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SPEND IT / holiday edition?

A/N: haven’t done one of these pieces in awhile and I should at least do one once a year? Maybe. Idk. My ask box is still on hiatus but I felt inspired to write for this time around—also I’m sick with a sinus infection and needed a break from binge-watching shows lol. Also based on the we’re not really strangers couple or relationship edition questions? + stream coco jones 🫶🏽 + NOW EDITED and I hope you enjoy this!

OJ HAYWOOD

Black Friday’s didn’t include much planning unless you dragged OJ out from the ranch to do so. He was always up at the crack of ass anyways…so you didn’t see what the issue was when it came to being in stores to catch a deal. Nonetheless it still irritated him, that man hated being around people too long and obviously preferred hanging with his horses.

However he’d tolerate it for a hour or two just to be with you.

You’ve been together for three years—long distance but been the best of friends since middle school. A lot had changed since you came back from Alaska, learning about this new found species? that took over Agua Dulce had your mind spinning, especially as a biologist.

You missed out on all of it and couldn’t be there during the lost of Otis Sr. due to the snow storms in Alaska, lack of flights and by the time you got back home…you were there for the aftermath. Which meant getting all the details and wondering if the lab you worked for had any further information. Of course they did. Most importantly, you wanted to be there for OJ but he seemed to brush it off, as if it was just another obstacle on the Haywood ranch.

He knew he could be vulnerable with you but it’s not something he wanted to do. It’s not something OJ simply did. You couldn’t recall a time OJ ever got emotional—even when his mother passed back as a child and to learn that it didn’t change as a adult was interesting.

What did change was the amount of eyes OJ had on him now. It was Emerald’s idea to have the four of you participate in this questionnaire that would be filmed, you know like those ones you see on YouTube? Emerald and Angel would be paired while you and OJ would be together. At first everyone assumed it was some interview to get further information on Jean Jacket but Emerald convinced you all that it wasn’t. It would be like gathering around for another round of “Friendsgiving,” she threw yesterday.

Except you would all get a check at the end of the session.

“As if you need more money,” OJ muttered on the drive to the studio.

Em smacked her lips, “why wouldn’t I? No, why wouldn’t all of us? We have to catch the bag especially with the way inflation is treating us. You’re welcome, negro!” She slapped the back of his headrest while OJ just hummed.

You were only participating because you knew OJ wouldn’t do it otherwise. You even took off work to be here and to be honest, it didn’t hurt to have extra money in your pocket for the upcoming holidays. However you got what OJ was hinting at since those pictures and interviews not long after the Jean jacket incident went viral. And Emerald Haywood was all about the business; if she was eating good, so was the rest of her people, period.

Which brought you to this very moment. You could tell OJ was ready to go home after the first round of questions. He didn’t understand why it had to take over a half hour to get the both of you ready and set up. Plus those bright lights were so hot that OJ had to toss his hat onto the table fifteen minutes into shooting.

It was your turn to start the first question to the second round, “What type of social situations make you feel the most awkward?” You read off the card, watching as OJ lolled his head around to look at you.

His large round eyes gave you a look as he sat up straight in the chair now. He drummed his fingers against the table pretending to think about it, “Situations exactly like this one.”

“You guys walked right into that.” You laughed, glancing at the camera and then a few of the camera crew.

A woman added, “Can you please elaborate?”

OJ sighed pressing his elbows into the table, “I don’t care to be in social situations like that. If you haven’t noticed I’m not a big talker and this is probably the most y’all got me to talk today. I can go a whole day without saying much and be fine with it. Put me in a bar and people start conversations with me there, awkward. I used to go to bars with my late father and he had no issue chatting with anyone there. Me? I’m ready to go after one drink. Send me to the store? I don’t browse, I go there for a reason, get what I need to and I’m going back home. I don’t need all eyes on me given what I’ve just been through and ‘specially right now. It’s uncomfortable and the only reason I didn’t get up after level one and leave is because of my honey that’s sitting right across from me.”

The room went silent as OJ voiced exactly what he was feeling. Those that didn’t know him would feel like this was a outburst but you knew better as his frame visibly relaxed after he said his peace. His eyes went back to yours as you placed the card to the pile and reached out for one of his hands. OJ’s ebony calloused but warm hand gave yours a nice squeeze as you dipped your head at him.

“You okay to continue baby? Or you wanna scram? I’m sure they have enough content from us to edit.” You asked while OJ gave out a brief turn of his lips.

OJ thanked you with his eyes, “Mm. I’ll ask a question to you before we do. Cool with you?”

“Sure.”

He tilted his head with a nod before holding a card up to his eyes to read, not caring what the crew thought at this point, “what would you change about the world?”

Taking a deep inhale, your mind scrambled with multiple options. The mistreatment of the environment would be the most simplest answer.

OJ always loved watching you as your brain tried to process everything you were thinking. It was almost as if he could see the light bulbs in your eyes as they scanned for a answer from your brilliant brain.

A smile erupted on your own lips as you said, “I’d change everything it’s done to you.”

