#Oj Haywood imagine

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Pairing: Oj Hayward x Black female reader

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

Word count: 3,234

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ihearttish]

𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 ༊

pairing: emerald haywood x black fem!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: you were missing your girlfriend so when she returned home, you showed her how much you missed her when she’d be away from you 25/8.

warnings: (18+ smut) & (cursing)

tags: @abenomeiiii @playhousedistee @vampzxi @heejayy @amplifiedmoan @sapphicvqmpires @oceean @everythingiseverythingl

A/N hey guys!!! this is just a lil sum sum because imma whore for emerald 🌚. anyways, hope ya like it! (also didn’t proofread so.. hehe— ignore any errors!) feel free to leave me any tips, iam very new to this so cut me some slack luvbugs.

emerald had been spending lots of time with her brother lately, not that you were against it, you admired that she wanted to be up hanging around her brother, it just simply felt like she didn’t have time for you. she’d be coming in late when you’d already been in bed, fast asleep. her working late almost every day didn’t make it any better. it had been this way for the past two weeks. two whole weeks you suffered, feeling quite lonely. truthfully, you missed her. you missed her touch, her kisses, her compliments, you missed it all.

it had been awhile since you and her have touched on each other in such intimate ways. as you were laying down in bed, you felt yourself heating up in between your legs as you thought about about her, flash backs from the times she had you on all fours, the times she had you begging to let you cum. the thought of her making you beg made your arousal scurry down your thigh. you squeezed your legs together, not making the sensation any better.

you continued, slightly opening up your legs and squeezing them closed again & again. the feeling becoming more pleasurable each time, causing your breathing to pick up. you stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, opening up a drawer. inside were a few of your favorite toys. you picked out your purple vibrator and hopped right back into your bed.

you pulled down your panties and cut on your vibrator, on the lowest setting. you huffed before spreading your legs a bit and placing the head of your vibrator on your clit. “fuck!” you hissed at the feeling. you let it stay there for awhile, as you began thinking about how emerald had you the last time you two had sex. her bending you over in shower popped up into your head, making you moan out louder. “mm fuck.” you turned it up higher, making you buck your hips upward, grinding against the vibrations.

you begin to move your vibrator in a circular motion, still grinding against it. “emerald! unnh.” you felt yourself getting closer, turning it up a bit higher. “shit, emerald! i’m so close, baby— fuck!”riding out your high, you moved your head slightly to right and—emerald?!

you powered off your vibrator and covered yourself up in your blanket. (yeah, as if em hasn’t seen every inch of your body already.)

“why you stop, mama?” emerald glared at you. “how long have you been standing there?” you say and itself muffled from hiding underneath the blanket. “a while.” she claimed and you swore you could sense her smirking at this very moment. “long enough to hear ‘unnh! emerald! unnh unnnh’” emerald mimicked. you sat up and threw the pillow behind you at her, missing terribly. “you’re not funny.” you frowned, crossing your arms. “aww, did my baby miss me? hm?” she walked over towards you, taking her index finger to your chin and lifting up your face to look up at her. “i did! you’re always gone, em.” you pout.

“i know baby, i know,” she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “oj’s going on a business trip for 3 weeks so you know what that means, pretty girl?” “hopefully that i get you to myself?” you say selfishly with no care in the world. “yes lover.” she brought her lips to yours. she tasted sweet. you would feel her kiss you in your sleep but this little peck, you missed and wanted more. when she pulled away, you pulled her back down to you, deepening the kiss. coming up for air, emerald backs away.

“you not off the hook, y/n.” she smirked, leaning against the wall. “finish what you started.” she crossed her arms. “you’re here now, so why don’t you finish what i started.” you got up, walking over to where emerald stood. “how bout,” emerald grabbed you by the waist and backed you up towards the bed. “you do as i say.” emerald challenged. “okay baby.” you accepted. “sit.” she said sternly.

you did as she said and sat down at the edge of your bed. “now finish what you started, like i said.” you nodded and grabbed your vibrator, turning it on. it had already been at a fast speed from earlier. you then spread your legs wider, making sure emerald had a good view before placing it back on your already sensitive bud, making you hiss at the impact. “shit!” emerald stood over you, smirking. you could already feel your orgasm building up as your vibrator dug into your pussy. “unnh! emerald.” the look on her face couldn’t have been more sexier. she loved that she had such an affect on you but knowing what you do to her makes you leak uncontrollably.

“my shit sound good in your mouth, say that shit again mama.” she praised. “fuck emmy! unnh. i’m so- fuck i’m so close baby.” you moaned out, bucking your hips over and over. emerald came back to reality and took away your vibrator from you, making you whine. she turned it off and put it on the dresser.

“what the fuck, em?” you shouted. “couldn’t have you cumming just yet, my love.” she grinned. emerald slipped off her pants and shirt.

leaving her in just her boxers and matching polo sports bra. emerald then walked over to you, pushed you back down onto the bed, laying on top of you. her thumb glided across your lip before she put her lips onto yours. you wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, deepening this kiss. the kisses started trailing down your neck, letting out breathy moans.

her hand started to travel down to your dripping cunt. “p-please, em.” you whined. “please what? what you want me to do for you baby?” she said in between kisses on your chest. “make me cum please.”

her fingers landed on your clit in a split second. she started with slow circles on your sensitive bud. she removed her fingers, spit on them and then put them back onto your pussy. moving a bit faster now. “shit! em.” her fingers moved down to your hole, she circled her two fingers around it before inserting them inside you. “oh fuck-“ you moaned out. she started pumping them in and out of you and you were now a moaning mess.

