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OJ treating Angel like a horse.
#oj haywood#angel torres#nope#nope 2022#daniel kaluuya#brandon perea#a bonus em also being treated like a horse in the last gif but it's funny because angel Does Not Know This Man#especially with the clicking thing he's just like 'oh i guess this is how we talk now' and just goes along with it#angel x oj#nope spoilers
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*Fanfic writers dangling OJ x Angel fics over my head: You like the bread? You like the bread lil birdie?
*me voice low, breathing shakily, hands reaching out: I fuCKING LOVE THIS BREAD
#nope 2022#nope spoilers#nope#angel x oj#oj haywood#angel torres#fanfic writers#nope fics#nope imagines
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Jean Jacket almost ate OJ's Soulmate and that's a Nope (OJ/Angel Soulmate AU Part 1 of 2)
part 2
Ao3
Summary: Soulmate AU
Angel needs help with the injuries he received while nearly being devoured by the blood spewing, key spitting Umbrella Monster they called Jean Jacket. And OJ is there to help. But OJ's world shifts for a second time when he sees Angel's intricate soulmark design the bleach blonde has on his back. It just so happens to match the rancher's own mark. OJ doesn't know how to handle that information. So he puts off dealing with it.
Ch 1 is OJ's POV. Ch 2 is Angel's POV
A/N: the reason that poll was set to end tomorrow. I was working on this idea. The Nope RI I wrote didn't go over well. And while I was thinking about plot ideas I was thinking what would happen if they were soulmates. Then this fic happened.
Unbeta'd and posted from mobile so please forgive any typos.
Enjoy.
Word count: 2k+
Content Warning: blood and injury. Wound/Injury tending, worry/anxiety, social anxiety. Description of violence.
Post canon events
Ch 1: Otis Junior's not good with emotions
OJ Haywood freezes. He had been helping Angel Torres change the bandages on the cuts he couldn't reach. The hospital had given them strict instructions and OJ was meticulous on a normal day. He must have been focusing harder on getting the procedure down as the clinic nurse detailed it before to notice Angel’s soulmark. But now he noticed. He couldn't unsee the intricate design of the soulmark on Angel’s back, just below his shoulder blade. It managed to stand out even along the bruised and bandaged skin.
It matches the one hidden under his own shirt along his ribs. The marks would line up if OJ stood behind him. And OJ could imagine a scenario where if he went up behind Angel and pulled him close, the marks would touch. And nope, he shouldn't be thinking that now.
OJ had not expected that. What was he supposed to do?
“Is it bad? Did they get worse?” Angel asks. And the questions have OJ shaking himself. Right. Angel needed help. Everything else he can figure out later. First, bandages. Then pain meds for both of them. And then everything else. Yeah. He could figure it out. He'd tell Angel at some point.
OJ gets frustrated with himself after a few days of trying to figure out how to broach the topic. He can't just be like, “hey I know you had this bad break up recently, and then you almost died because I dragged you into a mess that got over 43 killed. And you were almost one of them and now you are suffering because of it, but guess what, you're my soulmate.”
Yeah, no. That was not going to happen. So he kicked that ball of stress further down the road to deal with later. He told himself he'd do it once they had healed up and Angel didn't need to rely on him for help and could make the choice to stay or go. Yeah, that was a plan. What he hadn't expected was his sister to notice something had changed. So one night when he was struggling to sleep, he checked to make sure Angel was still out cold in what was now Angel’s room in the partially repaired farmhouse. The money from doing a few interviews had helped pay to fix the roof enough to stay there. It was better than three people in a studio apartment in what? Burbank? Yeah. No. This was preferable. OJ needed space and familiarity if he was going to sort everything out. And he had a lot of shit to sort out. He is leaning against the newly repaired railing of the arena staring at the sky that had so recently held a monstrous predator that nearly killed all of them. Jean Jacket had almost killed his soulmate before he even knew he was his soulmate. And damn, did that make him frustrated. Holst hadn't just fucked up the plan. But he almost cost him his soulmate, and for what? A few seconds of damaged film? The selfish suicidal bastard. He glanced back to make sure the house was still dark. He shouldn't have been surprised to see his sister walking towards him. He sighs. Glancing up at the window of the room Angel was in. Why was everything so frustrating. They survived the impossible. Telling his soulmate they were soulmates shouldn't be this hard. Not after what they went through.
“You know you could just ask the guy out,” Em says because okay, yeah, he might be staring at the house more than glancing.
OJ shakes his head. “Not that easy,” he admits.
“Why not? You may not say shit, but not exactly subtle either, brother.” When he doesn't argue, and his shoulders slump. She knows he won't say anything. “What changed?” She asks, her tone now softer and less teasing. “Sure, the guy almost died to help us, but like, you look like a kicked puppy even more than usual.”
“I saw his soulmark,” OJ says.
“So you think he’ll just leave you someday? I mean, probably, but that doesn't-”
“Doubt it,” OJ stops her.
“Doubt what?”
“Cuz…well…” he gestures at his own mark as he struggles with actually saying out loud, because even if it is just to his sister, saying it aloud makes it so much more real. But his sister knows him. She gets him. And he can almost see the moment she figures it out because her eyes change. There is a glint to them he hasn't seen since Jean Jacket dropped out of the fucking clouds.
“No fucking way,” she says. “He's your-OJ! And you haven't told him! How long have you known?”
“Since he needed help with bandages after-” he starts to admit.
“What the shit, OJ?!” She shouts. “That was days ago!”
“Will you quiet down,” he tells her. He glances at the house, then over at the rebuilt stables. “Lucky is-”
“Bullshit, this isn't about Lucky,” she says, quieter this time. “You don't want him to hear.” Her emphasis on the pronoun needed no explanation. Not even to OJ who often misses the subtleties of social interaction. He understands.
“I have a plan,” he states.
She scoffs. “To what? Wait until his anxious stupid brain gives him a breakdown or lets it slip that he stays here because he's scared to be alone and then you tell him it's probably because he is so damn close to his stubborn ass soulmate and a bond that is so close to being completed but you're a dumbass and-”
“Okay! Point taken,” OJ concedes, because yeah, he feels it. Every time he helps Angel with the bandages it's like his fingers burn at touching his soulmate’s skin. It's like their soulbond straining to be acknowledged. And if Angel had noticed he hadn't mentioned it.
“So you going to tell him?” Em asks. “because if you don't then I might-”
“You wouldn't,” OJ says with confidence. And he is right, she wouldn't do this for him. Sometimes her brother needed a kick in the ass to do something he has avoided. So she might not tell Angel, but she was going to make OJ’s life miserable until he does. He nods. “Tomorrow.”
