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cloveroctobers · 9 months

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EM HAYWOOD — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: writing this quickly with a cold and before that vertigo has me spread out like Anderson Paak in that one music video lmao. This was meant to be out last month during pride but there is no limit to that sugar in your tank if you catch my drift! 😜 Also we’re always spreading love to THEE mother Keke so I thought why not? Hope ya’ll are still out there reading and it might be time for me to give NOPE another watch this summer! This is a mixture of fluff & humor mostly since the last one I wrote ages ago! really wasn’t that. Although I love a little spookiness too, otherwise I wouldn’t be called “Octobers” for nothing! You’ll find that out towards the end ❤️‍🔥

PROMPTS are from here & I’m using: “i know it’s hot but we have to go grocery shopping, get up...” + “roll the windows up, I’m about to put the AC on.”

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The sleep was hitting okay!

Especially when it took forever to get comfortable in this new home and you were managing the electric bill. Emerald was used to the heat SoCal would bring growing up in Agua Dulce but moving out to Lancaster? That dirt was bringing up a different type of heat—despite being only twenty something minutes away! But she didn’t mind spending the extra money so that the both of you could be comfortable.

With the way inflation is set up and companies are increasing everything every month just because they felt like that was the answer to their problems was a problem. You weren’t having it and settled on opening windows and fans majority of the time while Emerald let it slide…except for today.

You’re sleeping on your stomach, cheek pressed into a pillow made for hotels, covers a tangled web over your now room temp body as you rest peacefully. Which was a contrast to what started at the beginning of the hot uncomfortable night, you were home alone dressed in nothing but a oversized white t-shirt and Em was hanging out at the ranch with OJ and Angel. The invitation was always open for you to join but you needed to get some last minute things done for work, so you stayed behind to meet that deadline.

It was funny how that worked out, you being a digital journalist who fell in love with a charming woman, who went through a unexplainable experience that is still talked about to this point in time. If you thought Emerald Haywood was a talker, then that made you a believer and combined? That made the both of you a invested duo.

You thought you had it all figured out, since the trio received a nice “settlement” if that’s what you want to call it—once the higher ups were involved but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to put in the effort towards this home. Em’s name maybe on the deed and she wanted you to live with her but you’re the piece that made this feel like home.

Emerald’s dreams were always big and bright, she had no issue being a hustler but with you by her side you had to level her out just a bit and so she wouldn’t get too crazy when it came to home shopping. Sure house shopping was actually kind of fun; you personally didn’t think too much about it before, since you were still scrapping for money once living underneath your elementary school teacher mother’s home. It was just the two of you since your brother moved off to Texas with his girlfriend; that your mother didn’t particularly like but respected that her eldest wanted to start a new chapter elsewhere.

She just didn’t expect her daughter to go off and do the same thing a year later. Your mother tended to be harder on you than she was on your older brother but you stemmed that as your mother being dependent on you. Relax! Y’all were finally in therapy working that out and it definitely wasn’t with the help of Em’s ex, that would be a huge red flag.

So yeah there was some things going on along with some heat? You were going to do everything in your power to ease that electricity bill. Even if a nagging throbbing headache started to occur? Ice packs were in your reach for your dear forehead and back of your neck. If the walls were getting sticky? Put the fans on blast and rotate and open up those large windows to allow some fresh air in. You had it figured out and definitely was known as the DIY queen.

Emerald was staring down at you adoringly, kiss going right to the side of your neck before she lightly shook your shoulder, “wakey wakey, baby.”

You huffed, keeping your eyes closed, normally Emerald was the heavy sleeper but for some reason she wanted to be up and at ‘em, “huh?”

“We got things to do.”

“…like?” You croaked, knowing you needed some water soon.

“Plenty. First we need to get more gas and fill up the portable tanks, then we need to pick up Bam Cooke and Cathaway.” Emerald started counting your to-do list as she began pacing beside your side of the bed.

You honestly forgot your mom had your dog and cat (they were named after some soulful legendary singers, name creds completely go to emerald for this one!) for the weekend.

Peeking over at your nightstand you squinted trying to see the time and settled on snatching your phone instead.

8:56am.

Unlocking your phone you checked the weather and sighed, “there’s also a heat advisory today and tomorrow.”

“Girl what else is new? We also need to eat. I know it’s hot but we have to go grocery shopping, get up.” Emerald stated with her hands digging into hips, after she just yanked the curtains open to reveal the sunlight.

Slapping a slighty damp arm over your eyes after resting your phone back on the night stand, you exhaled, “can’t we just do a delivery service?”

“Yeah, we can. But you’ve been cooped up in this house for who knows how long. Like when’s the last time you’ve been to the office or been interacting with people?”

You’ve interacted with plenty people! That’s the perks of working remotely, you chatted only when necessary—although that also started to feel like a ghost town? Ghost server? it was still enough socializing for you with a employer that was basically a chatty Kathy that loved video calls and phone calls that could go on for hours every other day.

“Interacting with you and my mom is more than enough,” you mumbled, “plus we still have to get this house together, things are still in boxes, and we’re still waiting on backordered items.”

Emerald scoffed with a fan of her hand, “we’ll worry about that in due time! There’s no timeline to when this place has to be together, it’s about what we make of it.”

Which didn’t stop her from having a house warming with her group of close friends and your best friend. You wouldn’t have minded if it was just family but having friends over when the decor wasn’t even in the state was a little annoying. However emerald was open to sharing with everybody, her success was basically everyone’s success, although you tried to hint that one of her friends out of the group seemed to be moving a little funny after Emerald came into that money.

True tea.

You repeated after a yawn, “Grocery shopping?”

Emerald nodded as she approached the bed in her bra, brief’s, and rodded hair. She then climbed up onto the bed, standing over you as she lightly sang, “oooowoaaahyeaaah!”

Snorting you teased with some snaps, “Okay, Hannah.”

Winking, Em spun off the bed as you pushed up onto your elbows, “you need help taking your rollers out?”

“I got it, baby, thank you.” Emerald called out as she entered the bathroom, “you can help me pick it out though…never mind yo ass is heavy handed.”