“look at me pretty.” emerald sat up to hover over you as she fucked into you. you opened your eyes and looked up at her, making an o shape with your mouth as she rammed her fingers into you harder with her fingers slightly curved. “that’s my good girl. you’re so wet for me.” she praised. making you close your eyes again. she slammed harder into you. “look at me i said.” she demanded. your eyes shot back up to her. you held onto her shoulders. “fuck baby. baby i’m going to cum! unnh.”

emerald leaned back down to kiss you. her fingers went back to your clit, moving swiftly in an circular motion. making you moan in her mouth. you felt your orgasm was approaching. you mumbled cuss words into her mouth as you began to release. “that’s it my love, cum on me.” still rubbing your clit as your juices squirted all down your leg and onto the sheets. your back arched at the sensation.

emerald laid down on the bed next to you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you while you come down from your high. “how was that?” em questioned. “it was g-good.” you say, still out of breath. “was it? nah, i don’t think you had enough.” she smirked. emerald got up and lifted you up. you stood up and she turned you around, your back facing her front. she took her right hand and placed it on your boob and her other hand went down to your pussy. she rubbed her fingers through your slick and brought her fingers up to your mouth, you sucked like you knew you were supposed to and you moaned at your taste.

she removed her fingers and put them into her mouth, licking and sucking them. when she removed them she pushed you onto the bed and you landed flat on your stomach. you then felt her cold warm hands lift your ass up into the air, arching your back. ��you know i’m not done with you right?” she laid on her kneeled down onto the bed behind you.

she smacked your ass, making you winch in pain. she grabbed your waist from the bottom and began licking your pussy from the back. her smooth tongue gliding around your pussy made you lose your arch. “unt unt, keep that ass up for me.” emerald said, tapping your thigh. you fixed your arch as emerald ate you out. she sucked on your clit, making you moan out. if you had neighbors, they’d surely know her name now. she stuck her tongue into your pussy, fucking in and out of your hole.

her grip on your waist got tighter and she started pulling you up closer into her face. “y- you feel so fucking- fuck! so good!” you managed to say. she dug into you even deeper, savoring your taste and moaning into you. sending vibrations into your pussy, making it wetter and wetter. your breathing started to pick up as you felt your next orgasm coming soon. “just like that baby. fuck! don’t stop!” you whined. her grip on you tightened as she made her way back to your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “yes! i’m going to- i’m going to cum, fuck!”

after letting go, she continued eating you out. the overstimulation was too much to handle so you laid down on your stomach, legs beginning to shake. emerald sat up, face glistening from your release all

on her face she flipped you over and laid next to you again. you laid on her chest as she massaged you back, trying to calm you down. “you good, baby?” you took a while to respond, your chest was heaving up and down.

finally calm, you look down in emeralds eyes. “i’m okay.” you assure. emerald shut her eyes and smiled. when she didn’t open them again for a while, you thought she’d had been done with you and was going to bed. you weren’t done with her though. you got up and moved your hand up and down her thighs. “one more emmy, please?” emerald sat up and bit her bottom lip. “what do you want to do?” she raised a brow. you smirked and slowly pulled down her boxers while keeping eye contact, basically asking for approval.

the sight of her dripping pussy made you heat up in between your legs. you lifted up one of her legs and one of your and sat down in between her legs. feeling each other’s wetness. you reached for her bra and she helped you pull it over her head. you kissed her lips, tasting yourself on her. you kissed down her neck, on her breasts, sucking and licking on her nipples as you started to slowly grind against her. you rocked your hips, feeling a trail of her slick leak down your thighs. “fuck y/n.” she moaned. she then grinds in sync with you. you picked up the speed, making emerald make an o shape with her mouth. “you feel so fucking good.” she moaned beneath you.

“i missed you so much, em” you grind against her faster, your clits meeting every time, making you ache. “unnh. baby!” she moaned out, grabbing at your hips and bucking up against you. the sinful squelching noises echoing throughout the room only amped you up more, you fucked against her harder, nearly close to cumming. “y/n baby, i’m going to c- cum!” em whined, out of breath.

“cum baby, cum on my shit.” you huffed, gripping on emerald tighter. “i’m cumming!” emerald whimpered. you felt her releasing herself on you, the next time your clits met, you felt yourself cumming right after her. “fuck y/n, you’re so wet.” emerald breathed out. you collapsed on her chest once again, out of breath.

“you really did miss me, huh?” emerald chuckled. “yes, yes i did.” you replied. “my baby.” she massaged your back. “let’s go shower, alright?” “who said i was done?” you sat up and smirked. “who said you couldn’t finish in the shower?” she challenged. “race ya!” you got up and tried to run, forgetting you just came a few times and your legs were numb. you sat your wobbly behind down on the floor before you bust your ass.

“see look at you, fiending.” she laughed. “shut up and come help me.” you pouted.

#emerald haywood #emerald #emerald x reader #emerald x you #nope #keke palmer #emmy #em #emerald imagine #smut #emerald smut #emerald x fem reader #black tumblr #jordan peele #nope 2022 #oj haywood #oj #black women #lesbian #em x you

[orlandoblumhouseofguccimane]

*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

[tawneybel]

Imagine Angel thinking about how he’s going to shoot his shot and suggest happy-to-be-alive sex, to you. And your boyfriend OJ. If you all actually survive Jean Jacket. 

Spoiler: You do and he does. 

#Angel Torres #OJ Haywood #Nope #Nope 2022 #imagine #minors do not interact #threesome. #threeway. #three way. #Nope movie #Nope film #smut #Brandon Perea #Daniel Kaluuya #horror #Jordan Peele #minors don’t interact #minors DNI #MDNI #not SFW #Otis Haywood #Otis Haywood Jr. #Otis Haywood Junior #Jordan Peele imagine #Nope imagine #Angel Torres imagine #OJ Haywood imagine #Brandon Perea imagine #Daniel Kaluuya imagine #horror imagine

[pureseasalt]

thinking about. thinkigg about how, contrasting the gesture of evading one's gaze from the untamable beast, the fear, the unknown in order to survive, the haywood siblings not only look at each other straight in the eyes, they emphasize that fact by pointing their two fingers into each other's eyes bc. bc between them fear does not exist, there is no need to exert control over the other sibling despite growing up in a household with traumatic family dynamics, no unknown. "i know you" it means to say. i know ur follies but most of all i know ur heart. "im looking at you". "im watching you" but not like viewing u in an impersonal place of horrified awe as u bleed and suffer and lash out in indignity. "im watching you" as in "im watching over you".

