back to Quantico. You, however, stayed behind to be with Aaron so he wasn’t alone on the drive home. 

It was midnight and you were reading over case files at the desk in your hotel room. Hotch and yourself decided to stay one more night to get a break. If reading case files counts as a break that is. A knock at the door pulled you out of your reading. You got up and opened the door to find Aaron standing outside your room. His stern look immediately turned into a soft smile at the sight of you.

The two of you had been in a relationship secretly for a while now. No one on the team had even suspected it. Which, to you, was funny considering all of you are profilers. As far as they were concerned, you just stayed behind to help Hotch because of his ears. 

“What can I help you with, Boss?” You joked, stepping aside to let him in. 

“Very funny.” Aaron rolled his eyes, chuckling as he walked into the room.

As you closed the door, you felt Aaron’s strong arms wrap around you. You looked up at him with a smile, leaning back against his chest. You hadn’t had alone time with him in over a week, it felt nice to be in his arms. You giggled when he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Missed you.” Aaron mumbled into your hair, running his hands down your sides.

“Missed you too, Handsome.” You smiled, turning around in his arms to face him. 

You reached up, grasping the back of Aaron’s neck to pull his head down. He smiled as you pulled his head down, lips connecting with yours in a gentle kiss. Aaron’s hands found their place on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

As the two of you pulled apart, you stayed in Aaron’s arms. He rested his head on top of yours, slowly swaying from side to side. You could hear his heartbeat, the calming rhythm melting your tension away. Everything in your brain was suddenly put aside. The warmth of Aaron’s embrace washing away your worries. You always felt safest in his arms. 

Aaron bent down slightly and swept your legs out from under you. He laughed at your sound of surprise, now holding you bridal style. He brought you over to the bed, laying down and placing you on top of him. Cuddles were Aaron’s guilty pleasure, something you learned very early on in your relationship. He would never turn down cuddles with his girl.

You laid there in comfortable silence, tracing shapes on Aaron’s chest while he rubbed your back. The sound of his heartbeat like a calming melody in your ear. As you laid there with Aaron, only one thought was going through your head. The thought of your love for Aaron. Those words had never been said between the two of you, both of you only ever thinking it. 

“Hey, Aaron?” You said, your finger now tracing a heart on his chest.

“Yes, Honey?” Aaron questioned, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you.” You almost whispered, slightly scared of how he would react. 

“I love you too, Y/n.” He responded. Moments later you feel him tense below you.

“Aaron?” You sat up, looking at him with worry.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“What? I said I love you. And you said “I love you too.” Do you not love me? You said it back, do you not mean it?” You started to panic, your breathing beginning to speed up.

“No, Baby, no. I do mean it. I promise I do. I just didn’t realize how second nature it sounded coming out of my mouth.” Aaron was also now panicking, his panic brought on by yours. 

You sighed in relief, now becoming aware that you were shaking a little. Aaron reached for you so he could pull you back to him. He held your face in his hands, his hold instantly calming you down. He leaned forward and kissed you, silently letting you know that it was okay. 

“I love you so much, Sweetheart.” He smiled, kissing your nose gently.

“Are you sure?” You joked, making sure he knew it was a joke.

Aaron raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk. You knew the look on his face, it was his playful look. You squealed as he flipped you over, now hovering above you. You struggled to control your giggles. 

“I’m More than sure.” Aaron smirked again, kissing you passionately. 

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[rewrittenreality]

Fright Night

Dean Headcannon + A start to a compilation I like to call "Times Cas got Banned From the Bunker"

Dean loves horror movies, he could watch them forever and never get bored. You hate horror movies, especially the jump scares. Which is funny considering your occupation.

Dean knows you hate jump scares, so he found a way around it. Every time he knew a jump scare was coming, he grabs your face and kisses you. It distracted you from the scare, inevitably ensuring that you would stay and cuddle with him.

One time, Dean went about the routine for the jump scares. Too caught up in the movie and the kisses, neither of you heard the familiar flap of wings that meant Cas had arrived. Cas stood behind the couch, curiously cocking his head at the movie.

"I don't understand this human tradition." He stated in his monotone rasp.

