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thesecretcornerintheroom · 4 months

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Pairing: Oj Hayward x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Thigh ridding, praise kink (some fluff if you squint)

Word count: 3,234

The plot: Y/n is Friends with the Haywards and has a crush on Oj who decides to give her a riding lessons.

“What do you mean horses scare you?” Em as we walk into the house with groceries. She said, laughing and slamming the groceries down on the table. “Me and horses don’t get along. I was at a fair once and-“ Your words were Cut short. Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the steps, you saw Oj in one of his old hoodies, his sun-bleached blue jeans filled out very well by his thighs, and his cowboy boots…. The only thing missing is the hat. Oj came back into the Room, skin glistening from being in the sun. He grabbed a water bottle out of the grocery bag. ”I need you to help me wash some of the horses, and Lucky needs-“ I knew it was coming any time OJ needed help with the Ranch; Emerald always has something to do. I wonder what the excuse would be. “Wow, you know what? I would love to help, but I have a thing to do for a nice little date tonight. Can you help me? Yeah, it might make her get rid of her fear of horses,” Emerald said, running out the door.

Before you knew it, you were in the barn with your arms crossed, standing awkwardly to the side, looking at the horses from afar. “Come here,” was all you heard from Oj, who was now brushing the horse.” “Ain’t no need to be scared of them. Horses are like big dogs,” he said. Still brushing the horse, he noticed you were inching closer to him, and lucky, slowly but surely, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him slowly, making sure not to scare you.“When I was a kid,” he said, touching your waist. You forgot how to think as he shifted himself behind you. You could feel his rough hands on your hips.his chest against your back as he slowly edged you forward to the horse. Your body was hyper-aware, aware of what was going on. Your body was stiff, but your legs were still working. “I had to help my dad give birth to one, and I was so nervous I was only like ten he said. His voice was rough due to his whispering. You could hear the twang in his voice, making goosebumps rise on your neck, as he slid his warm hand down your arm to wrap his hands around yours to inch towards the horse. “It was a mess. Emerald was crying cause she thought the horse was dying. My dad tried to stay calm because the horse would come in one of our worst storms in years. That same year, I lost my mom, and all I kept thinking was, what if the horse loses his mom?” He said, his voice burning, his body tense like he wanted to cry. “I ran upstairs, threw on my shoes and jacket, and ran downstairs. “Come on, Dad,” I said as we bolted to the barn to help the horse. “My hand was now touching the horse's nose, my eyes not breaking eye contact with the brown horse in front of me, who was very calm and still. “We helped the horse give birth, and we named it Lucky. You're petting Lucky right now,” said Oj. His voice was making the hair on my neck stand up. I could feel his lips brush my ear as they formed into a smile. He was causing me to gasp in surprise and turn to him. “Oj, that’s so sweet,” I said, hand trembling. I was too caught up in the moment to notice how close our face was. He nodded at the horse and backed away, leaving me some time alone with luck to pet and connect with him. It’s safe to say I’m not scared of horses anymore.

“Y/N, y/n, you okay? You looked spaced out,” said Emerald, who handed me a drink. Emerald had made her a special drink she called “the lucky” because whenever she makes it, someone “gets lucky and does it.” (It is just strawberry lemonade and rum). “So when you gonna tell my brother you like him so he can get a life she said, Now sitting down beside me on the floor,” causing me to choke on the drink causing me to stop on my words. “What made you say that,” I said now with a sting in my throat and watery eyes. “I saw it in your eyes the first time we met, and also, you didn’t fall for my flirting,” causing me to giggle. “You are so full of yourself, and I don’t think I will say anything. He's quiet and reserved. I’m loud and bubbly. I wouldn’t wanna make him uncomfortable,” I said, sipping the sweet drink that had a bite. “My brother has been like that my whole life, but I'll say he has to tolerate me. I'm his sister. But my brother, don't just deal with anybody,” she said, sipping her drink. Causing me to listen intensely.” What do you mean by that-”

What you all pick said OJ, interrupting our conversation. Oj had on one of his t-shirts and some shorts and sat on the floor beside me. “ Jeepers Creepers, y/n never seen it,” said Emerald, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “Really, but you don’t like scary movies, “said OJ, looking at y/n. He looked you in your eyes, confused. “I’ll be fine you said, handing your cup to him so he could have a sip. Oj is not a drinker. You’ve only seen him drink beer every blue moon. But you noticed if you hand him any drink you were drinking, he’ll take a sip, or if your eating food and you offer him a piece, he’ll eat it and then rate it, which you find hilarious. “Hmmm, 7/10,” he said, sipping the drink. “Excuse me!! My drink is a 10/10, and You wouldn't know cause you haven’t felt the magic of the lucky special,” causing me to giggle and him to sigh.

We watched the TV. At first, you were watching Jeeper Creepers, the two weeks of siblings running away from the human bug, the truck being scarier, and following the siblings; before you knew it, your eyes were heavy. You could hear Emerald snoring beside you. “You sleepy,” said Oj. “Yeah, I should be heading home. You said, starting to get up.” It’s late, you can stay here, take my bed. I’ll put Emerald in Dad’s old room, and I’ll give you something to sleep in. “Okay, I said, not fighting with him. My eyes were heavy, and I would rather feel a warm bed than be on the road for 20 minutes to get home.