#nope #nope 2022 #jordan peele #emerald haywood #oj haywood #daniel kaluuya #keke palmer #i cant stop thinking about this movie #how does one even go about conjuring smthng like this out of their imagination #im not weird about this movie i like it just a right amouny

[andaniellight]

Angel, approaching excitedly: Congratulations about the baby, you guys!

OJ & Em, confused as fuck: 'The baby'? What baby? We don't-

Angel, shoving custody papers of himself and a pen toward the two: Me. I'm you guys new baby brother now :D Sign here.

#Nope #Nope movie #Nope 2022 #Nope Jordan Peele #Angel Torres #OJ Haywood #Emerald Haywood #sorry I have to cope after that movie and imagining Brandon Perea grinning like a sunshine does this

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Guilty pleasure is refreshing the Nope tag on Ao3 in hopes that more fluff hurt/comfort fics pop up in which the three go in n out of living on the ranch (not oj though) together and become a family

#nope #I must heal #by imagining them during a thunder storm hanging in the living room #to placate emeralds and Angels worry #by watching classic movies Angel wants to show Oj #with emerald throwing popcorn at Angel and her feet up on Ojs lap #nope jordan peele #nope 2022 #emerald haywood #oj haywood #otis junior #otis haywood #angel torres #there’s not enough I want to watch them fuck around on the ranch #rich and chilling not a worry in the world #other than healing from the JJ fiasco #want emerald being comforted by Oj because she’s tryna run through being famous #like it’s the Olympics and she’s losing her mind #the themes are great love the themes but I also need to three to laugh #as they teach Angel how to ride a horse and he sucks

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OJ and JJ: Why Jean Jacket Let the Haywoods—Especially OJ—Get Away with More Than Anyone Else in “Nope”

I’ve seen Nope twice now. While everyone I saw it with enjoyed it, I heard a few cries of foul when it came to OJ and the others’ improbable good luck with all their near misses interacting with our favorite terrifying gulch-haunting UFO. I call foul back and say plot armor had nothing to do with it. Some luck, yeah, otherwise we’d have no protagonists. But that was hardly all.

Spoilers for Nope below

To be clear, I am absolutely not painting this as the same delusional ‘friendship’ Jupe assumed he had with Jean Jacket. Neither he, nor OJ, nor anyone else is a miraculously endowed animal/alien tamer with an automatic ~*~special bond~*~. It’s one of many points Nope goes out of its way to illustrate. You can only train (or disrespect) an animal so far before they lash out, especially predators, and especially island-sized UFOs with the munchies. But, insomuch as there is any ‘safe’ way to coexist in close proximity with something like Jean Jacket, OJ Haywood is shown to have pulled it off with flying colors. And he did so almost entirely unaware to begin with by dint of his character traits.

That and a combination of Jean Jacket’s own instincts are what likely put him and the people around him in the tiiiny pocket of special allowance JJ deigned to give them over the course of the movie.

Let’s roll back to the first scene with the Haywood Ranch and the death of Otis Sr. A death by falling nickel that happened six months before the present-day events of the film. Just before this, father and son were curious about the screaming in the clouds—a fresh snack of hikers about to be squelched—followed by the rain of inedible bits. We can assume this was Jean Jacket’s first time flying in the gulch, and he chose the Haywood Ranch as The Spot for Purging; just like the hills next to the ranch were chosen for his ‘nest’/hiding place/resting spot.

While Jupe was methodically feeding JJ fresh horses and imagining the big guy trusted him, Jean Jacket kept going home to his actual favorite spot right next to OJ and his horses—a man and his big juicy animals out training in broad daylight, day after day, without ever pestering them. No missing horses. No missing OJ. Despite JJ clearly having opportunity and a taste for both species by that point. Why?

The obvious answer is that OJ kept his head down. Literally. Eyes always on his work, under the shade of his hat bill, maybe glancing at the clouds now and then…but always too far away to agitate. For all that time, he was unconsciously respecting Jean Jacket’s rules. Plus, he was in JJ’s purging/nesting territory first; yes, Jean Jacket was calling dibs on the whole gulch, but if the locals already there aren’t bothering him, fine, sure, they can stay.

The place’s importance to Jean Jacket, OJ’s head-down habits, and the amount of time spent coexisting with each other sans trouble all combined to put OJ and the alien into as close to a neighborly setup as could ever be expected. Don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with you.

Then things start picking up. Too much activity, too many new skyward glances from OJ, too many hackles raised with the Star Lasso Experience. And yeah, JJ did almost vacuum OJ up—he infringed on their ‘arrangement’ and looked! The nerve! And after JJ let him get away with hiding under a roof the night he stared up at the dust devil that took the fake horse! How ungrateful!

…A move that, in hindsight, plays almost like a Strike 1 offense, paid back by slurping up the actual horse. OJ’s staring at the Star Lasso arena was likely Strike 2. After snapping at OJ and causing the accidental knockout against the ceiling, JJ flies off without him or Lucky.

Off JJ flies to the Haywood Ranch again, full of screaming people and detritus and huffy extraterrestrial chest-pounding. And what does JJ do? He drops a big bloody purge waterfall directly onto the Haywoods’ house—OJ’s territory-within-JJ’s territory—like the giant alien version of an animal hiking its leg and marking all over a lower-tier animal’s spot.

This is a warning. This is my place. I rule here.

Then, as if holding onto the statue for last (hell, that may have been the real Strike 1), he moves his big flying Roomba self over to OJ’s truck—which I’d bet JJ definitely recognizes after six months—and just hovers. Hovers. Hovers.

Making sure OJ is paying attention. Then he hacks the statue out like a bad loogie right into the windshield. Assuming it didn’t kill his ‘neighbor,’ it would be a fine lesson:

You are on thin ice. Do not cross me again.