“Compared to who?”

“Me myself and I.”

You rolled your eyes as you tossed the covers back, reaching for your tumbler so you can down some water, before joining your girlfriend in the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Now…drives to the grocery store was just as if you were in the south. This you knew since you were originally from North Carolina but finished your senior year and attended college in California. Emerald was always in the driver’s seat out of your relationship but it was amplified with the new car y’all were leasing. You offered to get out and pump the gas along with refilling the extra jugs, leaving Emerald to sit sideways, checking social media while her elbows dug into her knees with the door wide open, legs begging for some air since…you guessed it! wouldn’t drive with the AC on either.

Gas stations were never far from the house living in Lancaster but going to the grocery store? That required at least a thirty-five minute drive on the highway and there was a accident, which was taking this little outing much more time than usual.

Emerald was getting impatient while you sat with your legs up on the dash of your Honda sport, hands throw up and locked behind the headrest while you gently nodded your head along to the Afrobeat mix.

The side eye game was strong as Emerald peeked over at you, completely at ease in this weather. Yeah she should be used to this weather and normally she is but with a heat wave with barely a breeze brought on some agitation for real.

Sitting bumper to bumper, tumblers of water in the cup holders, heat rays roasting the brown on Emerald’s hands and arms, and the drip of sweat sliding down the back of her neck towards her back was enough for Emerald’s Patience to wear very thin. With one hand on wheel and the other shooting out to mess with the knobs and buttons on the dash, caught your attention.

“roll the windows up, I’m about to put the AC on.” Emerald started before sitting up straight and glanced over her shoulder, “I’m also about to float this motherfucker.”

Your eyes went wide after cautiously rolling your window up and latching onto the door before Emerald whipped the car out of the slow lane, now flying down the emergency lane towards the next exit, quickly influencing some cars to follow right behind.

You breathed, “Excuse me, Samuel L. Jackson.”

“You ain’t know? That’s my uncle.” Emerald curled her lips into a smile, proud of herself before increasing the volume of the music by the steering wheel.

Shaking your head, you lowered your feet onto the floor, stretching before sitting up on the passenger side. You were already comfy before but now you had to reach into the backseat to reach for your crochet blanket you made last winter to toss over your bare thighs.

“Sorry but we’ve been inside the house with no AC during ninety degree weather and there ain’t no type of breeze outside! If we’re gonna be outside, we need to survive.” Emerald claimed as she paused at the stop sign before turning right.

You shrugged, “We got a full tank now so it’s whatever.”

Emerald hummed at this before holding her hand out to rest on top of your blanket, “Guess that means now we can be cute and hold hands without being sweaty.”

“Uh uh, both hands on the wheel Ms. Float this muthafucka.”

A laugh bubbled out of Emerald’s lips at this, “Fine, if that’s how you wanna do me.”

“Safety first,” you raised one finger in the air before pushing your glasses up the bridge of your oily nose.

“You right, can’t have nothing interfering with my baby and I.”

“That’s riiiight.”

“Oooh, alto.”

You laughed.

Eventually the both of you made it to the grocery store after eleven, the parking lot wasn’t packed but had a nice little crowd filling the area.

“Good, now we can use the corporations’ air instead, knowing they’re about to sell us some overpriced eggs.” Emerald told you as you walked the aisle, making a elderly woman glance at you two.

You laughed, watching as the woman slowly smiled at your conversation before carrying on. Emerald was pushing the carriage and you were rotating between hanging onto the crook of her arm and holding onto the side of the carriage.

“That’s my girl.” You praised as Emerald pointed at you.

Stopping at the vegetables section, you bounced up on your toes as you noticed the organic section up ahead, “Ooh, I see that tangerine juice we like. Let me grab that before there’s none left.”

“Yes please do! I’m gonna get into these bell peppers and zucchini.”

“Alright,” you tapped the carriage before departing.

Folding your arms and humming to the soft 80s jams the store played, you took your time heading over to the organic section, briefly glancing at the other sections before getting to the main one that sparked your interest. Standing in front of the mid-sized section, you scanned the various of drinks and decided on three main ones.

First you picked up the tangerine juice, tucking it underneath your arm, some kombucha that people were raving about on tiktok, and finally when you reached for the small bottle of pomegranate juice, you paused as another hand was reaching for the same thing.

“Oh,” the voice says, making you turn to them.

Hey listen, normally you weren’t the type to say much on anyone’s appearance but the woman with the sun hat and wicked smile made you feel some type of way. Her green eyes were large, almost too large that they looked too big for her tight pinched face. Her ears were also pointed and stuck out from her long frizzy jet black hair, lots of teeth, thin barely there brows, and pale skin the color of powder.

“Looks like there’s only one left of the little ones.” The woman spoke, taking note that your eyes went to the four large bottles to the right of the smaller bottle.

“Mhm.”

The woman’s eyes almost widened as she said, “A little goes a long way, don’t you think?”

“Sure does. My mimi—my grandmother, used to have a pomegranate tree. Learned to love them from a young age.”

“How wonderful,” the woman commented, “I sense southern roots…where about? Princeville?”

You halted and pushed your glasses further up the bridge of your nose at that. You knew your history regardless of being a journalist or not but this didn’t feel like good ‘ol southern chat with this woman. It felt invasive and unsettling.

Clearing your throat, you pulled on the top of the bottle, weighing the juices in your arms as the woman cradled the basket that held small amounts of pink petals that grew from the lengthy green leaves and stems. Almost as if she pulled the shrubs up herself, which you noticed she had lace gloves covering her hands. You’ve never seen flowers like those and planned on picking up some here later but there was a feeling in your gut telling you otherwise.

“A much bigger city,” you responded with a small smile, “my family leaves their mark wherever they go. We tend to be active in many communities. Excuse me, I have to get back to shopping.”

The woman kept a smile on her face as you talked, not blinking once as you conversed. She turned while you walked by her before she called out to you, “Yes, Miss. we all have to finish our deeds before God pours the storm on us. You should enjoy that juice to ease his suffering and return.”

