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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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Damon Sims imagine? Reader being his girlfriend and him surprised seeing her in lingerie at the fashion show in the back door pilot episode?

I’m so into you | Damon Sims x black! Reader — Oct. Prompts

A/N: decided to tweak this a bit since we’re in my fav season of the year! I’m also flopping compared to last year but lmao Thank you for your request! Reader is given a name since I didn’t feel like adding y/n for this one!

Prompt: 15. “Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?”

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“Okay bitch!” Keisha screamed at the sight of you as she opened the door to the Airbnb.

You spun around on the doorstep, faux leather trench coat flapping in the autumn air as you did so.

Nathan peeked around the corner asking, red cup in one of their hands, “Who is that?”

“Dessy Des.” Keisha answered as you stepped into the warm temporary home, shortly embracing you afterwards.

Keisha glanced down at you again and let out a low-whistle, “girl you’re looking hot as fuck and if you’re gonna keep flashing everyone here tonight, I might have to start tipping.”

The both of you shared a laugh as Nate fully came into the entry way to stand beside their bestie, “Careful Keish. Your man is just in the living room—

You decided to open your coat again for your friend as well who’s mouth flew open before a smile split onto their lips, “I suddenly might be straight. I’m living for this moment!”

This time you fully tied up the trench coat together as you blew a kiss at Nate and took the time to take in each of their outfits as well. Your eyes immediately went to Nate who was all grins and spun to the side and began popping their back. Of course you hyped them up before they spun to face you, hands clasped over the other as they waited for you to guess their fit.

Everyone here at Simone’s spooky spectacular soirée (yes it was a mouthful but it was her first major gathering let the girl live, you argued in favor of your new friend!) planned to surprise each other with their celebrity costumes. No posts were allowed, only selfies if they couldn’t contain their excitement to their stories in order to not ruin the surprise. Your friend group loved posting together whenever there were gatherings and coming from a minor film major like yourself, it was slightly difficult.

Tapping your chin you took in the wine and orange satin crop top jacket, berry fitted cap, teased honey blonde hair underneath, the belly chain, and the low-rise cargo pants.

“Hold on, I know you’ll get it when I also do this!” Nate pulled the blue gum from somewhere behind their cup while Keisha scrunched up her nose at the action; leaving Nate to toss the gum into their mouth to pop a bubble.

Clapping your hands together you shouted out, “Beyoncé, crazy in love!”

“Yesss! It took you longer than Simone but you got it!”

Rolling your eyes, that didn’t surprise you.

Simone was definitely part of the beehive and always made it know to all of you.

“It’s quite fitting isn’t it, Des?” Keisha commented making Nate give her the side eye.

“And it definitely sounds like you got something on your chest so why don’t you just say it sis?” Nate returned the same energy, making your eyes widen.

You knew what this was about. You also didn’t agree with Nate seeing their no good ex again but Keisha was more vocal about it and didn’t have a problem saying it. Keisha saw it all, more than you or Simone did and it was evident that Nate’s ex put them through it and she was there through everything so she felt like she had the right to say something about it.

Also you didn’t want to say shit either…due to the whole predicament you were dealing with so you kept your thoughts to your damn self.

Keisha gave you a sarcastic smile, swinging her wavy hair over her shoulder before she turned to Nate, lips open and ready to get into it with her best friend.

“Hey!” You interrupted, “you didn’t let me guess your outfit.”

Keisha wore a all cream outfit that consisted of a two piece. The top was long sleeved, cropped, and wired at the cleavage area. The skirt was also mini and flowy with her movements.

“Yeah, yeah you can guess in a minute.” Keisha kept her glare on your friend who tucked one arm underneath their opposite elbow, ready for whatever the almond skinned girl was about to say, “someone here needs to tell Nate that they need to stop living this true Beyoncé dream and let that man go.”

Nate furrowed their brow, “Let me tell you something—

This was useless. So you chucked up the deuces to your two friends who began arguing about Keisha’s lack of support and left the room. Heading around the corner you spotted more of your friends seated in the living room. Your eyes went to the cotton webs splattered along the windows that covered the curtains, witch hats were hanging from the ceiling, pumpkins were by the lit electric fireplace, paper bats were draped along the mantle, with multiple white and black skinny candles were on each side on the top of the mantle underneath black material, and one large candle was actually lit in the center right underneath the flat screen television.

“God, this candle is giving me a headache.” Thea complained entering the living room from the opposite end as she moved to stand in front of it, “I don’t know what the hell simone was thinking when she picked this candle! It stinks!”

Of course she was here complaining already.

“Now Thea, you know we can’t see the screen with that big ass head you got.” Cam commented, making you snort.

Damon immediately knocked his knuckles against Cam’s arm, basically telling him to knock it off with his eyes.

