Need Her #BAD

tell me not, ellabs and appledash are the same

𝑦𝑒𝑠٫𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 ♚

knight!ellie x princess!reader

𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

cw: 18+ mdni // era-typical misogyny, fem!reader, masculine!ellie, dom + switch!reader, sub + switch!ellie, oral, finger & face f*cking, general rough treatment, mommy k!nk, slight dub con // not totally proofread

an: this is so completely self indulgent, it just came to me after I watched a tv show and I wanted to write something filthy lmfao! this is my first time writing full length smut so pls be nice :) anyway happy reading - sincerely, sugar ✧˖° ⚔️

You had your sights set on her from the very beginning.

You met Dame Ellie Williams for the first time at the annual military ball. Your father, was promoting his best soldiers to the royal guard, and for the first time ever one of the lucky chosen few was a woman. She was gorgeous, lean and built with lithe muscle. Jaw sharper than her sword and kind eyes like sea glass. She was last in line to have her uniform pinned with the family crest and after greeting both of your parents, her eyes landed on you. Her face inflamed and the easy going charm she had with the King and Queen melted instantly. Her bow was off kilter and when she kissed your gloved hand you swore you could hear the faintest whimper fall from her lips after they connected with the silk.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” She said shakily as she straightened, still not meeting your eye.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You said, and at the sound of your voice Ellie felt something flutter inside her.

You just had to have her.

Unfortunately she was assigned to your fathers security detail soon after the ball, one of the few guards trusted to escort him to and from the palace, ensuring his safe return to his wife and only daughter. But that simply wouldn’t do. You only saw Ellie a few times a month- at dinners over foreign affairs or at jousting tournaments, where she stood guard looking handsome and stoic, too far away from you for your liking.

You set out on a mission to have her…promoted. You wanted her in your bed, between your thighs and the only way to get her to break her discipline and her decorum, was to have her by your side without fail, every single day.

It was a late summer evening when you began the first phase of your plan. You needed to get your parents attention, force them to have a reason to assign you a personal guard. You needed to do something big, something that broke almost every royal decree of protocol. A late night rendezvous with some friends at the tavern in nothing but your nightgown sufficed. Half the royal guard was sent out to search for you when your handmaiden found your bed empty that morning. When your fathers men finally found you, dancing on the bartop in the tiniest of silk slips with a pint in both hands, your parents were not best pleased.

The lecture you received was mind numbing. You’d acted out before but this behavior was ‘not becoming of a princess’ and your parents were appalled.

“Perhaps we need to find someone to look after you.” Your mother suggested, manicured fingers rubbing her temple to relive the stress fueled tension there.

“Mother, no! I’m not a child!” You complained, knowing that the more you pushed back, the firmer they’d be.

“You sure seem to have a penchant for acting like one!” Your father sighed angrily. “You can have your pick of the newly appointed guardsmen.”

“Father, if I have to have some glorified babysitter watch my every move I don’t want it to be some strange man from the guard!”

“She does have a point my love” you mother said, touching the King’s arm fondly.

Your father let out an exhausted sigh. “Will Dame Williams suffice? She is of top rank…and a woman, I suppose.”

You tried your best to control your excitement. “That will do just fine.”

Your father nodded with finality and dismissed you to your wing of the castle.

And that is how you wound up with Ellie at the door to your bedchambers every morning. You become quick friends, after you wore her down of course. She was trained to be hardened, always on the look out for danger. But overtime she’d grown to have a soft spot for you. You’d finally gotten her to see you as a friend and not just a job. She felt bad that you were cooped up in the castle, being bred for marriage and motherhood. She was kind to you, and kept you company throughout your days. She was your chess partner, confidant, and escort on many frequent trips to the library.

But you wanted more. You noticed the way she looked at you when she thought you wouldn’t see. How her eyes lingered on your chest when you laughed and how her speech became stuttered and breathy when you touched her arm.

You just needed her too see you differently, less like her friend… more like a lover.

You decided that it was finally time for phase two. You needed to break her, but first she needed to be worked up, to a point she couldn’t return from.

You told Ellie you needed to rest, and take an afternoon nap in the comfort of your bed. Of course she needed to stay and protect you, so you begged her to stand right outside your bedroom door and make sure no one interrupted you. Ellie, oblivious as always, readily agreed and stood post.

What she didn’t know was that you weren’t sleeping, no. You stripped down to your chemise and settled yourself upon your grand bed. You thought of her green eyes and strong thighs and slowly started to trail your finger down to your already dripping core. You pressed a finger to that sensitive bundle of nerves and started a slow, easy rhythm. You imagined what she would taste like, what she’d feel like beneath you and you couldn’t help the sounds that dripped from your lips.

“Ellie,” you whined into your cushion.

You gripped your chest with you other hand, pulling and twisting your nipples until they stiffened to peaks. You pressed a finger into your tight hole and couldn’t control the loud moan that fled your mouth.

On the other side of the door Ellie’s attention was instantly grabbed. She pressed her ear to the wood, not sure if you were calling out to her by accident in your sleep or because there was danger nearby. You moaned again and Ellie discovered that neither of the former were true: there was no danger and you weren’t sleep talking either. Her cheeks burst into a crimson flame as she realized what you were up to. You cried her name out again, muffled by the pillows as you added a second finger and Ellie gripped the doorframe so tight she feared she would splinter the oak trim. She was wracked with inner turmoil: she felt so guilty that she could hear you, but the sounds you were making- the fact that you wanted her, it was all too much. She could feel a dampness grow between her thighs at your siren call. But no- she had to control herself. Ellie willed her feet to carry her across the room, and she sat down stiffly on one of the settees in the receiving room, and forced herself not to intrude on your personal time. But your hypnotic call only grew louder. When you finally climaxed, Ellie heard it loud and clear, and when you left your bedroom for dinner you noticed a lovely blush on on the knight’s freckled cheeks.

You were sad that Ellie hadn’t burst into your bedroom to catch you in the act, but you had expected her to be this stubborn. You would just have to entrap her another way.

You gave her many excuses to see your body in questionable states of undress. You would frequently dismiss your lady’s maid and make Ellie help you get ready- instructing her on how to lace up your corset just right as you elegantly held your hair up.

“Like this, your highness?”

“Mhm. A little tighter, Ellie.” You’d whisper. You could here the hitch in her breath and it excited you beyond belief. She’d yank the laces harder and you’d brace yourself with a grunt against your vanity. “You can go harder, you won’t hurt me.”

Ellie swore under her breath and pulled again.