“I’m gonna hold you to it,” she insists, but she is smiling, because Angel might seem like an odd match for her brother. She knows better. Even in the short time they'd known the nerd, Angel helped bring OJ out of the shell he found himself in after losing their dad. OJ had focused on the horses and trying to keep the ranch going. He hadn't really let himself feel. And then this nerdy tech guy wouldn't leave them alone and doesn't even bat an eye at OJ's odd mannerisms. Nah, he got OJ. Sure he would awkwardly ramble and fill the silence, but it was actually kinda funny. And the way he didn't doubt their story. Wanted to help. And that shit makes sense to Emerald now. That was probably his soulbond pushing him in OJ’s direction without the awkward idiot knowing. They were both idiots. Idiots that souls were made to fit together. Yeah, she wasn't going to let her brother chicken out on this one. It was for his own good.
Angel looks so confused. Em has been proverbially poking and prodding at them all day, and the poor guy didn't understand where it was coming from. After an awkward dinner OJ decided enough was enough. It was now or never. He just hoped Angel wouldn't be mad that OJ knew and didn't say anything. OJ still hadn't figured out how to say it. So he did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed the back of the collar of his own shirt and pulled it off.
“What-OJ-why-what are you-”
It was almost comedic how shocked Angel was, and OJ hadn't even taken his undershirt off yet. Okay, maybe it was stupid that he worried Angel wouldn't want him. Because Angel’s eyes had a look to them that was somewhere between awe and thirsty as fuck. And subconsciously, OJ clicks his tongue and Angel goes quiet. And that was something that was happening more and more as time went on. Angel really just got him. It should have been more obvious to OJ that they were soulmates. Like, Angel never got annoyed when OJ did that shit. OJ never really thought about how weird most people felt about the way he acted. He knew he made people uncomfortable. But Angel had maybe rolled his eyes now and again, but he never complained. Never told him he was weird, or that it made him feel any sort of way about it. He just went with it. Listened in a way no one else ever did. He read between the lines OJ didn't know how to offer up. It made him realize how exhausting it had been with anyone before Angel. And damn, that was something. This soulmate shit was no joke.
“OJ?” Angel calls him and right. He was only halfway done. The cowboy pulled his undershirt off and could audibly hear the way Angel’s voice caught in his chest, or maybe his throat. Either way, it was out there now. There was no taking it back. Angel could see his mark and clearly put the pieces together. OJ forced himself to look Angel in the eyes. And there were so many emotions on Angel's face OJ had to look away.
“I didn't…” OJ owes him an explanation. So he makes his mouth and tongue cooperate. Because his soulmate is looking at him with confusion and maybe a hint of hurt. Betrayal maybe? Anger? OJ wasn't great at reading people. But Angel tended to broadcast how he felt. Em had said Angel didn't just wear his heart on his sleeve, it was more like a neon sign over his head. So OJ made himself continue. “I didn't know how to tell you. Going through so much already, because of me, and then Em found out, I didn't tell her but-”
He is cut off when Angel damn near lunges at him and kisses him.
OJ is too stunned at first to react but Angel eases him into it because of course his soulmate would know what he needs. They stay like that until they hear Em laughing and the artificial sound of a phone camera shutter.
“Idiots,” she damn near cackles. “I'm out of here, don't do anything stupid,” she tells them. Not even waiting to hear any sort of reply. The screen door snaps closed behind her as she laughs her way out.
“You're not mad?” OJ asks. And Angel huffs, a noise somewhere between a humorless laugh and a scoff.
“Nah, not like you did it out of malice or some shit. And I'm pretty sure that was the longest sentence you've ever said to me, so clearly you mean it.”
“I do,” OJ is quick to offer. He had meant it. “I had a plan.”
That earns a chuckle from Angel. “Oh yeah? What was it?”
“Tell you once we both healed up, so you wouldn't have any obligation to stay or need me any-” Angel pulls away and punches OJ’s shoulder. Not hard, more to make a point. OJ looks at him with confusion.
“Would've been waiting forever, because even before the cuts and shit, pretty sure I needed you. Just didn't understand why. Now it makes a lot more sense.”
“Yeah, Em pointed out that wasn't a smart plan,” OJ says, rubbing at his neck now that there was some distance between them and he realizes how stupid that sounded. His injured soulmate had literally been at his fingertips, and he had just been too insecure to act on it. Wasn't exactly fair to Angel.
“No, it wasn't, but…” Angel’s pause has OJ looking back up at him as Angel closes the slight distance again. “I'm glad she did.” And OJ feels something inside him shift when Angel’s fingers ghost over the mark on OJ’s torso. Fuck, this was more exhilarating than anything he'd been through. Like that moment he dove from Lucky into cover and he knew he had pulled the run off without a major flaw. He had felt fucking high. But this. This made that seem like nothing. OJ reached over and pressed Angel’s gauze covered hand flat against the mark and Angel must feel it because he is securely in OJ’s space again, grinning as OJ meets him halfway this time in a kiss that says everything OJ can't find the words to say. And anything the action might have missed was filled in when OJ leaned his forehead against Angel's and closed his eyes. OJ’s bad leg aches from him being on his feet for so long. And he can't even imagine how much Angel’s bruised body hurts. But neither of them want to break the moment. It's fucking magical. A soulbond forming. There were still a few steps they'd have to go through for the bond to be complete, but it was starting to form. And after all the shit they had been through. It was unlike anything they could have imagined. A trauma bond had nothing in a budding soulbond.
Angel chuckles. “You know you're really stuck with me now. You thought I was hard to get rid of before…”
“You think I actually tried?” OJ counters.
“That’s…yeah, that tracks. But I thought it was kind of obvious how even after saying I wasn't going back to the umbrella monster, yet I did. That I wasn't going anywhere without you. I mean I saw you in my clothes man, and that is seared in my brain now. Then you go and just start stripping in the living room. I-”
OJ cuts off Angel's rambling with a kiss because the guy had a point. Angel had no obligation to help them. They had actively tried to get rid of him. Told him they didn't need his help, told him to leave. But did OJ ever actually want him to? Not really. He liked having someone there that knew more about that shit then they did. And fuck, when Angel had told Holst that they wouldn't just send Lucky out like Jupe had. Angel had stopped Holst's planning before he could even argue. All because Angel knew Lucky meant something to OJ and Em.
And as if Angel could read his damn mind, Angel tells him, “Don't think I could have survived that shit without you.”
“Me either,” OJ says with absolute honesty. “Killed me to think Jean Jacket-”
“Ha, like you could get rid of me that easily,” Angel says. And OJ could appreciate that. Angel had put up one hell of a fight to survive. Luckily for both them, he had succeeded.
“Didn't try to,” OJ says “Don't plan on it either.” The smile that earns him makes the cowboy feel warm and fuzzy inside. They had a lot of shit they needed to work out, but they'd figure it out. They'd do it together. And that was all OJ needed to know.