Come morning, what do we find out? Not only is Jean Jacket smart enough to know the humans will react when he moves enough to let the electricity fizzle back on, he immediately moves back overhead to stare down at OJ. My guess? It was a test.

You know better, neighbor. What do you do when I am here? What very smart thing have you done in all our quiet time side by side?

And thank God, it does dawn on OJ in time. Do Not Look. No Eyes On JJ.

So he ducks his head. And, even though he caught a very obvious peripheral glimpse, Jean Jacket still lets that slide. Jean Jacket lets OJ, his sister, and Angel—probably his family/pack in JJ’s POV—scurry away in their silly rolling box. We can’t even say it was because Jean Jacket was still full; the big guy looks like he has whole miles of gut to chow down with.

No, he lets OJ and company off with a few warnings, because the arrangement renewed. And off he goes to settle in his cloud again.

Cut to the run.

I sincerely believe that if it had been any other person on the horse, any other person goading Jean Jacket along the run, they would not have lasted a minute. No, not even with their head down. We’ve seen by now just how fast JJ can move, how quick he can flip from zero to I-Will-Knock-You-Back-Like-a-Shrieking-Tic-Tac. And nobody can say they didn’t clench up when they, like OJ, realized Jean Jacket was hovering right behind him like the world’s most ominous frisbee. Ditto the part where JJ slurped up the TMZ jerk barely a yard away from him and Lucky.

Thiiis close to sucking him up. But no. The dust devil got Mr. TMZ with the precision of a straw.

Then we get to the run—OJ on horseback, JJ being JJ, going fast…but almost at his version of a canter. A brisk walking pace.

That much might be owed to the fact that, unlike all his other prey, the people/horses have gotten a good look at Jean Jacket, then turned to run. With OJ’s staring hoodie, he’s retreating while still looking at/challenging JJ. That’s new! That implies Jean Jacket’s neighbor has his hackles up even as he moves away!

So Jean Jacket gives a comparatively leisurely chase. Then, just when he gets fed up and goes for the vacuum maneuver—surprise! Flags everywhere! Jean Jacket freaks out as expected, twisting away rather than risk gulping up another bad meal. What the hell, OJ, why didn’t you warn JJ you were a statue this whole time?

And, finally, the climax.

OJ looks at Jean Jacket dead on, still sitting on the flag-strung Lucky. This is when Jean Jacket has completely unfolded into what looks like a full intimidation display. These tiny two-legged things have turned into a big flag-covered, barbed wired headache for Jean Jacket. Perhaps even a threat. It’s down to a fight for the territory in JJ’s perspective. Someone has to go. And OJ, the one he ‘knows’ best, the one that had respected and been respected by Jean Jacket most, like two sullen predators in the same cage mutually agreeing not to bother the other, is the one metaphorically baring his teeth first.

Even as he flexes all his freaky jellyfish anatomy, Jean Jacket hesitates.  

Does he think this is OJ warning him away? Or is he really instigating a fight to the finish? …Is there a chance OJ could win?

Even when, finally, OJ does begin drawing him along, away from Em’s bike, we never see JJ strike out with his appendages or make another dust devil. He’ll match OJ’s staring contest, he’ll creep closer, but he does not lash out.

It’s only when Em revs up and takes off for Jupiter’s Claim that Jean Jacket gambles on pursuing what he (mis)takes for the less worrisome Haywood. Simply because she looked at him and fled? Because JJ wants another warning to spit up for OJ later? No way to know.

All we see is that OJ, by a mix of hair-thin good fortune and animal training experience, managed to live with, counter, and psych out Jean Jacket enough to earn the man-eating megafauna’s tolerance and enough respect that it edged near worry.

tl;dr: No, OJ was not a magical horse/alien whisperer. But he did gain enough of Jean Jacket’s esteem to give him the best odds of survival, cohabitation and manipulation, simply by being himself, being respectful of the ‘rules’ once he knew them, and being cool as hell while everyone else fell apart or got slurped.

#hope you like text walls #anyway I love it when directors don't spoon-feed the details but leave them there for you to pick up yourself #OJ Haywood #Jean Jacket #Nope 2022 #Nope #horror #jordan peele #spoilers

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

Shout Out to Daniel Kaluuya and Brian Tyree Henry for feeding lgbtq+ nd blk ppl not once but twice.

Imagine OJ Haywood and Hobie Brown meeting 😭

#spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #nope #oj haywood #bullet train #lemon bullet train #eternals #phastos #idc idc they are all some sort of gay and nd #specifically queer and autistic #I need someone to talk to about this

[jupejumble]

you wanna hear me talk about my favorite live action movie? of course you do here we go (0 notes)

just a quick nope infodump cuz i have nowhere else to dump my thought about this movie -- i put it under the cut cuz i know some people dont like horror or scary stuff, and some people are planning on watching it and dont want spoilers :]

first this is my thing of how i finally got to watching nope, it can be skipped, the actual infodump starts at the pink text

ok so first of all, nope had caught my attention when i first saw some trailers for it,, then i forgot about it until i saw some fanart for the gordy scene, and i thought it looked so good. so i looked in the comments and people kept talking about that scene. me, being curious, looked up the scene on youtube. and it scared me so bad.

later in the year (2022) i went to universal studios in a family trip. i really enjoyed it but the one part that was my favorite was the studio tour, i love animation and film and cinematography so it was right up my alley. but at the very end of the tour, we went to the new exhibition of it. Jupiter's Claim.

the very same jupiter's claim from the movie (not really just a recreation). they did a whole thing with the aliens and it freaked me out. very fun but i did not expect it so it was alarming to see a set piece from a movie i had little knowledge on and was scared of.

so i did what i usually do to keep my nerves down, started researching it. watching trailers, actor interviews, cinematography etc.

i wanted to see what the movie was about, so i looked it up and read the plot on wikipedia, it did get me less scared of it, but it also really peaked my interest.

when the synapsis described jean jacket's final form, i hadnt imagined it was so big. in my head i thought it was smaller than a person and that it looked like a jellyfish. i was only half right. then once again, i forgot about the movie entirely.

until almost a year later. when i saw a "everything great about" video on nope. i thought, well they usually cut up the movie, and talk through it, so itll basically be like watching the movie.

it was really interesting, so i decided to watch it. now onto my infodump thing im mostly going to be talking about the themes and stuff

HERES THE MOVIE PLOT WHICH I JUST PULLED FROM WIKIPEDIA CUZ I DONT WANT TO WRITE THE ENTIRE THING -- you can skip this if youve watched tho movie, or just skip it if you want idc

[In Agua Dulce, California, the Haywood family trains and handles horses for film productions. One day at the Haywood ranch, small metallic objects violently fall from the sky. One of these objects, a nickel, ends up killing Otis Haywood Sr.