Startled screams could be heard from both you and Dean... Cas was banned from the bunker for a week.

A/n - Hello! Hi! It's been awhile! I apologize for the disappearance, but I'm back now. This was just a little blurb to feed your souls before I post an actual fic closer to V-day. Lots of love to you guys!

[rewrittenreality]

Better Man

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 717

Warnings: A whole lot of fluff

Summary: You come home from a mission and surprise Hangman.

A/n: I just recently watched Top Gun: Maverick and I absolutely loved it. Jake became my favorite character instantly.

Jake Seresin is known for being cocky. He’s known for being a major hot shot. But, what he isn’t known for is being the sweet, caring, and cuddly man that only you get to see. He lets his guard down around you, showing his soft side only when you’re there. The squad took notice of his sudden change with you, and they quite enjoyed it. 

You came to The Hard Deck to surprise Jake and see everyone. You walked in the door, your stomach filling with nervous butterflies. You hadn’t seen everyone in such a long time since you had been on a mission with your squad. Jake didn’t even know you were back yet. You smiled when you saw Bob, Rooster, and Phoenix at the pool table. Rooster, your long time friend, ran up to you and gave you one of his bone crushing hugs.

“Roos, can’t breathe.” You mumbled, feeling the air leave your lungs.

“Sorry sorry. I’m just really happy to see you back in one piece.” Rooster chuckled, letting you go.

“I always come back in one piece. That's why they call me Hurricane.” You laughed, punching his shoulder.

“Wait until Hangman sees that you’re back. He’s going to be ecstatic!” He beamed at you.

“Not a damn word, Bradshaw. I came here to surprise him, so don’t ruin it.” You said, pushing your finger into his chest. 

Bradley nodded, putting his hands up in defense. He knew you were mostly joking, but he also knew how much Hangman and yourself missed each other. You had been gone for 3 weeks on your mission, rarely having the time to talk to your boyfriend. It was torture for both of you and Rooster knew it. Roos pointed you in the direction of Jake and went over to the others to watch the reunion. 

Jake was playing darts with Coyote, laughing as Coyote covered his eyes so he couldn’t see. He made the bullseye anyway, giving Coyote a sly smirk. Coyote rolled his eyes, his vision landing on you in the process. You put your finger to your lips to tell him to shut up. Coyote gave you a slight nod and turned his attention back to Hangman. 

“Nice shot, Seresin.” You announced, standing behind Jake.

“Thanks!” Jake responded, not yet realizing who he heard.

Hangman’s eyes went wide as he finally processed your voice. He whipped around, finding you standing there with a big smile. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he had to be dreaming. You weren’t supposed to be back yet. Jake froze for a second, trying to determine if he was just drunk or if it was really you.

“Yes, J, it’s really me.” You giggled, as if you could read his mind. 

“Y/n!” Jake exclaimed, running towards you. 

He practically slammed into you, lifting you up as he came to a stop. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, leaning down in his hold to kiss him. Jake didn’t let you go as he set you down, his lips still connected with yours. He didn’t want to let you go and didn’t want him to either. His smile was huge as you pulled away, his green eyes shining like stars.

“I missed you.” You said, taking Jake’s hand into your own.

“I missed you too, Darlin’. So much.” Jake whispered as he left a kiss on your forehead. 

A whistle could be heard from the pool table. You looked over and laughed when you realized it was Phoenix. Jake guided you to the others, his grip in your hand firm but gentle. The squad was kind of shocked when he declined a round of pool. Instead, he opted to stay close to you. They weren’t used to this version of Hangman yet.

Phoenix noticed that Jake was more quiet when you were with him. He would hold a conversation, sure. But he seemed more invested in you and what you were doing. Even as you merely stood between his legs while he talked to Bob, his hand never left your hip. Wherever you went, may it be just to get another round of drinks, Jake went with you. Jake Seresin, the man known for his cockiness and independence, was a better man when it came to you.

[rewrittenreality]

The Ghostfacer and The Hunter

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 493

Warning: None

Summary: Dean falls for a Ghostfacer, someone who is supposed to be his enemy.