Thea was already glaring after she blew out the candle, making sure Damon had her back. This action also made you want to roll your eyes.

“I’m saying cause of how she’s got her hair styled tonight,” Cam defended, “it’s not like I’m really out here measuring the circumference of anybody’s dome. You in the way and I’m just trying to pick some music.”

“Well you could have asked nicely. You don’t have to talk to me crazy, please act like you know that.” Thea rolled her neck around, the weight of the half up and down hairstyle must be starting to get to her.

Briefly you took in her costume, noticing that she was in a inspired coming to America bridal wear. Instead of the gold attire that Vanessa Bell Calloway wore, Thea wore a rose gold two-piece that was haltered instead of turtle neck and a high skirt with a slit going up her thigh.

“My fault,” Cam sucked his teeth, “but let’s not act like you excused yourself before you blocked the damn tv.”

“Whatever Cam, you’ve always got something to say.”

“Says the girl that’s looking for a fight right now all because she don’t have manners.”

“shut up!”

Damon sat right on the couch, head held back in annoyance as the two went at it. It was never that serious in the first place but of course it wouldn’t be a gathering without some family bickering.

“There she is!” A voice called out to you, making your eyes shift to JR who beamed at you.

You smiled at mocha skinned man who easily embraced you. Either he was oblivious to what was going on or was either ignoring it, you weren’t sure but equally smiled as you embraced your friend who gently rocked you from side to side.

“Here you go,” JR handed you a red cup of green liquor making you tilt your head before sniffing at it, “yeah…I don’t recommend doing that.”

“Thanks for the after thought.” You coughed, cautiously taking a sip to find that it was actually sweet on your tongue but burned on its way down.

JR laughed at your facial expressions, reaching forward to squeeze your shoulder, “you alright there…blade?”

Holding your chest you dipped your head rapidly, “yeah, yeah. Don’t play with me JR,” you warned the beaming boy who raised his hands in surrender, “who the hell made this?”

“Lando,” JR answered, “we don’t know what it is either but Simone put him on drink duty and we can’t get her out the kitchen since.” He sent you a knowing look which made you shrug your shoulders in response.

Personally you didn’t hate the idea of Simone ending up with Lando, if the universe aligned it that way then so be it. However it only seemed like Damon had a issue with it since Lando challenged him and egos ran big on sport teams, you knew that being a track star.

“So if I’m wrong on you being blade…then what’s the fit?” JR questioned, taking a sip from his own cup and sucked air between his teeth. He then shook his head and moved over to place the cup on the coffee table. He was done with that option for the night.

Cam frowned, “Blade? JR, Destiny is not blade. She don’t even have the shades or the shape up. She’s obviously one of them Charlie’s Angels or something.”

“Man, What do you know about Charlie’s angels?” JR laughed as Thea walked by, taking notice of you as she moved to squeeze right in between Cam and Damon.

Cam slid over some, giving Thea a look who crossed one leg over the other, leaning into Damon while staring hard at you.

You found this amusing.

Thea blinked turning to see Cam staring at her, proving his point.

“Fine. Excuse me, happy?” Thea bit with a sarcastic smile.

Cam scoffed at her and turned back to you who saw Damon give you a small wave while Thea previously had her gaze on Cam.

“Am I right?”

“See how he didn’t answer my question,” JR muttered to you making you nod with a laugh.

Cam flicked his eyes over to the boy, “I know a lot about Charlie’s angels.”

“Oh yeah and when has any of them wore a trench coat?” Damon spoke up.

Can paused, eyes up to the ceiling as he thought about it, “I know Drew Barrymore had to in one of those scenes.

“No, bro.” Damon shook his head with a laugh, “that ain’t it either.”

Cam whipped his head back to you and you replied, “sorry, bud. I’m no Angel either.”

Thea muttered, “you can say that again.”

You chose to ignore her, “no points for anyone here yet! Keisha and Nate got a nice look at the front door but didn’t get to guess. I only know what Nate is but Keisha’s outfit…”

Cam held up his finger, cleared his throat and broke out into a very familiar routine before getting into your face as he hit a pose, “something about you baby—

“…michael? In the closet?” Your eyes scanned his black and white attire, the white tank contrasted against his dark skin that shined along with the gold necklace he added to the fit but you knew you were right after picking up a signature move cam did.

Cam clapped his hands, “yessir!”

“What gave it away? the lyrics or cam’s fresh relaxer?” JR joked while Cam sucked his teeth once more.

You reached up and around to flick Cam’s ponytail, “okay, inches! Is it human or synthetic?”

“It’s called homegrown from mindyobusiness.com.”

Which made both you and JR share some laughter as Cam plopped back down on the couch, snatching up the remote as the both of you lightly clowned him.