Oj turned the Tv off. We left the popcorn and snacks downstairs. Oj carried Emerald to his dad's room. Once he placed Emerald in bed, we went to his room. You noticed his room was reasonably clean; nothing was out of place. You saw paperwork on the desk, the bed, The plaid comforter. “Here u go,” He said, handing me one of his old faded shirts and a pair of boxers. Thank you. I said, yawning. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself for a minute in the mirror. This will probably be my first and last time in one of his shirts. It was white and had a faded logo of the ranch name on it. It was a little baggy on you. It fell loosely to your thighs. His boxer shorts were too big and kept falling off your hips, so you decided not to wear them. You noticed Oj putting some clothes back in his drawer, his shoulders and back muscles tensing. “Thank you,” you said just standing there, causing Oj to turn around. “Mhm,” he said after staring at you longer than usual and returning to his drawer. “You know you can tell me what you’re thinking,” y/n said, her drink and the sleepy feeling getting to her. “I get you don’t get much to say. I wish I were more like you sometimes, but if you ever have anything you want to say, I’ll listen”. Oj looked at you with a look of confusion. “I know. Listening has always been my strong suit. Growing up on this ranch, I had to listen to orders and take instructions, and with a sister like mine, I had no choice but to listen, he said. Before I knew It, I sat on his bed, legs crossed, and we talked without interruptions. We talked about his childhood, his dealing with the loss of his dad, and how sudden. that was. The room was filled with conversation, head nods, laughter, and engagement. “Okay,” you said so what’s your type you ask curiously. His eyes looked at the floor like he was thinking, then he looked at me. His eyes focused on me, and he stared at me awhile. “I don't have one,” his voice said. His voice was deep, which caused me to shiver internally. His words said one thing, but his eyes said something else. So you dont like what Emerald type I said, joking. I'm convinced that Emerald didn’t even know her type. If they were easy on the eyes and had a pulse, that was enough. ”I like what catches my eye,” he said, his eyes drifting away. “Why don’t you ever go on double dates with Emerald.” He asked, confused. “Dating has never been my thing. I love hanging out with friends and family, and I don’t particularly appreciate having to pretend I’m something I’m not till I’m comfortable with the person.” I was talking, thinking about all the bad dates I've been on or having to have a can-do spirit personality when the date was boring. “I don’t wanna have to pretend.” Between the conversation, I went from sitting on his bed to facing him sitting on the corner of his bed. His eyes were looking at me intensely. He was leaning in closer to me, hanging on every word I had said. Without a second thought, he stretched his hand out slowly to me, afraid he was going to spook me, and lay his hand on my thigh. “You don’t gotta put on a show for me.”

You became very aware that one hand was on your thigh, and the shirt he had given you fell perfectly in your lap to cover up enough of your body and leave rest to the imagination. You looked at him, feeling something turn in your stomach as your skin became hot. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was firm. His lips felt soft, and his hand slowly went from my thigh to my neck as he squeezed lightly, causing me to moan. OJ was leading the kiss, and I was following. You slowly wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to you. This caused him to let out a low grunt while kissing you, causing him to pull you into him while he was sitting on the chair. “Should I sit down?” I said, now in his lap once I sat on my leg On either side of his leg in the middle.

“You need to teach me how to ride,” I said, now feeling my hot center on his leg, which was adding the perfect pressure. I started to move my hips slowly and surely on his leg while kissing him. The kiss became more feverish and quick while I was driving my hips against his leg. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. His hands are now gripping my hips. “You gotta hold on tight, and you lead, and they’ll follow you.” He said, now locking eyes with me. The room that was once filled with conversation and laughter was now filled with something more serious; the remark was thicker in the air. As y/n looked back into his eyes, her eyes felt heavy as she started to move her hips back and forth slowly. Feeling tension building up in her hips and her core, she let out a gasp, causing Oj to grip her hips tighter and help her with movements of her hips on his thigh. “Uh-huh, just like that,” he said as he told me as he tightened his thigh, causing you to moan. He kissed her as another moan almost escaped her lips. My clit was now throbbing as I moved my hips back in forth. I could feel the wetness forming on his leg more. As I thought the sensation started to build in my legs, his hand went from my hips, now moving up to my waist, and my shirt was now rising as he went to touch my

Breast caressing and pinching my nipples caused me to inhale sharply, feeling that nerve goes down my spin he looked at me and removed the oversized t-shirt from me while I was still moving my hips, feeling the friction on my clit he was now kissing my neck nibbling licking leaving a tingly sensation. HIS hands grabbed my boob and licked my nipples. He seems to be taking his time with my nipples licking them, biting them, sucking them, causing me to bite my moan. As I grind into his hips, I feel his leg dampen more. My movements became more erratic, moving my hips and feeling my legs shake more. Knowing I was going to cum soon. “Uh uh,” he said grabbing my hips, “I want to be in you. I want to feel you, and I want to see you come on my dick. okay?” He said, his voice stern now, looking at me. “Okay,” I whisper. He was breathing quicker, trying to calm down.

Lay on the bed for me, and don’t touch yourself, he said. Now, lifting me off his leg, I could feel the cold air hit my body while my wetness ran down my leg. He placed me on the bed. Once he stood, he started to get undressed, and I took every part of his body in. He was thicker but also toned. You could tell from his physique he worked in nature, lifting, pulling, and tending to the ranch. Once he removed his underwear, his dick came from his boxers hard and ready. Ready for me, he started to climb on the bed, skin glowing in the dim light in his room.

As I lay down, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my body and thoughts. Is this happening? This isn’t a dream. Am I doing this with him? Oj?. I felt him climb on top of me. Are you okay he said his voice softer. If you want to stop, we can. I opened my eyes, knowing, looking into his eyes, that I was where I needed to be. His eyes were so big you always adored that about him. Whatever he didn’t say, his eyes always did. The hard part was knowing what he was thinking.

I’m okay I said, now looking at him with his shirt off, his skin still glowing. The light lighting over our bodies caused me to look at how his chest and shoulders had light stretch marks, causing me to smile. I lifted my hand, and my fingerprints glided across the skin's texture. Feeling the heat from his body under my fingertips caused him to shiver. He leaned his head down and kissed me. My senses were indeed heightened. His lips were soft, and his kiss was warm and slow. I could feel the air feeling my body as his hand rubbed my body. His hands felt amazing on my body. He had the type of hands that were slightly rough from working outside. He started to kiss my neck and the feeling he was giving felt amazing.

All the atoms in my body felt like they were moving. You could also feel him hardening on your thigh as he slowly moved against your thigh; you let out a moan as he bit your neck and rolled his tongue over your skin. “Please, I need you,” you said as you put your hands on the back of his neck, my hand moving down his back with my fingernails slowly dragging across his skin, causing him to moan and shake his head. He stops moving his hips with one quick motion, and he puts himself inside of you. Forcing you to gasp and him to grunt. You just basked in him being in you, the fullness he gave you, the throbbing and the heat. You were now focusing on him as he was now taking deep breaths.

