#aaron pov was insane i love

[tiny-planet-13]

read all the new stories and I'm literally gonna cry I love these characters so much 😭😭😭

[stabbyfoxandrew]

may we get some vampdrew 👀🩸

WIP Wednesday (1/31) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 79)

Neil turns towards the sound of his name and grimaces. Oh, god. Of all people, Coach Wymack sent Andrew fucking Minyard to pick him up? Is that bastard even allowed to drive on his medication? Neil wouldn’t have thought so, but he here stands. Well, at least he hasn’t got a racquet on him this time. Not that Neil can see anyhow. 

“Over here,” Minyard says. Then he does a wave that comes off sort of nervous and Neil is thrown off by it. Is this the same man who tried to crush his ribs a month ago? The man who grinned down at him like he was dirt on the bottom of his shoe? What the fuck…

Oh. Right. There’s two of them. Neil’s got the wrong twin. With a new confidence, Neil approaches Aaron and the other smiles awkwardly. 

“Uh, baggage claim?” He asks, pointing somewhere to the side. 

Neil readjusts his duffle, hiking it up onto his shoulder. “Just this.”

“Alright.” Aaron turns on his heel and starts towards the exit without another word. Huh, Neil thinks as he falls in line behind him. Maybe this is a Minyard twin he can stand.

[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters): Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion)

Story Synopsis: 

R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas, is well known as a charming playboy. The latest in his line of ‘loved em and left em’ behavior? Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself. As common sense pulls them in opposite directions – friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. In this industry, dreams can make or break you – but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime? Chapter I // Chapter II // Special Edition // Chapter III // Special Edition Pt. 2

Chapter Synopsis: Jameson flies to Italy to repair his relationship with Imani, while Genie gets closer to Ellington.

Warnings: smut (18+), toxic relationship, possessiveness, profanity, usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), rough sex, p in v (naturally), oral (female receiving), squirting, creampie, aftercare – if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 5.5k // Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

CHAPTER IV: Insane / Wasted

she couldn't help but look at the images again. jameson had the kind of smile that lit up his whole face -- that was when he was truly happy. and he was smiling hard as fuck in the pictures. her eyes flitted to sloane's form, the hand against jameson's arm and the way it curved around his waist. she would never admit it to another soul...but they looked nice together. there was no love lost between she and sloane but imani didn't hate her until this exact moment.

"stop looking." genie told her and immediately immediately shoved her phone under the pillow.

"i wasn't." she lied. "fuck jameson and that bitch."

it had been genie who told her about the pictures -- warning her before she did something stupid like text jameson and tell him that she missed him. it was small but she was grateful that her best friend hadn't tried to talk her into anything. she listened to her rant, agreed not to answer the phone for jameson, and immediately set about distracting her.

despite being in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, her mind had nothing but images of jameson. she'd had a spark of hope in her heart that they would possibly figure shit out this time around but it was so damn hard expecting him to do the right thing. listening to his excuses and reasons why it was everyone else's fault but his got exhausting and imani didn't want to hear that shit. she focused on the outfits that she and genie were pulling together for her italian promo tour.

jameson had even gone silent for damn near a day. no calls, no texts. even that pissed her the fuck off. almost as if the thought of him summoned the man, imani felt the phone under her pillow began to vibrate. somehow or another, she knew it was him. she and genie both knew and they ignored the vibrating echoing throughout the room.

a minute passed then genie's phone rang out loud, her gaze darted to imani's before she cleared her throat. "don't answer him, genie." imani said sternly, sitting up in bed. sure enough, she watched as genie swiped her finger across the screen and the phone went silent. for a minute or two, there was total silence between them...before the phone in the suite began to ring.

it felt like a scene out of a horror movie. he just wouldn't leave her alone and imani had had enough. she climbed from the bed and stomped her way through the suite. by the time she made it to the phone, she was practically breathing fire. "hello?!" she answered tersely, ready to curse jameson's ass out but she was greeted with the sound of a friendly front desk clerk.

"buonasera, signorina. i am most sorry to trouble you this evening but i am afraid we have a situation." the voice said, the english heavily accented with italian.

"oh. oh, i'm sorry." imani immediately apologized, guilt pushing her to say more but she was cut off.

"my manager would like to call la polizia but the signore asked for you personally and i thought we should be sure before we did so." the voice continued -- a woman from what imani could tell.

"i don't understand what you saying. call the police? for what?" confusion was written all over her face as imani brought her gaze up from the phone. genie came flying down the hall, phone against her ear and imani got distracted by her. she caught the words "you make my ass hurt!" from genie before the other girl was stomping past her and towards the front door.

"signorina?" "i'm sorry. what did you say?" "signore lucas says that you are expecting him but he cannot remember your room number. if he is inconveniencing you, we will have no problem calling la polizia." "call the cops on signore lucas. do what y’all need to do. i don’t care. thank you!”

imani hung the phone up, hands on her hip as she walked around the empty space. she had no idea where genie had gone but it was probably to save jameson from an italian jail. “that dumb ass nigga really flew his ass to rome.” she muttered to herself. washing her hands of jameson always seemed so complicated but as she decided to take a bath, it felt pretty damn easy.

the only reason genie answered the phone was because imani left the room. it was a betrayal of her best friend, sure, but she wanted to hear an explanation from jameson. probably more than imani did. there was love lost between she and sloane. jameson was practically her brother and she wanted to know what the fuck he was doing with the enemy -- even if he didn't know she was the enemy.

"imani doesn't want to--" "what floor?" "huh?" "what. floor. are. you. on?" jameson asked. "jamie, tell me you didn't come here." "you not gone tell me?" "no!" "okay. that's fine."

he went quiet for a moment before genie heard a knock on the other end of the phone. she heard him introduce himself to a stranger and then ask "is imani in there? she gasped out loud. "jameson, stop that! stop it! you're going to get in trouble."

he didn't say a word to her and she heard him continue to move from one door to the next, asking anybody who opened it the very same question: "is imani in there?"

"stop it!" "are you going to tell me?" "what floor are you on? i'll come get you, damn it." "fifth. i know she likes a view." "oh now you're interested in what she likes?" "i lost her once, genie. i'm not about to lose her again. especially over some shit that's a misunderstanding." "so you weren't on a date with sloane?" "of course not. c'mon. you know sloane! you know she--" "i do. i know her better than you do, jamie. it hurt imani to see those pictures. you weren't doing anything but you have to understand...she's in a very difficult situation with you. she wants to believe you but she's scared. and you don't make the shit any easier." "that's not what i'm trying to do. i--"

"excuse me, sir? are you a guest here?"

genie knew that was no good. she jumped up from her seat, moving through the suite. imani may not want to see him but something had to give before he caused a damn international incident. genie hustled past imani, not even realizing she was still on the phone or what the conversation was. her slippers practically hissed against the floor as she left the suite, took the elevator to the fifth floor, and got there just in time to see security grasping jameson's jacket. a concierge was with them and he seemed flustered by the situation.

jameson's phone was still at his ear but he wasn't talking to genie -- he was cursing. "you need to let my fucking jacket go. wrinkling my shit." he and imani were two peas in a damn pod. "i'm sorry. he's with me." genie did her best not to shout, getting a grasp of jameson's jacket herself. she pulled him in her direction, pleased to see that he stumbled toward her somewhat.

"we've had many complaints, signora." genie nodded her head, yanking jameson in her direction once again. security didn't let go and he didn't stumble this time. instead, jameson pulled his jacket from the other man's hand with the meanest mug on his face. genie knew he was about to say something stupid so she pinched his side before he could. "i understand." genie reassured the two men. "but he's with me. he's my brother. he's just...stupid."

the concierge and security guard glanced at each other -- almost as if they were trying to see if she was right about him. genie prayed jameson would stay quiet. she could feel his stare on the side of her face but kept her gaze on the guard. relief hit her hard with they nodded, a signal that she and jameson could leave. "thank you! thank you so much." genie said graciously, giving both men a smile. jameson let her lead him to the elevators -- her jacket still in his grasp until she pushed the button for the third floor.

finally, genie turned and met his gaze as the elevator doors closed. "hey, stupid."

the past twenty hours had been bullshit. that was the best way to sum it up: bullshit. he was sleep deprived, anxious, and annoyed as fuck but it was finally time to get this shit with imani settled. genie reluctantly lead him to their suite. when she swiped the keycard and pushed the door open, jameson didn't waste time stepping inside.

"hey." jameson turned to see that genie didn't follow him inside. "please get it right this time. i love you both. but i won't forgive you if you break her heart again." before jameson could reassure her, she shut the door and he was left alone with her words.

the suite was quiet, almost eerily so. maybe it was exhaustion settling in his bones but jameson was so damn tired of this shit. he was determined to get shit straight right then. jameson shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it across the back of a couch as he slowly made his way through the space.

his mouth opened to to call out for her but the way she was feeling meant that she might not answer. it wasn't until jameson heard water that he realized she was in the bathroom. he took a deep breath -- and then twisted the knob, surprised that it was unlocked. the further he moved into the room, the hotter it got.

then...there she was. soaking in warm water, covered in bubbles. her head rested against the rim of the tub. she turned her head, opened her eyes, and gave a little scream when she saw him standing there. for a moment, they simply stared at one another. her gaze swept his face, moving up to his hair -- or lack there of. he watched her eyes go wide before she pressed her lips together.

his gaze swept what he could see. her hair pulled up into a messy knot on top of her head. her hands and shoulders were clear of soapy bubbles but everything else was hidden. a wave of desire swept over him but jameson pushed it down -- ignored it and continued to move into the bathroom.

finally, they both found their voices at the exact same time.

"get out!" "i missed you."

imani blinked up at him before he saw the anger take over again. she opened her mouth to say something else but jameson spoke faster. "you got me on a plane halfway around the world, jetlagged as fucked. go ahead and yell. once you get it all out, we can talk about it." jameson took a seat on the floor next to the tub, leaning against the wall.

"i ain't got shit to say to you." "no? you don't want to call me a lying ass, cheating ass nigga? piece of shit? nothing?" "i don't expect you to do right. you never do." "i'm doing right now, imani. nothing happened with her." "i don't give a fuck." "yes you do. you love the fuck out of me. and i love the fuck out of you." "you--" "which is why...i would never fuck up like that again. i was in new york for an interview. sloane called. asked me to come by while she was working some deal. i did. we were there for all of ten minutes. i did nothing but talk about you. then we had lunch. then i left her at her hotel." "i don't care." "you do." "you can't tell me what the fuck i feel." "i can. because i know you."

her frustration built as he calmly refuted each retort. jameson could see it in her face. she was mad as fuck. she sat up straight, pressing her hands to the side of the tub and to get up and he stopped her by placing his hand on top of hers. "don't. finish your bath."

imani glared at him and pulled her hand away -- the movement was slow but full of resentment. it didn't matter that he had flown around the world with nothing in his hands. what mattered was that she was scared. she was angry. and it was his fault. for once, he was at a loss as to what to say to imani. she rose from the water anyway, stepping out of the tub and ignoring him as she wrapped herself in a robe.

jameson watched her silently before taking a deep breath. he got up from the floor and followed her out of the bathroom -- ready for round two.

"good...evening. it is evening in italy, right? the sun is still shining here."

ej answered the phone with a grin, pleased to hear from genie so soon even though he knew why she was calling. it was the first time he'd heard her voice over the phone and it made him smile to know that genie adesanya had called him.

"you tricked me." she said shortly, making him smile.

"no idea what you're talking about, baby. but since you called me -- i take it jamie made it safely." "this isn't about jamie! and stop calling me baby." "yes, ms. adesanya. if this isn't about jamie, what is it about?" "you! you tricked me. you made me tell you what hotel we were at." "jamie already knew! he told me." "liar. he didn't even know what floor we were on. he knocked on random people's doors asking for imani!"

she sounded as if she were pouting and the image of her doing so made ej grin. his best friend's shenanigans were only the cherry on top of the sundae. ej muted the phone, not wanting her to hear him laugh. the last thing he wanted was a lecture.

"okay. fine. i admit it. i tricked you. but i told you...that's my boy." "he almost ended up in an italian jail." "it's nothing. i got money. i coulda got my nigga out." "you're no help. you encourage his worse tendencies." "listen, i don't want him over there. i want him here. finishing his album. but he's stuck on mani. obsessed with the idea of getting it right with her. do i think it's possible? no. i think those two are too alike. something's gonna go wrong. but he's my best friend and i want to support him."

genie was silent for a moment before he heard her softly ask a question. "...you don't think they'll make it?"

ej winced, wishing he hadn't told her that. he didn't want to rain on her optimism. he liked how she seemed to see the best in everything and everybody. "i don't know, g. i hope so but i won't hold my breath over it."

