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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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