OJ immediately pulled the back of your hand up to his lips. He didn’t need you to further explain like he knew the film crew was expecting, your words attached to the genuine light in your eyes was all he needed to make his heart swell. He’d wouldn’t tell you that but he showed you with a kiss to your skin.

JESSIE “JR” RAYMOND

What started out as a light hearted segment during what this production called, “round one,” quickly shifted as you sat across your boyfriend of a few months.

You didn’t want to hear anyone call you a bad sport (since you weren’t keen on this whole idea in the first place) so you showed up. It also put you at ease because you would be doing these questions with JR which you had no knowledge of thanks to Nate. You assumed it would be you versus which ever friend production pulled out a hat or whatever Nate told them.

It was Friendsgiving after all but you weren’t complaining! You considered JR your friend who you easily fell in love with but always fell back because it wasn’t the right timing. You only just got around to being friends your senior year of high school and you never thought you’d be friends with a whole ass jock. It wasn’t really your scene not after you’ve seen plenty do your friends dirty…yes that means you were bias but JR so happened to be different.

Which meant he had shameless girls falling over and after him. You vowed not to be one of them despite your own mother, aunties, and your own “Christian,” grandmother telling you to get JR on lock as soon as you could. Like? Why couldn’t you just be friends? He had such a good heart, you knew that but it took you going to college together the first two years to want that heart full-time.

JR cleared his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet yours underneath his eyelashes. You knew from the expression on his face that this was serious or it could be him putting on a dramatic effect. However usually a smile broke as he got the question out but that face did not change as he held the card.

“Will I find your ex on your instagram/facebook feed? Why or why not?” JR flicked the card onto the table as you laughed a little.

“What’s funny?”

“I’m only on Instagram and Twitter. I deleted my Facebook after some country ass great-uncles got creepy and their girlfriends got mouthy like we’re not related so…no.” You started while JR carefully took in your words.

You reached out to run a hand up JR’s clothed sleeve as you kept smiling, “y’all got my man stressed over this and for what? I don’t nearly have as many exes as Jessie…”

“Don’t deflect, baby. Stay on track, please.” JR encouraged while you rolled your eyes.

“For Twitter no. I don’t know if they follow me or not and I don’t want to take the time to find out,” you continued, “I know for sure I don’t follow them. I had one or two request on Instagram but i didn’t feel like it was necessary to allow that. Even before JR and I decided to be official. Those relationships didn’t end bad or anything like that but that’s the past and I don’t need to know what’s they’re doing in their daily lives. I wish them well though but I’m focused on my life and what I have going on.”

“Well alright,” JR was all grins then while you shook your head at him in disbelief.

Then the film crew had to stir the pot, “what about you JR? Would they find any of your exes on your feed?”

JR stopped smiling then which made you quirk up a brow before you glanced at your gel-x nails.

“Uh—it’s kinda similar to my baby’s Twitter but with Instagram. My page isn’t on private though and anyone can follow me and I do have more relationships than them. So yeah I have exes from high school that still follow me and I follow them. I haven’t unfollowed them because I’m now in a relationship.” JR was honest with his answer.

You now toyed with JR’s initial necklace that was now on your neck as he said this.

“Does this bother you?” One of the film crew asked.

Lifting your shoulders you replied, “this wasn’t my question for JR but…not really? I’m secure in our relationship, although it’s fresh but we’ve been friends for a couple of years now and I have faith in us. I feel like I know him well enough to not think negatively about what he maybe thinking about his past encounters. That’s a closed chapter. I’m the new one. Therefore, I’m not going to demand what he does on his account. Simple.”

“We solid.” JR confirmed, holding his hand out for dap.

You did your signature handshake, “real bad but we’re not gonna ignore the double standard here. That’s a private conversation for another day.”

JR dipped his head, now looking at you a bit sheepishly, “Agreed.”

Plucking up a card you read off your question to your boyfriend, “What could you have done better in your previous relationship(s)?”

Huffing to yourself you placed it down. You wondered if these questions were instigating anything between your friends too because it definitely seemed like they were trying to start something between you two. However the both of you knew how to handle yourselves quite well.

“Communication,” JR told with furrowed brows as he said this, “most definitely. I had that issue all throughout high school when it came to disagreements and was ready to call it quits with a swiftness. The childishness was so bad at fourteen.” He laughed to himself before saying, “I even struggled with that in my last relationship freshman year in college.”

You knew of this situation and empathized with it. It was not your relationship to pass judgment on but you were there when JR broke it off and seen how hurt he had been. It pained him even further when he learned the truth and how he felt like he wasn’t a good enough boyfriend. Ultimately to know what his ex had truly been through and how she would live with that for the rest of her life, bothered him.

He shut her out because of his assumption and lack of communication.

“How’s the communication going between you two?”

JR lifted his brows, searching your eyes for this answer. He didn’t want to say something when you may not feel the same.