"i think you're wrong." she said, her voice stronger than it had been before. "i think when you love like that -- truly and deeply -- there's nothing you wouldn't do to make it last. i believe him. he wants her back. and he's going to get her because she loves him too."

ej nodded even though she couldn't see him. "i want you to be right, baby." ej heard her snort before she spoke again. "i told you not to call me baby."

a grin spread across his lips as he nodded once again. "yes, ms. adesanya. now where are you? did our best friends kick you out of your room?"

she was flustered and annoyed with him but mostly with herself. having a reaction to jameson was never good. she tried so hard not to show him even a smidgen of feelings and failed every single time. fuck him! this was irritating. imani hadn't expected jameson to be in Italy, much less have the balls to come to her room. she came out of the bathroom looking for the genie and found the other woman gone. she couldn't help but feel somewhat betrayed.

"mani."

jameson followed behind her and imani redirected from the bedroom to the living room. the last thing they needed was to be in a room with a bed while she was naked. "i don't want to hear it, jamie." she said, suddenly exhausted. "we keep trying to make this work but maybe this isn't meant to be."

all they seemed to do was talk in circles, gas each other up, and then boom. reality came crashing down into their optimistic plans. she wasn't going to compete with a woman for jamie again. sloane could have him if she wanted him that damn bad.

"it's like you're not listening to me." jameson replied and imani realized it was true. she didn't want to hear it. she didn't want him to get her hopes up again. "i'm gonna make this shit work because all i've ever wanted is you. i got stupid and let my ego take over before. then i lost you. and i swear the past year has been so hard. i get my life from you, mani. this is where i want to be. don't shut me out. let me prove it."

she stood with her arms folded, glaring at him as he spoke. part of her melted -- just like she had before. she wanted him to fight for her. to prove that what she saw in him before their breakup had been real. but another part of her was sick of the rollercoaster. she wanted to get off it, would kill to be able to feel nothing when she saw him. there was so much she wanted to say but also nothing she could say at the same time.

"it can't be this easy all the time, jamie." she said softly, annoyed at the fact that he seemed to be able to unlock something in her. "you can't give me some bum ass speech every time and think everything is going to be okay because you love me. love isn't always enough and i'm tired of hearing it from you."

jameson moved closer to her, lifting his hands to show her that he was harmless -- as if that were fucking true. "i understand. so tell me. tell me what you need from me. what you need me to show you, baby? i'll do it. anything."

imani looked at him with distrust and confusion. he didn't touch her, he just...stood there with her. his hands were still up, making him appear as if he was trying to calm a scared, wounded animal. "put your hands down." she told him -- and was surprised by how quickly he did it. he didn't argue, he didn't make a joke. he just...did what she told him to. that was interesting. "tell me you're sorry. you said everything except that."

jameson's gaze softened as he nodded his head, realizing that he hadn't apologized for the misunderstanding or invading her privacy. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm so sorry. i shouldn't be here. i should have waited for you to come home. i should have been more considerate about how those pictures would make you feel. i'm sorry."

despite telling him that speeches wouldn't be enough -- imani knew she would relent. she didn't know if she was overreacting or not when it came to sloane. but even if she was...it felt good to hear him validate it. to tell her he was sorry for how he made her feel. instead of thanking him, imani let her gaze linger over his face. "you cut your hair."

jameson looked at her with surprise -- as if he hadn't expected her to acknowledge it right then. "yeah. i did."

"why?" imani asked him, fiddling with the tie that kept her robe closed tightly.

"i'm doing a movie. why do you ask? you like it?" "i guess. makes your ears look bigger." jameson laughed out loud, tsking softly. "okay, i deserved that."

imani gave a small smile, proud of herself for that the joke landed. she hadn't fully forgiven him but she could feel some of her agitation ease. whether that was a good thing or not -- she didn't know but of course, time would tell with jameson.

"...i'm still mad." imani told him, placing her hands against her hips. "don't think i'm not. or that you can just fly to me in the middle of the night and think i'll forgive you."

"i don't think that at all" jameson said softly as he took a step closer to her. imani didn't move away. instead, she dropped her hands, watching as he lifted his hand to press to her hip. "say you're sorry again." she demanded. he repeated the apology, leaning in to seal it with a kiss to her lips -- and imani allowed it. all of a sudden, she got an idea and knew he'd go along with it.

jameson breathed a sigh of relief when she let him kiss him. imani never did anything she didn't want to do. she couldn't be bullied or tricked -- she stood on shit. so jameson knew if she ever fully made up her mind to get rid of him? he was good as gone. he had spent a year trying to get back next to her. he wasn't going to lose that shot.

"eat my pussy"

imani spoke lowly but with conviction. jameson's gaze shot up to meet hers, wondering if he imagined she said the words. but he hadn't. she looked at him, brow raised as if she thought he'd have something to say in response. but he didn't. this is what she needed from him right then. she needed his devotion and his obedience. it wasn't like anything they had done before. usually, jameson was in control -- they both liked it that way. but he kind of liked this too.

jameson reached for the fuzzy tie keeping her robe closed. with one sharp tug, it fell open and exposed her body to him. he could hear his heart beat pounding in his ears as he took her in. her skin was smooth and soft. he could still smell the lavender of her bubble bath. pretty titties sat high with nipples already pointed. he hadn't even touched her yet and she was ready. it wasn't like he hadn't seen her undressed before. he'd had her spread open and calling his name a week ago but every time he got his hands on this girl, he lost his mind.

without hesitation, jameson fell to his knees and began to kiss at her thighs. by the time he lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder, her hands had his ears in a tight grip. he leaned in, mouth open and ready to taste before he felt her jerk his head backward. she almost lost her footing but remained stable as she stopped him from tasting her. "beg me for it."

he didn't waste his time arguing about it. he did what she asked -- and begged. "mani, please. i need you. i sat on a plane for seventeen hours. i don't have shit to wear but what i have on...and i don't give a fuck about any of that. i just want you to cum on my face. i'll make it good for you, baby." he didn't know it worked until she carefully pushed his head forward and wordlessly gave him the go-ahead.

jameson ran his tongue along her lips and up, parting her already wet folds with his tongue. the first touch of his tongue made her let jolt against his shoulder but she didn't stop him. not even when he began to lick, spread, and slurp at what she let rain down into his mouth. jameson hummed softly and happily, his hands finally lifting to grasp her ass. she tasted like water to a man who had been dying of thirst. he wanted to touch her everywhere. imani used his ears, dragging his head back and forth when his tongue swiped against her clit. she whimpered, slumping forward as she ground her hips against his mouth. "g-go back. right there. y-yeah..." she stuttered. his gaze lifted to her face, watching as she nodded her head in time to the way he sucked at her clit. jameson's hands moved down her legs, pushing her to lean further against his face.

eager hands caressed her thigh as his tongue lapped at her juices eagerly. the sound of her heavy breathing mingled with moans filled the room. she arched her back to give him better access while stroking his ears lovingly.

he forgot that they were in the living room of a suite she shared with a woman they considered family. he forgot that she'd had him stressed him for almost twenty-four hours. he even forgot that the genie was coming back to the room soon. all he could see and think about was imani.

jameson wedged his tongue into her, angling it so that it thrust inside her pussy like his fingers would and was rewarded with a long moan from her. imani squirmed, the leg that kept her standing trembling and jameson braced it, taking enough control to angle the woman towards the couch. he did it without taking his tongue from her and was damn proud of himself.

his mouth closed around her clit as she fell to the couch and jameson didn't stop her as she lifted her other leg to his shoulder -- getting a better chance to ride his face. both her legs trembled as he finally pulled his hands from her legs and thrust his index and middle finger into her, twisting and squelching inside her wetness.

imani pulled at his ears so hard that jameson grunted against her, feeling the heat rising -- but he couldn't quite bring himself to give a shit. when she came, it was with a shout of his name and her thick thighs closing around his head. if she had killed him, he would have died happily.

he stroked her down from her release, kissing and petting at the wetness that she left between her thighs and against his face. imani let him, legs going weak as they fell open. for a moment, jameson just watched her try to catch her breath. he didn't get up, he didn't shove his dick in her mouth the way she liked him to. he just...waited. patience was a virtue and he felt like a fucking saint because it took her forever to come back to earth. he kissed her thighs, doing his best to take care of her. and then she spoke again -- her voice slurred with pleasure.

"take your clothes off."

once again, he followed the command with ease. he got up from the floor, kicking off his shoes as he dragged his tongue across his lips. his pants and boxer briefs followed. by the time he'd whipped his shirt over his head, she seemed to come to her senses.

"let me ride you."

she was still giving the commands but jameson noticed her tone go soft. he stood naked in front of her and her eyes were trained on his dick. the attention pleased him and made his length bob. "stop looking at me like that. my dick is already hard enough." he muttered, as she smiled brazenly. he fell to the couch next to her and watched as she climbed onto his lap...reverse cowgirl. she knew he never lasted long that way.

jameson snatched the robe from her body, tossing it across the room. he didn't want any distractions or anything hiding her from him.

her entire body still felt like electricity was running through it. jameson could talk a lot of shit but he always backed it up. that tongue of his was a killer and it never missed when he put it between her legs. if his dick hadn't looked so damn perfect when she told him to strip, she probably would have left him with blue balls. but why fight it? it was pleasure for them both. imani leaned forward, using the fancy coffee table in front of the couch as leverage. with one hand against the expensive oak table and the other around her body -- fingers wrapped around his dick, imani guided him to the right spot. as expected, jameson's groan was louder than her moan.

he slipped into her with ease, her shaking hands didn't have to do too much work. imani worked herself up and down his length, her head dropping to watch their bodies rock against one another. despite the tension between jameson's strong hands pressed to her hips, and circled her hips. he was slowly siphoning control from her and imani didn't want that.

she pushed against the coffee table, sending her body to press to his. the move worked. her back pressed to his chest and jameson immediately brought his hands from her hips to her breasts. imani rocked on his hips, ignoring the way he panted against her ear. his fingertips pinched and pulled at her nipples, his other hand moving to brush against her clit. imani slapped his hand away, turning her head to meet his gaze. "tell me this dick is mine."

he didn't hesitate. he repeated after her, hissing when she lifted her hips and then sent them back down again. his gaze went from her face to down their bodies, watching as he slipped in and out of her. "fuck, baby...it's yours. this your dick." he mumbled, "let me play with my pussy. please." jameson never begged. not usually. but she loved to hear the word 'please' falling from his mouth.

she increased her pace by planting her feet on the ground next to his. with her hands against his thighs, imani began to bounce on his lap. jameson lost sight of her breasts as she lifted up but his fingertips didn't lose muscle memory. they pulled and squeezed as she ride him recklessly. imani tightened over him, her draw dropping from how full she felt. from how good he felt hitting every single sensitive part inside her.

his hips met hers and their syncronized rocking turned into clashing. imani whimpered as jameson dropped his hand from her chest and pulled her leg higher. "fuck me hard." she panted, suddenly just as desperate as he was. their skin was hot against one another, friction in more ways than one. jameson grunted as he went deep -- she took all of him in with a sharp exhale. "fuck yes!" he cried out, feeling her walls squeeze around him. his forehead rested against the back of her neck as imani rode him. she could feel his heated pants against her skin and was shocked that she heard a whimper from the back of his throat.

