#that little moment in gif 2 right after he opens his fly and his package is just hanging out there woooohh buddyy 😳🥵

[citrinekay]

Andy taking off his pants for science

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

[littlepadika]

Idea struck my little brain🕊 javi invites steve over for dinner and he's told him about bebita before but upon seeing her for the first time he's taken aback and absolutely awestruck by how beautiful she looks. And she sweetly says "hi papi who's this?" And he says something like "friend from work" and she tells steve "hi sir" and he's just like "🥰 hi sweetheart"

AHHH this is the cutest idea 🥺he's my rambling version of how that would go down. Of course i had to make it wee bit angsty for a moment.

part 2

Warnings: DDLG (a little poly if you squint), shyness, one angsty moment, feminine little, small mention of special bottle ;)

gif by pedro n friends

Javi comes into your playroom and tells you a friend from work is coming over and you're sad because you think you have to be big all night or else just hide in your room.

"Otay..." You hung your head.

"Why the long face, bebita? It's Steve who I told you so much about."

"But I can't pway." You sighed, staring to put away your toys.

"Yes you can, bebita. It's okay. Steve knows you're little. He is so excited to meet you."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't bring him around if he wasn't." Javi crouched down to your level, stroking your head and looking very serious. "But if you don’t want to meet him that's okay too."

"I want to, Papi." You bit your lip. It could be fun right?

"He's very nice, bebita, and fun to play with. You'll see." Javi smiled. He was so excited for you to meet Steve, since the man had been very lonely lately and was interested in the daddy dom life. Javi wanted to give Steve some experience with a little to help Steve find his perfect match.

~~~~~~~~~~

You helped Javi tidy up and cook some rice and beans. You put on a new dress even. When the door bell rung you gripped Javi's hand as he opened it. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve standing there. He was taller than your Papi and completely opposite in terms of looks. He was pretty. You ducked behind Javi's body in shyness.

"Hey Steve- oh, bebita..." Javi chuckles.

"Hey." Steve rubbed the back of his neck already feeling terrible for making you scared.

"Come on in. Bebita, come out from there." Javi side stepped so you had no where to hide. You blinked down at the ground, stealing a look up at the stranger.

"Hi darlin'." Steve crouched down so he was less imposing. His blue eyes scanned your face, his lips pulled in an easy smile. "My name is Steve. I'm a friend of your Papi's. He told me so much about you."

"Hi Mr. 'Teevie." You coo and wave your hand slightly. Steve felt his heart melt at how cute you were. He saw pictures but seeing you in person made him fall in love even more.

Steve looked up at Javi who nodded in encouragement and squeezed your hand.

"I uh I brought you a gift, sweetheart." Steve pulled a bag from behind his back and held it out to you. You looked up at Javi for permission.

"Go on, bebita. It's for you." Javi smiled.

You pulled out the tissue paper and squealed when you saw what was sitting inside. It was smelly markers and a princess coloring book! You immediately ripped open the package sending markers flying. You froze expecting Steve or Javi to get mad at you but they only smiled, Steve going to pick some up.

"I take it you like em." Steve grinned, putting the markers back in the package, except for the one you held in your hand.

"Mhmmm." You smell the red one, inhaling the cherry smell. "Thankie 'teevie." You said shyly, swaying back and forth with happiness from your present.

"Maybe you can do some coloring after dinner." Javi suggested, coming up and placing two hands on your shoulders. He loved seeing the two people he cared about most getting along.

~~~~~~~~~~

You were still a little shy around Steve, looking away when he would try and talk to you. However, Steve was patient. He didn't push you. You mostly just watched Javi and Steve talk over dinner and laugh at grown up things from work. Javi had his hand on your thigh most of the night giving you reassurance.

"Are you done, bebita?" Javi noticed your empty plate.

"Mhm." You kicked your feet under the table. "May I pwese be excused?"

"Sure." Javi leaned over and kissed you sweetly. "Why don't you go get the coloring book Steve gave you?" Javi suggested, collecting your plate.

"Mkay!" You skipped off but not before you heard Steve say to Javi:

"Such a good girl."

You felt your whole tummy explode with butterflies. You come back and Javi is in the kitchen doing dishes, wanting to give you and Steve some alone time to get to know one another. The door was open though, so you could still see Javi.

"Color with me pwease." You set down the materials shyly.