Once you were fully dressed you’d twirl for her, ask her opinion on your new dress and watch her stutter her way through a compliment as she tried her damn hardest not to ogle the tantalizing swell of your breasts in that godforsaken corset.

Other times you would force her to escort you to the palace kitchen in the middle of the night, claiming that you were “feeling a bit hungry, and longed for something sweet.”

Ellie would advise you that it wasn’t safe to roam the palace at night, even with her there to watch over you. But you’d beg and beg, and she just couldn’t say no to you. You wouldn’t bother to cover up, you would just slide a thin robe over your slip dress and pop your slippers onto your feet.

You held Ellie’s arm as you talked her ear off, playing with the fastening on her uniform as you strolled through the castle’s maze like hallways.

Once you made it to the kitchen you glided from place to place, finding fruit or old pastries to add to your plate.

“Did you like serving in the military, Ellie?” You asked, chopping up a few strawberries.

“Of course,” she answered immediately, “it was an honor to serve my country.”

“But didn’t you ever get lonely- those cold barracks, no one to keep you company. No one to keep you warm.” You offered her a chunk of fruit from the end of the knife. She bit it off gently and chewed, not meeting your eyes.

“I had rum and a blanket.” Ellie deadpanned, before rolling her eyes playfully- avoiding the question. But then you licked some strawberry juice off of your finger and she stopped smiling. Her eyes followed the path of your tongue and you watched her ball her fist, a pitiful attempt at self control. Oh, how you loved to toy with her.

But of course, she didn’t take the bait. “We should… be getting back, your highness. Finish up assembling your plate so I can escort you to your bedchamber.”

It was a chilly night, a storm was raging outside your windows snd you were starting to give up hope. Ellie still hadn’t cracked and you were growing tired of this game you two were playing. It was her day off, so you were already bored out of your mind, missing her as well, and anxious as thunder roared outside your window. It was well past sunset when a knock sounded at your door. When you pulled it open you were surprised to see Ellie, hair dripping and lips glistening with rain water.

“Ellie, oh God, what happened to you!”

“There’s flooding outside the castle. The servants basement quarters are too dangerous to stay in so your father called in all the guard to assist in relocating the palace staff.”

“Oh no! Is everyone alright?”

Ellie gave a small smile at your concern and touched you arm comfortingly. “Everyone is safe and sound, princess. The King has offered the guest rooms up to them and we’ve scrounged up some extra cots.”

“Thank goodness.” You sighed in relief.

“Your mother just wanted me to inform you, so… I’ll be on my way. Goodnight, your highness.”

“It’s still too dangerous to go home Ellie! What wing of the castle are you staying in?”

She gives you a sheepish grin, “most of the rooms are full. There are mothers with children that need those beds. I was just going to find a chair to pass out in.”

You lips parted in shock. “Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m allowing that when I have a perfectly fine bed right in here.” You grabbed her arm and pulled her into your rooms, slamming the door behind you.

“Your highness I couldn’t possibly-“ Ellie began shaking her head vigorously. In doing so, she flung a few water droplets on you and you shrieked, giggling as you backed away.

“Nonsense. Just sit here while I get you a towel!” You told her, depositing her in front of your fireplace.

You returned with blankets, towels and the leftovers from your dinner, which you’d taken in your bedroom tonight. You handed her the uneaten baguette as you layed the blankets down in front of the fire. You tossed a few cushion on the floor as well, for extra coziness.

“Shoes,” you said, gesturing for Ellie to hand her soaking boots over to you. She sighed, knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer and started unlacing them. Once off, you put them close to the hearth to dry off.

Ellie looked beautiful in front of the fire. You’d never seen her hair down, and the aubern locks glowed in the low light. The flames cast shadows on her sculpted face and you were reminded of just how handsome she was.

“Please join me,” Ellie said, drawing you out of your admiration, “I feel guilty taking all the warmth for myself.”

You dropped down beside her, and she opened up the blanket around her shoulders too you. You readily curled into her and she draped the ends of it over you.

“Are you comfortable? All dry?” You questioned, still worried that she would catch cold.

“I’m all good, princess.” You nodded and layed your head on her shoulder.

“You’re so kind to help all those people, Ellie.”

She shook her head, “just doing my job your highness.”

“I know, I know but still. You’re so good. And selfless. That’s why- that’s why I like you so much…you’re very dear to me.”

Ellie sat upright, looking down at you bewildered, “you like me??”

You rolled your eyes and shoved her, “seriously! this cannot be news to you.”

But Ellie looked so confused, her brows furrowed adorably and you found yourself laughing out loud.

“I’ve wanted you ever since the military ball all those months ago!”

“I thought you’d were just…lusting after me,” she spluttered, “I thought you would eventually move on. I didn’t know you had…feelings. Real ones.”

You clutched her cheeks in your hands desperately, “Ellie of course I have real feelings. You are the kindest, most brave, most gorgeous person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. I’d be a fool not to.” You touched your forehead to hers and Ellie’s gaze was glued to your plush lips, as were yours to hers.

“Your highness…we can’t.” She whispered, voice strained.

“Please, ellie. Don’t deny me any longer.”

She groaned and screwed her eyes shut, weighing her options.

She could have you and lose her title.

Or not and be miserable for eternity.

You, of course, made the decision for her when you surged forward and claimed her lips as yours. When she felt the softness of your moth against hers all the logic in Ellie’s head flew right out. She slid her hands down your waist and gripped you tightly, pulling you to her.

You pulled away first, breathless- “I want you. Right here, right now.”

“Fuck,” ellie cursed and pulled you back into her.

You mount her, straddling her lap and pushing a hand down on her chest. Ellie’s head lands on a mass of pillow with a ‘thump’ and she gazes up at you in surprise. There was no time for softness, no time to pretend to be the demure, innocent princess. You’d waited far too long and you knew what you wanted.

You pulled your silk sleep dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. Ellie’s cheeks burned at the sight of your bare chest and you grinned at her reaction.

“Christ.” She choked out, immediately bringing her shaking hands up to your body, “can I? Please?”

You smiled down at her and nodded. She pressed her palms to you breasts and you both moaned at the feeling. Her roughened hands felt perfect on your skin, just as you’d imagined. Soon Ellie replaced her hands with her mouth and you drag your hips down into hers as she sucked a nipple into her mouth.

“God- fuck, Ellie just like that, sweetheart.” She whined into your chest at the pet name and you laughed. “Such a talented mouth on you, baby. Want to put it to good use for me?” She nodded her head eagerly and released your breast with a pop, lips still shiny and wet.