"don't." she said harshly, shaking her head as she fought the release she felt building. "don't cum until i tell you to." this brought a growl from jameson's mouth. he let her leg go and tugged her back by her hair. imani cried out as he kept her stationary. the hand between her legs moved quickly, strumming at her clit until she squirmed and panted -- fighting off the release. imani shook her head, refusing to let go. jameson knew decided to play dirty.

he pinched her clit, satisfied when she yelped and tightened over his dick. he felt a rush of wet hit and gave a long moan of his own. she gushed around his length, squirting so quickly that neither of them knew what hit them. he kept fucking her, thrusting in and out as she yelled his name and came all over him...and herself...and the couch. she was breathless, disoriented as jameson released her hair. "say it." he muttered.

his hands were at her waist then, bending her forward and bouncing her hard. her eyes crossed and rolled before jameson slapped his hand against her thigh. "say it!" he grunted. imani finally remembered...he was waiting for her. she smiled, proud of herself that he got to suffer a little bit before she placed her hands over his own and used every last bit of energy she had to fuck his release from him. "you can cum, daddy. cum in me."

it took only a second for him to follow through. he reached up to cup her breast. her pussy clenched even tighter around him because of that. his fingers dug into her hips while he thrust harder into her warmth until finally...his entire body tensed. jameson kept her planted on his lap, rocking her back and forth as he finally came inside her with a strangled cry. for a few moments, they were both panting and moaning, lost in the pleasure that had consumed them. imani fell back against him as jameson's hands caressed her sides tenderly. they both started to come down from their high. imani reached for his hands, wrapping them around her body and jameson took the hint. he cuddled against her, stroking and soothing she relaxed more in his arms. the two didn't exchange words but imani knew the truth -- she was back on that rollercoaster ride with him.

she could hear him snoring. genie stared down at her phone with a grin. all she could see was ellington's chin. he had fallen asleep on facetime with her -- something he swore he wouldn't do but he did. he had made her promise not to go back to her shared suite with imani and he made sense. everybody knew how those two were. they'd probably be back in love for breakfast and then on the outs again by lunch but genie wanted them to have space to figure it out.

when she left the hotel bar, she went to the front desk and got her own room. it was much smaller than the suite but not short on comfort. so began her night with ellington. from ten pm (Italian time) until six am -- she had shared her time with ellington dupree. they talked about everything. music, her fashion career, their hobbies. not once did imani and jameson come up. not once did her father come up. it was a miracle.

ellington had never really been in her life. he was jamie's friend. she knew they were close. their bond was unmatched. but she had never gone out of her way to be ellington's friend. watching him doze on his couch while she ordered breakfast for herself indicated that they were...at least becoming friendly. he had a wicked sense of humor and genie was sure that she liked that.

suddenly, her smile dropped and she leaned away from the phone. she liked it. not him. right? she didn't like him. if he was jamie's friend -- practically like a brother -- then that meant they were a lot alike, right? she couldn't deal with a man like jameson. even if they weren't alike, dating within the friend group was messy. she had seen it first hand and didn't want to be apart of it. it took her a minute but she managed to force herself to hang up the phone.

so what she spent almost eight hours on the phone with a man. that didn't mean anything. it did not mean she had a crush on him.

[amethystroselily]

I like to think about aftg written from different povs and how you could shift focus to centralizing each of them as a protagonist.

And one of my favorites is the idea of a Katelyn pov version, because that would make Aaron the mysterious bad boy in a semi-generic college romance, and I think that would be hilarious. Like the fact so much of the drama is tied to Andrew wouldn’t even be that odd, because there are more love interests who’s drama ties to a controlling brother than you would think. And Neil and Andrew’s entire relationship would feel like when an author throws in a bland out of the blue gay couple for representation points. Like Neil would just be her boyfriend’s terrible brother’s pushy lacky that Aaron just kind of says he hates that came out of nowhere to push the plot along so she and Aaron can finally get together, and then just watched as Andrew threatened her. Andrew is totally the complicated villain of her romance. Not even sure how much she would even learn about the mafia stuff. Seth’s death could very well have remained an od in her mind, and the Drake situation is drama enough on its own without getting the mafia involved. But I do think if there was a mafia reveal in her pov it would be batshit insane, but also like three degrees removed from her so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I do think her romance with Aaron could carry a book though, because I suspect there’s some hidden complexity there.

[thousandstories]

hey do u hv fic recs ?

i do! disclaimer that these are only a few of many amazing fics in this fandom. (also check individual works for content warnings.) i went pretty much exclusively from my bookmarks on ao3 as that's just where i save my favourites- i've tagged the authors if i know their tumblrs but otherwise check out their ao3 profiles <3

Heaven Is Not Fit by bloodofkingsonmytrousers / @you-know-i-get-itt (Jean/Renee / Jean & Renee, Time Loop AU)

honestly everything gia writes is incredible but this is one of my favourites. jeanee timeloop au with incredible twists & turns and an insane amount of emotion. i'd say more but if any fic deserves a spoiler-free reading experience it's this one. 100/10 ruined me for a month and counting.

anytime, always by kevjean (Kevin/Jean, Canon Compliant- Post-Canon)

post-canon, professional exy players kevin/jean where kevin's still trying to work through the trauma of his earlier years and jean seems to have made a lot more progress in healing (spoiler alert, they've both got stuff to work through). featuring biker jean, minor breaking-and-entering, and some lovely OCs. absolutely adore this fic.

we carry our own weight by wyverning / @wyverningx (Jeremy/Jean, Canon Divergence)

insanely well-done text-fic where jeremy messages the wrong number and finds himself regularly texting jean. it follows canon so well, the amount of research that goes into depicting the events is amazing. i don't want to give spoilers but the author really uses the medium to their advantage & everyone is so in-character (seriously, the jeremy dialogue especially feels like something straight from tsc). it's part of a series & it's excellent.

take yourself home by moonix (Neil/Andrew, No Exy AU)

amazing no-exy au where aaron only finds out andrew exists when tilda dies from non-car-murder-related causes. what follows is a mad race among his friends (the foxes) to track his twin down. i haven't really summarised the plot because spoilers, but it's excellent: the andrew POV is so well-written & his interactions with the various characters are perfect.

eyes wide open by jaylocked (Jeremy/Jean, No Exy AU)

love this one. despite being written several years pre-tsc, the characterisations are still absolutely amazing (not that them being different would be a deal-breaker, but it's still so impressive how the author took the hints of their personalities from the original aftg books and reached such a similar destination.) also jean has a service dog called napoleon & he's perfect (and jeremy's a high school english teacher!)

Lavender for Luck by Mercey / @merceyca (Kevin/Neil/Andrew, Witch AU)

please everyone read this, i need someone to talk about it with. practical magic/witch au where kevin escapes from the raven coven with jean and ends up being found by andrew and neil. kandreil shenanigans ensue. featuring neil having heartwrenchingly-fitting powers, andrew being insanely powerful, and riko getting a deserved fate. also jean is a cat and it works so well. (and while i was getting the link for this fic i saw the author's made it part of a wider series (though it's the only work at the moment) so that's my day made.)

[prongsandpetals]

no one asked for this but i’m saying it anyway because i am tired of this grandpa.

i dont hate jegulus or their shippers. personally, it doesnt make sense to me and my moral compass trickles into fiction meaning i dont have much interest in any of the slytherins. it could also be the fact that when people would create oc’s for james in their fics 10 yrs ago and made lily a raging bitch id be fighting them all in the comments- a fight or flight response that now has spread to jegulus- but thats neither here nor there. it brings people joy and they are fictional characters, and it doesnt physically hurt anyone!

but there is something to be said about some of the less savoury implications it has had on the fandom. it feels as though jily is in its own subfandom sort of pushed to the side, leaving two mlm ships to dominate. unfortunately a lottt of female characters have been forgotten or pushed aside because of this. a lot of people who joined the fandom not that long ago either dont know or forget that this fandom was not built on either wolfstar (who i love), or jegulus. yes, they popularised them, but this fandom has revolved around jily for over 10 years. not to mention many of these fics were written from lilys pov, meaning there was so much more depth put into the girls characters. to erase this is to erase the fandoms history.

the diversifying of characters is something amazing that has come more recently with the popularisation of the fandom and thats one of the good parts!! however if someone still views aaron taylor johnson as their james, that doesn’t make them a racist - the man has been james since at least 2006.

another (smaller) thing ive seen is someone will post a song or a photo and attribute it to a jily moment with harry that we can realistically see happening canonically and a comment will say something along the lines of: “this but its how james felt when regulus (insert something that did not happen here)” idk if its the autism but god those always get me a little bit, especially when it includes harry.

similarly, it feels as though people who ship jily are assumed to be less progressive. as a lesbian jily shipper i can’t disagree more. just because a ship is a straight ship does not make it a bad ship - i think we can all agree there are so many amazing LGBTQ+ ships out there now for everyone to enjoy. it does feel quite strange to me to place the two characters who created the child that there are seven books about into different ships, but people like them so its chill!! but when its just complete eradication or discontent with the canon ship… ;(

i also think that to have jegulus be endgame (except aus), a lot of james’s insanely important character traits literally HAVE to be erased. his hatred for death eaters and fight for justice, his unending loyalty to his friends - especially sirius- his black and white view on right and wrong, all of these traits become warped and stretched when it comes to jegulus. of course there isnt much canon to go off of so when people disregard it entirely i can understand it to a degree. but when you erase the important canon points we have on their characters, we are basically just creating oc’s with real characters names.

another thing that i find irksome is the fetishisation of these mlm ships- if youre gonna ship two men together do it right!! why are you calling regulus a cute little baby victim and james a big strong protector!! let them be complex and messy or dont do it at all! not to mention the erasure of a lot of wlw ships... lowkey gives girl who has gay boy best friend that thinks lesbians are weird… anyways off topic! ive heard people say its not fetishisation, its because the female characters arent written with depth- that’s why people read jegulus and wolfstar! okay? go give the girls some depth? regulus is a character we basically know nothing about canonically and youve turned him into a fully fleshed character who is now a lot of peoples favourite - it can be done with the girls too. there is such emphasis placed on wolfstar and jegulus for their deep, tragic love stories - and the marauders friendship in general. the gryffindor girls are right there. dorlene is right there. marylene is right there.

and if it truly werent fetishisation, i would argue that it can be a romanticisation of toxic relationships. a lot of people dislike jily because there is no “angst”. the angst is fighting in a war at 21 years old. the angst is lily and james’s differing blood statuses and the implications this has on their lives. the angst is having a prophecy hanging over their unborn child’s head that forces them into hiding. the angst is being betrayed by their best friend, leading them to sacrifice themselves for their family and the wizarding world. the angst is literally right there, but because their relationship is healthy and happy- one of the only things in their lives that is not full of pain- they are deemed boring.

again, i dont hate jegulus. i especially dont dislike anyone who likes the ship and gets something out of it. but there is so much change this fandom has gone through since their introduction and popularisation that has made interacting with the fandom as a whole almost unbearable sometimes, and thats what i do hate.

all in all, multishippers definitely have the most fun.

[paisholotus]

Now Playing: Until The End Of Time~ Justin Timberlake

Ashia's Pov

Miami, Florida

A/N: This Mf is very LONG 😅 but I hope y'all enjoy 💜

Hours later.

We were back at our place and Aaron quietly walked to the guest room that'll he'll be staying in. "He didn't say anything the whole ride back." I said, to you getting water from the kitchen.

You shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle of water I handed you and leaned against the counter. "Yeah, he's been kinda quiet, hasn't he? Something's bothering him." You said, looking at me.

"You think he's nervous about staying here?" I asked you.

You looked like you were thinking for a moment, taking another sip of water. "Possibly. I mean, it's a lot to take in. We're basically taking him in, no questions asked. That has to be a little intimidating." You said, frowning a bit.

"Mm, he seemed to be warming up to my sister a little." I said, smiling, pulling leftovers out the fridge.

You smirked a little at that. "Yeah, definitely. I saw the way he was looking at her too. The boy's got a crush. You know they kinda disappeared for a little while. No doubt they went upstairs." You said, giving me a knowing look.

"Aye!" I said, playfully pointing at you. "She's not like that."

"I know." You chuckled, holding up your hands. "But, they both young. And, you can tell that they was feeling each other. Kinda like how we are." You said, smirking lowly at me.

You stepped closer to me, putting your arms around my waist. "You know you're the only girl for me, right?" You whispered, looking into my eyes, making my stomach swim.

"Mhm, only yours." I mumbled, slowly wrapping my arms around your neck.

"That's right. You're all mine, you hear me?" You pulled me closer to you, holding me tightly.

I licked my bottom lip and looked down to yours and nodded, "Yeah."

You smirked, looking down at me. Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, then on my nose. Your hands roaming over my body, giving my ass a soft squeeze. "Damn right you are." You grumbled.

I laughed pressing my face into your chest feeling my cheeks getting warm, thankful you weren't able to see my blush. "So possessive you are." I mumbled.

You chuckled, pulling me even closer to you if that was even possible and squeezed my ass harder. "Yep. You're mine. I ain't gonna share you." You said, pressing my back against the counter.

I reached under your shirt and traced my nails up and down your back, "didn't say you had to." You groaned softly and placed me on the counter. "Good. Because I don't plan on it." You nuzzled my neck gently, your lips tracing a soft path along my skin.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around you tightly, running my fingers through your hair. "Awe, you don't want to share, Papa?" I teased, nibbling your ear.

You growled softly against my neck, nipping playfully at my skin. "Hell no. I ain't sharing you with anybody. You're all mine, baby."

"That's fine." Kisses along your neck and jaw, "Because I don't want anyone else." I said, biting down softly, making small hickeys.

Brian's Pov

I sucked in a breath as you nibbled my ear. I shivered, feeling a wave of desire wash over me. "Good Mama..." I groaned, pulling you tighter against me. My hands wandered lower down your body, slowly exploring every inch of you.