A/n: This is a request by the amazing @prettysourabbie ! Thank you for your request, Dear! I had such a blast bringing your idea to life!

Dean didn’t know what was wrong with him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way, it was an unspoken rule between Sam and himself. Ghostfacers were the enemy, amature ghost “hunters” who had no idea what they were doing. Oh but you, you were so much more than an amature. You had the knowledge of a hunter, the knowledge needed for everything that goes bump in the night. 

Dean was drawn to you from the moment he met you. He was drawn to your big beautiful eyes, your slightly unmanaged hair, your shy smile, and everything else about you. He thought it was adorable when you got all shy and pushed your glasses up your nose. He had caught himself staring more than once. He couldn’t help it, you were stunning to him. He couldn’t help but stare at your cute face when you weren’t looking. He had never gone for a girl like you before, never even thought of it. But you gave him a change of heart. He was falling in love with you and he didn’t want it to stop. 

You had to try to suppress the blush dusting your face when you caught him staring at you. Dean Winchester, the guy you were told was your sworn enemy, was the person you started falling for. So many times before you had been shot down by guys because you were “weird and dorky.” For once you felt like someone genuinely liked you. It was such a new feeling and you enjoyed it. You never thought a guy like Dean would be even remotely interested in you. Oh how wrong you were.

Soon, the two of you had started dating in secret, being careful of Sam and the other Ghostfacers. Being left alone to plan for cases helped with that. You were normally focused on a book or articles on your laptop while Dean tried to get your attention. He would mess with the camera equipment and inevitably drop something. He would grin as you got after him for messing with the equipment.

“Wipe that grin off your face, Winchester.” You said, trying to contain the smile creeping up on you. 

“What grin? No grin here, Sweetheart.” Dean’s smile grew impossibly larger as he stepped closer to you. 

“Your charm won’t work this time. This is expensive equipment, you can’t just throw it around.” You protested, letting out a sound of surprise when Dean pulled you towards him. 

“Won’t work huh?” Dean smirked, slowly leaning down to kiss you.

You completely forgot about the equipment as Dean’s lips met yours. You let the device in your hand fall to the ground, feeling Dean smile into the kiss. You cursed yourself for letting him win, but it was impossible to argue with him when he was kissing you like that. 

“Dean, we’re ba-” Sam started as he entered the room, stopping completely in his tracks when he saw the two of you. 

[rewrittenreality]

After A Century

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream x Reader

Word Count: 636

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff

Summary: You have been without your husband for a century and he finally returns.

A/n: I know The Sandman isn't the most popular show right now but it makes me happy so I wrote a drabble for it!

Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, your husband and the love of your life. He had been missing for over a century, leaving The Dreaming to decay and crumble. You tried to repair the once beautiful kingdom, ultimately failing because you were not as powerful as your husband. You were the deity of night and day, your power could do nothing to fix your home. 

You could not stop the wave of eternal darkness brought on by your sorrow and pain. The realm was cast into darkness, the sun never daring to shine its light. How could it? Your sun was gone, locked in a cage of glass in the waking world. The effect your hurt had on Dream’s realm was unintentional but you couldn’t control it. Your power was far too strong.

Many of the realm’s occupants had long gone, leaving only you and Lucienne in the deteriorating palace. Lucienne was your closest friend, refusing to leave you and The Dreaming like the others did. You were thankful for that, her company being the only joy left in your life. That is until the king of dreams finally returned. 

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All left in the realm had seen it. The bright blue flash of light spreading across the darkened skylines. You stood from your throne, shocked and somewhat delighted that something had arrived in the realm of dreams for the first time in years. Rushing to the doors, you spotted Lucienne hurrying towards you. 

You followed the librarian along the path to the tall standing gates, using your power of light to light the way. As you reached the gates, they slowly swung open. You scanned the area, your eyes seeing through the darkness.Your eyes landed on the figure lying in the dark sand. He was weak, it was radiating off of him. You cocked your head when you felt something strange. This man seemed familiar, almost like you knew him. You couldn’t figure out who he was, until you heard his voice. 