“No for real, its dope especially with the performance you just delivered. No one can hate on a MJ fit, if it’s done properly.” You observed.

“I know that.” Cam huffed, making you raise your brow as he glanced at you before a slow smile graced his lips, “appreciate you saying that.”

Sighing you moved on as Cam settled on a lil baby track to echo throughout the house. You moved to sit on a nearby wicker chair as you settled on JR’s fit who moved into your sight, posing as he did so. You could lightly hear Damon laughing from his spot across the room.

Humming to yourself you grinned, “Malcom X. I knew the ginger propaganda would get one of us out the group.” You joked making JR playfully roll his eyes.

“He wanna be different so bad.” Cam mocked, glancing at Damon who dapped him up as his eyes crinkled while he laughed.

“I thought this was a celebrity themed party not historical.” Thea remarked, texting away on her phone.

JR declared with a peer over his shoulder, “Malcom X is just as revolutionary—if not more than any celeb that you’re currently stalking on Instagram thea, thank you very much.”

“Whatever,” Thea locked her phone knowing she was caught, “where’s everyone else that’s supposed to be here? This whole shingding is putting me to sleep.”

“Shingding?” Damon repeated.

“We still need to know what Destiny is and I have a feeling it definitely ain’t no child.” Cam laughed to himself, “see what I did there?”

Sooner than later Simone made herself known, plate of food in her hand as she entered with Olivia Baker in tow. She waved at everyone as Simone came over to you to give you a large hug.

“Hey! When did you get in?”

“Hi!” You returned the hug, “I came in through the front? Keisha let me in.”

Simone nodded as everyone else in the room watched her, “oh the food’s here yall.”

“Yeah, thanks we have eyes.” Thea snapped, hopping up to cross over Damon who gave her a look of apology but Simone just fanned the girl off.

Olivia scrunched up her lips from beside JR, “seriously, what is her problem?”

“It’s a long story, don’t even pay it no mind.” JR mumbled to the doe-eyed girl, “is your costume kehlani?”

“Yes! specifically from the music video with pink sweat$. That songs been speaking to me a lot lately.” Olivia began to ramble to JR who of course politely listened.

You tuned back to Simone who was dressed up as Normani from her motivation video with her own personal tweaks, nonetheless was all smiles, “so…who are you?”

“I can’t get a plate first?”

Simone rolled her neck to one side, giving you a look as she halted her assault on the very orange Mac and cheese.

Sighing you reached for the tie and unravled the trench coat again, showing Simone what exactly was underneath.

“Bitch!” Simone squealed, “it’s giving lil kim! With the hair behind the ear, yes! It’s giving Lady marmalade! Ah!”

The exclamation got some heads to turn, focusing on your conversation. You didn’t notice Damon was making his way over to your conversation more than the one that was going down with his brother and one of the baker twins. From a distance, Damon still got a good look and felt his crown slipping by the way his jaw dropped.

“Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?” Damon slowly let out after JR reached over to help his baby bro close his mouth.

JR and Olivia both got a nice peek themselves but it was evident that Damon Sims couldn’t contain himself.

“Lingerie?” Cam quizzed from his blind spot, “what’d I miss?”

“Nothing.” Keisha cut in, entering the room to plop right down on Cam’s lap.

“Shit, you right.” Cam gazed into Keisha’s eyes who gave him a chaste kiss.

“Of course it counts as a costume, Damon.” Simone hissed, “it can be whatever the hell it wants to be, my bestie is a bad bitch.”

“Truly.” Olivia nodded, “you should definitely win the costume award tonight.”

JR frowned holding his hands out, “see, Simone ain’t say nothing about no awards.”

Simone grinned, “always have to keep everyone on their toes!”

“Okay but…how many awards we talking: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd? Or just one single award?” JR asked while Simone continued smiling, zipping her lips and spun around to walk around Damon to plop down on the other sofa against the wall.

JR followed with Damon now approaching you. The man towered over you in his king ready for a wedding attire and you had to step back a bit to get a good look at his eyes. He smelled good just from his close proximity and it whipped even harder as he leaned towards your ear to say more.

“Can I talk to you in private?”

“Don’t you have to get approval from your queen first?” You jabbed as Damon’s dark eyes settled back on yours.

Damon said, “I’m looking at one queen right now and that’s the one I want to talk to.”

Taking a deep inhale, you led the way out of the living room with Nate watching you from the entry way of the living room as you went by. They said nothing, turning their head and sipping on their drink as the both of you retreated deeper into the house and away from everyone else.

Into a room the two of you went, with you plopping on the edge of a bed and Damon pinching at his facial hair, hoping to gather his thoughts as he shut the door behind him.

“What’re you doing?”

Staring off to the side you easily replied, “I dont know what you mean?”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

Raising your brows you asked, “huh? I don’t know what you’re about to turn this into but I’m not the one.”