You smoothly slid off her and layed down against the soft blankets. You then touched a single finger to your dripping core, beckoning her over with the other hand. Ellie scrambled over to you, positioning herself between your thighs.

“Lie on your stomach for me,” you instructed and she immediately lowered herself down. You liked how well she followed instructions, and loved how little it took for her to submit to you. “Good girl, Ellie.” The knight groaned and rested her cheek against your thigh, like she couldn’t handle your praise.

You reached down and ran your hands through her hair, scratching gently at her scalp and she whined again at your touch. “I want you to make me come, okay?”

“I can do that,” she said eagerly, “I’ll do anything. Just- please let me touch you. Please.” She ran a finger down your clothed slit and you shivered.

“No, baby I want you to use your mouth. Only your mouth.” You sighed, trying your hardest not to buck your pussy up into her touch. “Now take my panties off. No hands.”

Ellie nodded then lowered her mouth to your hips and hooked her teeth around the lacy fabric, before pulling it down you thighs. When she finished she looked up at you expectantly, and you realized she was waiting for your permission to taste you. You almost came at the thought- she was such well trained soldier. You’d have to send a thank you note to the head general.

The first swipe of Ellie tongue sent shockwaves through you. She ate you like she was starved and you were a delicacy. She took your sensitive bud into her mouth and sucked once, then twice and you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck- Ellie! Keep going, doing so g-good.”

She doubled down on her ministrations , gripping your hips in her big hands. She slid one of your thighs over her shoulder and pressed you impossibly closer. You couldn’t handle the pleasure. You’d never felt anything this good and you could’ve cried at the feeling. And you did, a few stray tears leaked out of your eyes as Ellie thrust her to tongue down into your entrance. You were getting closer by the second. You gripped Ellie’s hair in your hands and pushed her mouth into you roughly. She moaned into your core and the vibrations made you buck up into her wanting mouth- which felt heavenly. You began dragging your clit across Ellie’s tongue, selfishly using her pretty little mouth to get off.

Ellie was surprised at how aroused she became at your aggressive treatment. She’d been with many girls in her day, but none of them ever as bold as you. Before she knew it her hips were grinding down into the pillows below her, trying to find even a morsel of relief. Ellie whined into your cunt, and you groaned at the feeling, “I know, baby. I know- I’m just- I’m so close. FUCK! Just a bit longer, mommy’s almost there.”

You looked down at her- and she was beautiful: hair messy, cheeks flushed, hands limp on your hips as you used her. It was that image that sent you free falling over the edge, tumbling to your climax.

You release your grip on Ellie’s hair and she fell against your thigh, gasping for air and whimpering in pleasure.

You stroked her hair and cooed at her as you came down from your orgasm, the cool air of the room hitting your abused cunt just right.

Ellie finally sat up, after taking a few moments to catch her breath- her cheeks and chin smeared with the evidence of your orgasm.

“Was- was it good? Did I do good job?” She asked shyly.

“Yes, you made me feel so good!” You told her, pressing kiss after kiss to her wet face. She blushed even harder and dropped her head down onto your shoulder. “I’d like to return the favor now, darling. If that’s okay with you?”

Ellie’s breath hitched and she gripped your hand. “I’ve never had anyone- in that way. I’ve only ever touched women. They… usually don’t touch me.”

You frowned at her confession, saddened that she’d never received the pleasure she deserved. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

You watched her ponder your offer, and then she shook her head yes. “Alright. But maybe- just your fingers please. For now.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

You lay her down gently against the pillows, and kissed her forehead, then her lips. You could taste yourself on her tongue and that sent you reeling. You kissed your way down her neck, stopping at her chest. “Can I take this off of you?” You asked, tugging at her uniform top.

She nodded and you smiled, unbuttoning it quickly.

“So fucking pretty,” you whispered under your breath as you pressed your mouth to Ellie’s chest. She cradled your head as you left bruises on the swell of her breasts.

You bite the skin of her toned stomach and continue your conquest. You look up at her, silently asking permission to remove her trousers and she nods, biting the insides of her cheek in anticipation. You tug her bottoms and undergarments off until she’s laid bare for you and you admire the glorious curves of her strong body.

You stroke a single finger against her wet heat and she’s instantly mess, head thrown back, stomach clenching at the intensity of her pleasure. You played with her a little, pinching her lips and cupping her pussy, and Ellie sobbed at your touch. You just loved to watch her break- she was so pliant beneath you and the power trip sent a thrill down your spine.

You pressed a finger inside of her and Ellie keened, clutching your wrist with tears in her eyes. You felt her clench around you and you groaned at the sensation. “Think you can handle another finger, my love?” You asked, after a particularly rough thrust.

“Give me more- please, I can- fuck! I can take it.”

You smirked down at her, “you’d take anything I give you, huh?”

“Yes!” She cried, at the feeling of another one of your fingers stretching her out.

You continued fucking her, one hand inside of her tight heat and the other sweetly caressing her cheek. You caught her falling tears with your lips as you kissed her freckles. “That’s it baby. Doing so good. My brave girl.”

Ellie writhed underneath you and you smiled.

“M’close.” She cried tearfully.

You took in her wrecked form and decided she could handle more. You pressed yet another finger up into her, curling your digits until every thrust was hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. Ellie jackknifed off the floor, curling into herself at how good it felt. You pressed a delicate hand to her abdomen to keep her down as you continued thrusting your fingers into her.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” You asked her, stilling your pace inside her. Ellie whimpered at the lack of stimulation, bright green eyes snapping open to look at you, pleading for release.

“Oh God- yes.” She whispered, breathing so heavily her breasts jumped with her jerky, desperate movements.

“Please, what?”

“Please, your highness! P-please- I can’t. I need-”

You thrust back into her in one swift motion and Ellie cried out, instantly clenching down around you and trapping your hand in a vice grip between her thighs. She looked beautiful when she came, open and wanting, skin glowing from the firelight. Set ablaze, inside and out.

You soothed your knight through the aftershocks of her orgasm with gentle touches. When she finally stopped trembling you eased her back against the pillows, pulling a quilt over the both of you. She curled her body around you, still trying to protect you even in her ravaged state.

The fire was dying, but the room still held a warm and bright glow.

“Thank you, Ellie- for this.” You whispered.

She smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair, slinging her arm around your torso and pulling you to her chest. “The pleasure is all mine, princess.”