You froze in place, hearing that all too familiar baritone voice you had missed so much. It was your beloved Morpheus. You didn’t move as Lucienne helped the dream lord to his feet, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It had been over a century, over a century without your husband and here he was standing in front of you. You met his steel blue gaze, tears instantly welling up in your eyes. 

“Morpheus…” You whispered, trying to blink away your tears.

“My love…” Morpheus said, his small smile growing larger.

Dream outstretched his pale hand to you, beckoning you towards him. Any composure you had left in your body dissipated as you ran towards the darkly dressed man. You jumped into his arms, causing him to stumble backwards. Your sobs could be heard from the crook of his neck.  Morpheus wrapped you in a tight hug, trying to keep the tears in his eyes at bay. He placed his hand gently on the back of your head, keeping you pulled as close to his body as possible. 

“Do not cry, Darling. I am here now.” Dream held your face in his hands, his voice soft and tender.

“I’ve missed you, My sunshine. I love you.” You cried out, leaning into that gentle touch you had longed to feel again.

“And I love you, Dear one. I will never leave you again.” Morpheus whispered to you, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against your own.

As you stood there tangled in each other, the sun began to rise for the first time in a century. Brilliant light took over the once pitch black skies of The Dreaming. Your sun had returned at last. After a century of sorrow and pain, you finally had your Morpheus back. It was the best feeling in the universe.

[rewrittenreality]

Road Trips

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,239

Warnings: Slight mentions of death, mentioned smut at the end, fluff for the most part

Summary: You and Dean are on a road trip. Somehow, you both always end up in the back seat.

A/n: This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away and regret nothing...

“Come on, Dean! Please?” You begged, scooting a little closer to Dean. 

“Y/n, I swear to god if you don’t stop asking I’m gonna kick you to the back.” Dean said, smacking the steering wheel to get his point across. 

“You and I both know it wouldn’t be just me going to the back.” You wiggled your eyebrows a little at your boyfriend, a smirk appearing on your face.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at you. This always happened on your road trips. The two of you in the front seat, listening to music, you begging Dean to drive, Dean saying no. It was your routine. This road trip to Texas was no different. There was no case in Texas, but you wanted to go back to your hometown and Dean insisted on coming with you.

The giggle that came from you was music to Dean’s ears. He reached over and gently placed his hand on your thigh, running his thumb over your skin lightly. You laid your head on his shoulder, putting your hand on top of his. You sat there in happy silence, gazing out at the wide open road ahead of you. The sound of Dean’s old school music and Baby’s engine filling your ears. You sighed, causing Dean to look over at you.

“What’s wrong, Darlin’? What’s on your mind?” Dean asked, squeezing your thigh gently.

“Just nervous is all.” You sighed again, fidgeting with your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be nervous, Babygirl. They’re your family and I’ll be right there with you.” Dean reassured you, continuing the soft motions of his thumb on your leg.

“I haven’t seen any of them in years. I just left without telling them where I was going. They probably think I’m dead.” You said, your voice breaking at the thought. 

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about the events that had happened before you left all those years ago. Your best friend and their family had been mysteriously killed. They were hunters, so you knew it wasn’t as mysterious as it seemed. The family had ties to Bobby, so you decided to seek his help. You never intended to stay in the hunter life, never intended to continue after avenging your best friend. But when you fell for Dean, you knew you needed to stay.

You felt Dean’s thumb wiping away the stray tear that had started running down your cheek. You looked over to him, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. Dean brought your hand up to his lips and left a gentle kiss. He laughed a little as you stretched your legs out and laid your head in his lap. Dean began running his fingers through your hair in the slow, gentle way he knew you loved.

It wasn’t long before your eyes began to feel heavy. You fought to stay awake, singing along to the music to keep yourself alert. Dean knew what you were doing, a smile appearing on his freckled face. He ran his fingers along your forehead and down the bridge of your nose. He always did this when he knew you needed sleep. It was a sure fire way to get you to give in. 

“Go to sleep, Sweetheart. You need it.” Dean said, smiling down at you.

“I don’t want you to have to drive while I sleep, Love. It’s not fair to you.” You tried to argue, knowing deep down that you wouldn’t win this one. 