“It’s been a while,” he let out a chuckle. “Then give me what you can you said, making him lock eyes with you. Before you knew it, he was slowly rolling his hips toward you, meeting your hips with a rhythm, causing you to moan. “You are so beautiful he said. “You know what he said?” “Yeah, you said meekly, more focused on the feeling more than anything. You could feel your stomach tightening, and your mouth opened slowly as you released your breath. “I need better than that he said as he snapped his hips into me, causing me to moan loudly.” YES, YES, you said. Now, he was picking up his speed. All you could feel was him going in and out faster. You could feel your legs start to shake, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. “Uh-huh,” he said, now more comfortable as he went in and out of me faster. My finger slowly dragged my nails down his back, causing him to grunt. I felt his hand wrap around my thigh to bring my leg up as he sank into me more, causing me to moan and close my eyes, my hand going from his back now trying to grab anything his arm, the blanket, the pillow. Y/n felt her wetness running down her legs on the sheets and her thighs. She truly wasn’t going to make it, and she knew it. The only sounds in the room were moans and grunts and our skin smacking together. “You getting there? I know you are he said in a deeper voice, causing me to moan in response. “You look so pretty coming undone for me…cumming on me” My eyes now closed as moans fell from my mouth as my hands grabbed the sheets around me. “Please, please, please,” the words falling into my mouth were slurred. Before I knew it, Oj's hand had both of my hands above my head pinned down, his other hand now rubbing my clit. “Cum for me, cum for me. I know you got it, good girl,” he said. His tone was so patient as he was ushering me through my orgasm. before I knew it, I was cumming on him and his fingers, and it felt like a haze had fallen on me.”Fuck” he said, panting as he pulled quickly. I soon felt something warm hit my stomach. The bed rose as the weight left the bed. “You okay,” he said, now rubbing your stomach and in between your thighs with a warm rag. You opened your heavy eyes. “Thank you for the lesson,” you said with a smile.

#oj haywood #oj Haywood x reader #black reader #daniel kaluuya #imagine #Oj Haywood imagine #Daniel kaluuya imagine #smut #y/n #x black reader

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mcondance · 10 months

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would elaborate if i could but oj has a terrible breeding kink like there’s just something about rutting into you and pushing his cum as deep as he can that drives him crazy. oh and don’t let you start begging for him to push deeper, to say fuck it and knock you up.. whispering in his ear while you glide your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.. it’s like he loses his mind and can only think “deeper” but your legs are already wrapped around his waist and his strong hips are already flush against you so he resolves to fucking you harder, pounding into you with loud, slow slaps that echo through the room with his deep, lewd grunts, drunkenly going on and on about how he wants to breed you, how he’s going to put a baby in you, how he’s gonna take care of you and make sure his pretty, bred wife don’t have to worry bout shit. but still it’s not enough, so he cums until he can’t. only then, when he’s milked dry, fingers left collecting his spilled cum from your thighs and pushing it back into your sticky cunt, eyes fixed on your fucked-out face, is he satisfied.

#uh #igs i did elaborate #i’m still sleepy i gotta go back to sleep #oj haywood x black reader #oj haywood smut #oj haywood x reader

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gweelczz · 10 months

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“Pretty girl”

Oj Haywood x Black!fem!reader (as usual)

Summary: Oj treats you just as gentle as his horses

Genre: fluff, Smut! (Minors get the fuck out!!)

Warnings!: spitting, swearing, overstimulation if you squint and tilt your head, small spoiler for NOPE if you haven’t seen it. mentions of Jean Jacket

Word count: that’s cute asf

My first stand alone for my favorite cowboy/final boy!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“Eyes on me pretty girl, you good?” Oj spoke lowly into her ear as his hand rested on her waist. It seemed different coming his mouth this time, he wasn’t trying to distract her from Jean jacket hovering over them. Oh no he was talking her through it guiding it as his fingers curled inside her, his thumb applying pressure to her clit. His eyes never leaving hers as he spoke to her, lips busting themselves with her neck. “Oj please right there” she moaned softly slightly digging her nails into his shoulder blades. “Right there? That’s it?” He responded smirking into her skin his fingers inching deeper into her with ease. “Wanna cum please” she babbles trying to keep her eyes on him knowing if she didn’t he’d deprive her of her pleasure. “Take that shit then baby, I’ll give it to you”

“Fuck” she moaned feeling her orgasm approaching faster Oj speaking to her wasn’t helping stall it. “You got it baby, let it go for me hmm?” He whispered driving his fingers home as his thumb worked overtime. The fear of someone walking into the living room to find his fingers up her dress was nonexistent seeing as his only other neighbor for miles was claimed by Jean jacket and Emerald was at her girlfriend’s for the weekend. She could be as loud as she wanted and Oj took advantage of this opportunity drilling his fingers faster, his eyes boring into hers. “Oj, Oj yes.. please..” he gazed down at her swirling his tongue around her nipple sucking it harshly after “that’s it, that’s it, let that shit go”. His words mixed with his voice and the tempo of his fingers sent her over the edge, her back arching as she gasped for air. “You’re good, you’re good Y/N” that was the first time he’d addressed her by her name though this whole ordeal. He usually did when she was coming down as a way to softly ground her. His free hand playing with the locs she’d gotten some a few days ago as she came down.

“You good?” He questioned kissing her lips gently, she loved how gentle he was with her as if she was as precious as his horses. She nodded her head taking a deep breath smiling up at him “I’m good”. He smirked once again nodding his head “good because I’m not done yet” he kissed her lips again sliding down her body bunching her dress up around her waist. His lips paired with his teeth marking the soft skin of her thighs slowly closing in on his target. “Oj please..” she sighed gazing down at him, her breath hitching finding him already staring at her. His tongue licking a fat stripe up her slit wrapping his tongue around her clit sucking harshly. Her juices dipping down his throat like lemonade quenching his thirst. His tongue swirling around it before licking up her slit multiple times, spiting her juices onto her cunt before he dove in again eyes never leaving hers.

