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🖤🧷⋆｡°✩ your camera roll: Rodrick Heffley

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protection ｡˚○ spencer reid

non-gendered

You hadn't been there through any of it, the interrogations, the trial, and now, prison. Too afraid of what you might see or hear. Spencer Reid. Guilty.

You refused to let it be part of your reality so you didn't let it. Acting like it wasn't really happening and Spencer would come home soon enough. Until you couldn't push it away any longer. He had been locked up for two months now and the team were practically begging you to visit him. You couldn't tell if the urgency came from Reid or the others worried about you, but either way you had to go see him for yourself.

You see him, although at first you weren't sure if it was really him. His hair was longer and shaggier than usual, it fell over his eyes and ears, like it was protecting him from unwanted stares. His cheeks were hollow and the bags around his eyes dark. There was a stillness that surrounded him, one that was never there before. Usually Spencer filled the silence with rambling facts and nervous energy but now he was completely still, only his eyes darting around the room, taking every inch of it in. Surveying his surroundings. This wasn't the Spencer you had grown to love, this was a shell of the man he once was.

You took a deep breath in before walking over to sit across from him, a thick pane of glass dividing you. Just like in the movies, Spencer picked up the phone beside him and waited for you to do the same. His eyes staring straight into your soul. Neither of you speak for a second

"You shouldn't have come." He says finally.

You stiffen, his voice was unusually cold. "I tried to stay away. I just- I had to see you for myself."

His stern features falter but only for a second. The two of you always had a complicated relationship. Always flirting but never making what you had official. It was like you were both too afraid if you labelled it, things would end badly.

"Are they treating you well?" He asked.

You think for a minute. It wasn't as simple as it sounded. He didn't mean the team or work. He meant, did anyone follow you, has anyone threatened you, has anyone tried to use you to get to him?

He was being protective.

You nodded slowly in response. Too scared to answer out loud. Your throat feeling tight.

He responded with lifting his palm up against the glass. You look between it and him for a moment before lining yours up with his. The glass was cold, almost like it was mocking you for wanting to feel the warmth of Spencer's hand in your own. There was nothing you wanted more in that moment.

"Don't come alone next time." He almost ordered.

"Are you profiling me now Spencer?" You teased. Gingerly testing the waters of your relationship again.

He almost looked amused. "I profile everyone."

Almost.

He leant close against the glass, talking even lower now. "You need to be careful."

You followed his lead, leaning forward in your seat. Hand still pressing into the glass. "I don't need to be anything. Besides, I'm not afraid."

He didn't doubt you but if there was one thing the whole experience had taught him was how vindictive people can be.

His voice shook slightly. "But I am."

He wasn't afraid for himself, but for you. You noticed for the first time, the fresh bruises on his knuckles.

The visiting timer buzzes. You both flinched at the piercing sound. As the guard moved to take Spencer away you anxiously ramble down the phone, not wanting this to be the last thing he heard from you.

"'m so sorry I didn't come sooner, please know I never stopped thinking about you not even for a second. I knowyou'reinnocent. I-" He hung up the phone before you could finish. The guard's grip on his shoulder tightening. But as Spencer stood, he didn't remove his hand from yours until the last second. His eyes trained on you, like he was trying to memorise your every feature in this light. And although he didn't hear you say it, you know he loves you back.

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marry me? 𓂃•:◦

Dean <3

•:◦ You had been dating Dean forever before he had the guts to propose. You, Sam and even Charlie dropping him hints. "Look I finally got time to paint my nails." You shoved your hands in Dean's face, he nodded in amusement, not really looking. "But I think my left hand is missing something..."

"You know, if I had been dating a girl for over 7 years and she didn't propose, I'd think she was cheating on me." Charlie said once while helping the Winchester with a case. Dean just raised an eyebrow in confusion while Sam shook his head.

•:◦ As much as you teased Dean, you really were ok with not being married, he was yours and you were his - it had always been that way. Besides, you already acted like an old married couple with the way you would constantly tease one another and try to one-up each other on hunts.

•:◦ "Face it Sam, I don't think it's ever going to happen. Dean just doesn't think about this kind of stuff." "That's too bad, I've always wanted a sister."

•:◦ Your hands were tangled in Dean's hair, your eyes trailed over his naked muscular frame, hovering above you. You had the bunker to yourselves for the night and you were making the most of it. "Oh god babe." Dean moaned, his voice low and breathy. "-marry me?" He blurted out. Your hands fell limp in shock. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Dean stated, still inside of you. "Did you just propose to me in the middle of sex?" "...so is that a yes?" You pulled him down to meet you, crashing your lips onto his. "About time."

•:◦ You and Dean never ended up getting married, but that's okay. You were both happy to be engaged, promising yourselves to one another wholly and forever.

Sam <3

•:◦ Sam was the opposite of his brother in many ways, but especially when it came to relationships. He had always desired a wife and family. It would only take a few months for him to decide that you were the one.