"Imma good mama for you papa?" You whispered sucking on my sweet spot. I let out a soft moan as you sucked on my sweet spot. My hands gripped tighter at your waist and ass, my body pressed against yours. "Oh God, baby...you're so good. So fucking good..."

I groaned softly, my body aching for you. Your touch, your body against mine, your voice whispering in my ear...it was driving me insane. I leaned in suddenly, catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Mmm, missed you, Daddy." You whispered. I deepened the kiss, my tongue meeting yours in a dance. I pulled you closer, my body pressed tightly against yours. "I missed you too, Mama...So damn much..."

"I love you." You said in between our kisses. I broke the kiss for a moment, my breathing heavy. I looked into your brown eyes, my own eyes burning with desire. "I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much." I leaned in, planting a trail of soft kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.

The way you softly moaned my name dragging your nails down my back under my shirt lit a fire in me. I gently pulled at the hem of your shirt, my hands roaming over your skin. My lips continued to explore your neck, my tongue tracing the curve of your collarbone. "You taste so good, Mama." You then wrapped your legs around me making me lift you off the counter.

I carried you to our room and I playfully tossed you on the bed making us both laugh as I crawled on top of you. "God, you drive me crazy woman..."

You giggled and cupped my cheeks. I chuckled softly, the sound of your giggles only adding fuel to the fire. I leaned in to kiss you again, my body pressing you further against the bed. My hands pinned your wrists above your head, my tongue exploring your mouth with a fierce hunger.

I broke the kiss, my breathing heavy. I looked into your eyes, a smirk playing on my lips. "God, you're so damn sexy Mama...the way you taste, the way you feel...." I looked past those chocolate brown eyes and raked over your curves. The thickness of your thighs the slight chubbyness of your stomach. You had tiny stretch marks on your sides, and i knew you were insecure about them sometimes. But, it didn't change the way i thought about you. I looked back to your eyes and bit my bottom lip. "God, look at you...so fucking beautiful."

You slowly wrapped your legs around my waist and smiled, "I think we're beautiful people." You whispered.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to hover over you. My eyes roamed over your body for the millionth time, taking in every curve and contour.

"Damn right we are, baby...you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

Hours later

"Fuck daddy." You moaned. Your hips moving against my thrusts, your arms wrapped around my neck. I groaned loudly, my body shuddering as your hips moved against mine. Your words, your arms wrapped around me, your body pressed against mine...it was nearly too much to handle. You felt so warm around me. It felt like you were made for me and only me. My mind started to feel dazed, as you clenched around me. "God yes...Mama...damn that-" I couldn't even get the words out, everything just felt too much.

I leaned down, nipping softly at your collarbone. My tongue traced a path up your neck to your ear, my breath hot against your skin. You were so good and tight around me. "You feel so good, sweetheart." I whispered, kissing the side of your temple.

She cupped my jaw and gave me the sloppiest kiss, "right there. Right there." She mumbled, against my lips, panting.

I groaned as you kissed me, my body on fire with desire. I increased the pace, my hips moving faster against yours. Your words, your lips, your body...It was all too much. Never have I ever experienced something this intense with any woman. "Oh fuck, Mama." I moaned, feeling you grip my hips. "Shit..."

You kissed me all over my face and looked deep into my eyes making me whimper. I leaned in to kiss you, my tongue exploring your mouth in a slow, languid dance. My hands roamed over your body, touching and exploring every inch of you. I wanted to memorize every detail, every contour, every sound you made. I quickly placed your legs on my shoulders, hearing your breath hitch as I hit that spot over and over.

Placing my forehead against yours as you yelled my name, seeing tears hit the corners of your eyes. I kissed your face and laced our hands together. "I love you Shia. So fucking much I love you, Mama." I whispered, against your jawline, feeling your legs start to shake.

"C-coming." You whimpered back a sob. I licked my thumb and reached in between us and rubbed your clit rapidly. I felt your body tense up, and I knew you were close. I quickened my pace, my hips pressing against yours faster and harder. My mouth was against your neck, my breath hot and heavy. "That's it. Mama, cum for me. You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you." You wrapped your legs around me tighter and held the back of my head, chanting I love yous over and over.

Pressure started to build in my stomach as I closed my eyes and moaned loudly in your neck. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. "Fuck...s-say it again. T-tell me you love me." I stuttered my thrusts getting sloppy.

You repeated you loved me over and over as I looked into your eyes that were welling up along with mine. And, something broke in me as I looked at you. "F-fucck. You're mine. You're mine baby." I leaned down and kissed you lips one more time before my body gave out and I came deep inside your walls.

Ashia's Pov

We both came together and held each other tightly.

You held me close, my body shuddering with pleasure. I buried my face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply. My hand slowly moved through your hair, gently caressing you.

"God, Mama...that was...damn..." You whispered, laying your head on my chest.

I hummed and continued to drag my nails along your scalp.

You chuckled softly, my hands gently caressing your back as I held you close. Your body felt so good against mine, so perfect. I could feel my heart racing, my breathing still heavy.

"You're so damn amazing, sweetheart..." You whispered, lifting your head up to look at me. "Am I?" I mumbled, smiling lowly. You laced our hands back together and looked into my eyes, with a genuine smile on your face.

"Hell yeah, baby. You're incredible. Smart, beautiful, funny, strong. I still don't know what you're doing with me, but damn I'm glad you are." I smiled but then it fell as I frowned, "I hate when you say that." I pouted.

You chuckled, your thumb gently rubbing against my bottom lip. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" You asked.

"Because you don't give yourself enough credit." I said, rubbing your cheek.

Brian's Pov

I shrugged, my gaze softening as I looked at you. "Maybe. I'm not exactly a saint, you know. My past...it ain't pretty. I've done things that I'm not proud of. I ain't perfect, Mama." I said.

"I'm not perfect either." You said. I raised an eyebrow, my hand brushing your now frizzy curly hair away from your face. "True. But you're damn close to it, Mama. Way closer than I am." I said.

"What if I said I felt that way about you?" She said. I smiled softly, my hand gently cupping your cheek. "Then you're biased. And a little blind, to be honest. I'm no saint, sweetheart. Far from it." I whispered.

You chuckled, "and I'm not a saint either I've done things that I'm not proud of, that you know of." You whispered. I knew what you were referring to. When you tried to take you life. Or the time you once told me you wanted to die. You told me you struggled with depression and Anxiety alot. You smile, "Done and said alot of things I'm not proud of." You said.

I felt a pang in my chest as you brought up those moments. The memories of when you were in a dark place, when you were hurting. I brushed my thumb delicately along your jawline, meeting your gaze. "Baby...you know that's not the same. You were in a dark place, in pain. That wasn't you. Not the real you." I mumbled.

"It is the same. I knew what I was doing and I did it. I'm not proud of it but it was me that did it." You said, running your leg along my side.

I sighed, my heart heavy as I looked at you. "I know. But...you're just too damn hard on yourself, sweetheart. You don't see how amazing you are. All the good things about you. You just focus on the bad. And I don't like it." I said.

You smiled and chuckled. "Well, I think someone needs to take their own advice. Because that's all you focus on. And I don't like it either. I don't understand how you can't see how an amazing person you are. And that's not me being biased, that's because it's the truth." She said, pecking my lips. "Brian, I want you to listen to me. Brian, i know you have your flaws and I'm saying who doesn't? But, despite that i love you and I don't think you're a terrible person. You're a good person. Yet you give yourself such a hard time at accepting someone can love you." She said.

I smirked as you hit me, amused by your feisty side. But the amusement faded quickly as my gaze grew serious. Your words cut deep, hitting closer to home than I cared to admit. "It's not about accepting love, Mama. I know you love me. But sometimes...sometimes I wonder why. Like what the hell did I do to deserve someone like you, you know?" I said, lowly.

"Brian. You're my everything. Because you aren't just a regular person, you are a certain type of person I hold so close to me. I mean when I first met you, I genuinely thought you were just like every other play boy. But, once I got to know you, i knew you were the one for me. I remember sitting at the table with Tej and Suki at the garage. Telling them how grateful I was of you. And, before meeting you it was hard to give my heart to someone else. But, you made it easy. You are my sweet boy. You are forever irreplaceable, I would literally do anything for you in a heartbeat. You're the type of person to light up the entire room when you step into it. You make me feel safe and complete. And, I know that if I would be in trouble or if something went down, I would know you would be there to protect me. You know that I can protect myself, but for me to confidently say I know you'd be there brings me peace. You make me smile when sometimes there's nothing to smile about. You are my biggest supporter, along with the rest of our friends. Through everything you've been through your soul has remained kind. You're an amazing person You're my person, and I couldn't imagine my life without you."

As I listened to your words, I felt a lump form in my throat. Your honesty and vulnerability hit me like a punch to the gut. I had never seen myself the way you did, and hearing you describe me like this...it was overwhelming.

"I...Jesus, Mama. You...God." I pulled you close, my arms wrapped around you tightly, my face buried in your shoulder. "I don't deserve you." I whispered, feeling my eyes welling up.

"That's why I'm with you" She said, cupping my cheeks cheeks. "You are my sweet boy." I looked deep into your eyes. "You make me fall in love with you every day." She whispered, kissing my lips as I felt myself cry. Never in my life did I think I could be this vulnerable with a person. Or love a person the way i love you.

I moaned against the kissed and pulled away as you brushed my tears away. "I love you. So much."

[awildtei]

[CW for everything canon re: Aaron in AFTG]

Listen, I love Andrew with all my heart but the more i think about it, the more i feel sorry for Aaron. We are so deeply in Neil's POV that Andrew's actions make sense, but from Aaron's POV? Fucking devastating: You grow up with an abusive, negligent mother. You hate your life, you are so lonely it eats at your bones. Drugs numb that sharp sting of pain, so you use them until you can't stop. And then, out of the blue, you find out you have an identical twin brother! It feels like a miracle, like all your prayers have finally been answered (literally Lilo praying for a friend and getting Stitch). You will have someone. You will have a real family. You write to him, feeling a hope you have never felt before, and all he writes back is "Fuck off". He wants nothing to do with you. Months later, you find out he's in juvie and you go meet him for the first time. He still wants nothing to do with you. He gets out of juvie and comes live with you. He is weird, and cold, and not how you had hoped for, but at least he's there, at least he's real. He finds out about the bruises and says he wants to protect you, says in return you have to give up having friends or dating. And you're so tired, so bone-deep tired, and you don't really have any friends, anyway, so you say yes, you think maybe he can truly protect you. And then he fucking KILLS YOUR MOTHER?? And you're like what the fuck!!! You killed my mother!! And he's like yeah so? I told you I would protect you. And you're (reasonably) like that's fucking insane!! And now he's mad at you for being mad at him for killing your mother. He doesn't speak to you or look at you or acknowledge your existence, but he also doesn't let you talk to anyone else. It is, incredibly, worse than before. Now you're still completely alone and you carry this fiery anger inside you that Andrew refuses to own up to. And the worst part is... you still want Andrew in your life. You still believe there is a possibility to have a brother. So, even though he gets you clean in the most ruthless and cruel way possible, you renew your deal with him for your college years. And then he gets you involved in a mob war by adopting two mafia-runaway assholes and continues not to pay any attention to you whatsoever. And then you kill a guy for him, which will make it hard to get a job as a doctor even though it was ruled self-defense, and he STILL won't give you the time of day.

Anyway they deserve to work through their issues and have the sibling relationship they crave, because they've both been Through It and deserve happiness.

[kissorkill16]

POV Of A Bully: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Finch's point of view when she first met Nicky and how things grew from there.

P.S., for @genericravenbrooksdude

When I had first met Nicky, I tried selling him a box of cookies. He said he didn't have any money, so I told him to step off.

"Why are you even talking to me if you don't have any money for cookies?", I thought. Seriously, there was a whole stack of cookies right on the table behind me, and he somehow didn't know I was selling them.

But I don't think it was really even about the cookies.

I guess I just didn't really tolerate Nicky because he was such a dork. He was obsessed with aliens, his hair was so messy and stuck up in the weirdest places, and he always brought torn up machines to school just to put them back together.

I always talked about him to my fellow girl scouts, and they laughed at him along with me.

"It's like he's fucking 5!", I used to laugh.

Then when he brought his crazy grandma to school, I thought that was golden. No wonder he was such a weirdo, he came from a family full of them!

Everyone laughed at him about it. How his grandma attacked a raven that flew into the school and didn't even bother to clean up the mess she made. We all thought he was as insane as her. However, there was one person who didn't even giggle at the incident.