“You know I don’t mind at all, Baby. You can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get to Texas.” Dean retorted in a playful manner. 

Dean covered your eyes with his large, calloused hand. You giggled and pushed his hand away from your eyes. You finally gave in and let yourself drift off. You mumbled an “I love you” to Dean before sleep completely took you over. 

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The visit with your family went better than expected. Everyone was so happy that you came back, even if it was for a little while. Your siblings had grown so much since you’d been gone. You were proud of what they had accomplished. Your parents hadn’t changed much, but you were so happy to see them. 

You never thought that Dean would ever get the chance to meet your family. Your family loved him and you were so excited that they did. Dean seemed to fit in with your family and it showed.

It made your heart so happy. After visiting for awhile, the two of you decided to say your goodbyes. 

You stopped for something to eat, pulling over in a secluded area to sit on the hood of the car. Looking at the stars, you leaned against Dean. Dean wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaving a kiss to the side of your head. 

“I told you it would go well.” Dean mumbled into your hair, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze.

“Yeah yeah. You always have a way of proving me wrong.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around your hunter.

Dean slid off the hood of the car, eliciting a disapproving whine from your lips. Dean stood in front of you, nudging your legs apart to stand between them. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him. You giggled again, placing your arms over his shoulders. He kissed your nose sweetly, the smile on his face making your heart melt.

“I wouldn’t call it proving you wrong, Sweetness. It’s more like making sure you don’t doubt yourself.” Dean said, beginning to press kisses all over your face. 

“I’m offended you think I would ever doubt myself.” You joked, a shit eating grin plastered across your face.

Dean laughed, using his thumb and forefinger to tilt your chin up slightly. He scanned your face, looking from your eyes to your lips. He leaned down, connecting your lips into a gentle kiss. The kiss quickly became heated, his hands squeezing your hips and yours running through his hair. 

Dean broke the kiss to begin kissing along your jaw and down to your neck. You let out a whine, wrapping your legs around his waist as he nipped at your sweet spot. 

You tugged at his hair slightly, causing him to groan against your neck. He removed himself from your neck and crashed your lips together. Dean lifted you up with ease, blindy walking around the car and opening the back door. He laid you down in the back seat, quickly removing his shirt and crawling on top of you. You ran your hands down his chest as he worked on getting your shirt off of you. 

“You’re so beautiful, Baby. So gorgeous.” Dean whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Dean…” You moaned quietly at the praise, grabbing his muscular arm.

A smirk appeared on your face, a glint of playfulness and lust in your eyes. Dean cocked his head a little, confused as to what you were thinking. He ran a hand up your stomach as he waited for you to say what you were going to say.

“What?” Dean asked, looking at you with obvious confusion.

“Looks like I was right, Winchester. We both ended up in the back seat after all.” You teased, your smirk getting bigger. Dean rolled his eyes with a big smile, letting out a low chuckle.

“I love road trips.” Dean smiled, leaning down to kiss you. 

[rewrittenreality]

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner:

Code Words |Fluff/Angst|

Midnight Memories |Fluff|

Nick Stokes:

Safe and Sound |Fluff|

Castiel:

There For You |Fluff\Slight Angst|

Dean Winchester:

Morning Light |Fluff|

Road Trips |Fluff/Slight Smut|

The Ghostfacer and The Hunter |Fluff|

Sweet Cherry Pie |Fluff|

Sam Winchester:

All Patched Up |Fluff|

Clint Barton:

Let You Down |Angst/Fluff|

Lay Me Down |Smut|

Dream(The Sandman):

After A Century |Fluff|

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

Better Man |Fluff|

Rip Wheeler

Protective Cowboy |Fluff|

Bad Day |Fluff|

Horses and Husbands |Smut/Fluff|

Emmett(A Quiet Place II)

A Sense of Safety |Fluffish?|

Meant To Be |Fluff|

Headcannons:

Fright Night - Dean Winchester|Fluff|

Dad Hangman - Jake Seresin|Fluff|

[rewrittenreality]

Code Words

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of possible torture, angst that turns into fluff

Summary: You are taken hostage. In a video sent to the team, something is revealed that changes everything.