Six months later, his children, Emerald "Em" Haywood and a depressed Otis "OJ" Haywood Jr., are fired from a set after their horse, Lucky, reacts violently to its own reflection in a chrome ball utilized for visual effects. To raise money, OJ has been selling some of the Haywood horses to Ricky "Jupe" Park, who operates a Western theme park called Jupiter's Claim. Jupe exploits his past traumatic experience as a child actor on the set of a family sitcom that costarred a chimpanzee named Gordy. During filming of an episode, Gordy reacted violently to the sound of popping balloons and attacked at least two of his human co-stars, but ultimately left Jupe completely unharmed, before being fatally shot by police.

One night, the Haywoods notice their electricity fluctuating and their horses violently reacting to an unknown presence. They discover an unidentified flying object (UFO) that has been taking their horses and spitting out the inorganic matter, which OJ concludes to have caused their father's death. The siblings decide to document and sell evidence of the UFO's existence, and recruit electronics store employee Angel Torres to set up surveillance cameras. The UFO arrives and abducts a horse as well as a plastic horse Em stole from Jupiter's Claim for use as a decoy.

The next day, Em attempts to recruit famed cinematographer Antlers Holst to help them record the UFO. Holst declines, telling Em that chasing wealth and fame is a "dream you will never wake up from." Angel then arrives and reveals that a cloud in the valley never moves; OJ suspects this is the UFO's hiding place before theorizing, based on the UFO's flight patterns, that it isn't a ship at all.

Jupe introduces a live show in Jupiter's Claim where he plans to use Lucky as bait to lure out the UFO. For months Jupe has been offering the UFO the Haywood's horses for shows. The UFO arrives earlier than expected and devours Jupe and everyone in attendance for the show (including his family and staff), ultimately leaving only Lucky alive. OJ, attempting to retrieve Lucky, confirms his theory that the UFO is actually a territorial, predatory organism. After the creature showers the Haywood household with the detritus and regurgitated remains of the Jupiter’s Claim crowd, OJ realizes that it only attacks those who look directly at it. He devises a plan to record it. Em and Angel are hesitant until Em receives a call from Holst, who now agrees to help. OJ names the organism "Jean Jacket", after a horse that Em as a child was promised to train.

To circumvent Jean Jacket's effect of shutting down all electronics nearby, Holst brings a hand-cranked IMAX film camera. The group plans to bait Jean Jacket with a field of electrically-powered tube man props to deduce its location in the sky. However, a TMZ paparazzo trespasses onto the field and is thrown from his electric motorcycle when it shuts down near Jean Jacket, which devours him. Though Holst captures footage of Jean Jacket, his obsession with "the impossible shot" results in him being devoured alongside his camera, forcing the remaining three to flee. Angel survives an attack from Jean Jacket by being wrapped in a tarp and barbed wire, causing the creature to unfurl into a new, larger form.

OJ intentionally looks directly at Jean Jacket, allowing Em to use the motorcycle to rush to Jupiter's Claim. There, she untethers the park's large helium balloon mascot of Jupe, the large eyes of which attract Jean Jacket's ire. Jean Jacket attempts to feed on the balloon while Em uses an attraction's analog camera to photograph Jean Jacket as it feeds. Its attempt to eat the perceived threat results in the balloon exploding, destroying Jean Jacket. With the picture as proof of the creature's existence and reporters arriving nearby, Em sees an unharmed OJ and Lucky standing outside of Jupiter's Claim.]

WOOO NOW ONTO MY THOUGHTS ON THE MOVIE

we know that 6 months before the events of the movie, oj and em's dad was killed from a nickel that came from the sky and hit him in the eye and went into his brain. in the beginning of that scene we hear a radio news broadcast about some missing hikers. SINCE LATER WE FIND OUT THAT JEAN JACKET SHOOTS OUT THE METAL THINGS HE CANT EAT THAT COIN HAD COME FROM THE HIKERS

ohoho jupe, he's such a well written character. he is so complex. he was traumatized as a child with the gordy incident. he was the only cast member (as far as we know) to come out completely unscathed,,, physically. ----- when oj is trying to set up a path of buying the horses back, jupe says "yeah yeah we can do that" (HE IS A LIAR). and while oj is talking to jupe about that, em interrupts asking about the gordy incident. -- JUPE'S REACTION IS SO INTERESTING, HE TAKES THEM INTO A ROOM WHICH IS DEDICATED TO THIS INCIDENT BUT HE DOESNT ACTUALLY TALK ABOUT THE INCIDENT, INSTEAD HE TALKS ABOUT THE SNL SKETCH!!! HE HAS TURNED HIS TRAUMA INTO ENTERTAINMENT!!! the way i saw it is that he subconciously thinks that entertainment is a purpose, and if he can turn that incident into something that can be consumed by others then what happened wasnt for nothing. what he went through wasnt just a pitiful event in his life. it was something to be consumed. it was a spectacle.