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paige bueckers x gf!reader texts pt.3

everytime a thought pops into my head or i get bored i make these idk. anyway yes this is me distracting everyone from the fact that i still haven’t updated mission jealousy

omg stella telling her brothers she’s starting an only fans as a prank!! they would kill her

౨ৎ it’s just a prank!

﹕─┈ pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor. w; Stella being a little goofy and her brothers are being protective. wc; 2.6k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( omg nonnie you are a genius, I had so much fun writing this !!! So sorry it took so long for me to get out. I hope you guys enjoy it !!! )

°. — ( in no way am I meaning to offend anyone who does do only fans or anything like that, by writing Stella’s brothers not being supportive of her doing only fans. I hope that makes sense )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

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Stella was laying in her bed ⸺ well technically the guest bed in the guest room in her brother's jack and Luke's apartment. She was having her annual visit, and it was the time of day where her brothers were both napping, and she wasn't in the mood to go out by herself. She was honestly feeling quite bored not having her brothers around to annoy, that's why she was aimlessly scrolling through TikTok. But her boredom was quickly healed when she watched the latest TikTok lily sent her, a mischievous smile forming on her lips as her mind already formed a plan. 

Stella swiftly slipped out of bed and grabbed her hoodie and put it over her tank top before leaving the room. She heard the faint sound of her brother's voice coming from the kitchen, she could tell that they just woke up from their tone. Both of her brother's heads turned to her as she walked into the kitchen, Luke giving her a tired smile as Jack just groaned and rested his head on the cold island counter they were sitting at. “Can you grab us the milk?” Jack groaned tiredly and Stella rolled her eyes but got the milk for them, nonetheless, setting the carton next to the box of cereal the two were about to destroy. 

Stella pulled out a box of fruit snacks and set them on the counter, only using that as a distraction so she could prop up her phone to film them without them seeing it. She started the video and gave the camera a wink before she turned around and faced her brothers who were shoveling cereal into their mouths. Stella leaned back against the counter and asked, “Can one of you drive me too best buy?” 

 “Sure! What do you need at best buy?” Luke was quick to agree, wanting to spend more time with his little sister, Jack looked at Stella curious on what she needed at best buy, he was about to open his mouth to offer to give her his card, but she was already talking. “Oh! I need to get a ring light, i left mine at home.” 

“Why do you need a ring light?” Jack askes with a confused frown. Stella had to stop her lips from curling up into a smile at the genuine confusion, oh her poor brothers have no idea what they're getting into. Stella gave her brothers a smile and tries her best to sound as calm as she could as she speaks “Oh i need one to film my new only fans video and i left mine at home.”  

Stella bit her lip and turned to face the counter, pretending to do things, knowing that she would not be able to face her brothers without bursting out into laughter. The camera perfectly got both of her brothers' reactions. Luke choked on his cereal in shock and started coughing. Jack dropped his spoon in his bowl as his body went still in shock as he looked at the back of his little sister's head. 

“What did you just say?” Jack asked his sister, hoping that he and Luke heard wrong. There was no way she was serious ⸺ she couldn't be. Stella let out a quiet breath and tried to collect herself before turning around to face her brothers. She turned back around to face her brothers, holding everything in so she wouldn't laugh, she gives them a smile pretending to be unbothered “I need to get a ring light so i can film my on⸺” 

“We heard you!” Luke quickly cut Stella off after catching his breath from his fit of coughs, he shook his head in disgust he did not want to hear his sister repeat it. Jack looks at his sister in fear and shakes his head no, repeatedly muttering no under his breath. Poor boy was stressed. “Stella, you can't be serious! You can't have only fans” Jack nearly shouted as he placed both of his hands on the island counter. 

“And you sure as hell can't film your . . . your videos in our guest bedroom” Luke scoffs his face twisted in disgust, he did not need to know this about his sister, and he did not need to think of what she could be doing in their guest bedroom. “Gross” Jack whined in disgust at his younger brother's words. 

“Why not I really need the money” Stella did her best to frown, giving her brothers her puppy eyes that she knew always worked in her favor, but this time it was different, they were not going to fall for it. Jack's eyes nearly pop out of his sockets at his sister's revelation, she was doing this because she needed money? He quickly reached into his pocket for his wallet while Luke questioned her in shock “Money? Your doing this for money?” 

“Obviously” stella giggled with a shrug of her shoulder, gently biting her lip to hold in her laughter when she sees Luke hold his head in his hands and jack hold out his wallet for her “Here take my wallet, buy whatever you want as long as you delete your account.” 

“Awee you're going to buy my ring light for me?” Stella playfully cooed as she reached for the wallet, very much enjoying messing with her brothers. Luke's eyes widen and he quickly snatches Jack's wallet before she could grab it, over his dead body. Luke scoffs at the audacity “Neither of us are going to sponsor your bad decisions.” 

“Oh, trust me i don't need any more sponsors” stella stated as she tried her best to sound innocent and oblivious. Luke's mouth dropped in shock and Stella was sure she was going to see steam coming out of Jack's ears any second now. Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket with a mission “Thats it I'm calling Quinn, he can talk some sense into your delusional ass self.” 

Stella’s eyes widen and she quickly grabs jacks' phone out of his hands before he could get the chance to call their eldest brother, she also wanted to pull this prank on Quinn when she comes to visit, and she wasn't going to have them ruin that even though she wasn't really looking forward to it. Stella quickly shouted when she noticed the two heated stares from her brothers “Wait! Wait! It's just a prank!” 

Neither of her brothers believed her until she broke out into a fit of giggles and turned around to grab her phone, lifting it up and showing them that they were being filmed. A loud laugh leaves her lips at the sight of her brother's reaction to her phone. Both of their shoulders sag in relief and Jack drops his head onto the island counter and lets out a loud groan of annoyance, while Luke just crosses his arms and glares at his sister. Yes, he was relieved that it was all fake, but his heart was almost beating out of his chest from the stress she just put him through. 

Stella gives the camera a small smile before stopping it, she slides it into her pocket and clears her throat and gives both of her brothers an awkward smile. She could tell that they both were a little upset from the prank. Stella tries her best to sound enthusiastic as she asks her two now grumpy brothers “Who wants to help me plan out the same prank for quinny!” 

Now that got a smile on both of their lips . . . 

Now Stella was way more nervous to pull the prank on quinn than she was with Jack and Luke. Quinn was different. She knew it was just a prank, but she was still scared to see Quinn’s reaction. She was honestly going to blow the whole prank off, but she was starting to get annoyed by the many texts from an impatient Jack asking her if she's done it yet. Not only was she nervous to do it, but there was also just not a good time for her to do it yet. 