His strong hands holding her thighs open as he ate her as if she was his only food supply. A shiver running down her back when he growled into her cunt sucking especially hard on her clit. “Fuck Oj!” A moan falling from her lips seeing her juices painting his face making his skin glisten as if he’d been in the sun all day. A deep “mhm” was her only response as his tongue and pace ruthless not letting up for anything not even air, dipping in to scoop up her leaking desire slurping it down his awaiting throat. “Cum for me again pretty girl, you can do yeah” he spoke before latching his mouth onto her cunt again. “Fuck baby I’m close” his eyebrows raised at the pet name considering the fact she always said his name knowing how much it turned him on when she did so. Deciding to let it slide he responded with a “Mhm” refusing to come up when his mouth was full. Y/N gripped the cushion of the couch moaning loudly into the air curling her toes feeling a second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” she sobbed feeling her coil inside snap granting Oj with an orgasm he was coaxing out of her. Once he finished slurping up her juices he slapped her cunt standing to his feet his frame looming over her, “watch ya mouth fo’ I put something in it”. With that he walked away returning with a warm washcloth cleaning between her legs being extra gentle when coming in contact with her cunt. Tossing the cloth in the laundry he returned with a bottle of water scooping Y/N into his arms carrying her to his bedroom. He removed her dress replacing it with his shirt pulling her into his arms afterwards. He tied her braids back placing her satin bonnet over her head a few swallows of water coming afterwards before a gentle kiss was placed on her forehead. “You did so good pretty girl, thank you for trusting me” he spoke into her ear rubbing her back as she drifted to sleep. He didn’t need to voice that he loved her, she already knew that by heart and she knew it wouldn’t change.

#oj haywood #oj haywood x reader #Oj Haywood x black!fem!reader #nope 2022 #nope spoilers #nope film #nope movie #Haywood ranch #Oj Haywood is my favorite cowboy! periodt

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reveluving · 1 year

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twice shy ; oj haywood x reader

warning: fluffy fluff (shy idiots in love)

a/n: again, no reason for me to write this other than the fact that mr kaluuya is <3 MC is jupe's sister in general because ✨ i n c l u s i o n ✨ (+ the invasion didn't happen, cool? cool!)

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oj feeling his heart stop when jupe introduces you as his older sister. you're not a part of the showbiz life, but just like the haywood's, the two of you were like two peas in a pod.

em relentlessly teasing tf out of her brother; it's not hard for her to notice the way his breath would hitch or when he flexes his hands as they turn clammy. her speculations have only been confirmed when at one point, there's this dreamy look on his face as you'd leave, excusing yourself to help your brother.

it takes a second for oj to notice his sister standing next to him, but when he does, especially with that damning smirk on her face, he knew he was in for a treat.

"I'm just sayin'; you guys would look cute together!" em will not stop buttering her brother up just so he'd grow a pair to ask you out. for most people, it would look like he's trying to tune out his sister's words when in reality, he's truly taking in her words, hoping that they could actually hype him up to take you out on a date.

em not only enjoying the way you and her brother shyly interact with one another but going as far as taking a couple of secret shots with her camera. even if it was a creepy thing to do, oj had to admit, the photos turned out amazing, and it didn't help that you'd always look ethereal.

oj not being able to stop smiling whenever he sees you and his extroverted sister hang out, almost funny because it's easy to see you trying your best to keep up with her every once in a while (because same), which he truly appreciates.

oj finally having the guts to ask you out when he finds you admitting your feelings towards him to one of the horses in the barn. em would've bursted out laughing if she saw the two of you stammering over the shared confession.

horseback riding!! say you've never done it before; oj carefully helps you mount (his hands on your hips!!!) and walking with you at a comfortable pace in case lucky acts up and he'd be able to catch you!

or! if the relationship's far enough, the two of you ride the horse together! just oj sitting behind you, letting him steer the reins while you lean against his chest <333

if he's feeling bold, he'll sweet talking in your ear a little, the two of you would share a laugh before he lets go of the reins for a bit to wrap his arms around you <3

failing to get used to em screaming "hey, lovebirds!" whenever she sees the two of you together. jupe's more subtle with his teases, but that doesn't mean the eyebrow-wiggling doesn't happen.

#— reve's reverie 🌹#oj haywood #oj haywood x reader #otis 'oj' haywood x reader #otis haywood x reader #daniel kaluuya #daniel kaluuya x reader #em haywood #keke palmer #jupe park #ricky 'jupe' park #steven yeun #nope 2022 #oj haywood x you #oj haywood x fem!reader #nope x reader

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quartzalynlove · 7 months

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Dating OJ Haywood Would Include

Pairing: OJ x black fem reader

Summary: things that come with dating our favorite cowboy

A/n: Daniel Kaluuya pls marry me

He was probably real shy to ask you out at first

Emerald would tease him and say if he wasn't gonna ask you out then she would

However if you confessed first he'd be chill about it and very flattered as he accepted your affections

Love language is definitely quality time

A movie night snuggled together on the couch is his idea of a perfect date

Whether it's eating together or taking care of the horses during the day he's just glad whenever you're around him

He's also a great listener and could follow along your rambles and rants for hours

He can be a bit awkward with physical affection

Not that he doesn't like it he just overthinks it

But that usually doesn't happen if you're feeling particularly needy

He'll hold you for as long as you need

And when he is affectionate he holds you and kisses you like he needs you to survive

He's strong and silent but inside he's just all warm and fuzzy for you

And the longer yall date the more it starts to slip out

He likes being silly and messing around with you

Mostly so he can hear you laugh

Every once in a while he might hold something over your head and chuckle as you jump trying to reach it

He'll also realize that he loves making out with you

Holding you close to him and letting his hands wander as he comepletly loses himself in you

Best thing in the world to him

He'll flip through a few pet names before landing on one that's yours

Methinks it's "sugar"

At some point it replaces your actual name

He'll be talking to em or angel and all of sudden goes "I was talking to sugar the other day" like it's what your mother named you at birth

If you ever need comfort he's definitely a solution giver but gives the best hugs

If you're crying he'll have you sit on his lap and wipe your tears while he shushes you

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bucklovesyou · 1 year

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NOPE kissing preferences

pairings: oj haywood x reader, em haywood x reader, angel torres x reader, ricky "jupe" park x reader

synopsis: just me rambling about how they'd kiss you :)

warnings: slight bit of angst for jupe but i think that's it. if you need something tagged, dont hesitate to let me know

a/n: hi hello this isnt my first fic for nope but it's my first one on my new account. one of my favorite movies fr. feel free 2 send any requests u have <3

oj would be hesitant to kiss you at first. he's not used to romantic gestures, as he hasn't dated much before you, and doesn't really know how to go about it. your first kiss was while he was watching you do the dishes. he asked you rather bluntly if he can kiss you and after you got over your initial shock and nearly dropped a mug you said yes. he was tense and clumsy the first few kisses you shared with him so you gently guide him and tell him what you like.