Keeping your eyes on JR’s you spoke, “we take the time to. I actually think Jessie’s great at it, he really listens to understand and not listen to speak since you know how there’s people like that? Not my man.” You winked making JR slowly beam at you, “He also knows how to ask open ended questions when we really need to discuss something.”

“Yes, I learned a little something something in my behavioral course.” JR smiled, “they’re a different communicator though. It’s lots of non-verbal cues I have to pick up on to get a sense if talking is what is needed at the time. We kinda just know what works after being around each other for a bit.”

You mirror his smile.

“So it’s all peaches and cream?”

JR glanced at the crew, sensing what you were feeling as the conversation shifted this round. He wasn’t sure if it was to get content or was the purpose truly trying to get the both of you to get closer. To connect. However that phrase felt…shady as you would say. Y’all were being open with complete strangers so why was it feeling like no one in the room was rooting for you when they didn’t know you?

“Yeah,” JR refrained from turning his eyes into slits at the main person that was prying, “and if it isn’t? We’ll do our damn best to figure it out because that’s what a team does.”

He turned back to you, watching as you got up to sit down in his lap, arms slipping around his neck. You two shared a slow peck solidifying that as his hands rested on your waist.

“Team work makes the dream work.” You stated staring into his eyes briefly, before looking back at the crew as JR placed a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes ma’am, you’re my dream.”

You face JR again, knowing he meant that as you caressed his brows; staring down at his lips knowing he was awaiting another kiss.

“We’re being corny.” You mumbled, knowing you were still attached to a mic but it didn’t matter.

JR lightly gripped your jaw as he shrugged, “I know but we still cute though.”

Which earned him a laugh and another kiss.

LANDO JOHNSON

“What did the people who raised you teach you about love?”

Lando let out a low whistle as you read the question. You chuckled to yourself reaching for the glass of water to cater to your growing sore throat. Just imagine being sick around turkey day? What the hell were you supposed to enjoy without your throat hurting? Cranberry sauce?

“Oh, we getting deep huh sweetheart.” Lando rubbed his hands together, before glancing upwards at the lights in thought.

“Times two.” You held up a peace sign, making Lando laugh as he watched you.

Lando fell silent, pressing his elbows into his upper thighs as he thought about his parents marriage. “I’m a military brat, my father is a marine and plans on retiring as soon as I graduate and go pro. So we’re all supposed to accept change but my mother? She wasn’t like that. She hated change and was your typical Georgia peach. Georgia is all she’s ever known so when she met my dad she wasn’t willing to go over all the place, she liked traveling but not if that meant she had to spend it alone. Once she got pregnant with me that stopped, she had seen enough and my mom was always set in her ways.”

Placing your hand on top of Lando’s for comfort you listened to what you already knew.

“My parents are complete opposites. My dad can be tough, disciplined, active, and prideful. My mother was a artist, one of her paintings is actually in the library at our university. She was quiet but stubborn, kind-hearted, and goofy at times…” Lando described the two that raised him, “They taught me that love is patient and love is not a need or a want.”

You felt like Willow at the red table talk as you listened to your boyfriend tell you this. Whenever you had conversations like these, lando can have you thinking about a lot and you admired that. He had a way with words and knew how to challenge you by looking at things from all perspectives.

In the end, not all things are one sided.

“How so?” You commented as his eyes found yours.

Lando used his free hand to caress his chin as he explained, “my dad would be off on duty in other countries while we stayed here in Georgia. To anyone on the outside it appeared as if that was what worked for them but I knew there were times that they both grew tired of this. Yet they were patient with each other, learned that together. However they taught me the difference between need and want. Need can be based around fear, and a lot of people feel like they can’t live without someone so they need them. Fear is the opposite of love, you shouldn’t be fearful in a relationship. Wanting gives them the freedom to leave but you still love them. When my mother got diagnosed…my dad and I both learned more about the need and want aspect.”

“Wow,” you breathed feeling like the two of you were the only ones in the room—which was often.

“My parents could live without each other and love with distance. I think that was the universe preparing them for my mother’s future departure. It all makes sense to me. To some it won’t but I know love can take work and isn’t always what you expect.” Lando finalized.

“Shout-out to Mr. And Mrs. Johnson.” You clapped it up for the pair while Lando just shrugged his shoulders with a grin.

Lando reached for his own card to read to you, “they’re pretty cool but I’m cooler right sweetheart?” He winked before he awaited your answer.

“You aight.” You teased while Lando shook his head and looked directly into the camera.

“We don’t rock with liars.”

“Oh, shut up.” You lightly kicked his foot underneath the table.

Lando inhaled trying to get comfortable in this ugly bamboo chair, “okay, croaky. I mean love—this is your question.”

Balling up your fist at the man you laughed, almost going into a coughing fit before he slid your water closer to you. Raising the glass you mouthed at the camera, ‘it’s not COVID.’

“So…how’s your heart today? Really?”

It was almost as if Lando had this question memorized with the way it said it with such ease. He didn’t even have to break eye-contact to ask this and seemed pretty intuitive to your response. Lando didn’t mind having chats like this and thrived on discussions, if he had something to say you were gonna hear it no matter what tone.