You didn’t grant the woman a word or a glance as you sped-walked back to Em who also happened to be chatting with a bald buff man. You caught their attention as you placed the items back into the carriage, almost roughly.

“Hey baby, this is my new friend, Duncan. He listens to Angel and I’s podcast…matter of fact, why don’t you snap a pic on our phones so I can send it to him and our socials?”

“Really? Oh no. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Oh please! Anybody that’s a supporter of mine, can get something as simple as a conversation and a picture. Don’t be shy on me now, Duncan!”

The man grinned as he cautiously held out his phone to you, “Only if you don’t mind?”

This was nothing new.

Ever since operation nope hit the internet and radio stations, people were intrigued to know the people who took it on. You didn’t feel any sort of way when people would come up to Emerald, you admired how she handled herself with grace, chatting with people with ease as they inquired about the what and the how.

Although she was advised not to speak much on it, with hush money, her and Angel still touched on some of it on their supernatural podcast: UNO U KNOW U.F.NO! Yes it was lengthy title that was abbreviated when you search for it but it makes sense if you’re observant and think about it. The listeners that get it, get it and those that don’t?

They don’t listen.

You seemed to be on autopilot, taking the phones as you snapped a few pictures, which Duncan thanks you two for before the both of you carried on shopping. You didn’t see the woman around anymore and that still didn’t make you feel alright.

“Can we hurry out of this section, em?”

“Yeah sure,” Emerald responded as she finished up some texts before shoving her phone into her back pocket, “we only need some fruits then we can head out into the main aisles.”

“I think we’ll be fine with frozen fruits, we don’t eat the fresh ones fast enough.”

“Speak for yourself, there’s nothing wrong with stocking up.” Em leaned on the carriage as she pushed forward, “don’t worry about a thing, I’m buying.”

Quietly you responded, “okay,” eyes still searching the area around you.

Emerald raises her brows at this, stopping in front of the pineapples, “…you okay? Is The AC making your head hurt again or something? Usually you’re all up for debating on who wants to pay.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” a look of uncertainty passed on Emerald’s face as she wrapped the pineapple in a plastic bag for protection before placing it into the carriage.

The tension in your shoulders almost faltered as the both of you went through the main floor, breezing through two aisles until you got to the third one. You stood in front of the carriage while Em voiced her complaints on oat milk and coconut milk. She had her back to the opposite end of the aisle while from your peripheral you saw a flash of black.

Turning your head, you glanced out the aisle and saw no one for awhile before a customer walked by with a carriage.

“I mean I don’t even care for oat milk like that, I think it messes with my stomach. Almond milk ain’t all that and coconut milk is only good for certain meals…wait a damn minute they got rice milk? How do they do that?!” Emerald browsed the milks in awe.

It was when you turned back, you saw her. She was walking by the aisle, raising a few fingers to wave at you, sickening smile planted on her lips, except her green large eyes were almost see-through, a silver tone that flashes as she went by.

Hell. nawl.

Leaving the carriage behind, you backed up in the other direction and took off into a sprint.

“Aries?” Em called out to you.

However you didn’t look back until your back was pressed up against the car. Emerald was only seconds behind you, hands on her knees as she finally caught up to you.

“…what…the…hell…was that? you never told me you were a track star?!”

You pulled yourself from the heat of the car that seeped through the thin material of your shirt and yanked on the car door handle. Emerald was completely confused but something was clearly going on as she rested a hand on your waist.

“Hey, tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed, “There’s a shapeshifter or some shit in there that’s been following me—or us around!”

“Say what now?” The look of seriousness washed over Emerald’s features as she let go of you to start patting herself for the keys.

You nodded your head, not showing a ounce of humor on your own face and Emerald knew she had to ask questions later. Unlocking the doors, you threw yourself inside, waiting for Emerald to jog around the car to get into the driver’s side. She locked the doors and stuck the key in the ignition as specs of rain began to platter against the window shield.

Before she could turn the key, the both of you turned to the right parking space to see a yellow Volkswagen beetle pulling up beside you with their window down. It was the same woman with the bow sun hat, smiling and her eyes flickering silver like a coin about to be spun in circles, just watching you two before she sped off.

That action alone made your glasses fog up more than the humidity outside.

You sank into your seat, ripping your glasses from your face, other hand holding onto the strap of the seatbelt as you croaked out, “Did you see that?”

“Uh uh. And I don’t want no damn parts,” Emerald stated as she started the car, putting it in reverse not bothering to use the back up camera this time, “Let’s get the hell up outta here and call OJ.”

You pulled out your own phone with shaky hands as Emerald led the both of you in the opposite direction. As the phone rang on the Bluetooth, Emerald reached out to grip your hand in her’s.

The touch was comforting enough but you couldn’t help but to think:

Here we go again.

However it was round one for you and round two for Em but with the warmth of her hand in yours, maybe you’ll make it out just fine with her by your side.

Or you could both simply ignore this?

Yeah…

Right.

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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idk of u write for nope (or wlw) but i was wondering of u could make a em x fem or gn reader possibly and potentially thanks mate🙏🏾🙏🏾

em haywood x f! Reader | Oct./ fall prompts!

A/N: spooky szn aint over until I say it is! ☝🏾 Also you didn’t ask for anything specific so this was also a excuse to do whatever lol. & again I know you’re one of the ones who asked for a request awhile ago but…it’s finally here! Also reader is always written with black OR POC in mind unless otherwise stated.

Setting: body freezers + Scenarios — waking up in a random room with no idea who/where/why/how you got there

WARNINGS : mentions of sexual situations, medical problems? + corpses? & language ofc if you’re sensitive to that kind of thing.

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The day you were presumed dead completely shattered Emerald Haywood. Losing people that mattered was actually hard for her but she hardly showed it and learned how to push it down. Although the new found fame to the defeat of Jean Jacket gained immense attention from all sorts of strangers, conspiracy theorist, and interviewers…emerald was a star and knew how to put her pain to the side for the cameras.

With great risks came a reward they say but at what cost?