once he gets it down, though, his kisses are always sweet and passionate. he uses them to show that he loves you when he doesn't feel like using words. his favorite places to kiss you are on the lips and forehead. kisses on the lips feel more meaningful to him and he feels like they convey his feelings more than any other type of kisses. his forehead kisses come from times of silliness when you're having a giggling fit in his arms and he's grinning ear to ear and he ducks his head down to give you a sloppy kiss on the head, only causing you to giggle more.

em is more experienced and confident than her brother and will kiss you silly (after checking to see if you're okay with it first, of course !) she first kisses you when she drops you off after a date. it's night and she thinks you look so pretty with the moonlight shining on your face. she asks you if she can kiss you and you laugh and say yes so she gently presses her lips to yours. when she leaves, it's with a skip in her step and you laugh from your porch as she whoops and pumps her fist in the air.

after that, kisses are often. she mostly kisses you in passing like when she walks behind the couch you're sitting on she'll lean down and kiss your cheek or when you're both giddy and excited she'll squeeze you in a hug and pepper kisses all over your face. her favorite places to kiss you are on the cheek and on the nose. she loves how you squeal and giggle when she sneaks up and kisses you on the cheek or how you tighten your hold on her when she squishes her face against yours. nose kisses are more intimate to her and she loves watching your nose scrunch up when she kisses there. when you're on the verge of sleep she'll press a kiss to your nose and rub her thumb over your cheek until you fall asleep.

angel is a hopeless romantic and will fantasize about your first kiss immediately after your first date. he wants it to be perfect because he genuinely cares about you and feels like you have a connection. his vision falls apart, however, as angel is a mess and so is your first kiss with him. you were both on a date and everything was going to hell. the wait was long, he accidentally knocked your drink over and it spilled on you, the food came out cold. he felt pathetic but you reassured him it was fine and the two of you went to waffle house afterwards. he opened up about how upset and disappointed in himself he was for letting the night go so badly and you comforted him. one thing led to another and you kissed him. he was over the moon and the bad date quickly turned into the best date ever in his opinion.

he's still nervous kissing you even after your first kiss with him. you can tell when he wants to kiss you but is too shy to initiate because he stares at your lips and bashfully looks away when you notice him. ask him if he wants a kiss and he'll smush his face against yours immediately. he gets better about working up the nerve to kiss you casually but he still gets shy about lip kisses since they feel so special and intimate to him. speaking of, lip kisses are his favorite because it makes him feel so lucky to have you in his life and being able to share something like that with you. he also likes when you kiss his knuckles or the back of his hand. he always rolls his eyes when you do but he fails to suppress his grin.

jupe's first kiss with you was sorrowful and full of longing. it was the first time he really opened up to you about his childhood and although he didn't mention much, it was enough to cause him distress. you comforted him, of course, and when he pulled back from clinging onto you he pressed his lips onto yours. you kissed him back. his lips were salty from his tears and he apologized for spilling his guts to you all of a sudden but you reassured him that that's what partners are for and that he doesnt need to hide his pain from you.

from then on, jupe kisses you casually and sweetly. he's so much happier now that he has a shoulder to cry on and help him process his thoughts. he'll come up and pepper kisses all over your face before resting his head in the crook of your neck or he'll get excited and give you a quick peck on the lips before rambling about whatever it was he wanted to talk about. his favorite places to kiss you are on the nose and on your lips. he likes how you look up at him all shy from under your lashes as he kisses your nose and how you scoff and look away before shoving him. when it comes to kissing you on the lips, he loves how it can have different meanings. it can be fun and silly or deep and loving.

#oj haywood x reader #em haywood x reader #emerald haywood x reader #angel torres x reader #ricky park x reader #ricky “jupe” park x reader #jupe park x reader #jupe x reader

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1st HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Second, is there anyway you could write an OJ Haywood fic where y/n is with him when he goes to find the one horse at the old town attraction thing and instead of OJ getting knocked out by Jean Jacket, y/n does? They’re dating btw. Thanks!

YONDER | OJ HAYWOOD

A|N: Thanks for the bday wish 🫶🏽!! I know this was requested forever ago but…life you know!? Anyways it’s here and I always try to make my work shorter thinking that way I’ll be able to put content out quicker but that rarely goes my way! I’m trying y’all! Fun fact: wanted to take a break from writing this month but…idk if thats likely… (let’s see when i disappear next lmao) we’ll see! Hope the wait was worth it and that you enjoy!

WARNINGS: language? Religion + v*mit? Possible wrong usage of the word, “yonder,” idfk, I have southern grandparents and thats the first time I heard the word lol. I think that’s it!

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this was kinda stupid.

Normally you did not find joy hating on something someone was passionate about but internally? You were surely screaming, ‘fuck those horses!’ The moment dear OJ decided he wanted to get Lucky back from Jupiter’s claim.

Even Em stared at you as if you had also lost your mind, jumping up to follow after your boyfriend and her very persistent brother.

“I know y’all not finna leave me here with Hispanic Green Day and with that thing lurking around out there?” Em voiced.

OJ ignored his baby sister, carrying on to his truck while you reluctantly followed.

Angel muttered, “I don’t know if I’m meant to be offended by that but…Green Day has hits.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I still see you’re going through your angst phase and you’re what? Twenty-one or something?” Em fanned her hand, turning back to you two before Angel could defend himself and spew that he was still going through a fresh heartbreak, “are y’all serious?”

Squeezing the patterned crochet hat further over your hair and let out a deep sigh, “nope,” you popped the, ‘p,’ before glancing over at OJ who started up the truck, “but wherever this guy goes…”

Em scoffed as OJ began to reverse and turn around to exit the ranch, “you’re right beside ‘em. Fine. Just hurry up and get your asses back here, I don’t have the best feeling about splitting up!”

“Slight work.” OJ called out to his sister through the window, two fingers in the air while she nervously chewed down on her bottom lip, watching as you two began to take the long trail out of the ranch.

This was just like her childhood all over again.

Em could feel Angel’s eyes burning on the side of her face which resulted in her giving the bleached twenty-something year old the side eye, “don’t start, angel.”

Angel moved his fists from his hips to raise them in surrender, “I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I know you were thinking it!” Em pointed.