From the moment he started going to therapy after enduring panic attacks, he was pretty open about talking things out. He had his mother to thank for that, she didn’t allow him to bottle things up whereas his father preferred to get his frustrations out at the gun range instead. Which Lando knew wasn’t the healthiest since the military had this agenda that you had to be this stone cold person…he just accepted that was something his father wouldn’t change.

Don’t get the man wrong, his father knew when it was time to ask for help; once Lando started having panic attacks but that didn’t mean he didn’t let his pride lead the way in the beginning. And the man tried as Lando got older because Mr. Johnson also found that he needed someone to talk to too and what better person to do that than with their own son?

So yes Orlando Johnson did not mind having these conversations with someone he was spending time with.

He watched you intently, like he always did when you spoke. Just as much as your eyes shined watching him talk, his own heart felt fluttery? Whenever he looked at you.

“…somedays it’s like woooo I’m at the top of the world or a rollercoaster and then sometimes its like the drop from a rollercoaster then I’m feeling like a ogre crawling out some quicksand you know?” Your eyes were wide as you rambled, which made Lando chuckle as he zoned back in on your reply, “that’s that seasonal depression hitting but as for today? I’m a nice…I don’t know 6.5/10.”

“I receive that,” Landon said, “what can I do if anything to help make it better?”

“You’re already doing it, handsome.” You held out your glass to clink against Lando’s.

DAMON SIMS

There you two were sitting across from each other in the room with bright lights and cold air.

Damon was leaning towards you, elbows pressed into the table, while you leaned into your fist as if you were in some deep studying session and Damon was on the field ready for whatever.

“Damon, What question are you trying to answer in your life right now?”

Damon lifted his hands as he chewed on the back of his lip and then said, “how to continue moving forward in a lot of my relationships right now and what the rest of the year is gonna look like?”

You nodded your head, not shocked about this answer but felt a little worried. Did those relationships also include you? You knew most of that answer was based on Damon’s relationship with his father, although you knew he was ready to move on with his biological mom and proceeded to give the same treatment he felt his biological dad gave him when he gave him up, you knew damon still wanted answers.

“I got a lot going on although the gorgeous smile may have a lot of y’all fooled,” Damon peeked at the camera flashing a grin that you lightly shook your head at, the man couldn’t help but to let that ego out every now and then, “but I’m still human. I got shit to figure out and I know I don’t have to have it all planned but I need further direction by the end of this year. I already got my New Year’s resolution planned.”

“Will we be experiencing a New Year’s Eve kiss in the city?” You quizzed.

Damon scratched at his nose, “in cold ass New York? I might see something like a rat on skates when we’re in the moment so I dunno about all that doll.”

“See how I’m disrespected?” You tossed the card at Damon who laughed, “like I don’t cater to my man. Like I don’t have many ways to keep him warm. Damon thinks I’m gonna pull a shitty move like rose did Leo DiCaprio when I told him I’m not her.”

Damon pushed out his lips but didn’t miss a heartbeat, “let me tell y’all what she did. She made dinner for us the other night and while we were eating, her mom calls her on FaceTime right? She tells her mom that she made us Mac and cheese, asked me how I liked it and I said it was cool. Before I could even say anything further she tells her mom there’s cream cheese and onions in it. Her mom has her own successful catering business. Her mom starts to go off on her but she proceeds to tell momma that I made it and it wasn’t her! Guess who got cussed out that night? Now y’all tell me if you think she wouldn’t do me like rose?”

“Is this true?” The camera crew asked you.

Looking away over your shoulder, you curled a strand of hair behind your ear mumbling, “I’m sorry mom.”

“I need a apology too. I got the brunt of it.” Damon tried to catch your eye but you just fanned him off, “we not about to make it to New York with this stank-ness.”

“Whatever, you love me.”

“Sometimes, bro.”

You battled your eyelashes while Damon just let out a low sigh.

“When was the last time someone made you feel special on your birthday?”

“Birthdays that I remember?” You questioned.

“…we not twenty-one yet.” Damon whispered, while you mockingly covered your mouth.

“They don’t know if I got what Harriet Tubman had.”

“What?” Damon laughed, “I can’t deal with you.”

“Alright, alright,” you sighed, “I’m a winter baby but i love the summer and celebrate half birthdays yet I can’t remember nobody’s else’s—don’t quote me on that. I’d have to say I felt the most special when I celebrated my last birthday with my friends back home since we only had months left together. They wrote me letters and it all played out as a monologue at the movie theater. I thought we were going to see the new scream but nope, it was our lives played out on the big screen.”

“Dope ass friends.” Damon commented, “can’t wait to hang with them in New York in January.”

Smiling you gripped Damon’s arm to snatch the card out of his hand up to your lips while leaning on the table. “IN NEW YOOoOoOORK!”

“Here she go,” Damon pinched his brows laughing as he turned to the camera cutting his fingers against his neck, “y’all might want to stop filming, this’ll take about ten minutes since she’ll try to transition to any other song that says New York or is by a New York artist.”