#angel torres#oj haywood#oj x angel#angel x oj#angel torres x oj haywood#tw: injury#tw: violence#tw: anger#tw: swearing#tw: anxiety#tw: fear#tw: cursing#tw: blood#tw: wounds#tw: wound tending#nope fic#nope 2022
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Nerves Made Of Tin
read on AO3
~1k, OJ Haywood/Angel Torres, T-rating, Post-Canon
Summary: When a thunderstorm hits Agua Dulce overnight without warning, Angel is not having any of it.
#nope#nope 2022#oj haywood#angel torres#nope jordan peele#angel x oj#oj x angel#nope movie#nope film
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TikTok/YT Shorts edit I made while I should've been finishing the full length Nope edit I was already making while I should've been finishing the Angel/OJ fic I started in October.
Enjoy!
#One day I will finish one thing before starting another#nope 2022#Nope edit#angel x oj#oj haywood#angel torres#nope#daniel kaluuya#nope jordan peele#oj x angel#brandon perea#fan edit
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oprah shot
#...cowboytech#horses n computers#nope#nope spoilers#nope 2022#digital art#angel torres#oj haywood#emerald haywood#the haywoods#fuck aliens#jordan peele was crazy fa dis one#the oprah shot#jupe#lucky .... u the realest#autism be damned my boy can work a grill#i lov poc#procreate#kenny lol#oj x angel
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OJ treating Angel like a horse and giving him treats when he does good, like giving him a jolly rancher that's an equivalent of a sugar cube and because Angel isn't a horse person, he's none the wiser, until he tells Em that OJ gives him jolly ranchers whenever he helps out and Em doesn't know whether to laugh or glare at OJ and OJ strongly believes that he didn't do anything wrong, it's just his way of showing affection.
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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.
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where’s the angel torres fanfiction
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How the hell do you enter an agreement with a UFO...alien entity or whatever you wanna call it...?
Jean Jacket. Call it Jean Jacket.
#a real 'started from the bottom now we're here' friendship#nope#nope spoilers#oj haywood#angel torres#movie gifs#nope 2022#angel x oj#daniel kaluuya#brandon perea
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄
╰┈─➤ 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷: Not every miracle is a good one, but you were, to angel. Even if you were cold and distant to him, he could always keep trying.
Nope x reader [insert]
Note 📝: it’s that time, I’ve been waiting to do this for awhile but was so hesitant to actually do it, so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
Chapter two
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨
| 2 Months ago. |
You stared at your mom’s dead body, just sitting there. In silence. You barely even remembered what happened, one minute she was talking to you and then the next thing you know she was bleeding.
You had took her to the hospital and tried to figure out what it was, weirdly enough there was objects flying on the ground that day.
You stayed there till day and night, you just felt numb. She was gone, your father was gone too, you had no one.
She was gone. You just had to accept that. As much as you tried to revive her there was nothing you could do.
| Present |
You were at the cash register, well, you worked in a store now- mostly for cameras or whatever. At least you had a job that paid you every hour.
Em and oj came up to you, placing boxes down on the counter, you’ve known them for a long time but never really talked to them as much.
“Hi. Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you’re looking for today? If not give your store experience a rating from five to zero and we’ll get back to you in a jiffy.” You said in a monotone voice, em and oj exchanged looks before turning back to you.
“Did someone get on your nerves or somethin’? Sounding real gloomy over there (Y/n).” Em said, you sighed and shrugged.
“I’m doing just fine.” You replied, then angel walked over to the three of you, you let out a groan and continued to scan their supplies.
“You guys need help with the installation or..?” He questioned, Em shook her head, “No, no, no, no, no. Thank you. Appreciate you.” Em replied.
Angel sighed, “All right, uh, no help with the install. Suit yourself.” He chuckled, once you were done scanning their items you placed them in a bag.
They were talking about something and you stared off into space for a minute, you’ve always done that ever since your mother died..it was common for you.
You felt someone snap their fingers in your face, breaking you out of your trance, “Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?” Angel said as he kept snapping his fingers in your face.
He kept doing it but he knew you were staring at him, he just wanted to know if you were here or not.
“Angel, stop.” You said and he did, you felt his hand on your shoulder, you probably didn’t feel it from being in a trance or day dreaming.
“Dude, your hand.” You said, slapping his hand off your shoulder, he let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I was just going to let you know we’re heading to the Haywood’s house, wanna come? By the way can we take your van?” He asked, you nodded.
“sure.” You answered.
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You slammed the back of the van doors open, “Damn. Did not know you guys were this far out.” Angel said, starting up a conversation.
“Mm-hmm.” Oj hummed in response, you grabbed the boxes out of the van and placed it on the ground.
Then Angel let out a yell, you ignored it and rolled your eyes, why was he even yelling for?
“You’ll startle the horses for gods sake. Don’t yell.” You said, then you let out a sigh escape your lips, it was too hot out here and you were sweating like crazy.
You saw em walking away and Angel called you over to show a picture of his ex-girlfriend.
“Her name was, uh, Rebecca Diaz. Yep, keep an eye out for her. She’s an actress, model, you know? She booked a pilot on The CW, so…Yeah, fucking left me.” Angel explained, you rolled your eyes and walked off.
“Uh..hey, wait- where you going?” He asked, you ignored him and walked into the Haywood’s house.
What a day.
#nope 2022 x reader#nope x reader#angel torres x reader#xreader#nope 2022#oj haywood#em haywood#reader insert
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Jean Jacket almost ate OJ's Soulmate and that's a Nope (OJ/Angel Soulmate AU Part 2 of 2)
Part 1
Ao3
Summary: Soulmate AU
Angel's perspective of finding out OJ's his soulmate.
A/N: Please see the end for Resources on Missing Persons.
Jean Jacket in the movie made hikers vanish, but there is a very real number of people that have gone missing in this crazy world. So please keep that in mind.
Unbeta'd. Not fully edited.
Word Count: 2k+
Content Warning: Content Warning: blood and injury. Wound/Injury tending, worry/anxiety, social anxiety. Description of violence. Mentions of Missing Persons (Missing 411)
Chapter 2: Angel has too many feelings
Angel feels dizzy as OJ helps him with the bandages on his back that his damaged hands just can't reach. OJ had a strange affect on him ever since Angel saw him at work. Angel wanted his attention more than he had wanted anything in his life and he didn't know why. He just did. It nearly got him killed but he still craved it.