Sooner than you hoped, you and OJ made it to the parking lot of the theme park quite quickly. There were cars scattered around but not as busy as it could be. As you stood on the outside of the passenger side, you scrunched up your nose, honey brown circular glasses lifting as you did so, staring up at the blazing sun. That seemed a bit more comforting than the clouds lately…however the heat seemed to be glaring at you, almost warning you to go back the way you came.

“You ready?” OJ tapped your waist, gaining your attention.

Taking a small inhale you stepped forward, following after OJ, almost jogging to keep up with him, soon falling into step beside him. OJ was always hard working and when he had his mind set on something, he would always find a way to pull through.

The front gate creaked behind you as your eyes searched the scarce park. A whole tumbleweed brushed by your feet while you took in the emptiness of the park. If you thought your stomach hurt before? It definitely began to increase along with the heavy beating of your heart.

Your eyes instantly shot to OJ’s, his own round hooded eyes always expressed what his mouth didn’t. He was almost thinking the same damn thing; instead of heading through the wooden gates, he tapped your forearm with a nod of his head.

“In and out. Quick…depending on lucky. We’ll be alright.” He encouraged.

If it was anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have believed that. Yet OJ could always reassure you with those eyes and a brief touch. Honestly he didn’t want you to come with him but he didn’t have the time to start an argument. Plus with you by his side? His best company, his companion, good luck charm, and half of his heart? He had the confidence to do what he needed to do versus doing what he wanted or was chosen to do.

Slowly you trailed after OJ who, on the other hand was taking quick strides while you glanced around at each building. It felt incredibly eerie being here at a once lively western themed place turned ghost town—with not a person in sight.

This was not normal.

Before you know it, you’re hugging yourself as you loop through the entrance to the arena…feeling the walls almost suffocating you as you kick up dirt with each step.

OJ’s kissing his lips at Lucky, attempting to get the black beauty’s attention, who stood inside of what appeared to be a glass box. Glancing at the empty red bleachers, it didn’t take you long to guess what Jupe had been up to. First his invitation, to Lucky held hostage in a box, and now there’s no one around for his big showcase?

It’s not adding up.

Turning your head back to lucky who would not move, it was your turn to click your tongue against your bottom tooth. Another sound that seemed to work with the horses, followed by OJ continuing to make his own. With the new added sound from you, you could see Lucky slightly tilt his head in your direction.

“That’s it!” OJ yelled, thinking the both of you were getting somewhere.

“If only I brought my bag of parsnips, we’d be leaving by now.” You muttered, now squatting down, ready to clap to get lucky to at least move more than an inch.

Before you could slap your hands together, OJ quickly gripped your shoulder—immediately making you stare up at him in question. One finger followed, up to his lips as he peered up at the sky allowing you to see it—Jean jacket sliding behind its cloud.

Shuffling back, still crouching, you widened your eyes while OJ began to lower his voice, constantly glancing back and forth between the sky and his beloved horse. “Lucky!” He whisper-yelled.

Your eyes were focused on the sky now. The sun did not shine as bright on this side of Jupiter’s claim. In fact it was much cloudier, colder, it was much more unsettling and as the wind began to pick up…so did Jean jacket. You held your breath expecting it to dive right in for the black horse; instead it spluttered right towards the both of you.

The saucer-like creature knew that it had other guests to devour and you struggled to get upright as OJ failed to loop a arm around your ribcage and yank you out of the way. It all felt like slow motion with OJ missing you and fighting to keep his eyes on the territorial creature.

You were never good with distance. It never served you well and you were often teased by your own family; that was why you were the only one who needed some glasses, being far-sighted and all. Although your eyes were focused mainly on the sky after OJ brought it to your attention, you assumed Jean jacket was out yonder, much further than it appeared than this very moment.

As OJ scrambled back, still reaching out for you, screaming your name to what fell on deaf ears, he fought with the dirt as Jean jacket almost spit it in his eyes. And as the wind continued picking up, jean jacket got even closer, allowing the both of you to see just the opening of its mouth. OJ grappled, watching as a chill ran over his frame, while the pressure from Jean jacket flipped you onto your torso.

Your screams on the other hand, were not unheard.

OJ tussled (from being knocked back onto his bottom as well) to get to your outstretched hands. Which seemed to upset Jean jacket even further as you suddenly gripped your nails deep into the dirt, however you seemed to be getting dragged inch by inch. Next, the creature did not have much patience, deciding to lift the walls of the arena.

Would it collapse?

It barely held in the first place as wood began to fall in between the space of you and OJ. You could feel your nails cracking and beginning to bleed but that did not stop you from holding on.

There wasn’t much you knew about this UFO but the spluttering from it signaled that it was agitated with you two. Wrestling to lift your head up at OJ, it was your turn to watch in horror as another slab of wood went flying in his direction, slapping his face with a impact that shifted his entire body to one side. You couldn’t scream for him because the next thing you know, your body was lifting itself and you were flung to the side of the walls with a scream of your own.

It felt like two sacks of sands were sitting over your eyes and you fought like hell to get them open. Maybe if you kept them closed longer, you wouldn’t feel the immense pain that was beginning to settle in. You groaned, trying to move your limbs but you felt something holding your face in place.

That’s when your body jolted upwards with a shock, not knowing where you were and what was happening.

“Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it’s me.” OJ’s voice was heard and you instantly relaxed but visibly winced.

Your vision wasn’t straight and it was hard to focus on OJ’s features but one thing is for sure? You could smell blood, whether it be from his body or your own—that stench was evident.

“Looks like we’ve been out for awhile,” His knuckle brushed against your cheek as you tried to focus on your breathing, “How you feeling?”

Huffing out air from your nostrils, a snarky response was written on your stained face but you blinked multiple times to see a figure at the opening of the arena. “Like I should fight that—that—animal over there or hug it.”

Another round of red flags silently went off in OJ’s head as you stuttered trying to figure out Lucky’s name. Without question, his fingertips moved around your coils feeling for what he suspected and earning a loud hiss from you.

Slapping his wrist, “stop touching me! Let me go back to sleep, please.”

“There’s a first,” OJ lightly joked while you lolled your head around a bit, “you definitely been concussed. And we can’t stay here any longer.”

“Hm?” It was your turn for the short replies now.

Gently but firm, OJ got you to your feet and tried to lean you against what was left of the arena’s walls while he went towards lucky who patiently waited. He whistled him over, thrilled that he actually came to him as he whispered sweet nothings to the animal, patting his backside and encouraging him to lead the way out of Jupiter’s claim.