•:◦ Everything had to be perfect. But not just perfect, perfect for you. Sam wanted it to be the most thoughtful and romantic proposal ever. That can be kind of hard when you're trying to stop the end of the world in amongst proposal-planning.

•:◦ You were totally swept off your feet when the time came. "Okay just a bit further now, wait, don't trip but keep your eyes closed." Sam had his hands covering your eyes as he walked you down the bunker stairs. "It's not even my birthday, what's the big surprise?" "Okay, now you can look!" You looked around the candle-lit room to see Sam holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, the record player playing an acoustic version of your favourite song, you took another look at Sam; in his pocket was a square outline, that could only be one thing. That was just like Sam, to make everything perfect for you, only to miss the one flaw that was on him. "Sam, is this-" He nodded, holding your hands in his.

•:◦ You got married only a month after saying yes to Sam's proposal. That poor boy has died so many times he didn't want to risk missing seeing you in a wedding dress. The ceremony was intimate, beautiful and mirrored your relationship. Sam couldn't contain his excitement, he had a goofy grin plastered on his face the whole time. "You amaze me, how did you get even more beautiful?"

omg its my birthday tomorrow - im going to be 24...im going to be 24 and im still writing fanfiction...

beautiful dividers from: @uzmacchiato

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.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚. your camera roll: stu macher

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strange ★ billy loomis

non-gendered

Billy Loomis was always an interesting character, one that many found unsettling, but to you he was the class clown that you grew up with. Just an awkward kid you could recite movie lines with.

You were both sprawled out on your bed, candy wrappers strewn across the bed, the credits of Psycho rolling faintly in the background. The silence between you and Billy was far from your familiar comfortable quiet. Tonight it felt heavy. Billy appeared to be lost in thought as the credits came to an end, leaving the two of you in complete silence with only the sound of the rain hitting the windows to come between you.

You picked up a candy and threw it at his head - an attempt to bring him out of his daydream. He didn't move.

"Earth to Billyyy..." You teased, waving your hands in front of his face. He blinked rapidly, almost seeming startled, before his jaw tightened back into place and his moody expression overtook any other emotion.

"You thinkin' about Sid?" You grinned. Billy shifted in place, turning towards you. You couldn't put your finger on it but something was off. The way his body was stiff and he was quiet. Usually when it was just the two of you it was comfortable, relaxed. You could both be yourselves no matter what, Billy was always chewing your ear off about whatever movie was on, pointing out every nuance or hidden meaning.

"Hypothetically speaking. What would you do if someone killed for the right reason?" Billy finally spoke up. His voice confident but slow. You looked the boy up and down. Thinking for a moment. This was weird, even for Billy.

"Someone? Or you?" You replied, leaning back against the wall, unsure of where this conversation was going but you were always happy to entertain Billy's twisted mind.

He frowned, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. Just what would you think?"

Your eyes narrowed playfully. "Well. That would depend."

"On?"

"On if it was deserved or not." You shrugged, popping a fresh lollipop into your mouth.

The heaviness in the air still hadn't let up. It still felt slightly awkward. Like this was a first date. Or like Billy wanted to say something but couldn't. You watched as he thought about your answer, his arms uncrossing in front of him, it seemed like he was happy with how you responded.

"So say it was me." He continued. "you wouldn't tell anyone, right?" His eyes darkened as he watched your every move, waiting intently for your answer.

Was this a confession or a threat?

You shivered at the thought of either. No. No way Billy Loomis was messed up, sure, but a killer? Absolutely not. You watched Top Story and every horror film released since 1960, you would've spotted the signs of a psychopath. Billy was just trying to freak you out.

"Stop being a creep. You wouldn't hurt a soul." You said, rolling your eyes.

"Just answer the question." He ran a hand through his hair, getting more frustrated.

"Alright alright." You were starting to feel uneasy now. "I wouldn't tell. I would-" You thought about it for a second, what if this was a confession. What would you really do? "-I would protect you."

A small smile crept up onto Billy's face. "I was hoping you'd say that."

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I don't know what this is. Was just a random thought, so hopefully someone likes it!

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unexpected 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sam winchester

Bimbo!reader x Sam Winchester

I hate the word bimbo but alas... Airhead, Paris Hilton on the simple life vibes, but total badass!reader

Summary: idk drabble maybe. reader is somewhat of a ditzy airhead. established!relationship with Sam. if you like it I'll write a more cohesive story.

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When people first meet you they stereotype you; dumb, shallow, bimbo. Especially other hunters, most of them couldn't fathom the idea that you both cared about your looks and could take down monsters with innate skill. But Sam never stereotyped you, not even at first glance. He always seemed to see what was underneath the hair colour, makeup and designer clothes. Although you were almost complete opposites, you completed each other beautifully, it's like you were made for each other.

"Sammy-" You were the only person other than Dean that Sam would allow to call him by his childhood nickname. It sounded so cute coming from your lips, he didn't dare ask you to stop. "-where's the first aid kit?"