Having OJ’s fingers dance along his spine made Angel’s skin feel on fire. But that might just be the healing cuts and bruises from where the barbed wire had dug into his ribs when the vortex caused by Jean Jacket pulled the wire taught to snapping. He was shocked he had managed to scream with how tight his lungs had been squeezed. But the barber wire had been enough that it spit him out. And as much pain as he was in now, he was fucking glad to be alive. And having the guy he was very much trauma bonded and head over heels for, ha stupid not joke, nice one brain, that didn't help. Or did it. He wasn't sure. Either way, he was beyond grateful for OJ's willingness to help him. Angel hadn't even really needed to ask. OJ had just posted up and nodded along as the nurse explained what needed to be done for cuts and stitches littered along Angel's bruised torso. And Angel cried over that. He hadn't ever had anyone care for him like that. Like he wasn't a complete burden. Sure, he tried to help OJ back. OJ had an injured leg and ankle after all, but with injured hands and being unable to breathe much without pain, he couldn't do much but hold things loosely as they slowly fixed up the ranch. That and buy things they needed since he still had a job. His boss had taken it somewhat easy on him since his bandages weren't easy to hide. Even the customers were nicer. Though the fact his face was all over the news as the story came out probably helped. People were naturally curious. And their curiosity seemed to outweigh any negative experience they had at the store.
So he brought the Haywoods food the odd days he did work. He had funded Em’s grocery runs. He might not have much saved up, but he would give them everything for putting up with him.
He was brought out of his thoughts at the way OJ’s fingers disappeared while he was taking off the first bandage in his back. The loss of warmth was jarring but what had dread pooling in his stomach was the way OJ froze up, just staring at Angel’s back. Had he torn a stitch or opened up one of the cuts overnight? Did they miss one and now it was infected or something? What could possibly have shaken OJ that much? He has to know.
“Is it bad? Did they get worse?” He asks. And that must snap OJ out of whatever was going on in his head because he was moving again. Hands making heat rise throughout Angel’s body. He trusted OJ. He knew that if something was wrong and he was getting worse then OJ would be packing him in the truck and taking him to get help. Much like he had when OJ and Em found him. Angel had assured him he just needed to patch himself up but OJ didn't want to lose anyone else to that stupid cloud monster. And OJ also knew tetanus was a death sentence and there was no way Angel didn't get exposed to it. All those cuts and that much dirt. They needed a doctor. And Angel couldn't exactly tell an already grieving guy no.
And in retrospect, OJ was right. They had pumped him full of antibiotics and at least two shots for stuff he couldn't remember. And told them both if he showed any sign of fever or infection to come back because sepsis was not a fun way to die. And Angel had survived being sucked up by Jean Jacket. He wasn't going to die now because of a dirty scratch. That was why he had agreed to stay with OJ. So someone could help him. That and he was terrified of being alone. Loud noises, people shouting, even a fucking breeze, was enough to have his heart racing and not in a good way. Being alone in a thin walled apartment in the city was not going to work for him. He just hoped his new friends wouldn't get annoyed and send him away.
During one of the first shifts he couldn't avoid everything began reminding him why he hated his job. As much as he loved technology and it funded his existence, customer service was exhausting on a good day. Bad days were just brutal.
“You look like shit,” Nessie says as he walks towards his work station.
“Missed you too, Ness,” he deadpans.
“So all that shit on the news really happened,” she says, leaning against the desk to get a good look at his still healing face. “You fought space aliens. like actually those.” She gestures to the sci-fi props in the store. He didn't miss the irony of it all. Of course the store he worked in was themed after 50’s sci-fi. Mostly aliens and abductions. And he was probably the only person who had actually survived that shit. He wanted to rub at his face but didn't want to aggravate the cuts in his hands or face. OJ had helped him with his hands earlier so hopefully the bandages would hold. But his hands fucking hurt. He glares at the keyboard and the scanner.
“It was one monster,” he states, “and it might not even be alien. Like who knows how long Jean Jacket had been here before Jupe fucking lured it with horses to Jupiter's Claim. I actually talked to Em about it. Like we know it ate those hikers. What if-”
He looks up when someone clears their throat and Ness nods towards a customer.
“Oh sh-sorry,” Angel is quick to correct. “Welcome to Fry’s-”
“Don't stop, that was fascinating, you’re the guy that was on the news, what were you saying?” The guy asked. And Angel looked around. At least two people had their phones out filming him. Well, shit. He looks at Nessie.
“You know what they say, the customer’s always right,” she says with a smirk. And he sighs because they both knew that was bullshit. But fine whatever. Beats having to actually do his job. If this made the customers happy and he didn't have to use his hands, great.
“Right okay, have you ever heard of the Missing 411?”
He tells Nessie and the group that grows by the minute about how people tended to disappear in isolated areas of the US, like National Parks. After getting nearly devoured by the thing and having the injuries to prove it, he could believe that just maybe the creature they took down could have easily survived hiding in the clouds. And it was possible that the one Emerald Haywood got a photo of might not be the only one.
And the people hung on his every fucking word. Eventually his boss broke it all up and told people if they didn't buy something they had to leave. But during his break his boss had told him that Angel could talk to customers, he had actually encouraged him to do so, but maybe keep it shorter. Take some pictures even. It was good publicity, especially with the whole theme. And Angel realizes why his boss had wanted him in despite the fact he couldn't do half his job. The fucking store theme and his mild fame. And shit, that pissed him off, but if it meant he kept his job and could help contribute to OJ and Em’s needs. Then fine, he would do it. Fuck he'd start a damn cameo and do stupid videos if he needed to. But that meant he was exhausted by the time he could head home.
He was surprised when an Uber driver had canceled his request but still took him all the way from Burbank to Agua Dulce. The only thing they asked was that Angel tell him the whole story. And take a few pictures so that the dude could brag about it on his social media for clout. He had the worst migraine he'd had since Jean Jacket spit him out. He damn near cried when OJ was waiting on the porch and didn't say a word. Just held open the door and then handed him some painkillers. He had hugged the guy for it. It went on like that for a few days. Always ending with him feeling more and more at home at Haywood Ranch. He only ever stopped by his own place to get stuff he needed.
It went well until one day where his boss had made a Facebook mention about him and a bunch of people came in wanting to talk. He was so done with the weirdness by the time his shift ended. The day only got weirder with the way Em kept making jokes about him and OJ being buddies. Most of the jokes made Angel's heart race and he kept looking down to hide the color in his cheeks. He was already gone on OJ Haywood. He didn't need Em rubbing it in. It was embarrassing.
Angel is pretty sure his brain short circuits when OJ pulls him into the living room after dinner and OJ takes his shirt off.
“What-OJ-why-what are you-” Angel stutters out. He wonders if this is some sort of fever dream because this couldn't be happening. Sure he'd had a few dreams about the guy. OJ was fucking built. So, of course he did. And they were bonded for life by what they survived. But he didn't expect this. He was so confused.