He noticed you sliding against the wall and rushed over to you, catching you before you slid back against the ground. “Stay with me, baby.”

“Always.” You gargled, finding your footing.

OJ tried to steady you but found this situation to be difficult. It was dark out and no one wanted to be out in the dark with Jean jacket lingering in the clouds. That was almost more frightening than the day time. So OJ sniffed, pinching his nostrils before he easily lifted you into his arms and began to speed walk beside lucky who trotted along.

“Phone.” OJ tried to not scratch at his already crusted over wound on his forehead as he sat beside you in the driver’s seat.

When he didn’t get any service with his simple flip phone, he searched the passenger seat for yours, finding it underneath the seat. And of course a flashing red battery was what he was met with. OJ sucked his teeth, tossing the glove compartment open for the extra car charger that (you purposely left) fit the more “up to date phones” and plugged yours in.

Looks like he wouldn’t be calling anyone for this thirty minute drive. OJ glanced at you, making sure that you were buckled in before he took the car out of park.

“Hey, babe. Where’s my—what do they call them? Spectacles. The extra things I need to see.” You pointed at your eyes, your head rolling around on the head rest.

OJ kept peering over at you as he drove pass a gas station followed by some hills, “shit, your glasses? Yeah. They were completely broken back there, sorry about that. I think you left your old pair back at the house, up in my room. You’ll be alright.”

“Yeah…I’ll just be blind as fuck for the rest of the night.” You slurred, “I really want to sleep.”

“No! No, keep those pretty eyes open for me.”

“You’re pretty.” You mocked, making the man smirk at you in the night.

“I’ll even put on some music, keep you awake.”

“Some gospel?”

OJ was shocked at that.

“You really want to hear gospel?”

“I know you’d rather listen to…dill pickles?”

“…what, y/n?” OJ sighed, he knew that was a cartoon but he just knew you were trying to tease him about some genre he didn’t listen to.

“That country singer. Kane something.” You sighed, “I can’t think straight…my head hurts.”

“I know, we’ll get you some ice soon. I promise, we just need to get in doors before—

OJ trailed off as he actually turned the radio on for you. He twirled the nozzle in search of the gospel station. You came from a religious background and that’s how OJ met you, through his mother, when the Haywood’s would attend your father’s church every other Sunday.

That of course faltered when his mother passed when he was around twelve or so. His father tried to keep up with attending, knowing that’s what his wife would have wanted but soon found the horses took up much more of his time along with raising two kids all on his own. Thankfully OJ still got to see you at school…and you’ve been together since you were seventeen.

Now just hold on (hold on)

Change is coming (change is coming)

Hold on (hold on)

Don't worry (don't worry 'bout a thing)

Hold on (hold on)

You can make it (you can make it)

Hold on (hold on)

Everything (everything will be alright)

Is gonna be alright

“I love this song.” You sniffed, your voice soft.

OJ knew that, which is why a feeling told him to stop here after messing with staticky stations. It was one of your comfort songs and that’s all he wanted to bring you after the both of you were basically fighting for your lives miles ago.

And when you reached your battered hand out for his, OJ didn’t hesitate to interlock your fingers together. Then slowly you felt the prickle of his facial hair on the back of your hand as he placed a kiss there. A small smile graced your dry lips while OJ held onto your hand, with the other gripping the wheel, his body sitting up, which meant he was about to float this piece.

You were his happy place and he was your safety.

And he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night. Not even when you arrived at the ranch, the jolting of the land making you puff your cheeks.

“I need to throw up.”

Thankfully the both of you weren’t far from the house, OJ spotting Angel’s van not too far from his own now parked truck.

“Okay. You need me to help you out?” OJ asked, although the thought of watching you puke made his own stomach turn.

Freeing your hand, you held it up to him, your other shaky hand reaching around to unbuckle yourself. OJ dipped his head as he began to unbuckle himself and open the door. That feeling came around again, almost like a whisper, telling OJ to look up.

And when OJ caught Jean jacket, hovering above with a triangle rainbow garland hanging from it…Immediately he got back into the car with a slam of the door. He quickly turned to you, already waiting for his eye and you gently shook your head with a hand over your mouth.

“Uh uh.” You managed to get out, lips tightly pressed together and a face so pale in the moonlight.

OJ held out his hand, palm up for you to place your hand back in his, “Nope.”

It was decided, no matter the yonder between you two and Jean jacket, the both of you agreed to stay put in the car for the night…

And the horse statue that collided with your side of the windshield…only made your plans for the night, much more clear.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#nope #nope 2022 #nope film #jordan peele #daniel kaluuya #oj haywood x reader #Daniel kaluuya x reader #request #em haywood #angel torres #Angel nope #keke palmer #brandon perea #otis haywood x reader #asks #requests #nope x reader

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cjariot · 1 year

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finest siblings i swear😭

#emerald haywood #oj haywood #emerald haywood x reader #oj haywood x reader

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applesontheground · 11 months

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mirage 🎠

here go the first of my three vignettes for my fave horror protags of 2022, the haywoods + their adopted mentally unstable retail worker (angel).

first up is my fuckin cowboy... ❤

SFW | Word Count: 832 | OJ Haywood x GN Reader 🎼: x (OF COURSE I HAVE A NOPE PLAYLIST THIS MOVIE STILL STICKS TO MY BRAIN-)

You considered the fact that there were many people before you who spent too much time alone out in somewhere so arid and so silent and would start seeing things after awhile.

...Hearing things, though?

You stared at the sky for another long pause, hands still on the fence that kept your boyfriend's horses secured as you tried to catch that noise again. It wasn't an animal kind of screaming, one that mountain lions or even strange birds would be so close to calling. Nothing like an imitation.

It was a person, a person who was experiencing a deep sense of danger. How the hell it sounded as though it came spiraling from the sky, you weren't sure. That's what was making your slog around in your usual chores come to a halt in the first place to hear it again.

"[Y/N]." Speaking of your boyfriend, you heard the mellow hum from the other side of the pen, "[Guy/girl], you good?" When you didn't answer yet, raising a hand to quiet him as you kept listening, you then realized you were being silly.

Your eyes fell to your shoes, and you huffed, “J, you’d tell me if I was crazy, right?” From the other side of the fence, he mumbled, “Mm hm.”