She has been busy almost every day, going out with her brother almost every day, Elias and Brock joining them. She was having a great time, so she really didn't want to ruin it by pranking her older brother by making him believe she was starting an only fans account. But she said she would, and Stella doesn't go back on her word. Ever.  

Stella quickly glanced at her brother who was focusing on the video game he was playing on the living room tv. They were spending the day inside, neither of them wanting to go out during the hot day. Stella discretely sets up her phone against a pillow next to her, her phone getting a good view of both of the siblings who're sitting next to each other. 

Stella lets out a nervous sigh before quickly starting the video and leans back on the couch, letting her phone get a great view of both of their side profiles. Quinn was leaning forward with his arms on his knees and a controller in his hand. Stella sat Criss cross on the couch and tilted her head to look at quinn as she spoke “Quinn i have to tell you something.” 

“Hmm yeah, what is it?” Quinn quickly glanced back and forth from his sister and the tv a few times before settling his gaze back on the tv. Stella nervously bit her lip for a second, quickly glancing at the camera before looking back at her brother. She spoke calmly “I think I'm going to start an only fans.” 

Quinn physically recoiled in shock at his sister's words, and the both of them were surprised that his neck didn't snap with how fast it turned to her. The controller dropped out of his hand and hit the rug covered floor. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not believing the words coming out of his sister's mouth “Excuse me?” 

“I’m thinking of  ⸺ “ 

“Why the fuck are you thinking about that?” Quinn asked in a sharp tone as he fully twisted his body to face her. Stella felt her lips twitch up at how high his tone got; it always did when he was upset. Stella pursed her lips before she could smile and ruin the prank, she continued to speak calmly “A lot of people have asked me  ⸺ “ 

“Who the fuck is asking you that?” Quinn questioned stella, his tone angry as he thought of people trying to convince his little sister to start an account, fucking perves his hissed in his mind. No! Quinn was not going to let this happen. She must not be thinking straight, he continued to think. 

“You’d be surprised, apparently I'd make a lot of money!” Stella pretends to be excited at the thought, even giving Quinn a smile. Oh, he's so going to kill me, Stella thought to herself as she watched her brother's concerned expression turn into anger. Quinn shook his head in disbelief, bringing his hand up to rub at his temples as he closed his eyes, a sigh of stress leaving his lips before he opened his eyes and looked back at his sister. 

“Estella, you are 19 years old! You should still be playing with your barbies or somethin!” 

“The minimum age is eighteen . . . I’ve been researching it” Stella hummed as she nodded, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling at the dramatic exhale he let out.

“Oh, is that right” quinn muttered sarcastically under his breath, he didn't know how to approach the situation. He definitely did not agree with the idea of Stella doing that, but he also didn't want her to feel like he was judging her or was disappointed in her . . . but he knew it was a little late for that from his reaction. Quinn let out another sigh before speaking much more calmly “Stella . . . is this really something you want to do?” 

“I think so” she mumbled, starting to feel bad from how stressed he looked. 

“Well, I um . . . all I ask is that you really think about it okay?” Quinn spoke softly as he reached for Stella's hand, softly squeezing it. Yes, he wanted to forbid her from doing it, but he also didn't want to take her choice away from her, she had to make the choice herself, and he didn't want her to feel embarrassed to talk about things with him. He continued to speak as he locked eyes with Stella “This is a big decision, you know. Once things go on the internet, they never come off. Just really think if this is what you want to do.” 

Stella internally awes at Quinn's words, his initial reaction showed that he did not agree and was not happy with her words, but he calmed down and gave her a mature and sweet response. Quinn lets out a surprised “Oh!” when he feels Stella lunges towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulder for a hug. Quinn is confused for a second, but he quickly returns the hug. Stella squeezes her eyes shut and speaks loud enough for her phone to pick it up “It's just a prank.” 

“What!?” Quinn exclaims as she pulls back from the hug, a giggle leaving Stella's lips at the confused look Quinn gives her. “It's just a prank quinny” Stella gets out between her loud laughter, her head tilting back against the couch. Quinn let out a heavy sigh, his body still tense even with the confession of it being a prank, he had to make sure “So you're not going to make an only fans?” 

“No, I'm not, don't worry!” Stella continues to giggle, her laughter only getting louder when Quinn lets himself lean back on the couch, his hand resting over his fast-beating heart. Quinn shuts his eyes and lets himself calm down, his body relaxing. “Oh, thank god!” 

“Why would you do that stella! Are you trying to kill me?” Quinn quickly shouts as he sits back up, many questions running through his mind. Who gave her the idea to do this? Why would she do this? And do you think I can guilt trip her into cooking dinner? 

“It was Jack's idea!” Stella was quick to throw her brother under the bus, quickly reaching to grab her phone to pause the video before it got too long. Quinn's eyes widen, and a look of betrayal comes across his face at the fact that she videotaped the whole thing. The last thing the camera gets is a shocked Quinn looking over a giggling Stella's shoulder. 

Stella tilts her head to look at her brother who got really quiet, her eyes widening at the glare he was giving her. She noticed a familiar look of mischief in his eyes, and she quickly got up from the couch and rushed down the hallway to hide in the guestroom, just as she closed the door, she heard the sound of his loud footsteps and the sound of him shouting. 

“Estella!” 

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Welcome to the “written” rules of The Super Sim Challenge! First things first, I did not create this challenge! There is a similar challenge called “The Perfect Sim Challenge”, see the challenge rules here, but there is also the Super Sim Challenge done by James Turner on YouTube, which can be found here.