Emerald remembered the night before as any other. She didn’t want to be wrapped up in some routine like her brother was but somehow with the spotlight on her and still being in front of the lights? That couldn’t be helped. Life changed at a instant once those pictures were handed over to the secret service with a solid price.

She had left the bar hanging out with Angel, his new fake ass girlfriend, and friends of their’s that weren’t really their friends. She was lit off the henny that wasn’t nearly as moving as the bottles in her father’s liquor cabinet but it was enough for her deal with these people. Emerald originally had a therapy session with her new therapist across town but found herself walking a few blocks over to her old one.

She was on FaceTime with OJ, which still stumped her that he upgraded to a smartphone, as she made her journey safely to the familiar building. She had snuck out on Angel, growing bored of the lifestyle for the night and knew she would wake up to some texts of him panicking about her whereabouts… but she just had to get up out of there.

The fast life was not all that it seemed and Emerald was a emotional drunk opposed to her charming and boisterous personality. The tears were in her throat as she rambled to OJ who easily tuned into whatever she was going on about at the time.

“I just really miss her man,” Emerald sniffed as she stopped in front of the building to see that there was one light still on at the office, “and I wish she was still here. She should still be here.”

“Mm,” OJ responded into the night, “then why are you Jakira’s office, em?”

Emerald snorted up her tears, straightening up as she roughly wiped the tears from her damp lashes, “Otis can’t you see I’m healing?! You don’t hear me say nothing about your bad habits.”

“Continuing to sleep around with your old therapist isn’t healing.” OJ replied in his usual monotone voice, blinking slowly as he did so.

“Well,” Emerald hiccuped, “she’s into sex therapy now so that’s got to count for something right?!”

OJ just stared at his sister, his large relaxed eyes said all that he thought and she knew it. OJ was the older brother and he had no issue analyzing anyone, especially his little sister. For as long as they’ve been siblings he always knew that Emerald deflected heavy emotions. It started with the lost of their mother, she found better things to get tied into which meant separating from their father, OJ, and the horses. Emerald didn’t like to feel left out so she strived to be front and center in other ways, then adding the lost of their father happened and Emerald began her search and desire to be something more.

THEN…she lost you.

Really lost you and although she never took what she had with you (romantically) seriously, she never thought you could just disappear like that.

You came into her life at a time she got into a usual disagreement with her ex/therapist. Jakira was growing tired of Emerald’s games and just wished she would finally move on, kicked her out of the office and you as a Uber driver picked Emerald up. What started out as a simple drive to the Haywood ranch (the place emerald always found herself at when she was highly upset) turned into a friendship that mattered. You were the complete opposite from Emerald, much like her sibling in demeanor—but shy versus quiet.

Emerald sparked the conversation, almost seeking a bit of therapy from you for a short moment, which she normally didn’t do to complete strangers. Dumping her trauma onto randoms was not her thing, it was more of Angel’s but granted she was high and wondering. It was easy conversation as Emerald used her vape before questioning if that was cool with you and you told her you actually had heart troubles but if the both of you rolled the window down, it should be fine. She didn’t take that shit lightly even with your politeness, actually scolding you a bit about that as she did not want to be responsible for messing anything up that you had going on. You seemed real sweet to her trying to make her comfortable with you shrugging it off and once you used a playlist of your own on the drive? Emerald heavily fucked with it to soothe her sorrows instead of the vape.

She learned more about you in those thirty minutes than you did of her. She learned you hid behind the shadows but had a excellent ear for music (a college student studying music in fact!), while you were cousins but raised as sibs to this dude that used to be on some sitcom in the 90s, you also didn’t have a average name, and your scent was radiant just from the backseat. Emerald couldn’t help but to wonder if you tasted even better but bit that thought away, as she watched the city vanish.

As cliche as it was, there wasn’t a day that goes by that she didn’t think about you. Unsolved Mysteries never sat right with Emerald although she was deeply into them, trying to crack the case herself…she never expected you to become part of that. You never cared for watching those; the thought often kept you up at night and settled on having headphones covering your ears as you vibed out to your own music taste with your eyes closed, hand toying with Emerald’s coils and lounging side by side every Sunday evening; keeping each other company. Not after everything you went through together with “project nope,” “operation: Jean jacket,” or whatever the hell the secret service had this whole ordeal filed under, she just never expected it to happen to you.

It hurt more than anything because you just wanted to continue your life the way it once was (much like OJ) despite you losing Jupe, his wife, and kids. Emerald hoped defeating Jean jacket would bring you closer but you didn’t care for the fame or fortune, you just wanted emerald.

You always did but Emerald Haywood always had her eyes on the next best thing and it had to take you disappearing for her to realize you could be that.

Funny how that works right?

Emerald let her emotions get the best of her that night. She knew OJ was right but it’s not like she ever wanted to hear that. So she abruptly ended the call with a growl and marched herself right upstairs to have her head back in between Jakira’s thighs.

Hours later with Emerald collecting her things and making her exit first, she jogged down the steps far from the strawberry blonde and as soon as she was out the door? Nothing else could be explained.

Like why she was waking up on the cold floor with her nostrils burning and a bump on the back of her head? Her throat was dry as she groaned, gingerly touching her head as she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her vision was blurred for awhile before it rested on the long room she was in. It took seconds before they settled on two bodies laying not too far away from where Emerald lay.

She scrambled to her feet, wincing as she continued, holding onto her head before she got to her brother who was resting on his back.

“OJ!” Emerald crouched beside the dark skinned man, who remained with his eyes closed and dried blood in his nostril, “come on, wake up!”

She shook him then began whacking against his shoulder points. He took a sharp inhale, his eyes snapping open, searching before he sat up abruptly, his cap falling from his head.

“Hey, you’re okay!” Emerald told the man, gripping his shoulders as he looked around in bewilderment.

He was just as confused as she was.

“Em?” He questioned still looking around before his eyes settled on Angel who was laying on his side facing them, he nudged her to go to him before he found himself rubbing at the soreness in his wrists, “How’d we get here?”