You turned to him, and clarified, “OJ, really. I’m not the only one hearing shit, right?” His eyes cast over to you, chin settled on one arm as he merely let that question sit in the air. Your eyes slid from his, combing through your mind one last time before he finally replied, “No, [Y/N]. Sometimes I hear it, too. Sounds too much like us to be any animal.”

He then mosied over, minding the pacing horses to stand next to you from the other side of the gate. You slid across the hot surface that had been baking in the sun, settling your shoulder against the part of his arm that was now leaning over it. He was stock still as you looked at the sky with him and you murmured, “Is it the wind? We don’t get any animals this far out that can mimic like that, right?”

He hummed again, but then gently nodded with his head to the blemish almost straight ahead of the two of you in the plain horizon, fairly visible from where you two stood at the edge of the first corral by the house out at the Haywood Ranch. OJ commented, “Think it’s that rodeo show he puts on. All that alien shit, maybe it's some kind of special effect.”

You caught the circle of tall lightposts out in the dust, the two of you watching now in a stale silence. It wasn’t the usual peace that OJ and you would share, sometimes for hours on end (which drove his sister Emerald crazy whenever she found the time to visit the two of you), but more like a heavy rock settled in your stomach that came from knowing what that neighboring park represented.

The owner had been making deals even before OJ had taken over his family business with Em and it was still their father in charge. He knew he had the prices to not only push the Haywoods off this part of the land that they had lived on for so long, but also take their family's horses with it. You didn’t even know the guy’s name, but according to Em he had been a child star trying to chase after the glory, the money…whatever it was he had lost back then.

It still made you desolate at times to realize Otis had never gotten to be your father in law. A freak accident had happened only a few months ago, and you were only left with word of mouth from the paramedics who had tried to save him, and the consolation that you could muster as someone just as wordless as your boyfriend, especially in grief. You assured yourself that it was more because you and OJ were in no hurry to take your relationship to something more serious, even without his father here now.

OJ’s hand moved from the fence, sliding back to the top of it to go around your shoulder, still mute as he put his arm around the back of your neck. You slid even closer, gently knocking your head next to his, like it’d help you know what he was thinking.

“I’ll do whatever I can to keep you from selling those horses.” You sighed, “I don’t know how, but I want them to stay here with you. With Em, with the family.” You expected no answer, but he finally spoke just above that hum again.

“Hm-hm. You know I'm a firm believer in the real being real." He shook his head, making your own nudge slightly as you smiled to him, "It's not always recognized right away, but when time comes. I'm sure."

You hummed at that.

"I like that idea."

#oj haywood x reader #final boy x reader #✏️#🎠

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localbadhabit · 1 year

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BLOODY PROMISES

CW: BLOOD MENTION, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO Y/N MENTIONED

angel torres x reader (platonic or romantic idk)

platonic!haywood siblings x reader

-YOUR POV-

I gulped as I stayed under the tarp with Antlers and Angel. My palms sweating, knee bouncing and arms aching. I watch the clouds anxiously as I block out everyone talking, which wasn't the best idea considering I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. That's when Angel shook me back to life. I looked around. "Where's Antlers?" He pointed and got on the walkie, I turned.

"Hey, guy, uh- Antlers just said some weird cryptic shit and is heading up the hill-"

My whole body raced with adrenaline as I watched Antlers go up. Some part of me wanted to go up and stop him but if Jean Jacket got to him before I did then I'd be sucked up, too. And I couldn't do that to Angel. Not after all he's been through. I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating till Angel grabbed be and patted my back, reassuring me that it was all gonna be alright.

I didn't believe him.

I knew I shouldn't believe him. The knot in my stomach got tighter as I heard Antlers get swooped up and screaming. I shut up eyes tightly and then the whole tent started moving. Something hit me in the head, hard and big. My vision went blurred as I felt myself fall down the hill. I didn't know what happened next.

-ANGEL'S POV-

I rolled down the hill with them, panting and groaning. I turned to them, limp and blood rushing down their face. I quickly crawled to them, wrapping them up in tarp and barbed wire. I apologized softly to them, holding their head to not make em bleed more. I kissed their forehead gently and held them. "I'm sorry-" I whispered. "When this is over, I'll take you our on a date, I promise." They didn't respond, I didn't expect them to. I gulped. "A-and- we can go see that movie you wanted to watch... get popcorn and drinks." I laughed at the thought of us getting kicked out cause we were laughing too loud. I held them tightly. "I promise-"

Emerald was yelling at OJ and I listened as everything went a little quiet. I peaked out and noticed Jean Jacket, OJ, Emerald weren't there. I got out of the trap and was carefully not to hurt them. I wouldn't forgive myself if I did. I tore a piece of fabric from my shirt and wrapped it around their head. God damn, my leg hurts. It was a while but I turned and saw Jean Jacket. But, it looked more like a monster created by Lady Gaga now.

I stood up as I watched Jupe's balloon go up, I watched Jean Jacket inhale it an explode. I gasped and stated. It was over. All the pain. All the blood. It was over. I gently picked up them up and made it to my van, I set them in and drove them to the hospital before the news got there, praying Emerald and OJ were alright.

-YOUR POV-

I woke up to a blinding light, my head and my back hurt bad. I squinted and looked around after my eyes got used to the light. Was that Emerald and OJ? I smiled a bit.

"Aye! There's my favorite person!" Emerald laughed as she gently shook my shoulder. "You took a bad hit, man, glad you're okay." She smiled.

"Thanks, Em- Hi, OJ." I greeted. He waved. "Angel's out grabbing you snacks." "Angel's here?" My eyes lit up, the two giggled. I waited, staring at the door. It finally opened. "I got you cinnabun, OJ, took me awhile to find avending machine with some in-" we stared at eachoher for awhile before he set down everything on a table and ran to me, he (carefully as he could) hugged me, tearing up a bit. I teared up too as I squeezed him. "There's the dork of the hour." I commented.

He laughed, Emerald got up and hugged the both of us, eventually we convinced OJ to join the group hug.

This was where I'm meant to be.

This is home.

This is my family.

#nope #nope 2022 #nope x reader #nope 2022 x reader #emerald haywood #oj haywood #angel torres #angel torres x reader #emerald haywood x reader #oj haywood x reader

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