Keeping the card to your mouth you gripped the sleeve of Damon’s cardigan, “these lights will expire you—

“Inspire.” He attempted to correct you.

“In New yooooooork. New York. New yooooork!” You ignored him before tapping him, “it’s your turn to rap Jay’s part.”

“No.”

“Forget you then,” you sucked your teeth before licking your lips and attempting to pull some fuckboy light skin cringe mess, “Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais.” You started to rap what you remembered until Damon got up from his chair.

You tried your hardest to work your camera time, although you were sure this wouldn’t make the cut as Damon gripped onto your cheeks to get your attention.

And he did when he pressed his lips to yours.

“New years came early.” You breathed, smiling up at Damon who pulled you to your feet.

He tossed an arm across your shoulders before clearing his throat and began rocking you from side to side beginning to sing off-key himself, “One hand in the air for the big city…”

You wrapped both arms around Damon’s frame; grinning at both of your foolishness.

EMMETT CULLEN

“If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” Emmett read the question off to you with a sigh.

He found this whole ordeal kinda lame until he persuaded the camera crew to provide shots, which wasn’t originally part of the plan. At this point in the game, he was taking shots after asking you questions just because. It wasn’t even a truth or drink segment but Emmett was charming and knew how to get his way.

“Ha!” Emmett laughed, golden eyes scanning over the card once more after downing his shot, “We don’t need to guess. I’ve got a sister who—

Slamming your hand on the table, you widened your eyes at your husband who sent you a dimpled grin. He held his hand out to calm you as he carried on.

“My sister Alice, what’s up if you’re watching! She’s a legit psychic and could tell us anything we need to know regarding my babe’s future.” Emmett admitted but knew the people were reluctant to believe that.

Especially since the room went quiet.

“Aw, don’t tell me you don’t believe me! I can call her up right now!”

“Emmett—

“It’s not that we don’t believe you. We get all sorts of people on this show for different things so maybe you can give us her contact info after?”

“Oh yeah,” Emmett smirked, “did you have vampires and witches too?”

“No we haven’t had any of those that I can recall.”

Emmett whipped his head around to yours, wiggling his brows while you scoffed at him. Of course he wouldn’t be on his best behavior, he wouldn’t be himself if he was.

“Put your library on shuffle. Explain the first song that comes up and why it best represents your relationship or in our case, marriage?” You moved on as Emmett couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

He lifted his body with ease, yanking his phone out to open Apple Music. He was the Apple Music guy and you were a Spotify girl, it was a whole debate that you didn’t want to get into right now.

“Alright, here it is. Starting the countdown! In three…two…one…!” And he pressed play followed by the music.

Emmett tossed the phone on the table after turning up the volume that would most likely blow out his speakers. He then began mimicking the guitar and drums as the band began to sing.

I never believed in things that I couldn't see

I said if I can't feel it then how can it be

No, no magic could happen to me

And then I saw you

I couldn't believe it, you took my heart

I couldn't retrieve it, said to myself

What's it all about

Now I know there can be no doubt

You can do magic

You can have anything that you desire

Magic, and you know

You're the one who can put out the fire

You know darn well

When you cast your spell you will get your way

When you hypnotize with your eyes

A heart of stone can turn to clay

He paused it, “well, well, how ironic for this song to best describe our marriage, huh babe? For the too young out there or uncultured, this was released in 1982 by a band called America. It’s a feel good song and when I’m with my babe, my wife, that’s what it feels like all of the time. Good vibes. Some might even say magical.” He snorted to himself, tipping a imaginary (most likely witch) hat.

The insiders he was throwing right underneath these people’s noses was actually a little funny, stupid but funny regardless.

“She’s from a wicked place herself, Louisiana and this was actually the first song I remembered hearing when I met her at this restaurant you have to take a boat through murky water to get to. That was a sign we should be together from the music itself.” Emmett told, keeping his eyes on you before he grabbed another shot, “and I’m a big believer in the signs.”

“Not the love spells?”

“So you admit you did a love spell on me?” Emmett dipped his head as he stared over at you, a sly grin threatening to appear.

“Please, I don’t need to do much to get you falling at my feet.”

Emmett’s booming laughter was heard, “she’s not wrong,” he tilted his head then took the shot, “and I love putting in the work if that means I get to have you.” He winked.

LEAH CLEARWATER

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” You blew out a breath as you could feel the heat radiating beneath your girlfriend’s dark brown eyes.

Leah chewed down on her bottom lip and you weren’t expecting her to answer this. However she wanted to be transparent and honest with you mainly, fuck the cameras.

“I love my mother,” Leah started, “she’s always been a good mother. I just always felt like there was a disconnect somewhere. I was always closer to my late father and Seth is closer to mom. It’s the usual weird dynamic, the son gravitates to the mother and the daughter with their father. We were no different.”