"Sure thing." Steve smiled, scooting his seat closer to yours. He smelled so good. You climbed back into your seat.

"Let's do dis one." You flipped open to a page with Rapunzel.

Steve let you do most of it, watching you with your tongue tucked between your lips trying to stay in the lines. Every so often you'd pause and sniff the page with the smelly markers.

Steve already felt extremely enamored by you. He'd never cross a line with Javi but he knew now more than ever that he wanted a little like you.

"Are you a papi too?" You asked all of a sudden, curiosity getting the better of you.

Steve cleared his throat, setting the yellow lemon pen down. "well... I'd like to be but it's just me right now."

"Oh." you frowned, also stopping your coloring. That didn't seem fair to you.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart." Steve reassures you. "I'm really happy we get to play together right now. Javi takes great care of you. I hope I can do that too for someone one day." You finally look into his eyes, not so afraid of him now, and see some sadness which has your lower lip trembling. You imagined what it would be like for Javi not to have you. That would be awful! Steve panicked as you started to cry quietly. "No tears for Stevie, baby girl. I'm okay." He patted your cheeks lightly with a cloth napkin.

"What's going on?" Javi came out, wiping his hands off with a dish towel. "Oh bebita... what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Javi. I don't know what I said." Steve ducked his head, feeling like it was his fault.

"Bebita..." Javi collected you into his arms. "Talk to Papi que pasó?"

"It's not fair, papi!" You sniffle, not really able to put it into words.

"What isn't fair?" Javi furrows his brows in worry.

"Dat- dat 'teevie doesn't have someone to love." You watch Javi's face fall as he also sits with the sadness of that. He looked up at Steve, worry on his face. Was he hurting Steve by rubbing his relationship in Steve's face?

"That's where you're wrong." Steve pipes up, walking over. "I have you two. It may not be the same kind of love but I love your Papi very much and I'm starting to love you too, baby girl."

"Can- can I hug stevie?" you ask Papi for permission.

"Of course." Javi lets you go and you throw your arms around Steve. He was slimmer than Javi but still nice and warm. He didn't feel like a stranger anymore. Javi wrapped his arm around Steve as well.

"Aww baby girl. Thank you." Steve blinked back his own tears.

"You're welcome over any time." Javi patted Steve on the back.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve stuck around for your bedtime routine, wanting to learn the ins and outs of that. You proudly showed off your bath toys and stuffies. Javi even let Steve hold your bottle as you sat in Javi's lap. You got to look at both of their pretty faces as you got milk drunk.

"And she takes this whole bottle?" Steve asked quietly as you kept gulping.

"Yes. She's a hungry girl and she'll be up all night if she doesn't get it." Javi replied. As you reached the end of the bottle you were starting to feel needy for the most important bottle before bed. You reached for Papi's special bottle, already feeling it ready for you.

"Ah- bebita- not with Stevie here." Javi stuttered, shooting his friend an apologetic look.

"I don't mind." Steve blushed beautifully. "If that's the-uh- whole routine. I think I should learn that as well."

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for better or for worse (2)

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - when the people they love the most are kidnapped and ripped out of their hands, the bau does everything they can to get them back before it turns dire

warnings - mentions of case, angst, injury details

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drugs were coursing through your veins. you could tell that from the minute your eyes slowly opened.

instead of being met with bright lights or some random room, you were met with total darkness. the cloth veil over your head prevented you from seeing anything. a second cloth was secured around your face, acting as a gag to prevent you from calling out.

your head lolled slightly, due to both the drugs and actually having some form of control over your movements.

the cloth was violently ripped off, now exposing the environment you were in.

your eyes met andrew’s, who was sitting across from you. through still hazy eyes, you looked back and forth, desperate to try and figure out your surroundings.

penelope was to your right and leslie to your left. next to her was kristy, then andrew, krystall, and finally will.

the seven of you made up an almost perfect circle, one person facing another. you were tied of the same way, arms restrained behind the chair while your legs were tied to the base of the chair.

everyone was still fairly loopy, though penelope was sober enough to have tears already flowing down her cheeks.

“welcome everyone!” a voice called.

the three men, the same ones who delt with the fabric over your faces, stood in a triangle around the edge of your circle. each had on a full face masks preventing you from seeing their identities.

“what the hell do you want with us,” andrew spat out after managing to get the gag out of his mouth. everyone was more than fine with him taking charge, he was the fbi agent after all.