“OJ?” He tries to start again. Hoping OJ would explain. And Angel cannot believe his eyes when OJ takes off his undershirt. Angel blinks a few times to make sure he is actually seeing it. OJ’s got a soulmark, but not just any soulmark. He had one that matched Angel’s own mark. And his head spins because it already hurt to fucking breathe but now his brain is trying to process the fact that not only was the man he was in love with and had easily become his best friend his soulmate, but that soulmate had seen Angel’s mark everyday, multiple times a day, since he got released from the clinic. And that means OJ had to have known and he is only telling him now.
And as frustrating as all that might be. He can't stay mad at OJ. His heart breaks when OJ tries to explain. “I didn't…I didn't know how to tell you. Going through so much already, because of me, and then Em found out.” And Angel is moving without thinking. As OJ continues, “I didn't tell her but-”
Angel’s heart beats frantically as he kisses OJ, because how could he not? The man he had been willing to die for just days before was his soulmate and he was just the sweetest guy he's ever met.
“Idiots,” Em laughs. “I'm out of here, don't do anything stupid,” she tells them. Not even waiting to hear any sort of reply. The screen door snaps closed behind her as she laughs her way out.
“You're not mad?” OJ asks. And Angel huffs, a noise somewhere between a humorless laugh and a scoff.
“Nah, not like you did it out of malice or some shit. And I'm pretty sure that was the longest sentence you've ever said to me, so clearly you mean it.”
“I do,” OJ is quick to offer. “I had a plan.”
Angel can't help but laugh at that, because of fucking course OJ had a plan. Because OJ was amazing. And Angel has to know. So he asks, “Oh yeah? What was it?”
“Tell you once we both healed up, so you wouldn't have any obligation to stay or need me any-” And okay, that’s just so very fucking OJ. He was almost too practical for his own damn good. Angel pulls away and punches OJ’s shoulder. Not hard, more to make a point. But the way OJ looks at him with confusion does something to him, because this was Angel’s soulmate. And he fucking loved it. So Angel has to say something.
“Would've been waiting forever,” Angel tells him. “because even before the cuts and shit, pretty sure I needed you. Just didn't understand why. Now it makes a lot more sense.”
“Yeah, Em pointed out that wasn't a smart plan,” OJ says, rubbing at his neck now. And damn, that was a bashful move that made Angel feel butterflies. And Angel agrees with Emerald on that one. “No, it wasn't, but…” Angel’s pause has OJ looking back up at him as Angel closes the slight distance again. “I'm glad she did.” Angel can't resist. He reaches forward and gently traces his fingers over OJ’s mark. And it's the most beautiful thing he has ever felt. It's like lightning in his fingertips. And he understands now that all those strange feelings he had while OJ had helped him with his back, it wasn't just his injuries reacting. It was his body reacting to the fact his soulmate was touching him. And even through the bandages on his palm he can feel OJ’s heat as OJ flattens Angel’s hand on the mark. OJ’s palm making the skin on the back of Angel’s hand tingle. It was the most amazing feeling he'd ever felt. It eases some of the pain in him. It brings a smile to his face. He leans in without thinking. Overjoyed when OJ meets him halfway this time in a kiss. A kiss that makes Angel swoon. Because there is so much passion in it. It's like OJ is trying to tell him all the things Angel knows he wants to. And the slightly shorter man's heart flutters when OJ presses his forehead to Angel’s as he tries to catch his breath. Sure, Angel's bruised body was screaming at him to sit down. But he didn't actually care. He had his soulmate. And that nearly did his head in. He was fucking giddy. OJ was his soulmate and not only accepted him as he was. He felt the same way Angel did.
Angel has never felt this happy or loved. “You know you're really stuck with me now,” he tells his soulmate. “You thought I was hard to get rid of before…”
“You think I actually tried?” OJ counters.
“That’s…yeah, that tracks,” Angel finally understands the meaning of awestruck, because he feels it. “But I thought it was kind of obvious how even after saying I wasn't going back to the umbrella monster, yet I did. That I wasn't going anywhere without you. I mean I saw you in my clothes man, and that is seared in my brain now. Then you go and just start stripping in the living room. I-” his rambling was cut off when OJ’s lips silenced his. And fuck that was kind of hot. Like for real. But he has something he needs to say. He needs OJ to know that he would be nothing without him. “Don't think I could have survived that shit without you.”
“Me either,” OJ says, and his tone breaks something in the blonde. OJ’s true feelings shown through as he spoke, “Killed me to think Jean Jacket-”
And Angel didn't want him to keep suffering because they were both very much alive. He assures his soulmate by saying, “Ha, like you could get rid of me that easily,”
“Didn't try to,” OJ says. “Don't plan on it either.”
And Angel can't keep the smile off his face because damn, he loves this man. He wants to help OJ rebuild his soulmate's family legacy. Angel wants to spend the rest of his life in the middle of nowhere helping OJ tend his beloved horses. He wants nothing more than to see OJ smile at him every fucking day. And he planned on it. Because not even a violent and angry force of nature had been able to separate them and that was before they had a soulbond. They would be unstoppable with a soulbond.
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The missing 411 is a real thing. It's debated a lot, but it has to do with very real missing people, and here is a link to the Doe Network, a database of missing persons throughout North America and other parts of the world.
https://www.doenetwork.org/mp-geo-us-males.php
Here is ICMP: International Commission on Missing Persons
https://www.icmp.int/
My family recently got information on a Missing Member of our family. He wasn't a 411 case or anything. He actually went MIA during WWII. If you have a member of your family that went missing while in the military, here is the resource that we used.
And the FBI Kidnapped and Missing Persons page
https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/kidnap
https://www.projectrecover.org/family-shares-mia-research/
You never know when you can help someone. So please share these links. Or just look through them if you have time.
Real families can benefit from information you don't know you have.
Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this story.
#tw: blood#tw: injury#tw: wound tending#tw: wounds#tw: worry#tw: anxiety#tw: social anxiety#tw: violence#tw: missing persons#tw: missing people#tw: missing 411#angel torres x oj haywood#oj x angel#angel x oj#angel torres#oj haywood#torrwood
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Sure Looks Strange to Me I
You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.
WARNINGS: Mature, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, drug use (weed), death mention, suggestive language, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread
Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics
Part 1 Part 2
“Hey! I’m gonna need help setting these cameras up”
“Why can’t Nessie help?”
“Because she’s retail plus you’re the only other person who knows the system like I do”
“Come on Angel I’m off in 30 minutes” you reasoned. It’d been a long day of monotonous transactions and backroom stocking. There was nothing more you wanted to do than go home and get some much needed rest.
“Dude, stop being a crybaby and just help me out. You can write it off as overtime. Plus you’ve been talking about wanting the new AirPods” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, trying his hardest to sell you on this.
“Ew stop it” you laughed “let’s just get this over with” Angel shot you an appreciative smile as he exited the backroom. You followed behind your coworker turned best friend already counting down the minutes until you were back home and in bed.
After you helped Angel load the newly purchased camera system in the company owned van you two were off.