Emerald shook Angel about just like she did her brother, soon her hands were slapping against Angel’s Olive-skinned face to get him to wake. “The hell if I know! I was just leaving my very appetizing appointment and the next thing I know? I’m here with you two.”

“I’m not feelin’ this.” OJ huffed as his eyes settled on the steel cabinets in front of him.

Emerald was too focused on getting her dear friend to wake that she did not realize what OJ had his attention on. He was zeroed in on what was exactly in front of him and slowly got to his feet.

Angel jumped up with a gasp, almost knocking his head against Emerald’s if she didn’t dodge him in time. He was panting as he held onto his own throat then settled on Emerald’s brown eyes. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned against Emerald, who carefully settled him with a light pat on the back of his head.

“This maybe a wild question for you,” Emerald started, “do you remember how you got here?”

Angel leaned back from Emerald. His own eyes glanced elsewhere as he was in deep thought about it, “I-I don’t. I just remember being at the bar with everyone, you were gone, and I went off to the bathroom and the next thing I know I’m waking up here with you guys.”

“The first rule of survival is to never separate from the group,” Emerald softly scolded her friend who widened his eyes, “you know this, man!”

“Speak for yourself! You left and didn’t say a damn word! And now look at you.” Angel defended, while Emerald pushed out her lips but not without mocking the dark haired boy with a wiggle of her head.

She was glad he got rid of that god-awful bleached hair.

“YO!” OJ whistled at the two, who thought bickering was the best option right now.

Emerald snapped her head over to her brother who stood closest to the steel cabinets. Her breathing hitched as it sounded like something was clinking from inside of it.

“The hell was that?!” Angel yelled, just to be shushed by the Haywood siblings.

OJ held his hand out to further silence him, tilting his head so that he was in better earshot. The noise continued but sounded harder as if the screws that helped keep the cabinet shut would break at any given moment.

“2C5:15.” OJ whispered more to himself as he made out the scratched numbers and letter right at the center across from the handle.

Emerald kept her brows furrowed, eyes locked on the cabinet as it was on the tip of her tongue to question what her brother was seeing but the words got stuck in her throat.

That didn’t stop Angel however.

“Um…before any of you opened your eyes did you hear…screams…and feel…trapped like stuck inside of something?” Angel’s voice wavered as the knocking continued.

Emerald jumped to her feet. Her eyes looking around the room in search of a exit because whatever was trying to come out, she did not want to stick around and find out. She barely even registered what Angel was saying out loud to them right now.

She indeed felt the suffocation in the brief moments of her awakening but Emerald did not want to dwell on that any further.

OJ answered, “mmhm.” Was his simple answer, furthering stepping back and over to where they stood.

Emerald continued to look for a way out while OJ kept his eyes on the cabinet and Angel tried to wrap his head around what was happening. It didn’t take long before the knob was lifting but not without the others deciding to the do same.

“Not uh! Are those body freezers!? Are we in a damn morgue right now?!” Emerald felt her lips curling in fear as she almost stepped back onto Angel’s hand.

Each one slid open with a empty tray except one.

The main one that happened to be making all of the noise.

The main and the only one that had something etched into it.

It felt as each member that was locked in this cold gray room felt their breathing stop in that moment. All eyes watched in horror as the last steel refrigerator right in the middle slid open but with a body inside of it.

“Nope. Mm mm.” OJ side stepped the two, knowing they would follow as he kept his watch but wanted to get closer to the door.

Angel was not far behind, hopping up in a instant yet Emerald found herself unable to move. She stood there frozen, feeling a tug in her own chest that felt almost trance-like as she took cautious steps towards the bare colorless feet.

The feet seemed to be spasming upwards with a tag attached to the big toe while the rest of the body stayed completely still. With shuddering breath, Emerald found herself swallowing as her eyes settled on the black writing attached to the big toe.

“Em!” OJ hissed at his sister’s unbelievable actions.

Her hand went up in the air, silencing the man as her eyes went into slits trying to read the words.

Name of deceased: Sonnet Park

Which almost sent Emerald to her knees if she didn’t grab the sides of the tray. A wobbly sob escaped her lips while OJ and Angel stared on in uncertainty. Emerald didn’t want to believe it not after all this time, she knew it was a possibility given that it has been over a year since they all got rid of Jean jacket. It wasn’t long after that Emerald rose to fame; a month later you went missing.

Here you were at last and your feet were no longer spasming at the sound of Emerald’s cries.

“Emerald!” Angel screamed, watching the body of Sonnet lift forward as if you were on your Michael Myers type shit.

Anxiously Emerald lifted her head to see you—the unalive version of you? The corpse’s bride you? Yeah that was kinda wrong but hey anything to keep a girl coping right? Sitting upright, hand over your chest where your heart should be, holding the sheet to your naked frame.

That sent emerald right on her ass as she looked up at you. You held your other hand out looking at the lost of melanin on your now gray skin before you touched your face. It felt cold and lost of moisture, leaving you to only imagine what you looked like to your old flame.

A frown sat in between your brows as your eyes zoomed in on a very frightened now burgundy haired, long curly fro wearing woman, “…em? Where…?”

“Sonnet baby,” Emerald took her time getting to her feet no longer sure what was going on and what she was feeling in this time, “I think you’re dead.”

Rapidly blinking you pressed harder to your chest, not finding a heartbeat. Next your pupil-less eyes went down to the tag that was attached to your toe and you fought to kick it off with your other big toe, the paper falling softly to the floor.

Emerald exhaled, eyeing the tag and then the two shook men by the door who were failing to get it open.

“I don’t—I don’t understand.”

“Well, what do you remember?!” Angel screamed, “‘cause all I remember is being swallowed whole like—

“Jupe, everybody at the claim, and holst’s lost footage confirmed.” You trailed off in thought as Em actually got closer to you.

With shaky hands, her hand moved to place against your covered thigh in comfort. Sure you may look dead but at least you still smelled like your normal self? A inviting smell of pink peppercorn that made Em want to be near you more than ever, like it was her first time meeting you all over again but obviously different. Could this be true? How were you here with them all right now? She didn’t dare question why because she missed you, needed you here with her.