“you,” the one with the blue mask started, twirling a knife in hand, “are going to tear your other halves into pieces emotionally and i’m sure physically.”

he went on for another few minutes, the others chipping in occasionally. the whole thing was strategically planned out, unless the team found you, you wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon.

you were the first one to receive any form of an injury.

your occasional snarky and sarcastic personality trait was coming in force. as the three men entered the room, only to taunt the group, you couldn’t help but call them out.

“imagine thinking your going to get something good out of kidnapping all of us,” you started. “you guys are a bunch of morons who’s heads are pretty much wanted on platters by the team and i’m-” you were cut off by a hard punch to your cheek.

a gasp espacped your lips, pain radiating in both your eye and nose. a thin steam of blood trickled down your face. between the drugs hitting you even harder with the final effects on your body and now this, you were extremely exhausted.

they left the room soon after that, no clues or hints on where they were going.

“you okay?” will’s thick accent took a second to process in your head.

“fine,” you grumbled, moving your head to the side to wipe the blood from your nose on your shirt. “the teams going to get us out of this,” kristy spoke, as if to reassure herself. “i know they will.”

back at quantico, the team all sat around the table, still looking down at the phones. “i really hate to say it, but there’s little we can do until the kidnappers make contact.”

“are you joking?” spencer exclaimed, “do you really expect us to just sit here and wait while everyone is probably being tortured by the bastards who took them?”

they hated to admit, he did have a point.

j.j. led luke out of the room, keeping one hand on his back to comfort the agent who was moments away from breaking down crying.

“spencer, a word?”

the genius grumbled to himself quietly, pushing his chair back before following emily out of the conference room and into her office. “i need you to calm down,” she spoke gently.

that was easily one of the worst things she could have said to spencer.

“no i’m not going to calm down prentiss,” spencer snapped. “i lost maeve to an unsub the same way. how dare you tell me to ‘calm down’ when y/n is missing and we have absolutely no idea where her or the others went.”

emily frowned slightly at the mention of the event from almost eight years ago. while the current unit chief wasn’t on the case, she had heard about it while in london and did everything she could from where she was to help out spencer.

“i want you to take a walk. we need your head clear and ready to work,” emily spoke gently. spencer opened his mouth, wanting to protest but shut it quickly. he wanted to do as emily said, for your sake at least.

spencer shook his head, leaving the office after grabbing his bag and heading towards the elevator. maybe some fresh air would do him some good.

“why not me,” luke mumbled, barely audible to the blonde agent.

j.j. had taken luke to morgan’s old office to help him calm down. her motherly instincts had kicked in, especially as she knew how emotional luke could get in situations like these, stress adding on as it involved penelope.

“why did they take penelope instead of me? i’m apart of this team too,” tears started to flow down luke’s cheeks. j.j. pressed her lips together, wanting to stay strong enough for both his and her sake. her mind creeped back to will, desperately hoping he was okay.

“i don’t know luke, i really don’t. but trust me when i say, we will find them,” she reassured, wrapping an arm around the fellow agent. “thanks j, do you mind giving me a minute alone?”

j.j. nodded, squeezing his shoulder one more time before standing up just as her phone rang.

“my mom is coming down to get the boys. matt, she can take a few of yours,” j.j. announced once she met up with matt and rossi. they needed the kids handled so full focus could be on solving the case.

“joy is also flying in, she was on her way even before this whole thing. she can watch keely and the others” rossi chipped in. emily joined the group just in time to hear rossi’s offer.

matt nodded, the three parents in mutual agreement. “i’m going to meet up with tara and get started on some work. i mean what else can we do.”

“how’s spencer?”

“frustrated,” emily answered. “i’m honestly suprised no one else is on his level.”

j.j. sighed. “emily i don’t know what we’re going to do,” she admitted. “agents aren’t supposed to work cases when they’re personally involved. and with this, i mean we all are. what are we even supposed to do?”

“we really need reinforcements.”

——

“have you heard?”

“yeah i’m about to head over now. you?”

“same. are we really bringing our badges out of retirement?”

“hey don’t say retirement. makes us sound old.”

“true.”