This is PART ONE of at least two parts. With the news of the Sims 4 having packs being released indefinitely, I will be writing the challenge in parts, which is especially helpful so the rules don’t change with every pack. Part one is a big undertaking, so get ready! To keep track of what you have done you can use Jame Turner’s Super Sim Tracker (JT) or you can use the spreadsheet I made for mine. It’ll force you to make a copy for yourself and you can find it here: Super Sim Checklist (Book 1)

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the audios are killing me omg

can you do angsty ellie headcanons? maybe how she reacts in a fight/what makes her angry? or ellie being mean to reader and having to apologize??

a/n: of course!!! this is NOT proofread... and there is some ai audios at the bottom... enjoy!

angry gf ellie

ellie does her absolute best to not get upset with you

like she really does because her mouth is a bitch when she's mad

but sometimes you take things a little too far and ellie has to fight with herself to not lash out at you

"ellie, i wasn't actually flirting with her. i was just trying to tease you." you would say in a worried voice as you watched her pace the room and avoid eye contact with you

"in what fucking world would you think i would like that?" she would spit out, flinching at her own tone

"i jus-" you try and justify it but you know you have pushed her a little too far

she would probably cut you off with the sound of your name, her voice much gentler this time

"can you just go? i need to be alone right now."

ellie is also very good at the silent treatment which drives you crazy

she would avoid you for days after the incident, not wanting to get in a full-fledged fight with you

she keeps imagining you playfully laughing and touching someone else's forearm and it drives her crazy

she doesn't even know why you would do something like that, was she not giving you enough attention?

so she would end up at your door late at night with her foot in your mouth

upon seeing your tired face, probably from the stress she caused you, she would immediately fold (ellie is such a simp it's embarrassing)

she just forgets what she's mad about when looking into your sad eyes, your face already in the palm of her hand

"baby," she would coo

"'m sorry els, it was so stupid. i don't even know why i thought that was a good idea because if you did that to me i would probably lose my mind, so please don't break up with me. i promise it will never-" she would watch as you rambled on but get absolutely thrown by the 'don't break up with me' comment

"hey hey hey, who said anything about breaking up? i was just upset, is all. don't like seeing my girl touching anyone else, yeah? we're okay, i promise." she does her best to reassure you, but when the worried look on your face doesn't go away she decides to press a kiss on your forehead

"you promise?"

"i promise. -- now are you going to invite me in? it's fucking freezing out here!"

ellie only gets angry at the sight of two things: you with another person and you injured

it's why she tries her best to be the only one who goes on patrol with you, but since shifts rotate sometimes you have to go with someone else

and that someone was jesse, who you loved but who ellie hated for you to be on patrol with

she knows what you and jesse are like around eachother (distracted) and you always come back with a few extra scratches when you're out with him

this time you came back on the back of jesse's horse with blood dripping down your forehead

upon seeing you ellie is immediately fuming and running out from the shelter of the stable to help you off the horse

she tries to be gentle in helping you down but she's shaking and your blood has started to drip onto her hand

"what the fuck happened, jesse?" she says in a huff as the men in the stable rush over to help her get you down.

"raiders, they just came out of nowhere." he sighs, hand on his head because he knows he's about to get it from ellie

"they came out of nowhere? or were you just not paying any fucking attention?!" she glared at jesse as you toppled over into her

"c'mon baby, you're okay." she'd press a kiss to your forehead ignoring jesse as she got you to the infirmary

but once you were all stitched up and alert? she was on you in an instant

"you always do this and i tell you every time that one day it's going to cost you your fucking life! and that day was almost today! -- do you know how lucky you are?"

you were just blinking up at her with your eyes wide, it shocked you that when you finally came to you were recieving a lecture from your girlfriend

"ellie, i'm too tired for this."

"oh, you're too tired? imagine how tired i am! how tiring it must be to wait for days not knowing if your girlfriend is dead. but noooo, jesse is just that fucking interesting that you have to risk your life to laugh at his lame jokes."

"what do you want me to do?" at this point you're just trying to get the pounding in your head to stop

"i want you to focus when you are on patrol! act like your life means something!" she's practically begging at this point

"okay."

"okay?"

"anything to stop you yelling at me, i really don't feel good." you say, leaning over to throw up into the closest garbage can

and just like that ellie is your ellie again, she's rushing over to hold your hair and rub your back

when you finish she gets up to throw the trash outside so the room doesn't stink

she hates being mad at you, but she hates upsetting you

"look, about what i said earlier; i'm sorry. i don't know what would happen, what i would do, if i lost you. i didn't mean to take it out on you."

you grab her hand and squeeze it lightly, "i know and i love you."

"i love you more."

but then you're leaning in to give her a kiss and she remembers five minutes ago when you were throwing up everything inside you

"i'll give you a kiss later…after we get those teeth cleaned."

ai audios:

i had more... but there's an upload limit

sweet pea

aaron hotchner x teen!reader, bau team x teen!reader

5 times the team hears about you and the 1 time they actually meet you

cw: fem reader, set over the span of three years, case mentions, broken family unit, hotchner trio, hotch is a swiftie, also refers to his daughter as ‘sweet pea’, team is nosy, eating/food, forehead kisses run the hotchner home

wc: 3.4k

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1. inception

child cases are always rough.

they’re not only extremely sensitive, but they hit emotionally for everyone involved. 

it’s a small town and yet no strong leads. there’s no reason for the case to be as difficult as it is, but every case the team looks into is different.

local p.d. bring in a woman named chancy solace. she was the last one to see the missing boy alive and no one wants to wait around for another death to happen to look for evidence.

hotch was set to do the interview.

he asked basic questions about the missing boy, keeping his voice calm as she recounted her day through tears. they all knew she was innocent, no doubts about it. he was set to finish up after a few moments. it was clear she didn’t know much.

as he went to stand, however, solace had stopped him.

“do you have children, agent hotchner?” her voice was broken.

hotch nods. “i do.”

“how old?”

“my son is 3 and my daughter is 13.”

the air outside the room went stale. everyone on the team knew jack. some had even met him within his first few weeks of life. he was three, that was a fact - but a daughter? not once had hotch mentioned one, let alone one with such a large age gap. jack never rattled about a big sister either.

solace frowned, more tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “then you must understand the guilt i’m feeling right now. can you imagine if you were the last one to see your daughter before she disappeared? how can i possibly have it in me to be a part of this?”

hotch doesn’t want to think about the question she posed, not at all.

“we’re going to find him. it’s going to be alright,” it was a promise, one hotch intended not to break.

he left the room after that. their only known witness wasn’t much help for the case and there was no point in wasting time.

rossi stops hotch before he can walk away.

“why’d you lie?”

there’s no question on what rossi is asking about. it’s profiling 101 that lying to a suspect, no matter innocent or not, could be dangerous.

hotch glanced at his team.

“i didn’t.”

2. first encounter

you’ve had a really, really, really bad day.

from the second you woke up, everything seemed to go wrong. school wasn’t any better and by the end of the day, the only thing you wanted to do was see your dad. he’s your favorite person and a hug from him always reassures you that things will be okay.

you text him before your last class of the day to ask when he’ll be home. if it’s even possible, a deeper frown appears on his face when he tells you no later than six. 

part of you wants to be happy from that response. no later than six means there’s no cases and he’s on top of his files. but after the day you had, you just need someone and waiting nearly four hours for him to get home is less than ideal. 

can i come to the bau?

your text is a shot in the dark. your dad keeps you out of his profession and you’ve never stepped foot in quantico. you just hope he gets some sort of semblance for what's going on if you're asking to come see him.

he responds back seconds later. ‘i’ll send an agent.’