That stupid Aaron Peterson.

He threatened to stab me if I didn't leave Nicky alone, and I left him alone, like an idiot. I wanted to know why the hell he even stood up for that little weirdo, he didn't even know him.

But that changed soon enough.

Aaron and Nicky became fast friends really quick. Wherever you saw Aaron, there was Nicky, and wherever you saw Nicky, there was Aaron. Their friendship was annoying, especially since they had roped two other girls into their gang of weirdos.

And one of them was my own freaking cousin!

Lucy had always been a sweet girl, and when I heard she also hung out with Aaron, I was livid. Oh Lucy, if only you knew the things he did and said to me in school.

After she died on the Rotten Core, I couldn't have hated Aaron anymore than I did back then. Then both him and Mya disappeared, and I couldn't have been happier.

Matter fact, the whole school was happy. Now that Aaron was gone, no one had to walk the halls in fear.

But of course, that weirdo, Nutty Nicky was the only one not happy with his disappearance. He thought their father murdered him and Mya, and he always said he was going to prove it.

Whenever he came to school with some sort of proof, we all laughed and made fun of him and told him he was such an obsessive hothead who stalked a lonely widow who lost his family. But Nicky wasn't the kind of person to give up so easily.

That whole thing went on for months.

Every other week, he'd tell us bullshit stories about him breaking into Mr. Peterson's house to find proof that he was a murderer. No one believed him, but he kept on doing it anyway.

I kind of admired his determination, it made him kind of cute in my eyes, but those days were just too much.

Then he disappeared.

No one really thought much of it, everyone thought he ran away like he always did.

But throughout the month he was gone, I kinda missed him a little bit. His voice, his face, everything about him I missed.

I tried explaining it to my girl scout friends, and they all made fun of me and said I was in love with him. Of course, I denied because why the hell would I ever be interested in a weirdo like him?

Then he came back to school, and he was even more of a mess than before.

He wore a dirty potato sack over his head and kept mumbling to himself how he would keep playing and begging someone not to hurt him. Of course, like a total bitch, I made fun of him for it and encouraged everyone else to do the same.

"Have you become a doll?", I laughed. "Did your fake trauma turn you into a doll?"

I called it fake trauma because everyone knew what a liar he was. We all thought he was faking it, but none of us knew it was real.

Then one day, I was walking home from a nice walk around the block, when I passed by his house. He was angry and he was screaming "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! ALL OF YOU!"

I thought it'd be cool to make fun of him for, and fortunately, I had my camera with me. It was a special camera that my friend gave me for work purposes. But instead of using it for work purposes, I used it to humiliate the school's favorite weirdo.

He didn't come to school for a couple of days, but when he did, we all made sure to make it hell for him. I showed him the picture, and I loved how his face looked so miserable, and I loved how he ran out of the school in embarrassment.

The new girl, Trinity, dragged me to Principal Abanate to report me for it, but I just said I was simply worried about Nicky and I was going to give her the picture so she could check up on him. Thankfully, she believed me.

After that, Halloween was coming up, and I made my own costume of Nicky in an unbuckled straightjacket. When I showed him, I didn't like how he showed as little emotion as possible, he didn't even blink at me.

I forgot about it as soon as I thought about how many laughs I was gonna get with this.

But then I started to notice some weird things happening around Raven Brooks. Like the animals, they were acting more violent than usual. I could've sworn I saw a fox's eyes glow red.

I tried to forget about it.

A week later, Trinity and her Inventor's Club ganged up on me and Maritza totally smashed my camera into bits. She said it was payback for humiliating Nicky like I did, and everyone was in on it.

Even Delroy, and he didn't even like Nicky.

I was completely terrified. Not because of them all teaming up, but because my camera was broken. That thing was for work, and my friend would kill me if he found out it was broken. Maritza told me to apologize or else I'd end up like my camera.

So I did.

I pulled Nicky to the bathroom and apologized to him for not just the picture, but for treating him so badly all the time. He said it'd take him a while to forgive me, but he accepted my apology. But he said I could really make it up to him by helping him and his friends with an investigation on someone named...Crowface.

I told him that the animals in the woods have been acting up, so we went there together.

What was so weird about our whole team up was that he told me we should hold hands so we could stay close together. It's not that I didn't like holding his hand, it's just that it was so weird and a little awkward.

The whole time, I tried to keep my face from turning red.

We made it out of the woods alive (Thank God), and the next day, we told the Inventor's Club.

Nicky wanted to make me a new addition to the team, but everyone else was hesitant. I didn't blame them, considering how badly I treated Nicky in the past, they had every reason not to trust me.

But Nicky decided to give me a chance, and that's when I saw something inside Nicky that I didn't even notice before.

He was a genuinely good kid.

It was kind of hard finding kids like him, everyone in Raven Brooks is really shallow and mean for no reason, but he actually cares. I kind of liked him for it.

Not like in a romantic way...at least I don't think so, just in a way that a friend is supposed to because someone is a good person.

I kept telling myself that I didn't like Nicky romantically, and I was almost starting to believe it. But something always told me that I was in denial.

I decided to try and ignore it, but even though I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I liked him.

[liaisun]

✅ 🧮 📚and 🔥 :) refraining from asking them all

HEHE i would gladly answer them all!! thank u lovely :3

✅ - i saved one of my favorite lines for u (which are usually beginning and chapter endings) <3 this is from the ch2 summary:

When Kevin extends an offer that can't be refused, it’s a nostalgic feeling— after all, the first time Neil made a deal with the devil, she became Nathaniel.

LIKEEEEE sorry i have to sit for a second and process the sheer cunt levels this line has. like what do you menannnn she became nathaniel. neil's pronoun fuckery 4 life <3 . i rewrote this line 394i4p5 times because it needed to HIT. it's written a bit differently within the scene itself so hopefully the context will make it slay even more

this one a bit longer so maybeee cheating but i make the rules 😈

A small grin appears on Kevin's lips for a split second before she covers it with her hand, giggling. [ ] lifts his shoulder to nudge her out of his neck. “What’s so funny?”

KEVIN SMILING? KEVIN GIGGLING???? (meanwhile neil is having the worst night ever LOLLL) it's so joever for everyone in the vicinity. no one stood a chance

and bonus from my notes that always makes me laugh 😭

AARON TOP SURGERY W TILDAS LIFE INSURANCE HELL YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

can't wait to get into the twins' relationship in girls au. they're so compelling. it's killing me to not say anything lmfaooo

🧮 - besides girls au, i'm not writing anything actively but i am brainstorming >:) my current wip setlist is like:

riko's pov - character study thru vignettes over his life (#make riko a dynamic character 2025)

defang him rah - vamp jean has a very bad time

wit - renee never goes to juvie; mary kidnaps her after she runs into neil

kevjean venom - jean crawled into kevins ribcage and wont leave

neil+wymack thoughts - neil thinks wymack is too good of a man to be true; something is amiss

+ girls au missing/additional scenes and dusting up parts of old wips, getting inspired, then putting them back on the shelf bc school has been ruling my life lol

📚 - usually i'll do it before i start writing! (kinda like field research. lmfao) i'll also read similar works when i'm taking a break from a writing a particular concept, because i'm tired of my version LOL. it doubles as enjoyment and motivation/inspiration because i want more of the thing! i dont intentionally avoid it, but i guess i dont really do this during the process of writing 🤔 what a good question!!!

🔥- knowing my limits and being less ashamed abt my drafts! i noticed that i overwork and overthink things while writing and i need to separate the acts of writing and editing more lol. i've always loved betaing but when it's your own work, you need another party's perspective to keep you from going insane. with that, i'm becoming more open to the idea of having my own work beta'd, but the mortifying idea of being known persists. when it's more polished it's easier to separate yourself from it, whereas when u start it's like here, see a visualization of my thoughts in their barest form. a lil scary! so i'm hyping myself up about it :P

[babiebom]

What Type of Person They would Go For

A/N: I restarted criminal minds before finishing it because I don’t want it to end even though I know it’s been renewed. So now I’m back on season one and I wanted to write something for it lmao

Tw: none but let me know if I should tag something!!

Bc: at least 5 for each!! (Morgan, Hotch, and Reid)

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

I think he likes more maternal women. He’s a family man and he’d love someone who is just as family oriented as him.

I also think he likes particularly patient people he has a demanding job so he wants a person that’s understanding of his situation.

I also think for women he’d prefer a more submissive person that also allows and supports his growth. He wants someone that allows him to be the protector but also is not so submissive that they allow him to do just anything. He wants to be challenged in a healthy way.

For men I think it’s the same thing he wants someone that allows him to take charge but not someone that allows him to do anything.

For looks I think he likes people with soft looks but sharp features if that makes sense.

Spencer Reid

His type is quite literally everywhere I think his type is squally based on two things that can be both or either of them it doesn’t really matter.

The first type is smart people. I think Spencer would like a really smart person he is attracted to intelligence and looks in this case do not matter for him he just wants someone that he can infodump to and that he can have an actual meaningful conversation with

The second type is literally just beautiful people. There have been times in the series where intelligence doesn’t matter to him when he thinks a person is insanely attractive. Like I do think he would do well with a himbo/bimbo significant other that also allows him to infodump and doesn’t judge him.

For both men and women I think he thinks he would prefer a more dominant personality to be his significant other but would find that it’s kinda annoying for him. Yes he’s good at following directions but he would also want the freedom to make the decisions and would probably end up with a switch unless he wants to give being the dominant a try.

Prefers people with softer looks that are striking. Like the person doesn’t have to have sharp features their face just has to be captivating to him.

Derek Morgan

Definitely prefers women that are a bit spicy and dominant. He wants a challenge and he likes women who won’t back down to him even if it annoys him. Likes a woman who will tell him off and stand up for themself.

Also likes protective women and though he would say that children aren’t on his mind he would probably go after a family oriented person without thinking about it

For men I think he would specifically prefer a more submissive man. I think he would have a lowkey problematic pov where it’s like the “who’s the woman/man” in a same sex relationship. He would want to be the male role in the relationship. Would absolutely refuse to bottom.

Would also want a guy that can comfort him. Personally because of his childhood I think he would have some trouble with this type of relationship and would need someone that could make all of his doubts and fear go away.

I think he would prefer someone with a sharp face. Like their face is angles and lines and they have very prominent features. He likes a sexy and model like person.

[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters): Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Story Synopsis: 

R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas, is well known as a charming playboy. The latest in his line of ‘loved em and left em’ behavior? Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself. A common sense pulls them in opposite directions – friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. In this industry, dreams can make or break you – but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime?

Chapter Synopsis: Jameson deals with being denied access to his heart's desire and flashes back to the start of their romance while Imani wrestles with her feelings present day. Warnings: Smut (18+), toxic relationship, possessiveness, profanity, usage of the n-word (if you're white and read it, you owe us $20), manual stimulation (fingering, okay?), dick size mention, dirty talk -- if we missed anything, let us know! Word Count: 5.3k // Divider Template: @cafekitsune Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

CHAPTER II: Someone to Love

he was blocked. jameson watched his repeated texts and calls go unanswered. the texts said delivered but never read. this was when he was supposed to decide if he was going to stick around for another round of bullshit with her. flashes of the night before came to mind...and he knew the answer was 'yes'. she was ignoring the fuck out of him but he knew imani loved him. she may be able to live without him...but she loved him. maybe that would be enough. "yo, are you listening to me?"

jameson blinked at his best friend, giving the man a blank stare. ellington dupree had been his friend and writing partner for damn near a decade. their connection was instant. where jameson was blessed with a wealthy and well-known mother, ellington had gotten it out the mud. he was a man that knew music inside out all his life. he had a work ethic that jameson envied. it was why he only produced music with ej -- they balanced each other out. where he allowed muse to take over, ej controlled the music. he didn't let it control him. even now, they were supposed to be working on a track from his new album but jameson couldn't seem to find his focus. all he did was wait for imani to call him back.

"yeah, i heard you." "then what i say?"

he gave ellington a glare before rising from his spot on the couch. "something about the horns." ellington tsked, kicking back in his chair before shaking his head. "i said that shit ten minutes ago, nigga. we on a whole nother track. what's up with you?"

jameson didn't answer -- instead he redirected his attention to his phone, texting imani again as he exited his friend's home studio. he heard ej calling his name but descended the stairs anyway.

he watched as another text went through and the message popped up delivered. jameson rolled his eyes, tossing his phone onto the couch as he stared at the ceiling with his hands on his hips. this girl was going drive him crazy.