“and yes we’re heading back. they’re family, and they need our help.”

with that, the phone call ceased.

the bullpen seemingly stopped, all eyes going over to the glass doors. none other than aaron hotchner and derek morgan stepped in, bags by their side and visitors badge clipped to their pants.

their styles altered greatly. hotch was dressed down in jeans and a patagonia quarter buttoned pullover, work boots as his shoe of choice. morgan was the same, opting for a t-shirt and zip up instead.

agents nodded as a sign of respect at the two former agents, their legacy with the bau team was still looked up to.

the current bau team seemed empty.

no one jumped up to greet them. no one hugged. no one could even muster up a convincing enough smile.

they all just looked down, going back to their individual work. spencer and luke were at the genius’s desk, chairs pressed close together as they put together information. rossi, j.j., and tara were in the conference room, boards put up with pictures of the phones as well as screenshots from street cameras. that left matt and emily who were engaged in a deep conversation.

emily stopped when she noticed the two men lingering. “go help spencer and luke. let them know to meet up with the other three when they’re done,” she ordered.

“thank you for coming, i wish we could meet under different circumstances,” she spoke, expending her hand out for them to shake. “we can talk in my office.”

the two former agents followed the current unit chief up, not bothering to sit in the chairs, preferring to stand. “bet you didn’t expect to be back in here,” morgan nudged hotch.

“is the team holding up okay? everyone seemed a little numb,” derek commented.

“how’s the investigation going? what do you have nailed down so far?” hotch quickly added.

“nothing, we have absolutely nothing. just broken cell phones and the word ‘love.’ we don’t have a tech analyst so we can’t even figure out half of the stuff we need to. no one can even focus right because we’ve had the people we love taken away with no means of communication or no clues. i think it’s understandable that we’re a little numb. and i just don’t know what to do because i’m dealing with myself and keely and also having to be a leader of the team,” emily stopped herself, running her hand through her hair to calm down.

her rant was pretty all over the place, mirroring the emotions she was feeling.

“which is why we’re here,” hotch stated. “morgan and i have the most clear heads out of everyone. if you say the word, we can lead this investigation and track down the unsubs. it would be the easiest way to make sure we get everyone back.”

emily nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. “okay. just please help us find them,” she pleaded. “we will, i promise.”

it was almost five hours before the mixed team found anything. a postal service worker stepped into the bullpen, holding a box and ipad in the other. anderson talked to him for a moment, motioning for emily to come down.

“i have a package for emily prentiss. you just need to sign here,” he repeated. emily was still hesitant, but leaned forward to write her signature.

emily held the box out in front of her, careful to keep her movements still as one wrong movement could set it off if it was in fact dangerous. she brought it up to the conference room, placing it on the table.

“it’s not an explosive,” derek determined after his examination. silence fell over the room.

tara was the one who leaned forward to open the box. her hands were shaky, directly due to her nervousness. no one knew what was inside, other than that it wasn’t a bomb.

all eyes were on the box, listing as the tape was cut open, them the cardboard flaps lifted.

bloody jewelry was inside; three wedding rings, two necklaces, a bracelet, and finally a helix earring.

spencer took a sharp breath. each piece of jewelry belonged to an individual taken. yours was the earring, an anniversary gift from him. the usual gold piece was now stained red.

the hope the team had for you all being alive cracked just a little bit more.

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A/N: Read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 I want to thank everyone for reading and commenting, I really appreciate it! Enjoy and if want to be added or removed from the taglist let me know!

It had been almost a week since Poe had arrived at the resistance base, a week in which his live had changes completely. He had been training as a pilot, which turned out to be right up his alley. He had already been on his first mission and got assigned his own droid. The BB-8 droid was a gift from the general who seemed to like his direct personality. He had immediately gotten on the good side of the General thanks to the information you had given him, it made him more easily to trust.