JUPE BELIEVED HE WAS SOME KIND OF CHOSEN ONE, first gordy didnt harm him (which was because of the tablecloth not their so called connection) SO HE THOUGHT HE ALSO HAD A CONNECTION WITH JEAN JACKET

in the opening scene we see the first assembly of photographs to create a motion picture, the jockey riding the horse is oj and em's great great great grandfather, AND IN COMPOSITION OF THE CLOSING SCENE, OJ IS FRAMED LIKE IT

aaauughh i just love that jean jacket was named after the horse that em was supposed to train, cuz it ended up being her who conquered and killed the alien in the end

I LOVE THAT ANGEL WAS JUST SOME RANDOM STORE EMPLOYEE WHO JUST DECIDED TO BE PART OF THE GANG, LIKE HE DIDNT KNOW THEM BEFOREHAND AND JUST DECIDED TO JOIN THEM ON THEIR SILLY LITTLE ADVENTURE

i feel like holst was a counterpart to jupe, cuz while jupe wanted to exploit jean jacket for money and clout, holst wanted to exploit jean jacket for his art,, and clout,,,, so they were both selfish but it does show that even when you dont exploit or take advantage something for money and just do it for art ITS STILL EXPLOITING

THE THING WITH THE TMZ GUY OUGH I LOVED THAT SCENE. OJ JUST TRIED TO HELP BUT THAT GUY WAS JUST FOCUSED ON GETTING THE CAMERA, AND THEN OJ'S EYES REFLECTED WHICH CAUSED JEAN JACKET TO NOTICE THEM OUUGHHHH

i love how jean jackets forms differentiate for the circumstances, when she's just the disk its just chillin, just feeding and leaving, but once all the stuff happens against it it starts to get more aggressive. so like most animals he makes themself appear bigger, making for a really good shots in the movie

THE PARALLELS BETWEEN GORDY AND JEAN JACKET ARE ALSO INTERESTING, BECAUSE JEAN JACKET ISNT THE VILLAIN, JUST THE ANTAGONIST,, JEAN JACKET IS AN ANIMAL WHO IS JUST EATING, GOING THROUGH THE NATURAL MOTIONS THAT COME WITH BEING ALIVE. AND SO WAS GORDY, GORDY WAS JUST REACTING TO THE SCARE THAT THE BALLOONS POPPING GAVE HIM

I NEED SOME AFTERMATH CONTENT NOWWW, LIKE WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE NEWS STATION? DID THEY CLEAN THE HOUSE? HOW DID EVERYONE COPE??? DID THEY GET THE FAME THEY WANTED!?? I NEED TO KNOW

ok ok so jupes made up aliens? the viewers? THEIR DESIGNS ARE ALSO ROOTED IN HIS TRAUMA,, THE HEADS LOOK LIKE THE CAMERAS USED IN THE FILMING OF THE SITCOM AND THE BODIES RESEMBLE THOSE OF A MONKEY

i would put a picture of gordy on here but it has blood and dont wanna have that here,,, so uhhh if you wanna see him just look up gordy nope

and now some shorter things i really liked

the day for night filming IS SO GOOD

the themes about spectacles and human nature

oj and em's relationship (the siblings ever)

JUPE'S WHOLE DEAL

LIKE HOLY CRAP HE LEAD ALL THOSE PEOPLE TO THEIR DEATH!???

the cinematography is just mmm chef's kiss

all the characters are just so genuine

,, yeah these are obviously not all my thoughts on this movie cuz i think about this movie a LOT,, but i didnt want to overload this thing

#nope 2022 #nope movie #nope film #nope #jex speaks #jex miscellaneous

[bellamer]

So I’m thinking about the They Cloned Tyrone and Nope crossover thing I proposed and like I imagine the Haywoods finding out about that clone shit via the news and the cloning facility is probably exposed in California as well (where Tyrone lives) and I kind of want to go the route where Jean Jacket is an extraterrestrial that was being studied and followed by the government to learn its behavior but they didn’t interfere with the Haywood’s or Jupe and they were actually planning on the Haywood’s getting eaten by Jean Jacket and then sweeping it under the rug but didn’t actually think that the Haywood’s were smart of enough to take Jean Jacket down. And that they also had like some super expensive super secret government non electrical equipment and stealth protocols so that Jean Jacket didn’t catch them watching it. Also they purposely let Jupe and the guests get eaten because it was a way to get rid of witnesses and study Jean Jacket.

But since these movies don’t have a specific year but do take place in modern day, I’d like to propose that the Clone facility got exposed not long after The Haywood’s captured Jean Jacket on photo but their story more or less got swept under the rug and silenced because the cloning facility had way more physical evidence and the government, in order to save a little more face, still try to attempt to hide the proof of extraterrestrials so they claim that The Haywood’s photo is fake and doctored and make up some fake proof and say that the disappearance of the Jupe’s Claim guests is due to something else.

So where do the main three from TCT come in ? Completely accidental. They’re on their way to Memphis and Yo-Yo and Fontaine let Slick Charles drive so that they can catch up on some sleep and Slick Charles completely ignores the GPS and takes them all sorts of wrong ways and they end up all the way in Agua Dulce and their car just conveniently breaks down not far from the Haywood ranch.

So they walk until they get to Haywood Ranch and knock on the door for help and Emerald lets them in and recognizes them from the news, or better yet, recognizes Slick Charles and Fontaine from the news because she saw their clones and Yo-Yo does state that they indeed did that shit.

Emerald convinces OJ to ask them for help exposing extraterrestrials and shows them the picture of Jean Jacket and they even get Angel to testify for them because they know that the government is trying to cover what they went through up.

And for some reason the TCT trio helps them out because if there’s dangerous aliens out there eating people and the government is willingly sacrificing people for the sake of studying them, then the world needs to know.