Damon held out his hands, “no, i don’t mean it like that.” He took a deep breath, “why you gotta be here looking like that? All fine and shit and in front of everybody?”

You thought about this as you rested your hands behind you, knowing that your hips were spreading nicely from underneath the corset. Damon fought hard to keep his eyes focused on your face instead of the way you filled out this piece and you knew it.

“I’m sorry…was I only supposed to wear this for you?”

“Yes.” Damon hissed out.

You shook your head, “Damon, you have a girlfriend.”

“Not really,” Damon instantly said, “thea and I have been hanging out a lot. We worked out together a lot before her injury and now I’m mostly there for her PT and studying…that’s it.”

Pushing your lips out, you found that hard to believe. Your friendship—or relationship with Damon was confusing. It wasn’t really a secret that you were into Damon from the very beginning and he seemed to share that same sentiment until Thea came along.

“It seems like y’all go together, real bad.”

Damon gave you a dry stare, “I don’t know who said that—

“She did.”

“When?” Damon exasperated, “I don’t want to sound like a asshole but we never discussed that. She’s told me that she’s never had a boyfriend before and is clueless when it comes to relationships but I never said I was her man.”

Pulling out your phone with the receipts, you held up your phone to show the messages. Damon gripped your wrist, holding your hand steady before he took the phone from your hand and began to scroll. His eyes got bigger as he paced the floor.

“Yeah, no. She kissed me during a work out once but—

“Did you call it what it is when it happened?” You quizzed.

Damon thought about it, “no but—

Getting to your feet you took your phone back, “then she’s probably waiting on you to ask her to be your girlfriend since you’re the one who’s spending all of this time with her and not anyone else.”

Shoving your phone back into the side pocket you clasped your hands together, “now that that’s been clarified I’m gonna grab me a spooky plate.”

Damon followed each of your side steps making you cross your arms, “Damon! Would you move?!”

“Nah.” Damon shook his head, “I want you to know something first. I’m feeling you, only you and not Thea. Not romantically at least. I want us to be something…if you want to be something together. With me.” He started, stumbling his words with a gummy smile before continuing, “I also really want to kiss you, take you on dates, be a real cute ass athletic couple and be able to tell people officially that you’re mine. This is all easy for me to say because you make it easy for me to be honest with you.”

In the beginning you met Damon through JR who were friends for awhile; not even aware that they were blood. JR snuck up on you in the library where you were supposed to be studying but was playing sims instead:

“Oh, I know you got a some fire in you if you mess with the sims.” Damon commented as he watched as one of your characters got electrocuted while the other continued to dance in the background to some similish pop track unbothered, “pun ntended.”

“And who is this all up in my studying sesh,” You pointed, pulling your head closer to JR who was also hunched over your now half closed laptop.

The light skinned boy grinned holding out his hand which you eventually placed yours in his, “I’m Damon, Damon sims.”

You returned the smile, “I’m Bess. Bet not ever sneak up on me like that again mr. will smith reject, if you know what’s good for you.”

The threat was not short lived as Damon sent a confused look to his teammate who tried to ease his worries with a calm motion of his hands. That was the start of a peculiar relationship, your slight beef was only temporary…once Damon learned not to sneak up on you and have a nice conversation that didn’t slam your gameplay.

“I’ll let you kiss me,” you started and Damon almost tripped over his feet to get to you but you placed your hands against his chest halting him, “if you also share that same decency to Thea. Let that girl know, you’re only mine.”

Damon smirked peeking at your ombré lips, “say less. Can I do my thing now?”

“Only if you can keep up.” You whispered as he got closer to your lips.

Damon chuckled, “I know you’ve seen or at least heard how fast I throw my—throw?” He corrected himself from finishing that sentence that would most likely sound inappropriate.

“And I know you’ve seen or heard how fast I run. Fastest on my team,” you challenged.

Damon licked his bottom lip, “yeah…you’re not gonna run from me are you?”

“Depends if you keep wasting my time.”

And he finally placed his lips on yours. His scent engulfed you just as much as he pulled the air from your lips. His grip was firm against the sides of neck and he used just that to pull your frame tight against his. A groan escaped his own lips as you fought for dominance, nipping and slowly backing up until you fell back against the bed.

He toppled on top of you, a breathless laugh escaping your lips until he placed his lips right back on yours.

If all it took was to you to show up in a lil Kim costume to get Damon to admit that he was also into you, you would have done it the moment you realized it was him that you wanted.

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#all american cw #all american #all american homecoming cw #all american homecoming #all american: homecoming #all american hc #Damon sims #Damon sims x reader #Damon sims x black! reader #keisha mccalla #keisha x cam #Simone hicks #thea mays #peyton alex smith #Olivia baker #Jessie jr raymond

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