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to get there on your own, there’s even a direct line from the train station closest to your school, but you're still young, only 14, and you know he would feel more comfortable having an agent pick you up.

the next time you check your phone, your dad has sent a message with the name of the agent and instructions on how to prove that it’s him. it’s not him being overprotective, it’s him wanting you to be safe. 

agent anderson is easy enough to spot. you run through the procedures your dad wanted and once you know it’s the right person, you get in the car.

he doesn’t say anything when you shove your earbuds in your ears and shuffle your playlist and you’re thankful for that. you’re especially grateful that he doesn’t ask questions when you bite your lip and swipe away stray tears that have fallen down your face.

music is an outlet for you, an escape, and right now that’s all you wanted to do. 

earbuds remain in your ears as you step into the bau building. anderson leads you through security and gets you a visitors badge. you very faintly hear any of his verbal instructions.

he leaves you once you reach the right floor, pointing through the glass doors to show you where to go. with a smile, he’s gone.

you weigh your options for a moment before walking in. you told your dad you're here but you don’t know where his office is. and right now, you really do not want to deal with anyone else. but with a deep breath, you decide to take your chances and head in.

a child walking into the bau is an automatic red flag, let alone one with puffy eyes and red cheeks, a clear sign of crying.

morgan and j.j. are the first two to stand up, wasting no time in circling their desks to walk to where you stand at the bullpen entrance; j.j.’s mouth already open with an “are you alright?” on the tip of her tongue.

but before they reach you, and before j.j. can speak, hotch is out of his office and moving down the stairs.

he steps in front of them when he faces you, thus shielding you from the prying eyes of the team. you look up at your dad, eyes full of a new wave of tears.

hotch doesn’t hug you then, though he desperately wants to, nor does he explain who you are to the team. instead, he places a strong hand on your shoulder, turning you slightly before guiding you up to his office. the door is shut and the blinds are closed. the two of you are cut off from the others and all of them know not to intrude.

“who was that?” rossi questioned after stepping onto the catwalk. the commotion was noticeable.

“i think we just met y/n.”

3. phone call 

on flights home from cases, what the team does onboard genuinely varies with what time of day it is.

during early morning and late night flights, you can find most of the team asleep, trying to make up for the rest lost in the past few days. anything between that is typically a more active time.

hotch is dealt into a game of poker with the entire team. rossi acts as the dealer claiming he’s “not in the mood to get outsmarted at his favorite game.”

the entire group is laughing and chatting among themselves as they play. there’s no reason not to, it was a successful case - worth the positive mood on the jet.

hotch’s phone ringing cuts through emily’s turn.

he holds his hands up in defense and mumbles a quiet apology.

“hi sweet pea,” hotch barely has time to greet you before he gets cut off with your frantic “did you listen?”

his laugh causes the others to bring their heads up from their cards. a hotch laugh is uncommon, rare.

“i did. we finished up here last night so i listened before i went to bed and finished when i woke up,” he answers your question. 

he waits for your response, already knowing that you want to know his thoughts on the album.

“well,” hotch pauses. “if i’m being honest, i liked it more than fearless.”

j.j. and emily are the only two who have any idea what he’s talking about. a record could be set for how fast their eyes snap to each other once it clicks.

hotch is quiet for a few moments. though no one can make out exactly what you’re saying on the other end, they can hear your muffled rambling.

“yeah yeah, i liked that one too,” hotch agrees. “i think my top two are dear john and haunted, though. her songwriting is incredible in those.”

whatever he means clearly pleases you judging by the content look on his face.

“alright i have to get going,” he starts. “but i have the vinyl reserved at the record store. we can go when i get back? should be home by two.”

you agree without hesitation, several “thank you’s” being repeated. hotch won’t admit it ever to anyone besides you, but he’s excited to hear it on vinyl too. it’s kinda your shared thing.

“i’ll see you when i get home, okay? i love you.”

he hangs up after goodbyes, placing his phone back onto the table before picking up his cards. the silence lingers in the air even after he makes the motion that he’s ready to continue. “what?”

“you listen to taylor swift?”

hotch smiles, a genuine one. “my daughter loves her. have to keep up somehow.”

4. vacation 

when hotch doesn’t show up to work for a week, it takes only the first day for the team to panic. it had been a little over a year and a half since foyet had stabbed hotch and hotch had gone missing. no one was going to take chances when their boss, who typically had perfect attendance, showed up without notice.

rossi and morgan went to strauss at the end of the day. 

their interrogation on hotch’s whereabouts is in good faith, but it doesn’t take a profiler to notice strauss’ sigh at their concerns.

“agent hotchner is on vacation,” she starts. “he should be back next week. until then, i am under orders to not assign a new case unless necessary.”

the agents turn to each other in confusion as they leave. “a vacation? come on rossi, when in all the years of knowing him has hotch ever willingly gone on vacation.”

the older man shrugs. “i don’t know. maybe this’ll be good for him.”

there’s no arguing with that.

when hotch returns the following monday, no one hesitates to notice the change in his physical appearance.

his skin is tanned and he has a slight tinge of sunburn on his nose and cheekbones; a clear sign he went somewhere warm.

“hotch!” emily catches him before he can retreat to his office.

all eyes are on him and he knows it. 

“where were you?” she inquired. 

hotch sighs. “greece.” 

this catches the attention of the other team members in the bullpen. rossi seems to have found an empty chair at j.j.’s desk. even garcia had chosen this exact moment to get a new cup of coffee.

“greece?” emily stutters. “like the european country?”

hotch nods. “that’s the one.” 

morgan whistles. vacations in the bau are fairly uncommon. the looming threat of being called back for a case stops most from planning. even if the timing does work out, no one goes far; let alone out of the country. 

“and you just decided to go there for a casual vacation,” j.j.’s tone isn’t condescending, but rather showing genuine curiosity.

“it’s y/n’s birthday in a few months and she’s always wanted to go,” hotch explains like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “jack’s still a little too young so he stayed with jessica.”

he doesn’t mingle around after that, choosing to head up to his office to get set up after his week away.

“huh,” garcia murmurs. “didn’t take him for a greek island guy.”

“guess that shows just how much he’s wrapped around y/n’s finger.”