This you knew. It wasn’t something intentional but that was just the way it was and that did not necessarily mean that one parent loved the child any less or vice versa. You’ve seen Sue Clearwater plenty of times out of the five years you’ve been dating her daughter and she had the whole maternal vibe. She was sweet, constantly trying to get you to eat, nurturing, courageous and not to mention beautiful.

Leah sniffed, “like I said there’s this disconnect there long before my dad died but it seemed to increase afterwards? She’s currently in a relationship with this woman’s—that I don’t particularly care for father. He’s fine or whatever but it makes me feel gross that he literally helped produce someone who has caused one of my friends pain. He’s a reminder of that along with trying to take my dad’s place as if he wasn’t friends with him. It’s almost like he spit in my face being with my mom, that colonizer.”

Charlie Swan and Sue Clearwater had been in a relationship for over eleven years now. It still bothered your girlfriend to this day simply because she did not want to sit down and have a conversation about it. Leah did not want to waste her breath but it was evident that Charlie wasn’t going anywhere. Especially since him and Sue moved out to Oklahoma years ago to start a new chapter in lives together.

“So I say we’re content. There’s just things we don’t want to see eye to eye on. I have no problem voicing my opinions to my mom, that’s my mom. And she understands how I feel and that it’s not going to change. We love from a distance but if I need her she’ll be here in a heartbeat and if she needs me, I’ll be around.” Leah informed with her signature lisp and a sting in her eyes.

You knew Leah didn’t want you comfort her. She didn’t like to be seen as weak and you told her showing emotion never meant that you were weak. Leah’s been through a lot of hurt, was bitter towards certain people with every reason but was still healing after all these years.

There was no timeline for that.

“Let’s change the subject already!” Leah rubbed at one of her eyes as she continued sitting slouched, “What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“It plays a prominent role in my life. Family is very important to me, we’re all very close. Very affectionate. I lost both of my parents at eighteen and was thankful enough to have godparents that were willing to look after me. My parents were very loving and my godparents are the same. I carry that with everyone around me, including Leah. I love giving love as much as receiving it.” You answered making Leah scowl, who bit down on her nail as she shook her head at you.

“She’s the grumpy girlfriend but a big softie at heart that just simply wants to be loved.”

“Oh god,” Leah wanted to sink into the floor, “don’t talk about me like I’m not even here.”

“Okay, Leah. Do you feel loved by me?”

“Yeah of course I do. What kinda question is that?” Leah frowned.

“Good and I’m going to keep loving you in public and behind closed doors. We’ve been together five years, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

You exhaled, “We’re not focusing on the what if’s, we live in the now remember? So shut up and let’s make out.”

“Ew, not in front of these strangers.”

“Aw come on, live a little. You know you can’t resist all this.” You ran a hand down your body making Leah snort and look away in horror.

“…Later.” She whispered, peeking back at you, although the mic was still on.

You kissed your lips at Leah who flicked the card at you, knowing you wouldn’t be stopping the love any time soon and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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j.r enemies to lovers trope plsss? with a lot of banter and like tension and it's like something just snaps and j.r and reader eventually get together 😩 there's like zero j.r fics that man is fine

A/N: it was hard for me to even imagine having that smiley beautiful man be a enemy (besides the whole downfall with his last ex but) to anyone but I’m always down for a challenge! Also it’s still spooky season for me until nov. 25th around these parts so ofc that was added here. after watching the best episode of the season so far tonight, I’m more inspired to write this little thing! There’s never enough JR in these episodes!

Prompt: 25. “Wanna hear a scary story?” + 27. “Show me your haul.”

JR x Reader — Oct./fall prompts

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“Wanna hear a scary story?” JR grunted from his spot, lounging in front of one of the many sofa’s in Keisha’s house.

A roll of your eyes was instant, you couldn’t help it as the cocoa skinned boy tried to keep this event going.

You weren’t even sure who’s idea this was, Halloween was still at least two weeks away but if there was any time to party, everybody was linking up. It so happened to be at Keisha’s house, which was usually one of the three options, off campus since her dad ventured off to a weekend getaway that she never seemed to want to partake in and honestly…you were 50% ready to back out.

“Not uh,” Simone sassed you on FaceTime, “you’ve been flaking on us to do whatever it is the last two times. Your ass is coming, even if I have to drag you and you know I’ll do it.”

Scoffing you stepped back into frame after digging in your wardrobe for some loungewear, “yeah, I’m only flaking because I need to keep these grades up after getting C’s on those last two pop quizzes in PSYCH.”

“Yet…weren’t you and Nate out at the dollar store or was it homegoods…the other day?”

Twisting your lips you glanced off to the side making Simone laugh at your expression.

She got you there, you couldn’t say a damn thing about it, and your best friend knew it.

“Whatever,” you huffed wrapping your frame in your Sherpa before you plopped down at your desk, “who’s gonna be there?”

“Does it matter?”

A deadpanned look was your face as you halted reaching for a gel pen, “you know it does because I might be down to catch my first charge with you know who.”

Simone laughed, “girl! I still can’t believe you dislike JR…it just doesn’t make sense. I mean I get it but y’all just need to get up underneath each other and call it a day.”