"are you insane?" "i'm not in the mood right now, e." "yeah, no shit. but you need to get in the mood for something other than imani. YOU wanted to release this album at the top of the year. YOU said you were ready so they've already started promoting the shit."

he lifted his head to deny that he was stressing over imani but the realization hit him hard. "how the fuck you know i was texting mani?" jameson watched as ej rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on the couch. "how the fuck wouldn't i know? you always get tense and weird over her. it's been a while since she had you fucked up like this though. what happened?"

jameson sighed, closing his eyes to avoid the look on his friend's face when he confessed the truth. he sat down opposite ej and leaned back onto the cushions.

"we fucked." "bullshit." "it's true." "WHEN?!" "last week." "i thought she was dating...what's that nigga name? the football nigga!" "they broke up two months ago." "how the fuck you know that?" jameson gave ej a look and avoided the obvious answer. "oh, you are insane." "it was random. we didn't plan that shit." "she probably didn't." "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "fuck it sound like?"

his eyes opened as he frowned at ej. if anyone had seen how bad it could get between he and imani, it was ej. "i didn't go over there to have sex, man. i just...i wanted to see her. i've missed her all this time. i just couldn't take that shit anymore."

a flash of sympathy crossed his best friend's face but it disappeared within a moment. "don't do this, jamie. don't. you can't walk down this road with imani again."

ej was probably right, jameson knew that. but he also knew that he wasn't walking away from her again. he glanced over at the phone that he abandoned, willing it to ring or beep or something. anything to let him know she gave a shit. "can't help it." he murmured to his best friend. "i want her."

this was the biggest night of his life...and he found that he didn't care. his gaze was stuck on a woman who had walked past him. none of this shit really mattered anymore. he wanted to know her. he had a tony award. he had two grammys already. he was nominated for another three that night but as he leaned over in his seat to watch her saunter down the rest of the aisle, jameson found himself smiling for entirely different reasons.

"i want her." he said bluntly. only ej acknowledged him. he said 'huh?' but his gaze followed her the same way jameson's had. 'ohhhh' was all he uttered, giving a laugh.

she had her back to them so he had no idea who the hell she was but he had the urge to. four awards from his own and he wasn't watching the stage. he wasn't talking to his collaborators or friends to the right of him. he was watching her. a couple of people rose to let her into her seat and jameson found himself doing the same. he stood to his feet, adjusting his tux's jacket as he made his way towards her.

ej called his name but he didn't respond. this was more important. he got to the aisle and dropped to his haunches, learning forward to catch her eye. he recognized her then. imani. there were people next to her who peered over at him in confusion but jameson's smile was only for her. 

"excuse me." he said softly, bracing his hands against the seat next to him. she looked at him, eyebrow quirked at his audacity to interrupt her conversation. "hi. i just...i'm sorry. i just wanted to come tell you something you already know. you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my life."

if she recognized him or was impressed by his attention, it didn't show on her face. jameson watched her give a little laugh and haughtily respond. "thank you." she said. "how many other women have you used that on tonight?"

"none." he replied honestly. "i saw you and next thing i know, i'm over here practically on my knees to talk to you." jameson ignored the woman next to imani clearing her throat. it was a public conversation but he carried it on as if they were the only two in the room. free from a relationship that had lost it's fire, jameson hadn't been looking for anybody. he wanted to invest in his career again and after two hit albums -- it was time for something new. money, cars, clothes, and women had been his life since he was eighteen and old enough to spread the thighs of any and every woman in hollywood. he'd been over it. but this was important. getting this girl felt like it'd be life changing.

he leaned forward, offering the woman his hand. "i'm jameson." he surprised himself by giving his full name. often, he introduced himself as james. nobody actually in his life called him jameson but his mother. he had the urge to hear his name from her lips. "i know who you are, ms. imani st. cirie. future best new artist winner." her eyes lit up at the fact that he had recognized her. she hadn't topped the charts yet but he knew it was a matter of time. her music was raw. real. she touched people and he knew her time was coming.

when she took his hand, he brushed his thumb against the back of her fingertips. the people they had their hands stretched across didn't matter. hell, he had forgotten other people could hear them when she responded. "nice to meet you jameson." she said. "you can call me ms. st. cirie. your face looks so familiar. i just can't put my finger on it."

jameson laughed out loud -- loud enough that people on the aisle in front of them turned to identify the sound. he'd been famous from birth. paparazzi shots of him hanging off his mother's hip had been tagged in people magazine. pictures of them at the park. his high school yearbook had been blasted across myspace and twitter. and when he started making music himself? well, he became a teen heartthrob at 19. he didn't believe her but he liked that she didn't fall over him. "that's strange." he replied with a shrug, slowly grinning at her. "but since you can't remember, maybe this is your chance to get to know me...personally. i'll be honest, ms. st. cirie -- i'm dying to get to know you."

her gaze roamed his face but her lips curved into a smile. "and why should i do that?"

"i heard i'm a good time." "and this is where the line of women come in, yes?" "we're not talking about other women. we're talking about you and me, ms. st. cirie."

imani gave her friend a look and the friend automatically rose, shifting down a seat. her gaze came back to him and she nodded her head, wordlessly giving him approval to sit next to her. jameson rose from his position at the end of the aisle, ignoring the ache in his calves and thighs. he'd been squatting for so long but hadn't noticed it. all he saw was the fact that he was making strides towards what he wanted.

"you don't feel this thing between us?" he asked her curiously. somehow, he had sat without losing contact with her for longer than a few seconds. he switched the positioning, holding her hand in his right. she tsked, yanking her hand from his grasp and shook her head. "i don't feel anything. i just think you're funny."

jameson leaned towards her, keeping his voice low enough so that it would take others effort to eavesdrop on their conversation. "i could tell you shit you already know. that you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. that i want you so bad i don't really know what to do with myself. would that help? i want you. and from the way you look at me, i think you want me too. so what are we going to do about it?"

"that was a good line, jameson." "i'm not giving you lines. i'm trying to get you where you need to be." "need to be?" "definitely." "you so fucking cocky." "i got reason to be. ms. st. cirie...will you go out with me?" "you don't give up, do you?" "no. not easily."

he could tell that she liked that. despite giving him a hell of a lot of attitude, her fingers fidgeted nervously on her lap. she either liked him or didn't know how to say no. jameson reached for her hand again, gently stilling her fingertips. she didn't seem alarmed or afraid then. she relaxed before meeting his gaze.

"no pressure. i think you're beautiful. i admire your mind. your music. your talent. give me one chance to show you that." determined to not miss out on the good thing sitting right next to him, jameson did his best to show her he was serious...but he took a risk and lowered his head, pressing a kiss to her thumb -- the first contact between them that wasn't totally innocent.

his gaze flickered up to hers and he knew he had her. she went soft, leaning in as if she were going to let him kiss her -- but she remembered where they were. "And the Grammy for Best R&B Performance goes to...U Don't Have to Call! James Lucas!"

jameson didn't move from his seat. he didn't take his eyes off her. imani looked between him and the stage, expecting him to go up but he didn't. this was more important. eventually, ej got up. his best friend gave the speech that jameson likely would have given but he didn't hear the words. imani leaned closer so he could near her, whispering "okay. one date." against his ear.

jameson smiled, turning his head to offer imani a kiss. not even twenty minutes after meeting and he was going for it. he had always been an ambitious man. just as he hoped, she took him up on the offer. she leaned in and their lips met. it was brief but served as the spark that ignited their obsession with each other.

it took two whole weeks for their schedules to line up. photoshoots, interviews, and a sudden trip to new york had kept him from what he really wanted. anticipation had been a bitch but they filled the time in between with texts and phone calls. he had discovered that imani was both smart and funny. she could make him burst out laughing over the smallest thing. she seemed to be a good person and that appealed to him. he seemed to really be into this girl. so much so that he browsed her instagram, constantly looking for things she liked. what flowers she enjoyed. people she liked having conversation with. knowing little things about her had spiraled into wanting to know everything about her. he was down so bad that ej had been disgusted when he walked into studio in the middle of the night and caught him giggling on the phone with her like a teenager.

finally, they got to see each other again. standing alone in the vastness of the getty museum, he and imani kept their fingertips intertwined. the only sounds were the soft echo of their footsteps on polished floors. The museum had been closed for the night, but the director had made an exception just for them — a private tour. No crowds, no distractions. Just the two of them and all the art they'd agreed to pretend they were paying attention to. jameson's kept straying to her. everything about her was mesmerizing. the way her hair fell into her eyes, the cute little way she'd snuggled into him when he hugged her when he met her outside. the sweet way she swung their hands as they walked. he was gone over this girl and didn't know what to do about it.

“so,” she said, breaking the silence with a teasing tone, “you go to museums all the time or is this just to impress me?”

he glanced around, his eyes glinting with amusement. “it's all for you. you got me stalking your instagram to see what you like. i saw you went to several museums around the world so..." he shrugged, looking at her to see she was surprised at what he'd said. “but what do you like?” she asked him. jameson laughed. "you." he answered easily enough.

she fell silent again as they continued on. the views of los angeles almost as magnificent as the art. they entered a gallery that seemed to be a study in light and shadow, with large, dramatic sculptures. he was comfortable even in the silence with her. felt like they were the only people in the world, the art surrounding them like a secret they were sharing, just the two of them.

“i think i like you too.” imani said softly. her tone didn't hold the same teasing as before. she was serious. jameson dipped his head to get a good look at her and stopped walking to face her. "why do you sound so sad when you say that?"

"because i don't know if i can trust you." imani said softly. jameson couldn't promise to be the picture of fidelity. he'd cheated once before in a relationship but that didn't seem to be the best thing to say to a woman you wanted to be with. "you can trust how i feel about you. i swear -- i have never felt like this in my life. you got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair and shit, girl. i got it bad." she gave him a short laugh, shaking her head, but he was pleased to see her smile again. "you gave me a chance for a date now give me a chance to show you that i want to be your man."

"my man? you moving kind of fast, ain't you?" "hell yeah. i'm trying to lock you down before a billionaire prince pull up on you out of nowhere." "you can't compete with a billionaire?" "absolutely not. i can't buy you a private island." "then what good are you?" "i can sing. i'm good looking. i give good dick. which reason work for you?"

"boy, bye!" imani pulled away, laughing abruptly as she waved him off. jameson followed closely, not wanting her to go too far from him. "where you going?" he asked her, holding on to her hand. imani snorted, pointing at the art across the room. "over there because you playing!" jameson's laughter echoed through the space and joined hers as she tried to shake him off. "nahhhh. come play with me over here."

her smile deepened, a challenge flickering in her eyes. "i'll play with you later." jameson stepped closer to her, pulling her close. "i'ma hold you to that." even in heels, she stood a few inches shorter than he was. he couldn't get over how fucking beautiful she was. pretty ass dark brown eyes. pretty ass nose that lead down to full, gorgeous lips. he couldn't even think about her body. he liked everything about this girl and acting like he didn't wasn't possible.

his hand moved to the small of her back, fingertips splayed as he kept her body against his. "you hungry?" imani nodded her head, her hands braced against his shoulders. jameson moved them side to side, swaying even though there was no music playing. "i got you. let me take care of you."

they ate dinner in the museum, specially made by a private chef --totally surrounded by art. jameson was pleased to see that she was excited. he was just as giddy. imani sat on his lap as they traded stories about work, their inspirations, and what they each wanted out of a relationship. they found they had several things in common -- big things and little things. family relationships, foods, even their favorite Disney movie. it was all the same. jameson wasn't the type to believe in love at first sight but he really did start to wonder if god put this woman in his life for a reason.

they left holding hands. he let her slide into his benz, intent on driving her home to complete an evening of being the perfect gentleman. the drive to her malibu home was filled with jokes, conversation, and singing along to songs on the radio. the tension between them remained but it was joined by comfort. they were truly starting to understand each other.

by the time they arrived to her place, he had made up his mind. he was going to give it all he had. he liked imani st. cirie -- and hopefully, she liked him too.

the warmth of the car enveloped them as jameson slid to a stop in front of her home. the chemistry between them made saying goodbye difficult. he didn't want to say goodnight to her. jameson turned the car off, attempting to gather his thoughts. he didn't want the last thing he said to her to be stupid. when he turned to say something -- he found imani was already staring.

it was like they moved at the same time. he unbuckled his seatbelt and before he could say a word, she had done the same. the world outside faded away as he damn near crowded her in the passenger seat. he could feel her heart race, each beat echoing in his head. he leaned in, their lips meeting briefly, before he heard her panting.

the kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were both savoring the sweetness of their new attraction. But soon, it deepened—hunger replaced hesitation. their lips moved in a rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign, pulling them deeper into each other's orbit.

imani moaned as his tongue found hers and jameson couldn't believe how good it sounded. he placed his hand against her thigh, grasping tightly as if he could pull her any closer. the middle console kept them further apart than he wanted them to be. when her hand came down and pulled his fingers higher up her thigh, jameson didn't hesitate.

her hands framed his face, thumb gently brushing his cheek as they kissed. his hand moved further up her thigh, brushing against the silk fabric of her dress. when the pad of his thumb brushed against her panties, she gasped.

it felt like an eternity before she caught her breath and gave him a quick moan. with expertise, jameson swept her underwear aside and pressed his thumb between her folds. she was already wet and made it easy for him to wedge his finger into her. imani's lips parted in surprise when he pressed against her. jameson took the opportunity to bite her lower lip -- brushing his tongue against it as her thighs tightened around his hand.