5. baked goods

you don’t have school today.

despite that, you still get up early to have breakfast with your brother and dad. once jack is picked up by the bus for school, your dad gets ready for work.

you stay in the kitchen, however, moving the cookies you made last night from one container to the other.

when your dad reappears, you wait for his hands to be empty before posing your question.

“is there any way you can give these to agent rossi?” you practically shove the container into your dad’s hand.

aaron raises an eyebrow. “rossi?”

“you mentioned he was italian,” you wait for a nod of confirmation. “these are canestrelli, they’re an italian cookie. i wanted to know if you could give these to him for a taste test.”

he smiles. “trying to expand your baking horizons?”

you match his expression. “exactly.”

with a kiss to your forehead, your dad is out the door and off to work.

“delivery,” hotch’s tone is steady as he knocks on rossi’s office door.

“from who?”

“y/n,” hotch answers as he sets the container down. “she tried to make canestrelli and wanted your opinion. i’m just the messenger.”

rossi takes the container from hotch. he opens it up before plucking a cookie out and examining it. “looks authentic.” 

if he’s being honest, even if the cookie isn’t good, he’ll still love it.

but it isn’t.

of course it isn’t.

rossi takes one bite and his eyes widen.

“i haven’t had canestrelli this good since the last time i went to italy. tell her she should be very proud and i will be happy to pay for more.”

hotch can’t hide his proud expression. “i will.”

+1 first meeting

you always wait for your dad to get home from work. it’s routine.

plus, you made a promise to jack when you put him to bed that you would send your dad upstairs when he got home.

you bake in the meantime. it’s something to pass the time and you figure having something fresh to eat would be a nice surprise for your dad.

music plays from the record you have spinning. you keep it quiet as to not wake jack up upstairs. he’s not a light sleeper, but you don’t want to disturb his rest.

the side door opens as you're mixing the flour to the batter. tonight’s bake is gingerbread. easy enough to make. 

it surprises you when your dad doesn’t call out a hello. he’s come home this late before when you’re still up and he always makes it a point to greet you. plus, you have music playing. there’s no doubt he can’t hear that.

“dad?” your voice is quiet.

you peer around the corner, stepping out a bit further when you see him, though you freeze when you notice the other people following him. 

“hi sweet pea,” his voice is tired, you can tell. you close your eyes when he hugs you and kisses your forehead. if his team is here you know it’s not good.

“what’s going on?”

he turns to you. “i can explain in a few minutes. are you okay for introductions?” his voice lowers for the last part, not wanting the team to hear if you say no.

you nod, though anxiety bubbles at the pit of your stomach at the deflection of the question.

“everyone, this is y/n, my daughter,” your dad starts. unsure what to do, you wave slightly. “y/n, this is my team, that’s dave, derek, emily, spencer, j.j., and penelope.” he points to each of the people as he rattles his name off.

while your dad kept you out of his work, you did faintly know each member of the team. he talked about them in passing and jack rambled often about something “uncle dave” or “uncle derek” did.

“why are they here?” you hope your question doesn’t come off as rude.

your dad squeezes your arm. “can you go back in the kitchen for a few? i’m going to get these guys set up and then i can explain. is jack asleep?”

you nod. “i put him to bed a few hours ago. he was asking for you.”

“thank you,” he starts. “i’ll go see him in a bit.”

the conversation is over. you feel awkward standing in the foyer where you’re clearly the center of attention. you turn and walk into the kitchen. finishing your baking seems like a good idea.

aaron enters the kitchen as you’re pouring the batter into the pans. the music is off by now, though the record stays on the turntable. he waits for you to put the pan in the oven and face him before explaining.

“there’s a mole in the bau. we’re trying to figure it out but we obviously can’t work there. i volunteered our house. we would’ve gone to dave’s but he’s having work done.” you know he’s giving you the most minimal answer possible.

“oh,” you’re honestly not quite sure what else to say.

he continues. “we’re hoping to have it cleared up soon but we don’t have a lot of our normal equipment. i wasn’t expecting you to be up for all this. couldn’t sleep?”

“was waiting for you to get home,” you shrugged. “you know i always do.” 

“yeah i know. i should’ve called.”

you turn to him. “It’s alright. i’m just going to clean up while i wait for the gingerbread to be done and then i’ll go to bed.” 

your dad nods. “let me know when you do.” he disappears out of the kitchen after that.

cleaning up doesn’t take long and you’re still elbows deep in soapy water when the oven beeps. you take it out of the pan and set it on a cooling rack before gathering your stuff. you’re honestly exhausted.

going into the living room takes a moment of mental courage. you know everyone is in there and you don’t want to interrupt them. but, you’ve missed your dad and you want him to say goodnight.

“um, i’m going to head up to bed,” your voice echoes through the room. it was fairly quiet before and you feel embarrassed for interrupting that. the first part is directed at your dad. you turn to the rest of the team. “i made fresh gingerbread if anyone wants any. it’s on the counter, help yourself. i also put on a fresh pot of coffee and that should be ready soon.”

aaron’s heart is so full that he almost forgets the case at hand.

“i’ll be up in a minute,” aaron voices.

you hum, nodding to the team as a non-verbal goodnight.

he dishes out individual assignments within the team. they’ll work as a group to start before taking shifts so others can rest.

jack’s room is his first stop. he doesn’t wake the boy, choosing to instead kiss his forehead before picking up his stuffed dinosaur, a gift, and placing it back on the bed.

you’re just getting under the covers when your dad knocks.

“come in!”

your dad steps inside, shutting the door slightly.

“hi,” you smile.

“hi,” he echoes. “good day?”

you shrug. “yeah, i guess so. i got jack from school and we spent the afternoon together. missed you though.”

aaron frowns. “i’m sorry sweet pea. didn’t think this was going to happen. none of us did.”

“i know you didn’t. i’m not mad.”

you want to continue your statement and wash away any guilt you know he’s feeling. but, your body betrays you and a yawn cuts you off.

“alright, time for bed,” his words make you feel like a child but you know he’s right.

he tucks you in and like with jack, he kisses your forehead.

“goodnight dad, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

his demeanor changes when he goes downstairs and sits with the team. he’s serious, ready to work. right now this case is his priority. he, like others, wants to wrap it up quickly and efficiently. 

emily nudges him when he sits down beside her. spencer and derek’s banter about the case is long drowned out.

“she’s a good kid.”

hotch beams. 

“i know.”

i hate that this intro scene was cut because 🥵

HELLO?????????

Jack looks so good

LETS START PRIDE MONTH WITH THESE TWO LOSERS!!!!!!!

art creds: caspervi