A/n: In this universe, Jack hasn’t been born yet and Hailey isn’t his mom. Hotch was also never married to Hailey in this universe. I also want to thank the lovely @momentaryescape​ for taking part in helping me with this writing.

Aaron looked at his watch. 2 p.m. You had been gone checking out this lead for hours. It should have taken you an hour or two at most. You hadn’t called or texted him, which was unusual for you. Something wasn’t right, he could feel it.

Hotch was snapped out of his thoughts when Emily came into his office. “Any word from Y/n?” Emily asked, clearly worried. Hotch shook his head, staring straight ahead. He was messing with his wedding ring, something he did when he was nervous or worried. “Maybe she just got caught up with the lead. We’ll find her, Hotch.” Prentiss said as she sat down. 

Aaron’s phone began to ring and he scrambled to pick it up. “Y/n.” He mumbled, a small sigh of relief leaving his mouth. He answered the phone, but before he could say anything you spoke. “Aaron.” You barely said in a whisper. Hotch’s heart dropped when he heard you. He knew that quietness in your voice. He knew it meant you were in trouble.

“Y/n? Y/n, where are you? Are you okay?” Hotch asked, knowing you weren’t okay but he needed to hear it from you. “I-I’m okay, Aaron.” You started, your voice still barely audible. “I tripped walking Charlie. Just a rolled ankle, I’ll be alright.” You continued, speaking a little louder. 

Hotch looked at Emily, silently signaling to go get the rest of the team. Emily got up, quickly, and left to get the others.

You had used your code. The sentence the two of you had come up with in case the other was kidnapped or in danger. It wasn’t anything obvious but it was something that would alert each other about the situation. Hotch knew you were being held hostage somewhere and he knew he needed to act fast. 

Suddenly, the call dropped and all Hotch could hear was beeping on the other end of the phone. Hotch slammed his hand on his desk as Emily came back into his office with the others. “Hotch, what’s going on?” Morgan questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/n’s in trouble.” Hotch said, looking up at everyone.

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Garcia ran into the round table room with her laptop. “Sir, it’s Y/n. Whoever has her sent us a video.” She said in a panic. “Did you watch it?” Aaron asked as he stood up. “No, Sir. I ran here as soon as I got the message.” Penelope informed him, typing as fast as she could to get the video up on the big screen. Aaron stayed standing as she pressed play, preparing himself for what he was about to see.

The video showed you, tied up, in the middle of a dimly lit room. Shuffling could be heard behind the camera as if someone was moving things around. Aaron watched as a figure came into frame with something in his hands. It was jumper cables. Penelope shut her eyes as the figure got ready to do the worst to you. “No. No please. Don’t!” You begged, trying to get free. Aaron fought to keep his eyes on the screen as you began pleading and begging more. 

Sparks could be seen coming off of the jumper cables getting closer and closer to your skin. “NO! NO PLEASE! I’M HAVING A BABY! PLEASE!” You screamed, tears beginning to run down your face. Suddenly, the jumper cables were dropped to the ground. The figure in the video turned towards the camera, his face covered by a mask. You could be heard sobbing behind him as he reached for the camera. 

The video ended, leaving everyone in silence and shock. Hotch sat down, still trying to process what he just heard. “Hotch…” Morgan started. “Can you track it?” Hotch cut Morgan off, looking at Penelope. “Sir?” Penelope asked. “Can you track where the video came from?” Hotch questioned again, leaning forward in his chair. Penelope nodded and got to work.

Hotch got up and left the round table room, stopping outside of his office. The only thing his mind could think of was what you had said. You were having a baby. You were pregnant. He was going to be a father. How long had you known? When were you going to tell him? His mind was racing with worries and questions. 

Aaron jumped slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Rossi standing in front of him. “We know she’s alive, Aaron. We know he won’t hurt her like that now that he knows.” Rossi said, trying to comfort Aaron to his best ability. “But what if he does? What if he hurts her and…the baby?” Aaron asked, tears welling up in his eyes. “Hotch, you saw how he reacted to what Y/n said. He won’t harm them. I’m sure of it.” Rossi reassured him. 