“I can’t remember a single got damn thing,” you slammed your hands against the the tray in frustration, leaving the towel to slip from around your chest.

Angel let out a cough followed by a swift turn to face the door with OJ doing the same motion. Em got a glimpse of the new marks on your body, gaining the idea that a autopsy was performed before pulling the sheet back up and holding it to your body. The longer Em pressed into you, she picked up that the color was returning back to your body.

Making a silent revelation about this, Em glanced down your thigh towards your lower legs to see the gray was filling in with your normal shade.

“It’s okay—don’t even trip—we’ll figure it all out.” Em stammered with her words, not really believing it herself as she began shuffling herself out of her puffer jacket, “let’s get you down, you’re coming with us.”

“Huh? You sure about that?” Angel asked, “‘cause I’m not.”

“Shut, Angel. Sonnet is our girl, we can’t just keep her here like they, whoever they are! been doing.” Em steadied you as you tried to get used to your feet again, then she got you into her jacket and over the sheet she made into a makeshift dress for you.

Angel looked to OJ for some answers and honestly he didn’t have many. This whole predicament didnt make the slightest bit of sense but when has any of their lives made sense lately? They’ve exactly been through so many changes in the last year that you all adapted in your own ways. And as OJ watched Em tend to you with such care, he knew this wasn’t up for debate.

He spotted a single camera up in the corner of the room awhile ago and that was probably part of the answer to what was going on.

First, it started with you.

“Come on, let’s roll.” OJ nudged the two over with his head, making Angel peer up at him incredulously.

Em kept her eyes on you as your color settled in spots the longer she touched you. Her hands rested on your shoulders as you stared down, your mind the most scrambled.

“Hey,” Em tried to catch your eye with her hands slipping down to grab your freezing fingertips, watching in awe as they changed tones before meeting your eyes, “nobody is fucking with us, remember? They tried once before and now we just have to remind them we’re not the ones to be toyed with.”

“Yeah,” you weakly smiled giving the girl a small squeeze from your hands.

“Not uh. Now what was that? Say it with your chest, I know you got it in you!” Em rocked her shoulders forward, looking for a genuine smile in spite of the clusterfuck you were all receiving.

Taking a deep inhale with a close of your eyes, you squeezed harder against Emerald’s hands feeling her heartbeat pulse against your fingertips. Which was all the courage you needed as you shouted, “they can’t fuck with us!”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby!” Em bounced on her toes, “let’s show ‘em, together.”

“Forever.” You replied with a dip of your head.

Em caressed your face, happy to see yourself resurfacing again as she pulled your arm forward to lead the way. She was at your heels but not without plucking up the tag to shove into her carpenter pants pocket on her way by.

Angel wasn’t convinced but that didn’t stop him from carefully patting your shoulder as OJ managed to get the door open but not solely by the hands of his own. He was the first to peek out into what led to a dark hallway illuminated by red lighting against the walls.

This didn’t help the feeling crawling in his stomach but he knew staying in the morgue did not seem like the best choice. They all needed answers as they began gradually piling out of the room, which now beeped with a red light on its hallway camera.

The four stood in the center of the hallway, glancing left then right with Em holding onto your hand.

“Should we flip a coin?” Angel held his hands out sheepishly while Em gave him a flat look.

OJ and Sonnet did not provide feedback as a baritone voice crackled through a speaker; over the instrumental of a spiritual tune.

“And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.” A voice stated.

At those words Sonnet was the first to feel her body lift off the floor with a unknown force and her back began to bend backwards with a sickening crack sound. A scream ripped through her lips as Em tried to keep her hold on Sonnet but was ripped away from the girl herself.

Emerald slid to the side by her feet, her back slamming against the wall as she heard the screeching sound swirling around in her head as well. She winced, gripping her ear while still holding out a hand to Sonnet who appeared to be in the most pain.

“No!” Angel yelled, scared of what he was witnessing and took off in the opposite direction just to be shoved by his back to the floor.

The air was knocked out of his lungs, making him wheeze as he tried to turn over on his back. The screeching noise then hit his ears, making both hands clasp his ears as he lifted his head back before being further dragged down the hallway and yanked to the right.

OJ immediately reached for the walls, quickly looking away from the beeping red lights that was witnessing them experience whatever this was. His cap shielded him from the wind but the screeching did bring him to a knee, baring his teeth while he kept a tight grip on the wall.

“OJ!” Em called out to her brother and he dared a glance her way.

Which may have been a mistake as he was pulled next. He slipped, his shoulder plummeted into the linoleum flooring and then he was also dragged down the hallway.

Em did not have the chance to scream for anyone else as the force pulled her as well. Her hands continued reaching out for you, your body fully stretched back as if you were a child performing the London bridge stretch. Em could not see your face anymore and that petrified her again as she was sliding to the right out of sight, your body moving at a different pace but also moving in the same direction.

Life is a constant change, for as long as the earth turns…but when do you become aware when it stops? What happens then?

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Oops I almost forgot to request but idm waiting!! could you make an oj haywood x black/fem reader who's a model (and pretty bold lmao) and they meet cus they needed his horses for a photo shoot? idk if that's too specific I don't wanna step on ur toes or anything snfnskfn 😭😭

covergirl | OJ Haywood x black! Reader | October prompts !

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I didn’t forget about this! Now that we’re in my favorite season of the year I decided to add something else to the mix and include this in my October prompts for 2022! It’s a short one but hopefully a good one.

+ Prompt: 6. “Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

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attention was never something you turned away from. You loved it. It was always all eyes on you, you know, like Tupac’s fine ass once said. Ask any of your siblings and cousins growing up, you were the main one who oozed star quality. Sorry. So you took that to your advantage, gaining tumblr fame quite quickly in your tumblr teen girl era and that later brought you to high-end modeling.

The only time your photo shoots were early was if you were overseas and it always ended up eventful. You weren’t much of a morning person but you adjusted once you were fully up. Plus you didn’t enjoy wasting anyone’s time; especially your own. Now that you were back in California, your agents knew to only schedule you for early afternoon shoots. Not to mention that you’ve grown to have insomnia once your career began to take off and a hint of sleep apnea when your body allowed you to disconnect for a few hours.