“…I mean she didn’t even call me after. Not even for the final closure fuck” Angel slammed his hand against the leather steering wheel. The two of you had been driving for almost an hour out to the Haywood ranch. Angel spent maybe 15 minutes of that talking about UFO’s and the rest of the time crying over his ex.
“Dude you complained about her every. day.” you loved your best friend but boy was he delusional. His tumultuous relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but happy. You silently wondered why he was grieving its end so hard. You looked to him — maybe he wasn’t delusional. Maybe he was just in love. What’s the difference anyway?
“Yeah but she was the one” he exclaimed once again “what great couple doesn’t go through shit. Look at Beyoncé and Jay-Z!”
“They’re millionaires! They can afford to be unhappy.”
“Ah you don’t get it” he grumbled gripping the steering wheel. After a beat of silence he turned to you and opened his mouth once again “do you think these guys are in a UFO hotspot?”
“What?” you turned from your phone looking at him incredulously “is that what they told you?”
“They didn’t tell me”
“Oh…”
“But they ‘told’ me alright”
“Dude.”
He clamped his mouth shut settling back in his seat.
“I don’t know I’ve got a feeling” he added “plus I trust them”
“Yeah me too could you turn the radio on?” you asked before stifling your laughter. He shot you a look that said ‘stop being mean to me’. You patted his shoulder in reassurance “love ya dude.”
“Yeah yeah” he quirked a smile “when we get abducted you won’t be laughing.” Angel never held grudges or took things too seriously. That’s probably why your friendship had lasted so long.
After a short stretch of silence he eventually began drumming his hands on the wheel to the song playing on the radio.
“You’re a strange animal…” he hummed “hey you remember this song? Gordy’s home theme song”
“What?“ you didn’t bother looking from your phone this time.
“Aw come on. You’re a strange animal that’s what I know” he excitedly continued “with Jupe from Kid Sheriff”
“I was born this century you know?”
“You’re just uncultured”
“Nobody remembers that show man” you laughed going back to your word scrabble app.
The two of you soon turned down a long stretch of dirt road. Down the long and winding pathway a sizable house peaked into view. It sat smack dab in the middle of a substantial piece of land.
“Okay, now be on the lookout for UFO’s” Angel muttered eyes to the sky. You quietly laughed at your friend remembering just how much you loved him and his quirks.
You and Angel had known each other since middle school. You both decided early on that the two of you were going to be glued at the hip. You just worked together. It made sense.
He was the first person you told about your sexuality. You half expected him to change or to say something weirdly sexual like most boys that age, but he only smiled. His freshmen face stretched around his newly acquired braces and with a simple sentence he whisked away all of your anxieties.
“Who do you think can kiss the most girls by the end of the year, you or me?”
It was history from there. He won by the way.
That memory was just a fading melody that echoed in the back of your mind from time to time. Your friendship had been through much more since then. From pointless fights to late night bonding. At some points the two of you spent so much time with each other that you couldn’t stand each other. Nonetheless you were like siblings in every sense of the word. You couldn’t live with him and you couldn’t live without him. You liked to think he felt the same about you.
As Angel unloaded the truck you were caught up staring up at a cloud that wasn’t moving. And no you weren’t bugging, the shit literally wasn’t moving. It was standing still amongst the other clouds, like a fixture.
“Imma pop out” you faintly heard behind you.
After a few more minutes you weren’t alone anymore.
“Like the view?”
You turned to the person who spoke. She smiled at you once you made eye contact.
“I uh” you turned back to the cloud before shaking your head and looking to the client “I apologize. Um yes its beautiful Ms. Haywood”
You took her soft hand in yours noting how firm her handshake was. She didn’t let you go as you you took a step down from the rock you’d been standing on.
“No need to apologize pretty lady” she quirked a smile at you “and Em is fine”.
You felt warm all over as her eyes trailed your movements. You looked to your hands surprised to see that they were still connected. You shyly pulled your hand back and flexed your fingers. They tingled — you already missed the warmth Em’s hand gave you.
“I better go help Angel”
“Dudes weird” she said with no real heat behind her words.
“Yeah but he’s my weirdo” You continued your walk towards Angel who was using the dolly to move the camera equipment inside the clients house. Mr. Haywood led the way.
“What’d you mean by that?” She asked stopping in her tracks.
You glanced behind you before eventually coming to a stop and turning fully towards her.
You took note of how she looked. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that showed off her legs. A bit of sweat was gathering at the collar of her Coyote top. You couldn’t help the feeling of fondness blossoming within you as you surveyed the sight before you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. Like calling the stranger who was also a client cute.
“Im sorry?”
She chuckled to herself taking a few steps towards you. You stayed put, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You thought you caught a glimpse of an object darting behind a cloud but Em’s voice brought you back down to earth.
“Is he your friend, boyfriend… life partner?”
It took you longer than you’d like to admit to catch her subtlety. It was so obvious now. Everything about her was calling out to you. Pulling you closer. You soon realized why she wanted to know the information so timely.
“Oh” you laughed nervously “he’s uh my friend”
“Just friends” she raised her eyebrows eyeing you from head to toe. The hot drag of her gaze down your body took your breath away. “that’s great news!”
“Why is that?” You coyly questioned, looking up at her from under your lashes.
“Because” she simply stated. Her knowing smile and charming eyes filled you with desire. Before you knew it she was turning away to walk to her truck.
“Because?” you called behind her not bothering to follow.
“Because I wanna be your friend too” she called back without turning around.
“Cryptic” you replied through a surprised laugh. She threw a peace sign behind her before hopping in the Haywood truck and driving away.
“Hey are you gonna keep flirting or help me with this?” Angel teased. His words didn’t deter you from longingly staring at the flying dust Em left behind.
“I wasn’t flirting” you retorted feeling your face heat up.
After installing the system Angel and Oj, who asked you to not call him Mr. Haywood, took to the grounds to adjust the cameras. You watched curiously from the computer room as the bright blue sky came into view. You hummed curiously wondering why Oj had you and your friend carry out the peculiar request.
There was that cloud again. In full view not moving an inch. You peered closer to the screen trying to see some form of movement. Anything to show that the cloud was real and you weren’t going crazy.
“Havin’ fun” you jumped out of your skin at the unexpected visitor. Whipping your head around a flutter of butterflies erupted in your belly as you seen the younger Haywood smiling at you.
“I uh sorry I was just making sure the cameras were set up correctly”
“Why are you apologizing” she chuckled stepping closer to you “it’s your job, no?”
“Uh yes it is my job” you scratched the back of your ear nervously turning back to the monitors. You heard her steps near you until she stood next to you.
“What’s up there?” You eventually asked turning to her. You were surprised to find her eyes already on you.