"i can't make you moan like that again if you don't keep your legs open. let me in." he whispered when he released her lip, pleased when imani immediately opened her legs for him. she reached down and pulled her dress higher, hips rising from the seat as she did so. he caught a flash of the thongs she wore as she pressed her ass to his leather seats.

they were both breathless, not taking the time to go inside her house or even move to the back seat. imani reached for him again, pulling his head across the space and kissing him deeply as jameson's hand went right back between her legs. she whimpered and moaned as he played with her clit -- teasing them both by thumbing and then circling the sensitive spot. by the time she was whining against his mouth, his dick was hard.

to his surprise, imani reached across the seat and placed her hand in his lap. the surprise spurred his fingers forward. his index and middle finger were soaking in her wetness as his thumb tapped her clit. imani's head fell back as he hissed, breaking the kiss to shake his head. "let me focus on you."

mani didn't pull her hand away. instead, she grasped his dick -- squeezing gently as her hips rocked onto his fingers. they slid in and out effortlessly. jameson twisted and delved deeply, pulling a variety of noises from the back of imani's throat. "she talkin' to me, mani." he prompted her. she groaned, riding his hand as quickly as she could. "you hear her? i bet i can make her talk some more."

the squelching and squishing echoed through the car. his palm and other fingers were soaked as the wetness ran down his hand. imani nodded her head, breath catching in her throat as he twisted his fingers and looked for that spot -- that one spot that he knew would have her screeching within the confines of his car. when he found it, she froze -- her whole body slumping back against the seat. "yes! y-yeah. just like that." she cried. jameson followed her, watching her face as he picked up the pace. he spread her juices across her clit with his thumb. when she shut her legs around his hand again, he used his free hand to grasp her thigh. "don't run from it. let me have it."

there he was, leaning over the center console, doing his best to make her cum less than an hour after their first date had ended. he kissed her lips gently, moaning with her as she shuddered. "i--i'm--cum" she whispered, words escaping her as she struggled to give him just three. "i know, baby. i feel it. let go. i got you."

jameson nodded, licking his tongue against her quivering lips. she opened her mouth for more and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, kissing her deeply as imani came around his fingers. she squeezed him tightly but he didn't stop. those two fingers kept thrusting, thumb kept flicking at her clit until she squirmed out of his grasp. her hand moving from his lap to grasp at his wrist. he was hard as fuck, eight and a half inches practically throbbing in his boxer briefs as he tried not to nut on himself.

he forced himself to slow down then -- pleased when she whimpered and asked for more kisses. jameson supplied them happily, stroking her insides with his fingers to calm her down. when she was sated and humming happily against his mouth, he pulled his hand back. they watched each other for a moment -- imani blinked at him as he licked his fingers clean.

jameson's gaze swept down her body as if he wanted to remember her just like that -- legs open, panties pushed aside, pussy wet and satisfied from his efforts. once his hand was 'clean', jameson reached over again and righted her clothing. imani still hadn't said a word. even when he opened his door to get out of the car. when he opened her door, he offered her his hand -- the same one he'd used to get her off.

imani took it and exited the car. she didn't seem to be in a daze anymore. "this was...a wonderful date." she told him softly. "i wonder what you'll come up with next time." before jameson could say a word, she pressed her hand to his chest and lifted her head to give him a kiss. he accepted it happily, greedily even. they stood like that for a moment, kissing on the sidewalk. his arms wrapped around her waist, fingertips finding their way to that delicious ass. jameson squeezed briefly and imani broke the kiss. "call me." she told him with a smirk before walking away.

he didn't know if she smirked because she could feel how hard his dick was when she kissed him or if she knew that he was going to call her as soon as he got in the car. either way -- he was pretty sure that this girl was going to be the death of him.

her best friend sat across the room, sketching designs for her portfolio. if she wasn't so distracted, she would have noticed imani scrolling through her texts. she had unblocked jameson and found a flurry of text messages.

how are you? i miss you. can we talk? baby, i think we need sit down and talk this shit out. i love you, imani. i'm not fighting it anymore. please call me

how is it that he made her want to forgive him? it was like when they were talking or when he was in front of her -- she forgot the horrible shit he had done. she forgot the affair, she forgot the way he confessed. she forgot the way he only seemed to give his all when he felt like she was moving on from him. she hated the way he infiltrated her mind when she was with someone new. it seemed like she was doomed to keep falling for jameson -- and the thought scared her.

"just do it. you know you want to."

imani's gaze shot up from the phone to see genie peering over at her from her drawing table. despite being gorgeous enough to be a model, genie adesanya preferred to design the clothes. her curls were pinned to the top of her head and the glasses she wore were circular -- making her eyes appear even larger and more adorable.

she was southern by birth but her father was a lakers legend. a jersey-hanging-in-the-rafters-at-staples-center kind of legend. everybody loved genie. even jameson. she and he had practically been raised together when his mother and her father spent a few years dating but ultimately decided to remain friends. as close as they were, once imani stepped onto the scene -- she and genie became best friends. she took her side over jameson's. always. despite being total opposites persona wise, nobody understood imani better than genie did.

"he's blocked so i do not want to do anything." imani retorted, wrinkling her nose at her friend. she didn't bother to deny that they weren't talking about jameson.

genie got up from her drawing desk, smiling at imani as she made her way across the room and bounced down onto her friend's lap. imani quickly shoved her off with a snort and the two ended up slap boxing each other. "don't lie to me, girl!" genie yelled at her, avoiding imani's hands as she rolled off the couch and onto the floor. "you've been moping and sighing around here all week. you hiding from him?"

of course she was. jameson knew where genie lived but imani hoped that if he approached her there, genie wouldn't let them sneak off together. she was sick of falling into the same pattern with him. fight, break up, fuck, fall in love again. wash, rinse, and repeat. "i'm tired of this shit with him, genie." imani admitted, sighing softly.

genie sat up and pat her hand against imani's. "i know. but...the heart wants what it wants, mani. i'm not saying you should listen to me. i'm bad at love. I've made so many mistakes. but i can see what you really want. i know you. it's why i know jameson has lived in your head rent free for years, girl. and you live in his. i'm not saying you gotta trust him immediately. just -- just text him back. maybe it's a mistake but what if it isn't? what if y'all get it right this time?"

a true romantic at heart, imani admired genie's belief in love. she just wasn't sure she trusted it. she remained silent as genie gave her time to process. she returned to her drawing table, picking up the pencil and finishing her sketches in silence.

imani fiddled with her phone for a moment before groaning out loud. if this man broke her heart again, she was going to fucking kill him.

[ imani ] : what are you doing next week? [ blockdt unless horny ] : nothing. you want me? [ imani ] : i guess we can talk then. [ blockdt unless horny ] : why wait until then? wya? i can come there. [ imani ] : i'm at genie's but don't come here. [ blockdt unless horny ] : why not? [ imani ] : i need a minute, jamie. i didn't expect this and i don't know if this is the right decision for me. [ blockdt unless horny ] : i understand. i do. but baby, you and me have something. i fucked it up before but i'm not gonna fuck it again. i can't lose it twice. [ imani ] : we can talk about it next week. [ blockdt unless horny ] : okay. what day? [ imani ] : Thursday. i'll be back from Italy then. [ jamie ] : i already miss you. [ imani ] : i'll miss you too 🙄 [ jamie ] : lmfao i'll take that. i'ma do right this time, mani. i swear on my life. [ imani ] : we'll see. [ jamie ] : yes, we will. i try not to make mistakes but when i do, i only make them once. i'll be the man you deserve. i promise. [ imani ] : i really want to believe you [ jamie ] : we can start there, baby. that's a start.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING 😭

But first oh my god Frankie and Rosie’s sweet domesticity melts my heart! I love them, and picturing him scrubbing the grease from her hands just so he can kiss them, you do know you’ve got me giggling and kicking my feet! I love them so TERRIBLY much! Their love is just so good, and true- you’ve written such a fantastic love story for them.

Bucky’s back 🥹 BUCKY’S BACK !!!

His reasons for not writing, the way him and Frankie had completely different feelings about being mad and then having that moment together was just so perfect. They both needed that, it gave them each back a piece of themselves that was ultimately thought lost when he went down. I am so beyond happy to see these two friends together again.

I spy DeMarco making a run for Suze! 🤭 yay!

George knowing the boys were all coming back, and keeping it a surprise for Frankie… best friends doing best friend things I love it!!!

I was so SO happy to see an update this morning! You made my Saturday morning coffee so much more enjoyable! 🥰

WE'RE SO BACK!!!

frankie and rosie's scene in this chapter had me kicking my feet twirling my hair and shit. they're literally the most married ever it's insane. HE LOVES HIS WIFE!!!

bucky and frankie are soooo important to me. I've been anticipating writing this reunion for SO LONG and I PRAY I've done it justice - their friendship is so lovely and genuine, and I'm so happy to bring them back together again after everything that's happened.

couldn't help but throw in a quick outsider pov of demarco going MIA in search of susie. made my heart happy, purely self-indulgent.

GEORGE!!! that's all. george aarons you are That Bitch

thank you again for your asks, love - i always love hearing your thoughts!! <3

[ilektrasteam]

The way adult fans treat child characters is a topic I talked with a friend about recently.

As an adult fan myself (a rare specimen, what am I even doing here) we really need to stop this misanthropic stuff. "Ewww children I want to dropkick them".

No. Stop. Act like an adult. I find babies ugly too, but even though I don't have the role of a parent, I have that of an elder sister (in a way) when I am in a group of minors. Instead of promoting violence against children maybe push them to grow into less "annoying" people?

I hate that in fandom space grooming is more common than advising. Unless of course we're talking about grown people venting to children and asking children for advice, because that's also a common occurrence

The worst take I have seen in this fandom is that Nicky is at fault for what happened to him because "what he did is illegal". Even in the canon outside the books where Nicky *spoilers spoilers spoilers for buried secrets I will not mention because that ending twist is INSANE* he still is just a kid who was worried for his friends. Victim blaming at its finest.

Enzo's way of handling the conflict is immature and bad, but he IS right. Peterson is dangerous and if in real life any kids attempted what the inventor's club did, they'd end up in a shitty mukbang true crime video. Him hanging out with seth must've been a desperate attempt for him to distance himself from what must be a traumatic experience for any 12 yo out there.

Nicky was in the right too, in his own way. He saw no progress in the case and the adults of raven brooks being indifferent so he decided to take action. Both are in the right and both reactions are reasonable. If anyone is at fault, it is the raven brooks community and its negligence towards its children. Seriously, in a responsible community, it wouldn't need a group of children getting involved with a man that is known for being shady to bring attention to the fact that two children are missing. They'd step up and deal with the issue themselves. Though there is a reason why the community is like that but that's talked about in the next trilogy.

Also random, but these dialogue snippets really remind me of how underrated the writing in these books are. The "number one student in high school literature class" me woke up from a 2 year slumber seeing all the themes and writing techniques used. I am sure a literature teacher would have the time of their life analyzing the text. Love the use in parallels, the espocito-roth parent and son parallel is not the only theme between characters. I also noticed that both nicky and peterson are talented engineers, or BUBBE HERSELF. Also Nicky is better at spatial awareness but may fail with people reading (we love autism youth). Nicky being good with noticing the enviroment is good because he is investigating by looking into clues and sneaking around and it's definitely helping him, but his bad people skills are constantly causing him trouble. This also includes him trying so bad to put a bad light on enzo (something that parallels a certain line later on in the books "He's an absolute mess. Definitely my friend"). For real though, he constantly comments on the surrounding environment (he noticed the llama farms when his parents did not, he is always describing the area he is in with vivid detail etc etc)

Speaking of bad people reading skills, I've seen a complaint about him pushing the topic of investigation on others when the others are clearly unwilling to talk about it, and honestly there's nothing wrong with that??? It's a very normal character flaw?? He is anxious about his friends??? And anxiety makes a person obsess over something???