I gotta work out the kinks but I think it could come along nicely

#nope 2022 #nope film #nope movie #emerald haywood #oj haywood #ricky jupe park #jean jacket nope #jean jacket #angel torres #they cloned tyrone #fontaine they cloned tyrone #slick charles #yo-yo they cloned Tyrone #they cloned tyrone netflix #fandom crossover

[calypsolemon]

a detail in nope that stuck out to me p strongly on like. my fourth watchthrough is when em asks jupe about his black child costar "3-D" on kidd sheriff, and the question "whatever happened to him" lingers and just. Is never answered.

because like, while Jupe is a victim of the film/media industry's shitty treatment of child actors and of asian people, and him marketing his own tragedies and life is, at least partially, an attempt towards self preservation in the face of that, I feel like it says so much about how him playing into those tactics still puts him in a place of privilege above the Haywoods. Jupe was traumatized by the industry, and instead of using his popularity to try to spread awareness of it's harmful practices, or even acknowledging that what happened to him was wrong, he tries desperately to gain power over it by playing the industry's game. In doing so, consciously or not, he simply has to step on those beneath him. Because that's the only way one gets ahead in this game.

Whether this be mistreating a wild animal (believing himself to be special, to be above it, to be chosen), exploiting his own children for entertainment, or lying to and taking advantage of the Haywoods while they are struggling finacially and emotionally (hell, he knew that OJ's father died, and it isn't a stretch to imagine those horses would be important to OJ emotionally as a connection to his father, even as he's forced to sell them off slowly. How heartless does one have to be to kill off his horses behind his back and then lie to him about it?). Jupe internalized early on that to keep what little wealth and popularity being a famous asian kid in the industry gave him, he would have to continue exploiting not only himself, but anyone and anything around him that could possibly be taken advantage of. All this contrasts glaringly to the Haywoods, who are a black family desperately trying to keep a hold of the small but important niche they managed to carve out of the industry, in the most ethical way they possibly can (mainly, by treating the animals in their care properly).

Whatever happened to 3-D? Well, he simply didn't manage to step on enough heads to keep himself relevant, and the odds were already stacked against him. If Jupe had been around long enough to eventually buy the ranch, I could imagine the same would be said of the Haywoods. If, that is, anything would be said at all. The lack of answer to "Whatever happened to them?" might hang in the air just as heavily as the answer to "Does anyone know the name of the black jockey who rode the horse?"

#nope #nope (2022) #this movie is literally like oog #you can think about it for ages

[dimepdf]

Aaaahhhh I'm so excited for the Nope fanfic. Don't know if you take requests but I'd kill for a fic where Angel is patched up after the whole events of Nope, just some good ol' painful wound cleaning and a lot of comfort. Either way, love the writing!! Excited to see more!!

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the unfolding of it begins to take a toll on you after fighting a killer cloud alien with a thirst for your family's horses, siblings, and friends. Fortunately, Angel is by your side to support you.

pairing. angel torres x reader

genre and warnings. haywood!reader, black coded, hurt/comfort, blood, boobs, shower sharing, post-fic, panic attack, trauma bonding | —  don't forget to reblog 🤍

The devastation left by Jean Jacket's death was harrowing.

Pieces of your family ranch were scattered across the large acres of land that you had once grown up on. 

You could only imagine your father and mother rolling in their graves as they saw the ranch in complete shambles. 

It was strange, all so strange, everything that had unfolded since the sunrise. 

There was no celebration, no crowd cheering you on at the end of the road, just Angel. 

The bleached blonde had a painfully looking limp in his walk, yet he still slung your arm over his shoulder and aided you all the way back to his van that had managed to survive the chaos that had just almost taken your lives.

Angel couldn't drive because of his injuries. The barbed wire tied around his waist had bruised his entire torso into little checkmarked scars. 

His knees and hands trembled as he slumped against the window for the duration of the ride.

His face contorted into a painful wince that squeezed his eyes shut and curved his mouth into a permanent scowl.

You tried not to ask about it, ignoring the dreaded question of whether or not you both needed to be hospitalized for some of your injuries, but with America's economic state and healthcare prices, it was better to just patch each other up back at his apartment.

"You can go first," Angel grunts, tossing his house keys aside and lowering himself against his gamer chair slowly. 

You could only hum in acknowledgment, fingers lingering against the doorframe as the other thumbed a message to your family group chat. A content sigh once Emerald sent a picture of her and OJ giving a bleak thumbs up in the waiting room.

You felt a weight of concern finally being lifted off your shoulders, lifting your phone to a higher angle and opening the camera app to the view of Angel stretched arched against the chair. 

A hiss left his lips as he cautiously lifted his shirt away from his wounds, just a peek of his belly button in view before you quickly snapped a picture, your phone shuttering with a bright light.

You both looked like shit, both grasping at the thread of stability that was left from the trauma of it all.

Flicking on the bathroom light, flinching at your messy appearance. Your braids are strewn with dust and debris, your lips are chapped, your face is filthy, and you have cuts from flying through the air.

Your clothes were no better. Turns out, wearing a crop top during an alien battle wasn't the best fashion decision you would make. 

Your shirt almost flew off of you during Jean Jacket’s petty attack that led to your home getting ripped from its foundations. Luckily, you were already running on the porch before it could suck up the roof.

Still, you were caught up in the winds, being picked up in one big dust tornado as well as Emerald.

You had unfortunately gotten the short end of the stick, losing one layer of clothing that turned out to be the most important piece of armor as a rogue shard of glass found its way into your path of flight, slashing a harsh wound into your lower torso, slamming into the ground before the piece could dig itself farther into your flesh.

Your fingers reach to yank off your top, examining the gash near your belly button by leaning against the bathroom sink. 

Angel's surprised hitch of breath makes you pull away, tilting your head enough to see him hunched against the doorway.

The male looked hesitant to fully enter the small bathroom, which was only narrow enough to have you stand in the middle.

As he sat off to the side, his awkward glance redirected to other parts of the room, the moment you met eyes, his eyes quickly flickered away, searching for any false interest in anything other than your tit.

"Boy, you act like I'm bare ass naked right now," you chuckled dryly, adding to his confusion at seeing you standing in just your bra. "Haven’t you seen a girl in a bra before, right?" you teased. Angel was quick to roll his eyes. His sassy personality was creeping back slowly despite feeling and looking like shit.