“Who knows” she finally ripped her gaze from you and to the monitors “but we gone find out”
You raised an eyebrow wondering if Angel wasn’t so crazy after all. What are the odds that these strangers are also looking up searching for more.
“Angel thinks you guys are in a ufo hot spot” you laughed but soon faltered when you realized she want joining in “holy shit are you guys?”
The younger Haywood laughed a bit before shrugging and looking back to the monitors. She squinted her eyes searching for something. You assumed she searched for what you were searching for.
You watched her. It was kind of hard not to. There was something about her. Something that piqued your interest. You wanted to bury your nose in her fluffy hair and inhale her scent. You wanted to kiss her soft neck and hear what sounds she made. You wanted to taste her lips. God did you want her lips. You drunk her in, staring at the long expansion of her neck when someone interrupted your fascinated stare.
“Hey it’s time to head out”
You turned to Angel who looked at you like he’d just caught you red handed. His teasing smile made your face heat up in embarrassment.
“Leaving already?” Em questioned turning back to you a frown on her face “that was quick”
You decided not to mention how it took about an hour to get everything set up. But she was gone for most of the set up so there was no real way she’d be able to know.
“She’ll take your number” Angel interjected, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. He ignored your hushed protests and handed your device (unlocked) to Em who chuckled at the two of you. You resisted the urge to sink to the floor as she winked at you.
“Thank you Angel” she smiled to you as she handed the phone back to him “I’ll be in touch”
“Sounds good” you squeaked before grabbing your phone and scurrying to the waiting van. Once inside you exhaled finally getting a good look at the newly acquired contact.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎
“Those guys are kinda dicks” Angel said once he closed his car door “if they don’t give me a good review Al is gonna be on my ass”
“Hey I’ve been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes. What took so long? Also, since when do you care what our manager thinks?”
“They needed help setting up a decoy for horse training or some shit” he shrugged pulling out of the driveway “and I care about what Al thinks since he threatened to fire me if I got one more bad review”
“You just talk too much” you snickered teasing him.
“What am I supposed to do? Sit there in silence and work?”
“Uh yes?”
“At least I’m not like you. Trying to get laid on the job”
“I was not”
“Dude you were looking at her like you wanted to go down on her”
“Jesus Christ angel”
“What?” He laughed narrowly dodging your playful shoulder slap “if it makes you feel any better she looked at you the exact same way”
“Well that’s good to know” you sarcastically retorted “I don’t even think she’s gonna text-“
Ding!
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘So when can I see your pretty self again?’
“Don’t tell me that’s the carpet muncher”
“Shut up” you landed your shoulder slap this time “are you even allowed to say that?”
“Hey!” he swerved a bit before straightening the van back up “also, yes my best friend is a lesbian I get a pass or two”
“She asked when can she see me again” you smiled down at your phone.
“Tell her tonight”
“No” you scoffed “I don’t wanna seem too desperate”
“But you are…” he raised an eyebrow to you.
“Look at the road dude” you sighed when he complied “I am ugh I don’t know”
“Just say tonight. It’s okay, she’s the one who text you first. Plus we left her house like 15 minutes ago. If anything it’s her that’s desperate”
“Okay okay okay” you worried your bottom lip as you hesitantly typed a reply.
You: ‘How about tonight?’
“If she thinks I’m a creep you’re dead”
“You’re awesome nobody will think you’re a creep” Angel promised.
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘Sounds good. Come over to mine?’
You: ‘See you after 7?’
Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘See you then 🤩’
You stayed mostly silent the rest of the car ride; occasionally cracking a joke with Angel or singing along to a song on the radio. Truthfully, you were in a daze.
It was strange actually. How could a girl you’d met an hour ago and who you exchanged barley 10 words with have you so hung up and nervous. There was something different about this one. Or maybe you were becoming delusional like Angel and his ex.
“Dude you are the worst when you have a crush” your best friend teased as you pulled back into Fry’s Electronics “you’ve been giving googly eyes to your phone since she text you”
“Do you think her strap is big?”
“Okay this conversation is over” he waved you off ignoring your delighted laughter.
You cursed quietly to yourself as you pulled up to the Haywood ranch. So many things rushed through your head. Anxiety had you strung tight, how long would it be before you snapped? You had the right to be anxious after all. You were in the middle of nowhere meeting up with a stranger who was probably going to kill you. You barley even thought this through. Why do pretty girls render you useless?
What if she’s a bad person? She could have lured many unsuspecting girls here. With her undeniable charm and convincing smile, she could’ve convinced you to do anything.
What if she thinks you’re a bad person? Or worse, boring. You placed your hand on the gearshift contemplating putting the car in reverse and hightailing it out of there, never to return. The generic jingle of your ringtone snapped you from your thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Don’t do it” Angel said without even greeting you.
“What are you talking about?” You took your hand from the gearshift and leaned back in your chair.
“I know you and I know you’re thinking about not going in right now”
“How did you know that?”
“Because I know you!”
“I can’t do this Angel” you confessed “I’m too nervous I don’t wanna embarrass myself”
“See now that’s literally impossible. You’d embarrass yourself by not walking in that house.” He was right. You hated when he was right. “Just talk to her about movies, you love movies”
“I don’t wanna talk her ear off.”
“It’s a first date who cares?”
“Date?” You shrieked “this is not a date!”
“You’re so bad at this.”
“I can’t do this, nah” you mulled over your choices: you can either go in and embarrass yourself or leave and embarrass yourself “Nope.”
“You didn’t even give yourself a chance” he offered “give yourself a chance”
“But what if it goes wrong”
“Let’s make a deal in 15 minutes I’ll call you and give you an excuse to leave if it’s going good just stay! Simple”
“Simple…” you nodded “okay yeah sounds good I’ll just do that” you took your keys out of the ignition “15 minutes Angel.”
“15 minutes and I’ll E.T phone home you”
You stopped your movements “you know you can just say phone home I know what the reference is”
“Of course you do…” your friends voice dipped out. The lights in your car dimmed until you were shrouded in darkness. You whipped your head around as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Something within you stirred, somehow you knew you weren’t safe in that moment. It felt almost like a centuries long instinct within you was rising up. Telling you to get out of there. You breathed out slowly searching for the newcomer, you were quickly realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. The warm glow from the house became more and more muted until darkness overtook the structure. The incessant low buzz of electricity was absent. The emptiness of the countryside made the ringing silence all the more noticeable.
You took a shaky breath as you gripped your keys, ignoring the sharp metal digging into your palms. The dirt beneath your feet sunk under your weight as you stepped out of your car and surveilled your surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but darkness.
After a beat the house began emitting a warm glow lighting the area enough for you to see Em standing on the porch.
You faintly felt the vibrations of your phone turning back on.
“I thought I heard somebody out here”
“The power went out?” You sauntered over to her taking in how cute she looked under the stars.