There hadn’t been a day that had gone by that Poe didn’t think of you. He had almost left the planet when Will caught up with him and handed him the hologram. He made a promise to Will not to watch it before he was at the resistance base. It was a good thing he made that promise, because if he had watched it he would have turned around and got you out of the palace. Seeing you crying for the first time since your mothers dead was breaking his heart. He cared for you more than he ever dared to admit, as he knew that he would never be enough for a future queen. Now you were going to marry a complete stranger, someone who was feared throughout the galaxy, the day after tomorrow Poe was walking around the base when his droid came from another room, beeping and rolling around his feet. “What is it, bb-8?” The droid rolled away from him, anxiously waiting for Poe to follow him. Poe already learned that he could better listen to the droid and followed him. The droid was leading him to the office of the General, Poe stopped while bb-8 rolled in “I’m so sorry General, I don’t know what is going on with bb-8.” He apologized “Come on buddy, let’s go.” “Please, come in Dameron. I send the droid, I thought you might wanted to see this.” She was looking at a broadcasting from the first order. When he saw you appearing, he felt completely frozen to the floor. The king was sitting on his throne in the back, while Kylo Ren was standing behind you in complete uniform. “Dear people of Y/P, first I would like to thank the people who are here for coming and I would like to thank you all for the support I have received for my upcoming marriage. This marriage will be one of the ways to show our loyalty to the first order, a way to show that we stand by them and for them to show us that they will protect us from the rebel s..” He saw you struggling, these were not your own words. “I would like to share this important moment with all of you, that is why the wedding will be broadcasted live.”  You took a few breaths, he could tell that you were going to do something that was not scripted. “To show how much I appreciate every one of you, hundred people will be invited to my wedding. If you would like to attend please sign up before midnight, the people will be picked tomorrow morning so you can attend the day after that…” After you finished your speech, you answered some questions before leaving the room. The urge for Poe to fly back to Y/P was stronger than ever, he knew you would pay for this, when he looked to the side he saw that even the General was shocked. Y/N pov The walk you and Kylo were making had been interrupted by a guard, announcing that the King expected the both of you back at the palace immediately. When you got back he told you that you needed to give a speech, as if it wasn’t already bad enough that you were in an arranged marriage you had announce that it was going to live, which meant you were have to going to smile through the worst day of your life. The moment you finished your speech you didn’t know how quickly you had to go to your chambers, the king had looked furious when you threw your little stunt. But you had made a promise to yourself that you weren’t doing this without being the most annoying, spoiled princess you could be, so that’s what you did. Two guards were standing in front of the door to you chambers “Princess Y/N, we have been ordered to take you to the king.” “Well, tell him I will see him tomorrow.” You tried to push passed them but they held you back “I’m afraid you do not have a choice.” As you had expected he was not happy, and that was very, very carefully expressed. “How dare you to pull a stunt like that!” The king was standing in front of you not more than an a few inch from your face “Maybe you should thought of that before you arranged this marriage.” You answered him coldly He had hit you before, but this time it was with such impact you lost your balance and fell. “It’s a good thing that you’ll be gone soon, otherwise your life would had become a living hell.” The king left the room, leaving you all alone. You couldn’t find the strength to stand and go to your chamber, instead you softly started to cry, hiding your face in your hands. You were startled when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked up and saw Kylo standing next to you. He held out his hand and helped you up “Are you okay? What happened?” “Nothing.” You quickly wiped the tears from your face. His hand carefully touched the red mark on your cheek “Who did this.“ “The King, he didn’t like my little invitation.” You pushed his hand away.   He could see the hurt in your eyes. “Can I walk you back to your chambers?” You hesitated but agreed to his offer. “Why did you do it?” Kylo broke the silence “Inviting the people, I mean.” You shrugged your shoulders “Just to be annoying I guess. I’m not one to go down without a little struggle. If everything in your life is being decided for you, you intent to become a little more rebellious.” The guards who had been waiting for you when you got back where gone and only Will was standing there now. “Everything alright your Highness?” “Yes Will, thank you. You can go home if you want, I don’t think I’ll need your services anymore today.” “Are you certain?” “Please go home Will and  don’t forget the package I left you.” “Thank you Princess Y/N” He made a bow before leaving. You opened the door to your chambers “Would you like to come in?” You asked him Kylo nodded and walked in after you. There was a bag and some stuff on you table “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” You tried to shove some stuff away. “Don’t you have people to do that?” “I don’t like it when people go through my personal belongings, they are allowed to pack the rest.” You accidentally dropped something from the table, your most precious belonging, your mothers lightsaber. The moment he saw it he walked further into your room “I didn’t know you had a lightsaber.” “There is a lot you don’t know about me Commander Ren.” You inspected it for any damage, you barely used it but took care of it. “May I see it?” He held out hand, you hesitated a moment before you carefully placed it in his hand. Kylo inspected the handle before activating it,  swinging it a few times. “It’s very old, but an amazing quality.” “It was my mothers, I don’t know how she got it.” Kylo deactivated it again and handed it over “You know how to use it?” You nodded “my guard told me some things about sword fighting.” “That’s not the same. But if you want, I can show you how to use it?” “Yeah. I would like that.” The commander looked around your room “Was there a reason you walked into that room Commander?” He turned back to you "I was actually looking for you.” “Why was that.” “This may sound a little and I know neither of us wants this, but I still would like to do it the proper way.” Kylo got down on one knee and pulled out a ring “Princess Y/n of Y/P will you marry me?” “It would be my honour Commander Ren, on one condition.” You were so done with the courtesy’s, and it would be exhausting to continue that while they were married “You name it you Highness.” “You stop it with the courtesy’s it’s Y/N just Y/N no princess or your highness or whatever more you may think off. "If you just call me Kylo, Y/N.” A small formed his face, a genuine smile, the first she had seen since he arrived. You hadn’t seen one smile so genuine all week, you couldn’t help your thought from drifting off. 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Blog #2: Deleting States