Gagging you held onto your neck mockingly, “I rather be buried alive with nothing but Shawn mendes wailing in my ears on repeat.”

“Oh, not Shawn mendes.”

“It’s just y/n? I thought someone was being strangled.” You heard Lando comment, his head brushing against Simone’s as he peered at her screen.

Waving at the new addition to the friend group you breathed out a small laugh, “thanks for your concern! Simone, if that thing is there you can count me out.”

“I mean ask yourself this question, why wouldn’t JR be there? He’s our friend?”

Pressing your chin into the palm of your hand you placed a sweet smile on your lips, “Really? I thought he that shall not be named would be condemned by a priest already.”

Lando shared a snort with Simone, the two mirroring a look that you didn’t particularly like.

“It’ll be my duty to keep you two far away from each other, I promise.” Lando spoke after a moment while Simone continued staring at him in surprise.

Letting out a long breath you replied, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but lando…if I have your word for tomorrow night, then you’ll definitely get points in my friendship book.”

Lando raised his fist, glancing back at Simone who was fighting back a smile, “See? I think your friend likes me better than you now.”

Simone cackled, “good luck trying to keep that promise once JR is lit off that brown.” She snatched her phone back to focus on herself, “glad you decided to come around sis! You could use a night of freedom with your besties…minus one.” She corrected noticing your lips prying apart to argue.

You hated when any of your friends were right and you had a different perspective. Drunk JR was one of the reasons why you didn’t like him and he knew that. He also didn’t like how judgmental it made you seem, since he strongly believed his actions shouldn’t be held against him when he’s under the influence.

So why were you locked in one of Keisha’s extra rooms with this dude you didn’t like? He was lounging on his back, bourbon bottle cradled to his chest as he asked you this question.

It was probably 11:30pm and the music was still thriving, if you stood still long enough you could feel the bass vibrating against your bare feet. However you couldn’t stand still because you did not want to stay in this room with JR any longer. No matter how many knocks on the door and jingling the knob, you were not getting out of this lounge room? Any time soon.

“I’m living a scary story right now being in the same space as you, JR.” You muttered, spinning to press your back against the door.

JR chuckled, “the only jumpscare I see here is you, girl.”

“Excuse me?”

JR held his free hand out, “I’m only saying that ‘cause of that stank ass attitude you spreading around this room. You should be thrilled that you’re here with me, this bottle, and the music at our feet. That’s a good time if you ask me.”

The audacity of this man.

“Like I said, I’m experiencing a scary story right now and it’s getting worse the longer I’m looking at you.” You sent a middle finger to JR who laughed once more, his head lolling before he slowly pushed himself up to rest on his elbow.

And of course, he took a swing, wincing before he tapped against his chest as it slowly went down, his signature necklaces shifting as he did so.

“My mother told me since I was a kid that I should be in a museum…I’m a true work of art and it didn’t take me long to realize it my damn self,” JR was confident, “and some people are late bloomers so I know you’ll come to terms with my good looks soon.”

The wink he sent you made you shake your head.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed, “you can have these other girls here fooled and thinking you’re this special, one of a kind dude but I know what you are.”

“And what exactly is that, hm?” JR pressed, “it seems like you got it all figured out; better than I do, so go ahead and say it.”

“You’re an asshole or a asswipe,” you grinned, “I’ll let you pick which one you like best.”

“And you’re a real piece of work, you know that?” His brows were slightly furrowed.

“So I’ve been told.”

JR moved his body so that it was sitting back against the couch. He stared down at the bottle before taking another swing then he placed it to the side.

“…what’s your real issue with me, y/n?” JR breathed as he looked up and over at you through his lengthy lashes, “I think it’s time we just hash it out since we don’t know how long we’re gonna be stuck here for.”

“Don’t you have your phone?” You whined, not wanting to do this as you began massaging the nagging feeling that was beginning to start in between your brows.

JR hiccuped, covering it with his fist before he answered, “yeah…Damon’s got it. Can’t tell you why though. Where’s yours?”

“Dead.” You wiggled it in the air followed by some silence along with a nod of JR’s head.

“So…we doing this or what?” JR asked, “We’re in the same friend group with other mutual friends and we see a lot of each other so I’m taking—mostly everybody’s advice and attempting to get this over with.”

You crossed your arms at your spot from in front of the door, slowly sliding down to rest there.

So JR was talking to other people about you?

For what exactly?

“I think we should take a nap instead, you more so than me,” you mentioned, “and by the time we wake up, we’ll go back to staying out of each other’s way.”

JR blinked, “despite what your preconceptions of me are…I’m not drunk and can hold a decent conversation with you. It’s you that’s giving scared energy.”

Slits were in your eyes as he said this to you.

“Scared?” You repeated as JR met your eyes, followed by raised brows in response, “you cant even handle me.”

JR declared, “if I can handle this bottle all by myself with no chaser…I can most definitely handle your stank behind.”

Breathing out a small laugh you broke eye contact for a moment, knowing JR was probably smirking to himself that he got you to lower your walls for a few.