“Yeah it does that sometimes” she supplied before turning back to the house. You shook your head ridding your mind of the odd occurrence and stepped into the antique house behind Em. The two of you soon stood before a liquor cabinet “would you like a drink? I got bourbon, tequila, vodka…”
You eyed the wooden cabinet before you as Em grabbed a couple of glasses and ice.
“I don’t really drink” you hummed turning to the girl as she sat the glasses on the table.
“I got weed” she tried.
Your matched smiles led the two of you to standing in a random room upstairs listening to records with the window open.
She took a long drag before handing the joint to you. She eyed whatever it was outside of her window as you stared at a poster on her wall.
“That horse is just hard headed” she shook her head as she sucked her teeth “I just wanna know how that nigga got out”
“How many horses y’all got?”
“Shit I don’t know at this point. Oj dumbass stay selling my daddy’s horses”
Your gaze was kept on the poster showing a clip of their great great great grandfather on a horse. Em gave you the rundown of her family as she rolled the joint the two of you were smoking.
You were so distracted that you hadn’t realized your companion moving from the window to the space just behind you. You felt a comforting heat radiating from her body as she lightly pressed against the back of you. Her hand stretched past you and pointed to one of the frames.
“Allegedly this frame got fucked up, but they decided to keep it in” her breath brushed against your sensitive ears. She smelled like vanilla and cherries mixed with fresh wood and weed. You deeply inhaled letting her scent intoxicate you. You slowly turned around, words dying on your lips finding her closer than you expected. Her nose brushed against yours as her hands softly gripped your hips.
Her lips were as soft as they looked you realized once they covered yours. She breathed you in, pulling you closer than you were before. Your begging hands tangled in her fro as you repeated her movements and pulled her closer. Electricity surged down your body as she walked you back to the waiting bed. The two of you refused to pull away from each other as your back pressed against the cold plush linen. Your mouths continued moving against each other — soft wet tongues massaging the other. Her kiss was so passionate it felt as if she was stealing the oxygen from your body. But you weren’t complaining. She briefly pulled away, her chest heaving as she took you in.
“I’m sorry I just-“ she cut herself off pressing her mouth back against yours. Her skilled tongue slipped into your mouth once again, this time with more vigor. Your bodies pressed heatedly against each other as your heartbeats began drumming in tandem. You could taste her desperation you could feel her desperation as her hands began pulling your shirt up. Her warm hands lingered on your belly, she ran her finger tips across your warm skin. Butterflies fluttered in their wake. Her sensual touch dragged across your belly before moving up to your breast.
A melodic sound filtered through the air. It pulled you from the pleasure you were receiving but only for a second. Soon the sound was gone and you were plunged back into the promise land of bliss. She didn’t waste time going back to feeling every exposed part of you. Her hand slipped under your bralette. Warm fingers brushed against your nipples making them hard. A long awaited moan climbed up your throat. She smiled against your lips.
I smiled once again hearing your desperate moans fill the air. They sounded like music and I was prepared to listen to your song forever. You felt so right beneath me. Like you were meant to be there.
I couldn’t help myself from trailing my lips down to your waiting neck. Inhaling the sweet scent you gave me only made my panties grow wetter in anticipation. I resisted the urge to grind my hips down against yours. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t searching for some sort of relief. From the moment I saw you standing there staring off into the clouds I knew I had to be near you. I had to say something to you or I feared the moment would have passed me by.
My phone began ringing again. This time I groaned in frustration, pulling away from my honey suckle I put my phone to my ear.
“What?”
“There is a bug on camera 1”
“What?” I rolled my eyes as I realized what the peculiar tech guy meant “man I told you to stop watching our shit”
I stood up shooting an apologetic look to you. You only shook your head a bashful smile on your face. I watched as you sat up and straightened your shirt then you moved to fixing your hair. We’d only been kissing for 5 minutes and you already looked fucked out. I wanted to see how you’d look after I had my way with you. Showing you just how much I like you. Showing you how pretty you are to me.
“Yeah but camera two is out” he exclaimed nervously “like ancient fucking aliens out”
“Shit!” My heart dropped to my stomach as I sprinted out of the room only Oj on my mind.
You could only sit and watch as Em abruptly left the room phone in hand. You wanted to be angry but there was something in her voice that made an uneasy feeling stir in your body.
Staring out of the window you saw what looked like sand and dust falling from the sky… or being sucked up into it. No. That can’t be it.
You squinted your eyes trying to catch a better glimpse. Em’s vocie echoed from outside.
“OJ ITS IN THE CLOUDS” her urgency startled you “RUN OJ RUN!” She continued with renewed exclamation.
Fear circle your body as you watched Oj run away from something you couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it was big. It was angry and it was trying to suck Oj up into the sky.
You stood frozen watching the scene before you play out. Surely you had to be hallucinating. Were you simply sleep deprived. Was the weed you smoked laced with a foreign substance?
You didn’t have the chance to puzzle together what you were seeing because you were soon blacking out.
“Shit is she okay?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know I ain’t a doctor” Em brushed some of your hair back “first fine girl I get back to the ranch and this bullshit”
“We need to wake her up somehow” Oj’s gruff voice vibrates your ears.
“I’m gonna go get some wet towels”
A sharp pain shot through your head. Bright light poured into your retinas making a pain you never felt before rush through your head.
“Em come back she’s waking up”
“I’m coming I’m coming”
You groaned watching as 3 Oj’s changed to 2 then eventually 1. Em soon came into view. She dabbed your forehead with a cold wet towel.
“You okay pretty girl?” She frowned continuing her actions.
“Angel” you muttered.
“That’s cute she thinks I’m an angel” Em cooed, her eyes growing soft as she felt her heart melt.
“Angel” you groaned again still struggling to regain consciousness. Your phone was vibrating off the hook. No doubt it was Angel calling to check on you.
“I think she talkin’ about Angel”
“Oh.”
You dragged your phone from your back pocket and wearily dragged your finger across the screen to accept his call.
“Oh my god you’re alive!”
“Did you get that on film?” You croaked eager to see if your friend had also witnessed the spectacle.
“No. There was a fucking praying mantis!” He replied.
“Fuck.”
#idk if I’m gonna do another part this lowkey turned out longer than I wanted lol#i would’ve posted it 3 days ago but I keep adding and editing lol#this story kinda has more reader x angel#not intentionally I just love writing friends#i love a good bestie relationship in a fic idk do y’all?#i had to physically stop myself from editing this#Em Haywood#Emerald ‘Em’ Haywood#NOPE#Angel#OJ Haywood#NOPE spoilers#em haywood x reader#em haywood x fem!reader#black!fem!reader#keke palmer#I feel like she lurks so if you come across this gif I love you and I’m free on Saturday nights#i wasn’t gonna do part 2#but I realize that reader didn’t really go through a near death experience with em like the description says
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