If you read the next trilogy that is told through Aaron's POV, you may discover that his abilities and attitude also parallel the story's specific needs

Enzo Esposito: The Most Basic Misunderstanding of a Character

Don't really wanna make this a long post, but 'wanting' doesn't mean you 'can', so here we are. Been a while since I've done one of those, so I hope I still have the gas.

I'll be frank; for a fandom that still insists on trying to justify (understanding is one thing) Theodore's actions, I'm not really surprised some people still fail to get Enzo and his arc correct. It's funny, because I wouldn't even say he's that much of a complex character with a brain-wracking morality.

What Enzo suffers is what pretty much every child character goes through: he acts like a child—therefore he's annoying. Unless your character is a serious, flawless person with a strong sense of morality, he's whiny. He's 'unnecessary'.

Gregory. Cassie. Elizabeth Afton. Charlotte Emily. Cassidy. Susie. Daniel Diaz. They're all victims of that (the treatment's even worse if the character is a girl).

With that in mind, let's try to understand who Enzo is.

Enzo Esposito

We first see him in the early parts of Missing Pieces—though he doesn't appear much in this book in general. Enzo at first is that quirky kid with nerdy interests that you can click with for some reason.

Let's see: when they first meet, Nicky and Enzo have one thing in common—their parents know each other. Like any parent, they expect their kids to become friends as well, despite the differences between them.

Still, Enzo (and I want to emphasize this) is the one that sparks their friendship. He helps Nicky get clothes. They game for a bit. Then Aaron appears and Enzo becomes distant. Everything seemed fine between Enzo and Nicky, until, for some reason, Aaron's friendship with Nicky made Enzo act strange (in the purest form of a romance novel).

Time passes, and Enzo goes largely missing (pun intended) from the novel. Nicky does end up mentioning to Aaron about Enzo's weird behavior when he appeared earlier on in the store, as well as how everyone seems to look at Aaron... differently.

Reading is a fun exercise, so I'd like you to pay attention to these following excerpts:

“I think [Enzo] said he knows you,” I say, trying again.

This time Aaron looks up. “He doesn’t know anything.” (Page 69.)

and,

“Enzo stopped hanging out with me because he’d rather play video games,” Aaron says quietly, wiggling the tab of his soda can until it comes off. (Page 70.)

Aaron suggests that Enzo would rather play his expensive videogames than wasting time with weirdos like him. He says that Enzo doesn't know anything about him, despite claiming so. This prompts Nicky to avoid Enzo as well.

A lot of things happen, Nicky is prohibited to see Aaron, and then he goes to spend quality time with the Espositos. This is one of my favorite parts of the book. Nicky tries really hard to paint them as a rich, snob family, but it crumbles real quickly when Enzo acts nice to him.

“Cool hat,” [Enzo] says, and he ruins everything because he’s nice again. (Page 131.)

Their bonding goes over gaming, and they start to have fun. Nicky eventually brings up Aaron again, and Enzo brings a new perspective over things.

It was far from being a rift over wealth, but because Mr. Peterson said something extremely inappropriate to Maritza (his younger sister, by the way). And Aaron and Mya were starting to act as if the Esposito siblings didn't belong in their house after Lucy's death—instead of the other way around.

Given Mr Peterson's weird behavior (that Nicky experienced by first-hand), it's not unreasonable to assume that Aaron lied about Enzo.

Okay, so the beef between Esposito and Peterson was a more complicated matter, instead of materialistic reason. Still, Enzo never said he hated Aaron, nor did he have anything against him. It was his father who was problem.

That's part one.

Flash forward to Waking Nightmares. Enzo's character has a peak here. He might be the quirky kid with nerdy interests, but he's far from shy.

Actually, Enzo slips up a lot.

It starts with him ditching Nicky and Maritza over Seth and Ruben—the latter who were obviously keeping Enzo around to make fun of him. Enzo was oblivious to this and acted neglectfully over Maritza missing Mya (which in turn leads to Nicky and Maritza bonding).

Anyway, the gang would go on to investigate Mr. Peterson behind Enzo's back and consent. This leads to the rift between him and Nicky in chapter 7, which mirrors the conflict between Jay and Mr. Esposito.

This chapter has one of the best delivery of lines from this book.

“Have fun with your new friends,” I say.

As soon as I have my back to [Enzo], I hear him say, “Have fun alone.” (Page 82.)

Meow.

So they obviously went too far here. Both of them. Mind you, the original topic was over the investigation of Mr. Peterson, which then escalated to something else.

The point is: I'd like to highlight that, despite acting a little rude, Enzo has a point in the overall discussion. While it's understandable that Nicky (and Maritza) wants Enzo's support in the investigation, Mr. Peterson is a very dangerous man—Enzo knows from experience. Putting Maritza and Trinity in danger is a no-brainer for him, so you can understand why Enzo would be reluctant to help and even try to pull Nicky out of it.

Now, there's something really important that needs to be stated here.

The Hello Neighbor kids aren't the mystery gang. They don't solve problems without flaws. They aren't detectives. 12 year olds should be focusing on socializing at school, not solving a missing case.

The hello neighbor kids are a bunch of children trying to find their identities in a town that has a bunch of problems.

They are all tweens. They are stupid. They say stupid things. They get out of hand.

But they aren't enemies. By the end of the day, they are still friends. They want what they think is better for them.

Despite their fall out, Enzo manages to realize that he was being used as a laughing stock by Seth and Ruben (although I'll admit that was off-screen and a little rushed). He does make up to Nicky and does apologize over what he said.

The overall point is:

Enzo is a dynamic character. He has quirky interests and acts a little nerdy (and has a lot of comebacks), but he can mess up sometimes when he thinks he's right. He's still just a kid. He doesn't hate Nicky or Aaron. He manages to see beyond his flaws and try to be a better person.

To me, Enzo is a good character because there's nuance behind him. He's not one-sided. He's not just mean, but he's also not just nice (unlike a certain character from the franchise whose only remarkable trait is being mean).

Anyway, the reason behind the mess that is this post (I'm sleepy, sorry) is that Enzo is kind of a misunderstood character in the fandom—like pretty much any child character. Usually characters that holds realistic expectations (especially when it comes to their age) tend to be hated.

Oh well.

[greg-montgomery]

aaron hotchner x reader fic recs <3

i've been wanting to do this for a long time in case someone is looking for some hotch recs and doesn't know where to start!!

i'll start with my favorite series:

Seeing Him by @arsonhotchner is one of my favorite series ever. there is just so much longing and i love all the tension and some of the lines in this story are stuck in my brain forever <3

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity by @maybege ahhhh <333 i love when fics start with the reader thinking that hotch doesn't like them. there's one bed and protective hotch and just all the good stuff...

Life Changes by @wilbur-rabbit !!! falling in love with aaron...this series has all my favorite tropes and so much protective hotch...

Yes, Mr. President by @doctorstethoscope okay so i have just started reading this so i haven't even been able to reblog it with my comments yet but i couldn't not include it because it's SO GOOD? these two are soulmates. (nsfw)

To Have and To Hold by @ssahotchswife comfort series <3333 getting married with aaron when you're drunk and then continuing a fake marriage <333333333333 (nsfw)

Irresistible by @fatherhotchner oh goddddd...i don't even know what to say about this one. so hot and the writing is sooooo good. the parts from aaron's pov make me go feral <333 (nsfw)

Breaking Up Slowly by @hotchs-bitch if you want to experience some real fucking pain read this <333 the angst is so well written i felt like i was actually going through a breakup.

As it Seems by @ladylibby !! as it seems my beloved <333 it's so SWEET!!! aaron falls in love so hard in this and his thoughts about the reader always make me melt and i just ahhhh i love it.

Come Back Home by @hotched tolerate it by taylor swift makes me think of this fic :( it hurts a lot it's such a favorite.

Lifelong by @arsonhotchner it will break your heart but it will glue it back together <33 unrequited love hurts me like nothing else so this series is so close to my heart.

Enough For Now by @cconstant-ccraving this is only two parts but omfg. i love it so much. hotch is really mean to the reader but then something happens. i think about this every day.

and now for one shots:

Little Things by @shyhotch it's so sweet and cute and fluffy and it's what aaron deserves!!! that's exactly the life he should be living and i always get butterflies in my stomach when i think about this fic.

Everything Worthy by @shyhotch aaron in this..............pls...how can one man be this hot and this sweet at the same time. it's about having your first time with hotch and omg it's just perfect. (nsfw)

An awful lot like goodbye by @kryptonitejelly hurts SO GOOD!! i loved loved loved it. (nsfw)

baby by @needinghotch this is so fucking cute i can't!! hotch accidentally calls you baby in front of the team aaahhhhhhhhhh

Spider-Man Lunchbox by @hotched the life he DESERVES. bringing him lunch at work with little jack <333

Meet the Hotchners by @ssahotchswife I LOVE THIS FIC. the way aaron acts in this is so dreamy...and it's going undercover as a couple trope ahhh <33 (nsfw)

More by @arsonhotchner i can't even begin to explain how hot this is. like aaron's words make me go insane. (nsfw)

anytime by @heliotropehotch this just hits different when you're constantly worried if you're good enough at your job. i'd give anything to have hotch comfort me about it like this.

Book Club by @ssahotchswife this is just soooo fluffy and cute and i want to read and talk about books with aaron so bad.

Big Dick Energy by @maybege this is soooo hotttt <3333 god i wish that were me. (nsfw)

new beginnings by @gxtitobxby the softest thing 🥺 if this was my life i'd never complain about anything ever again.

i'll probably make a p2 of this post bc i know i'll remember fics that i love and that i forgot to include here!! <33

[hottie0]

pov: your ig if spencer reid was your bf (pt 2 bc these are rly fun to make)

y/u/n = your username

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y/u/n that jawline is the reason i don’t get any work done

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ahotchner Do your work.

| drspencerreid Yes, sir.

| y/u/n sir yes sir 🫡

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y/u/n can’t remember who’s wedding we went to…

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emprentiss you both had an insane amount to drink so i don’t blame u

| y/u/n had a blast tho

jjareau rude.

| y/u/n happy wedding jj 🥳🥳🥳🥳

| drspencerreid I had a great time. Thank you for the open bar.

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y/u/n squad slay moment

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jjareau we ate

| emprentiss no crumbs left

ahotchner When was this taken?

| y/u/n u were busy flirting with rossi

| derekmorgan73 #powercouple

5 hours ago

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y/u/n when will it be my turn

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bbygrlgarcia AHH what I would do to have cute little genius babies !!!!

| y/u/n thats what i’m saying girl

drspencerreid Then let’s get to it.

| jjareau omg spencer making a dirty joke on y/n’s ig??

| y/u/n he’s come out of his shell 😍😍

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y/u/n if your name is aaron hotchner please scroll

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📌 y/u/n glad you’re all enjoying this

derekmorgan73 PRETTY BOY GOT GAME

emprentiss this is shocking

jjareau what is GOING ON

alexblakee When is this from?

| y/u/n my first year at the bau 🤭🤭

drspencerreid I hate you for this

| y/u/n you love the attention don’t lie

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y/u/n shoutout derek for cutting my head off in this pic rly appreciate it buddy

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derekmorgan73 you’re too gorgeous, girl i wouldve been doing the kid dirty

| drspencerreid Save it for Garcia

| y/u/n go spencer!

| derekmorgan73 ooh pretty boy packs a punch

emprentiss ew a loving relationship so gross totally not jealous

| y/u/n this is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me

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y/u/n i love watching you be smart

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📌drspencerreid Creep

bbygrlgarcia so cute!!!!!!

ahotchner I still don’t understand why you two insist on taking photos of eachother on the job.

| y/u/n you’re too ugly to understand boss man

drspencerreid I love you more than anything in the world.

| y/u/n haha take that bitches

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y/u/n 🤍

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emprentiss throwing up so hard rn

| y/u/n ur welcome

drspencerreid I didn’t know I could look like that.

| y/u/n you’re so sexy and hot and sexy ilysm

| emprentiss freaks

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y/u/n he said he knew a place

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jjareau put the dogs away, spence

| y/u/n you know what they say abt big feet 😍😍

| jjareau wish i didnt 😍😍

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y/u/n pov spencer reid tries to seduce you

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davidrossiofficial I’m traumatized.

| y/u/n ROSSI!!! YOU’RE HERE!!!

| davidrossiofficial I regret letting Penelope teach me about the internet.

| bbygrlgarcia ugh so rude

derekmorgan73 damn reid no wonder you’re a virgin

| drspencerreid Am not

| y/u/n definitely not

| emprentiss gross

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