“Hotch, we found her.” Morgan ran up to Hotch and Rossi. “Let’s go get your wife, Aaron.” Rossi said, giving Hotch a small smile. 

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The team approached the house you were suspected to be in. They had managed to find small details that together helped locate you. Morgan had taken the front with Rossi and Hotch while Emily, Reid, and JJ went around back. They announced themselves before kicking the door in. Making their way through the house, they had restrained the offender and cleared every floor. Floor by floor they looked for you before finding a door to what they assumed was a basement. Working to open it, they finally made it inside finding you curled up in the cold damp room.

“Y/n!” Aaron called to you as he holstered his gun and ran over. He noticed the various cuts and bruises on your face and arms, fearing the worst of what had been done to you. Aaron knelt down beside your shivering body, gently placing his hand on your cheek. “Y/n? Honey, it's me, it's Aaron. Come on baby, look at me. We got you, you’re gonna be okay.” He said softly, trying to get you to open your eyes.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking around for Aaron. “I’m here, Honey. I’m right here.” Aaron gave you a soft smile. “A-Aaron.” You whimpered, looking up at him as tears stained your face. “I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” He whispered, slowly and gently sitting you up. His heart shattered when he heard the weak cry that left your lips. Aaron pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry, Aaron. I’m so sorry.” You cried into his chest. “About what, Baby?” Aaron asked. “I-I was going to tell you. About the baby. I just found out and I was going to tell you when I got back from the lead. B-but I was grabbed. I’m so sorry, Aaron.” You sobbed, looking him in the eyes. Aaron gently held your face in his large hands, scanning your face before speaking. “There is absolutely no reason for you to be apologizing, Y/n. All that matters is that you are safe. You and the baby.” He said, running his thumbs over your cheeks.

“I love you, Sweetheart. I love you so much.” Aaron whispered, kissing you sweetly. “I love you, Aaron.” You rested your forehead against his, letting out a little laugh when he kissed your nose. “Now let’s get you out of here, Honey. Make sure you’re okay.” Aaron smiled, picking you up to carry you to the medics. 

Once the medics got you into the ambulance, Hotch sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your stomach. He smiled that big smile that you loved so much. He now knew that his entire world was going to change for the better. It would now consist of you, his wife, and your child. His heart swelled with joy at the thought. He was going to be a father and he couldn’t be happier.

[rewrittenreality]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader

Word count:445

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, nightmares, and panic attacks

Summary: Your boyfriend Nick is there for you to keep you safe and sound.

Nick still remembers that day like it was yesterday, he remembers the tears streaming down your bruised face. Pulling you close, whispering “I’ll never let you go.” They beat you within an inch of your life, their shadows almost killing your light that usually shined so bright. He remembers you saying “Don’t leave me here alone, Nicky.” But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight, the team had caught who had done this to you.

That night at the hospital you asked Nick to lay with you in your hospital bed. You didn’t want to be alone. Nick held you close as you cried into his chest. “You’ll be alright, Darlin’. No one can hurt you anymore.” He had said, leaving soft kisses to your head. You knew that you were safe with Nick. You had always felt safe with him, even before the two of you had gotten together. Come morning light you knew he would still be right there holding you.

When you were finally able to go home, Nick took as much time off from work as he could to be with you in your shared home. He knew how traumatic something like this could be. He knew from his own experience of being kidnapped, and you were right there for him as he healed. When your nightmares started, he sat up in bed, rubbing your back, telling you everything was okay. When you started having panic attacks, he held you and whispered sweet, calming things into your ear.

Nick knew how to calm the war going on inside your head. No one had ever been able to do that with you before. His every word was like music to your ears, even when there was no music to be heard. His gentle kisses like a remedy to every illness and wound you could ever possibly have. You had been there for each other in your darkest times. And you knew that you would always continue to be there for each other. 

Every time you could feel yourself slipping, you could hear Nick telling you “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” His voice barely heard as he held you close, calming you down. “Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.” And he was right. When you were with him you felt safe. You felt so loved. 

After all you had gone through you didn’t know if it would be possible to be you again. But with Nick, everything felt possible. Everything felt okay again. You knew that you would always be safe and sound in his arms.