06/01/2021

Greetings from the south of bumble fuck. Currently, we are driving through farmlands longer than the naked eye could see.

Driving into Washington D.C., you can feel the power of the city oozing through the beloved Brads and Chads.

From D.C. we drove directly into Tennessee which was a five hour stretch of flat land. We were greeted by an army of confederate flags right off of the state boarder line. I guess they did not get the memo that it is the 21st century. However, this makes sense since they all still have their Trump 2020 flags flying.

From Tennessee we landed in the lovely Little Rock Arkansas, where the human population is outnumbered by cows alone.

Now we’re in Amarillo, Texas for the night on our way to Santa Fe, New Mexico for a three-day rest from driving.

Throughout the last week, I can’t say much self-discovery was made (other than Nashville taking a serious toll off my life). Fresh out of a two-month bender due to college coming to an end, and I still can’t wrap my head around the amount of alcohol consumption that takes place in a day alone there.

The Who’s, the What’s, the Where’s, the When’s and the How’s are all very different from life in New York, I am still trying to figure out if this is a good thing or not.

Who

Who do you think you are…?

In D.C. that is just the question everyone is asking themselves. If you are not walking around in business casual, you’re a tourist.

Brads and Chads swarm the streets, and I say that in a literal sense…

Story Time: Mary, Maya and I had reached ‘E’ on our energy levels after seeing some amazing monuments in the heart of D.C. Anyway, we stopped at the closest bar and grill we could find for a beer and some appetizers… little did we know those don’t exist in D.C. and we ended up in this high-class cigar lounge that advertised themselves as an American Tavern. Inside we had the pleasure of eavesdropping on a conversation Chad was having with the waitress. His buddy Tyler, a regular there, was name dropped five times in a 3-minute conversation about how he took home some banging hot girls’ from there the week before. Naturally, he came back to host a business meeting there with some major clients, ordering the finest cigars and drinks for the table. Some business meeting I’d say. It’s too bad we didn’t stay long enough to see how that night turned out…

The people and the city know the power they hold, considering they live in the capital of the country. How ironic that the capital was our first stop.

It is hard to know what the city was like before this past year, but they incorporated a lot of great Black Lives Matter art throughout, including a massive mural on the street in front of the White House as well as a street named after the movement.

It was a tough pill to swallow still seeing a majority of homeless men being colored. A heartwarming interaction happened while walking through the park where majority of the homeless slept. There was a white man handing out care packages to them filled with water bottles, sandwiches and granola bars. He was able to hand out multiple to each person in the park.

The culture shock was extremely different heading from D.C. to Nashville. Both cities, have polar opposite intensions.

Nashville was filled with 99% of tourists that were there for the weekend or had already overstayed their welcome. Even our receptionist was from Westchester, New York.

We got to meet some really cool people and some great bands. We even became weekend groupies for two bands and ended up bar hopping with them.

Our new friends, Gabby and Autumn, showed us a great local experience. They were residents of Nashville; however, Autumn was born in Colorado and Gabby was from Portland. They took us to some other great bars that night, and we got to pick their brains on the cool spots to see in their hometowns, since we will be stopping there later on in trip.

Sweet Leah Music, was the best band to be groupies for this weekend. Being that we were the only non-country music fans in Nashville, this band blessed us with their southern rock and roll vibe. Playing by request, we were able to live our best lives through their amazing soulful sounds. With drinks in all their hands throughout their set, we were blessed with their hilarious and relatable toasts. My favorite: “This one is for the ladies. They love us in leather, they love us in lace, but they love us best when we sit on their face!”