So sure sleep was a huge question mark when it not only came to modeling but you loved having “me time,” when you weren’t out with your friends.

Letting out a small yawn that you covered with a few of your fingertips, you glanced up at the ceiling for a moment longer as the makeup artist patted the setting powder underneath your eyes then gave you your space.

“Here you go!” A voice chirped shortly afterwards, “looks like I’m right on time too.”

Continuing staring upwards as you lounged on a faux fur multi-colored stool, you spotted a curly haired girl in baggy clothing as she held out a iced tan tea to you. “Heard you enjoy that London fog tea shit, it’s giving clay but to each their own I guess!”

Taking it from the familiar face you smiled around the straw before you sipped your beverage, “Emerald Haywood. Thanks for this, I didn’t know you worked behind the scenes?”

“Oh please, with a face like this? And charisma like mine?! You already know I’m in front of the camera just like your pretty self.” The brown skinned girl winked while you smirked.

“My apologies sis, I should have known.” You stretched, putting a arch in your back while Emerald shamelessly checked you out in your outfit, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m wherever the money is. Just ask your cousin,” Em raised one arm in the air, leaning over slightly as her hips rotated before she continued, “OJ and I had to keep the business running when daddy passed. After our asses got fired from a failure of a previous shoot, I did some research and found out somebody else needed horses. And you so happened to be here.”

“Riiight,” you pointed, “and here I was thinking you gained some sense and became obsessed with me instead of messing around with my cousin.”

Em quirked up a brow, “don’t tempt me with a good time…either way I talked to my therapist and we both agreed that it’s time for me to focus on myself.”

You hummed at that, not saying what you thought on it. You knew Em for a couple of months now, ever since your cousin, who happened to work at a strip club, began bringing em around. They were casual in the beginning—it seemed since your cousin had a issue when it came to dating; either the girls or non-binaries she dated got jealous over her profession/no longer felt comfortable with her line of work, turned out abusive, or decided to start sleeping with their therapist right after putting their relationship on a break.

Nonetheless you kept your mouth shut since your cousin said she would figure it out. So you respected it and you actually liked hanging out with Emerald Haywood. Your energies meshed well together and you hung around the same group of people. She was cool in your eyes minus the whole sleeping with your therapist two days after she called it quits with your cousin…but hey it was none of your business.

“Okay everyone, let’s clean up and get the horse in for the final shots of the day! I want to leave and get fucked up like the rest of you!” The photographer announced.

Pushing off the stool, you continued downing your tea as the assistants on the set removed the stool and large potted flowers out of the way. “That’s great, em. I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“You see the vision.” Em snapped her fingers, “I had no doubt you’d get it.”

“Of course,” you shrugged as another assistant came over to you, suddenly picking at your roots gently before placing a metallic cow-girl hat over your head, “self-love is the best love and whoever you decide to share that with and they understand? It’s even better.”

One of the assistants, Stella, you believed her name was, held out her hand to take the leftover drink before you lightly turned to see a dark skinned man catering to a white horse.

“I think I just found that someone.” You whispered, beginning to strut over to the man and your supposed prop for hopefully the next thirty minutes.

Em titled her head to the side in confusion as she watched you make your way over to her brother. It only took her a second to realize what was going on as you gently began stroking ghost’s fur who swayed his tail in response.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” You asked.

OJ peeked up and over from his side next to the horse and moved to stand in front of; to continue caressing it’s nose. He barely glanced at you as he responded, “this is ghost.”

“I’m not talking about the ghost, handsome.” Your voice was as sultry and light as you patted the horse, arm going up to rest along it’s spine comfortably.

OJ blinked, “oh. I’m just the guy with the horses.”

“No. There’s always more than what meets the eye,” you smiled, “I’m Odette and you are?”

“I’m aware,” OJ had his attention back on the white horse continuing to provide comfort, “your manager told us you go by Detty, that you’re gonna be on your Beyoncé shit and gave us a whole run down of what not to do in your presence. Which I understand boundaries…I just want to let you know that these horses—

“Deserve the same amount of respect as any decent human being,” you said, “I get it. I know a thing or two about horses and bulls. It was my grandfather’s thing. Sure he loved his bulls more than horses but trust me, I won’t hurt him. I’m capable of being gentle.”

That’s when OJ looked at you to see you slightly biting on the corner of your lip. He didn’t know much about you coming into this gig but his sister did. All OJ needed to know was the time, to provide reassurance for whichever horse he thought would be best for this, and the price. He wanted to bring lucky but this photoshoot requires a white horse for whatever reason and Ghost could be a bit finicky at anything lately. He was the last one Otis Sr. Was on when he was attacked so OJ knew that Ghost was going through a bit of PTSD at the moment.

“OJ! Get out the way and let the girl do her thang! Ghost also knows what to do!” Em called out to OJ, who cautiously stepped back as the assistants came over with another stool to help you onto ghost.

However OJ still found himself lingering close by while Em chatted away with others on set. OJ watched you as you carried on so elegantly, in your flowy attire as you seemed to be chatting with the horse here and there every time you shifted to a set poses. It did not take the photographer long to get multiple shots and finally the winning one.

“I think we got it!”

Claps started to surround until you asked; now sitting up from ghost, “you think or do you know? I still think outside for this scene would be better.”

“It’s not the look the magazine was looking for babe. We got the floral backdrop and your gorgeous face, that’s all we need.” The photographer answered, “that’s a wrap everybody!”

OJ watched as you rolled your eyes then shrugged. He moved over back to ghost as the stool was placed down again for you. Carefully you climbed down and moved to stand by ghost’s head. You caressed him once more, “thanks for your time, buddy.”

Everyone slowly began to clear out as you flicked your eyes over to OJ who was actually staring at you this time, “and thank you for lending us ghost…OJ, was it?”

“Mhm,” he dipped his head, “you’re welcome.”