It was exhausting constantly beefing with someone. Yet you had your reasons and found yourself moving from the door to sit beside JR and snatching the bottle yourself. JR was impressed as you took the bourbon with a much too big of a shot and began coughing once you remembered to breathe.

JR reached out to pat your back as you held onto your neck.

“I forgot I’m not a bourbon girl,” you wheezed making JR laugh at you, reaching with his free hand to put the bottle to the side and out of your reach.

“Took it like a champ.”

“Better believe it,” you deeply inhaled before you got comfortable along the edge of the cushions.

JR cleared his throat, folding his hands in front of him as he thought about his next words carefully.

“I know what my issue with you is,” JR started, “we first met at one of my weak moments and it felt like you were still trying to make me be that all that time. Even when I tried to make a fresh start with you, realizing you were friends with everybody else it still felt like you were putting me beneath you and I’m not beneath anybody. I’m your equal.”

You received that like another shot of bourbon.

So you said, “And when you tried to gain a fresh start with me I was going through my own little moment. I was dismissive—

“And I didn’t possibly think something was going on—we didnt know each other to know that side of each other yet. I also assumed you had this permanent attitude, like you didn’t want to be bothered.” JR filled in, “and we already got one ice queen in the group, didn’t think we had two.”

Lightly laughing you knew what that meant, although JR and Thea seemed to get along quite well with her dating his baby brother. He still jokingly called her so when Thea was in fact being mean.

You added, “…Well you were boasting about your sneaky links recently so that also made me dislike you even more.”

“Why?” JR questioned, “I like to have fun.”

“Sure,” you shrugged, “it’s just irritating not only seeing but hearing about you when I’m trying to get my work done in class.”

JR rubbed at his goatee smiling to himself, “I know I do my thang but who was talking about me in class? Was it a girl named raven?”

A shove to his shoulder made JR’s reflexes slightly delayed as his ego kicked in a bit. He leaned on his fingertips to glance at you, who was shaking your head.

“What? A brotha can’t ask? I like to be organized.”

A look of disgust appeared on your features, “You’re sick!”

“Don’t be jealous baby.”

“Baby?!” You felt your head pushing away from your neck, which made the smile lines on JR’s cheek appear before he busted out laughing.

He carefully reached for your chin trying to push your head back, “relax…we don’t need you walking around here like the hunchback of notre dame, do we?”

Scoffing you plucked JR’s hand from your face.

“Keep your hands to yourself, asswipe. I don’t know where those hands have been.”

That only made the brown-skinned man more annoying as he decided to toss an arm across your shoulders. “I take pride in my hygiene, you don’t got to worry. But I like where they’re now.”

Daring a look to meet his dark pretty eyes with a slight sparkle in them, you met his gaze and you felt like your body was on fire. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think JR was physically attractive. You’ve seen him around on campus before you realized you had similar friends and of course at frat parties but seeing him on the step team, commanding a crowd kinda did something for you…yet the two of you did not mesh due to assumptions on both ends.

“If you think—

You started.

Instantly JR replied, “I don’t.”

Leaving you to be the first to insinuate a kiss that was almost bruising. JR was following your lead, arm still tossed over your shoulder, his fingertips caressing your jawline before resting on your throat as your lips fought against each other’s.

Somehow his body was on top of yours, trying to get as close as you should have been long ago. With his hand on your thigh and your thigh on his waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth to get more of you. You almost forgot what breathing was like when JR carried his kisses over to your neck, taking in all of you and your scent. He raised up after placing open-mouth kisses against your melanin, taking in the sight of you panting.

He beamed at you, his white teeth shining as he did so. The hand that held onto your thigh slid down it and up your ribbed orange skirt making your breathing hitch.

“Need something else to taste?” You boldly asked, through half lidded eyes.

His pink tongue ran over his bottom lip as he massaged your upper skin, “I got you.”

The music drowned out the actions that took place between you and JR that night, thankfully.

“I’m glad we got to know each other better.” JR chuckled as you lay with your back to him.

Shushing the man over your shoulder, your hand reached out to the plastic bag underneath and through the couch. Sitting up now, you walked over JR, with his Jean jacket draped across your shoulders to peek beside the couch.

Laughing in disbelief, you picked up the bag and plopped down in front of JR who watched you in curiosity.

“What’s that?”

“This is what I was looking for when I came up here.” You wiggled the bag as JR got a glance of what’s in the bag, “Nate accidentally took one of my decoration bags and left it here…so she says.”

JR glanced off to the side with a smirk playing on his lips and he had a feeling you’d eventually catch on (if you haven’t) to their friend’s bright idea. “Show me your haul then.”

You actually bounced in your seat in excitement which JR found cute. His hand slid back to rest on your thigh while you leaned forward, gripping his goatee to place a kiss on his lips suddenly blabbing about the items.

With his cheek resting in the palm of his hand watching you adoringly, JR didn’t take you as a Halloween lover but he didn’t mind a good chase when it comes to you.

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