What

What happened last night…

Hitting two large cities and two small layover cities, we got to see a lot about each place through museums and bars.

D.C. was filled with history on history, presented in some of the most beautiful ways. Our founding fathers and all those big guys walked those streets. You can’t really miss it either. Each road is named after a president or an iconic moment in history (just in case you missed the massive landmarks).

Nashville being the music central, was filled with great museums and of course the most insane bars with live music and voices of angels.

The Musicians Hall of Fame Museum was an interactive experience for all ages to enjoy. We were able to make beats and play with all these dope instruments.

The Johnny Cash Museum was filled with his memorabilia down to his report cards from grade school. I never knew anything about this man, and now I could tell you his favorite color. It really was a well-stocked museum.

The bars held my heart, besides the hole they burned in my pockets. They don’t warn you about the toll this place takes on your mental and physical well-being. Mentally, I hit an all-time high, overdosing on serotonin while head banging to every song I knew.

Oh, and did I mention I rode the bull… no bullshit! I full-on rode the fuck out of a mechanical bull in a karaoke bar. That killed my physical being… four days later and it still feelings like I got gangbanged by Shrek and his posse.

In Little Rock, Arkansas we had the pleasure of attending the most depressing zoo ever. We only stayed a night there and left the following morning for Amarillo, TX, but thought it would be nice to see something signifying during our short layover. With all museums being closed because of the “four-day weekend”, the zoo was the only thing open. We got there just in time for the monkey show!! The lovely chimpanzees gave us front row entertainment to their 69ing!! Full X-rated animal porn, even got to see some fingers in buttholes.  

To make the trip in Arkansas even more complimentary, we had the best welcoming gift! A giant pile of vomit in front of the restaurant we ate at… shoutout to the random man that screamed watch out two inches before I stepped in it. Needless to say, we still ate there… 4/10 would recommend to a friend. The vomit and ambulance sitting out front really gave it this phenomenal aesthetic!

Where

Where’s our car dude…

The City of D.C. is filled with great architecture and beautiful monuments. The World War II monument was a full body experience, views at every angle you turn your head.

The White House on the other hand is extremely overrated, I had to pull out a $20 bill to make sure I was staring at the correct white building.

Nashville is the other capital we were lucky enough to see, the capital of binge drinking.

Sitting downtown for the first time, I acquired lockjaw from the insanity that just casually strolled down the block.

Party bus after party bus… each getting more outrageous than the next. First was the peddle yourself bar on wheels, then came your classic roofless school bus with a nice amp and a small bar in the back of the bus. Then came your large tractor carrying a large wagon of drunks, I thought I had seen it all. Lastly, the ultimate party bus then approached us; a massive roofless party bus with smoke machines, disco lights and three large amps blasting music louder than the bars. Oh, but wait there is more… Just when you thought it couldn’t get better, a bus with a hot tub come strolling down the street, bitches in bikinis… what in the world.

This was the land of drunk people on buses screaming at the other drunk people that were landbound.

When

When does the bar close….

This was the most driving we will be doing, deleting states like it’s our business.

A whopping seven days ago we were in New York, now we out here in New Mexico.

What’s next to come is the long stays? Hiking camping and so much more :)

Why

Why the face…

Still not sure, there was not much time for “self-discovering” between getting plastered at bars and driving hours on end to conquer this mother fucking country.

The worst part is I had some crazy revelation last night but was too exhausted to get up and write it down and now it’s gone. Like Maya says, “If it was good enough it’ll come back,” let’s hope I haven’t completely smoked out my brain and I can come to it again.  

I would have to say I would go back to Nashville again but with my posse, there is a great number of things to do with groups of people there, and I need a new mentality when I return… And a new liver.

How

How about no…

Splitting up the distance in driving we have all equally drove around 10 hours since the trip started.

It is not horrible, having two other people in rotation to keep you occupied helps a lot. It seems the rotation is: drive five hours, then your co-pilot will take over and the person snoozing in the back become the co-pilot.

Road Trip Tip: Down south people really drive the speed limit, there is no complimentary 10 over as New Yorkers do it.

Bottom Line

We are on the road again, just trying to find a place to fall in love with. So far New York still has the most beautiful scenic drives… that Hudson Valley hits different.

Accents are changing, people are friendlier, and time is moving WAY to fast… how has it already been a full week :/

Onto the next…