Quickly learning that he wasn’t a man of much words you breathed out a small laugh. Normally most guys that couldn’t hold a conversation you lost interest. However there was something about OJ that made you have a little bit of time.

“What’s the O stand for in your name?”

“…Otis.”

“Odette and Otis.” You let it roll off your tongue, “Look at us sounding like somebodies grandparents. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”

“Sure.”

“I think we could do something big with that.”

“Yeah? Like be somebodies grandparents?” He snorted, picking up that you were flirting with him.

“That and much more.” Your voice lowered as you held OJ’s stare.

The stare down was broken off once the lights suddenly shut off on you two. It only took seconds for a blur of white to fly by your sight followed with the clunking of Ghost’s hooves.

“Aye! Ghost!” OJ watched as the ghost ran around in circles in distress, the brimmed man trying his best to click his tongue to get the horses’ attention.

A side door suddenly opened, giving Ghost the opportunity to rush through it.

“Whoa! What’s wrong with ‘im?” Em asked, shades lowered as she glanced away from her phone.

OJ huffed as he began jogging over to the door which clicked behind the horse. Sighing you began peeling off the boots, wiggling your feet as you let out a yawn again.

“Did he get your number yet? ‘Cause we need to go and get some real food. What y’all had here ain’t enough to feed a damn fish.” Em muttered to you as you made your way over to her.

Before you could respond you listened to the rattling of the door handle that OJ pressed on.

It didn’t appear to be budging.

“The doors stuck.” OJ bluntly stated.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know how to open doors? You just push it!”

“I’m doin’ that!” OJ yelled back, “i’m guessing this is one of those doors that locks behind you.”

Em grimaced after attempting to get it open herself, “ohhh.”

Carrying the boots in one hand and lightly rubbing on your arms with the other, you began looking around the building. It felt much smaller with the lights out and not as comforting.

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?” You asked, eyes wide as your eyes darted around the room.

Footsteps moved to stand beside you. Em tested your realization blowing into the air and found a puff of cloud went towards the air. It was on the tip of her tongue to just brush it off, assuming that the air temperatures increased when no one was around.

However…something felt like it was.

The three of you were quiet, picking up on the sound of something almost spluttering from above. Instantly you were holding your breath and you weren’t sure why as all three pairs of eyes shot up to the ceiling above their heads.

“What the hell—

“I think we should move. Now.” OJ ordered, not liking how that sounded and given what he previously witnessed with shit falling out of the sky with his own father, he knew this didn’t feel or sound right either.

Briefly he touched your elbow, guiding you and Em away from the center of the room to the bathroom door. All three of you crouched down in the doorway, peering out and wondering what that noise was. It sounded as if something was leaning, almost like a electrical tower about to give way to the ground. Not long after, objects came crashing through the ceiling but the most noticeable one…happened to be a traffic light pole along with a camera attached.

The object appeared to be damp from what you could tell in the dark surrounded by other miscellaneous items. Cautiously the three of you made your way by the fallen item with Em kicking at it and OJ peering up at the newfound hole in the ceiling.

“That’s strange.” You spoke, not knowing what to make of this.

Em nodded, “uh huh! Shit’s just falling out the sky for fun lately? This is honestly giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Ghost.” OJ muttered, “he had to have known…he wouldn’t of just ran off like that if he hadn’t.”

“OJ…let’s not go there.”

“What?” You asked watching as the two shared words with their eyes, “hey, I’m here too! Whatever you’re thinking you can just say it.”

“…it’s nothing,” OJ decided, his eyes meeting yours. He could tell you didn’t believe that and something inside of him wanted to tell you about his dad but he wasn’t fully sure himself. It was a feeling that told him to get everyone out of dodge, “we should find a way out of here—

That’s when that same jammed door slowly creaked open, automatically making you take a step back, hand latching out to yank OJ back by his shirt.

Em already had her taser out, pulled from her crochet cross-body bag. The three of you waited for someone to peek in at you but after at least a minute, no one did.

“Yeah, I don’t know about y’all. But I’m gettin’ the fuck up outta here before these rich condescending folks think we did this mess so!” em chucked up the deuces before she jogged over to the door, crouching down as she had her taser ready.

Once she disappeared behind the door she yelled out to you two, “we’re good! I’ll be in the car, OJ!”

Puffing out a breath, you quickly let go of OJ’s bunched up shirt and returned your hand back to rub at the goosebumps on your forearm.

“I’ll count this as my weirdest day on set and I’ve had a lot of those.” You commented.

OJ hummed as he slowly turned to face you.

“I think it’s about to get weirder around here.” OJ mumbled glancing at the traffic light that fell through the sky, “no I won’t elaborate but I think we should all be careful.”

“Are you saying we just walked into the twilight zone?” You tried to joke but it also fell flat to you.

“I don’t think that was just some miracle.”

“What—never mind you don’t seem like you want to completely share your thoughts with me right now. Which I guess is fine, maybe it aligns with the whole introverted horse-loving tall dark and handsome thing you got going for yourself.” You ranted, “but this isn’t how I imagined the end of the shoot going either so we should head out. I feel like we’re being watched.”

“Okay, covergirl.” OJ nudged his head towards the door, waiting for you to fall into step beside him.

Both of you cautiously stepped outside to California’s humid air, sunny and as if nothing just occurred. Up ahead you could see Em waiting in the passenger side as you and OJ stood in the parking lot.

“On the bright side…I told you so.”

“Told me what, Odette?”

Keeping your arms folded you smiled, “that we’ll be apart of something much bigger together.”

Spinning you began walking backwards digging into your boot to grab your car keys, “you’re not getting rid of your future wife just yet. You and I both sense that by now don’t we? I’ll see you soon won’t I, Otis?”

OJ wasn’t sure how to answer this as he slowly trailed after you. He just shared a experience that was a bit strange with you and here you were trying to turn this into some possible dating adventure? He didn’t know how to take you so he just tipped the brim of his hat which made you scoff out a laugh, fully turning to your expensive car.

He moved to get into his own truck after he took his eyes off the sway of your hips, beside his sister and started the engine, just as the camera on the fallen traffic light flashed in the dark room.

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