"Uh in the bathroom I think, is everything okay?" Sam poked his head around the corner to see you skipping into the bunker, your usually pink t shirt now stained with blood, a smile still somehow plastered onto your face.

"Yeah 'ts nothing really, that djinn was a real bitch." You sat up on the table, pulling your hair up into a pony tail as Sam ran to your side, bandages in hand.

"I told you, you shouldn't be hunting djinn alone, its really dangerous-"

"I know that. But c'mon how good am I? I've never been captured once." You poked your tongue out at Sam cheekily, he wanted to be protective but he secretly knew you could handle yourself.

"You're the best hunter I've ever met. But I still want to keep you safe. I couldn't live without you. Now let's see what you've gotten yourself into." Sam says wincing as he lifted the hem of your shirt up, revealing a deep gash in your stomach that travelled up your side. It was still oozing with blood, if he didn't know you, he would've been shocked at how calm you were. Just as he had his back turned to look for something to clean you with you had pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, leaving you in your matching hot pink lace bra. When he turned back around Sam just chuckled in amusement.

"What? It's easier for you to see all of it. And it's ruined now anyways, can you believe that son of a bitch ruined my favourite playboy shirt? Doesn't he know that it was vintage?" You whined as Sam began gently cleaning the blood off of your skin. Taking his time to admire your body, no matter how many times he had seen it, Sam never tired of it. You were perfection to him.

"It's very rude, but I think you won in the end."

"I guess so." You ran a hand through Sam's hair absentmindedly, he had been growing it out so it was long enough to finally tuck behind his ears. You loved it. In your words there was now more hair to grab onto.

"Oh wh-hey!" Dean sputtered as he entered the room, quickly covering his eyes. "I think you might be uh missing something."

You rolled your eyes. "Come on Dean, it's nothin' you haven't seen before."

"Yeah well, not my brother's girlfriend's I haven't!" He exclaimed, one hand still firmly planted over his eyes. Sam laughed as he finished wrapping your wound, he stood up giving you his button up shirt to cover up with. Leaving him in a white t shirt that hugged every muscle, leaving little to your imagination.

"It's ok now Dean." Sam said, helping you down from the table.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"No, now I'm completely naked." You teased.

Dean parted his fingers allowing himself to peak very quickly before realising you were in fact fully dressed. "Oh come on, like I'd fall for that. What were you doing with no shirt on anyways?"

"There was blood on it." You shrugged, wrapping your arms around Sam's waist.

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You sat on the edge of the pool table, feet dangled over the edge, a cosmopolitan cocktail in hand. Sam and Dean were hustling pool a few tables away, you loved to watch them but you couldn't interfere - it would put Sam off his game and you all needed the money. So you watched from afar, your eyes following your boyfriend's every move, every flex of his back muscles, every time his pushed his hair away from his eyes, you mind fantasising.

"Hey hot stuff. Why don't you come sit on my lap and we can talk about the first thing that comes up?"

You turned away from Sam to be met with an older man you had never seen before. He was covered in tattoos and his hair was so greasy it was sticking to his forehead.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?"

The man chuckled as he stepped closer - too close - you could smell the cigarettes and cheap beer on his breath.

"Nevermind your pretty head about it. I've been keeping my eye on you. You enjoying watching those pretty boys play?"

"I was and I would like to get back to doing that, if you could please go away now."

"Come on baby, don't be like that." He put a tattooed hand on your leg, grazing your mini skirt. "You far to pretty for those boys, you need a real man I think. Come to my table, I'll take real good care of you."

You attempted to pry his hand off of your leg to no avail.

"Listen mister, I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my face before I kick your ass." The man laughed in response. "Well. I tried to warn you." You said before lifting your right knee swiftly kicking him where it hurt most.

"You fucking bimbo bitch." He keeled backwards in pain.

"Alright you've shown him, now let's get you out of here." Sam had appeared by your side seemingly instananeously. He wrapped an arm underneath your legs picking you up bridal style walking you out of the bar. You wrapped your arms around Sam's neck placing a kiss to his cheek.

"'m sorry if I interrupted your game baby." You apologised, looking up at the man who was still holding you.

"Don't be. That was hot." He laughed, kissing you.

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aaron hotchner

he doesn't say I love you but he always makes sure your coffee is how you like it.

you're the only one to call him Aaron, he loves how it sounds coming from you.

his guard coming down the minute his eyes meet yours. that hardened stare softening to a loving gaze.

he secretly loves when you wear his shirts around the house. the way the fabric hugs your body and flows over all the right places.

he always notices. if your breath hitches for a second, if you flinch or shiver. nothing gets past him. it's both a blessing and a curse.

he's secretly very possessive. although, not as secretly as you'd think a profiler would be.

"I don't say it often but I think about you constantly."

each kiss goodbye feels like the last kiss the two of you may ever share.

Aaron Hotchner is deeply, insanely and passionately in love with you.