"Many times, actually, my fault for being a gentleman." His tone was low and gentle, almost like he couldn't muster enough strength to talk to you any other way.

He was paying more attention to his bleeding wound, raiding the contents of his bathroom compartments to round up just enough basic medical supplies that he could at least say he was confident enough in patching himself up with them.

A pitiful shiver ran up your spine the moment he leaned forward to grip the sink for strength. "Oh fuck,"" he gasped, after using antiseptic to clean away at the gash around his stomach.

His fingers were covered in dried blood and dirt. You couldn't imagine how painfully tight the barbed wire was tugged against his skin enough to leave the red straight strip circled around his lower torso.

"You should—shower. You can shower first," he muttered, finally lifting his head, his stare in a daze, struggling to keep his eyes away from your exposed chest.

Once you had given him a nod, he started to limp out of the bathroom, your arm shooting out to grab his in a pause.

"Can you not close the door all the way?"

Angel’s brows frown for a moment, his eyes flickering towards the shower before glancing over at you once more, now with features riddled with pure concern.

"Just, you know, so I know you're…there." You explain with a stumble, watching his eyes widen just a bit with a hint of some thoughts behind them.

You choose not to question whatever he was thinking.

He answers in an awkward hum, following suit to your request as he returns to slouch back into his gamer chair, making a point to not stare at you as you underdress, completely shedding your clothes to your bare skin.

Pulling away the shower curtains and stepping into the tub, another shudder runs up your leg the moment your feet touch the cold flooring.

Turning on the water and backing away against the corner until the steam finally hits, stepping to stand directly under the stream as your eyes flutter close, letting the hot water run down against your body.

You felt so small, opening your eyes to watch the trail of blood and grime flow down the drain.

Your breath picks up, your heart starts hammering against your ribs as the tears start flowing.

A sob broke from your throat as you sat down curled under the shower stream, the ruffle of the shower curtains making you flinch farther against the wall before you realized what was blocking the path of the water from hitting your skin.

Angel crawled into the shower fully clothed to sit down and wrap his arms around you.

Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck and clung onto him as you both wept into each other's embrace.

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#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ] #angel torres x reader #angel torres #nope movie #brandon perea #nope #nope 2022 #oj haywood #otis haywood #emerald haywood #em haywood #jordan peele #daniel kaluuya #keke palmer

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i would love any and all thoughts you’d like to share on your experience with nope

okay so.

personally, I found us to be absolutely terrifying. I cannot describe the acute fear I felt while and after watching us because I have never experienced such fear in my life, before or after. something about doppelgängers unlocked the deepest possible terror within me. the thought that some eyebrowless bitch is out there waiting w scissors is the scariest thing imaginable to me, and I can’t even fully explain why. in comparison, nope did not horrify me at all. yes there were tense and upsetting scenes, but they didn’t feel personal. it was all spectacle.

getting that out of the way, I am still in the process of truly Unpacking this gigantic fucking onion, peeling back layer after layer after layer. this post has been in my drafts for nearly a week now, because there’s just so much to say about this movie and I keep adding bullet points. also uh. spoiler warning, obviously.

to get the obvious out of the way: the Monster is a camera. chekhov’s gun (the well) is also a camera. the monster’s all-consuming mouth is also its all-seeing eye. the camera is a hole you put your money (the same coins that killed otis sr) and your suffering into. and the media has no regard for the blood and sweat and tears that go into capturing that perfect shot. but, through OJ and emerald, we also see that the Gaze is not inherently evil. being Seen is just as important as refusing to be consumed by the viewers.

in the climax of the movie, OJ and emerald are both asserting their haywood legacy: OJ, of course, as the black man on the horse, and emerald as the one capturing this revolutionary footage. even the way she takes multiple shots that can be put together to create a looping clip is reminiscent of the method used to create the first motion picture. while initially emerald is set up to be the performer and OJ the behind the scenes guy, it’s important that OJ is the one on the horse, because he Knows Horses, and emerald, who is far closer to being part of Hollywood as a culture, is the one using her camera for the right reason.

jean jacket consumed the horses jupe bought for it, exploiting OJ’s life’s work to try to appease the camera/viewers/consumptive gaze/whiteness/etc. each horse gets a name, the way alistair haywood did not. jupe wants to erase the legacy of these Black horse trainers, just as he wants to erase his own trauma for the consumption of the white gaze, but the haywoods refuse to deny their roots, refuse to sacrifice any more horses, refuse to let themselves be exploited without a say in the matter. jupe gets consumed by the camera shutter monster, but OJ stares it right in the eye after half a year of keeping his head down and going about his business, and it works because he is asserting himself against this wild beast, establishing his agency instead of trying to form a bond with a creature that cannot be tamed.

his cowboy hat is as white as he wants to be. he's a phony: not a Real Cowboy (most of whom actually poc irl regardless of what the western genre would tell you), not a Real White Man, not really Chosen. the bottom of his hat resembles jean jacket too, that white underbelly and the shadow of a hole. he sees gordy in "the viewers" and he thinks they are the same, that they have a connection. he thought he had a connection with gordy, too: the exploited chimp and the exploited asian kid (being the only minority as well as a child actor?? forget it) seeing each other, reaching out. but they're on a stage, there's a cloth obscuring their gaze. they don't really see each other, because jupe refuses to see anything. that’s how he’s survived this long in the industry, after all.

also, the fact that jupe’s “aliens” have chimp bodies and camera heads is just such a fucking DETAIL. fuck, bro !!!!!!

ok so the balloons right. they're what scare the chimp (btw, gordy: scaredy cat + gory?) when they pop under the studio lights – contained in a box (or a cage), rising to new heights and then bursting under pressure, just like him. antlets says that you don't wanna climb that mountain. that it's a dream you never wake up from. it's why he sacrifices himself, on a literal mountain, for the one perfect shot, in the first place. he wants to go out on his terms, not anyone else's. the jupe balloon rises into the atmosphere, meeting jean jacket – the camera. one eye open, one eye closed, straddling the line between exploiter and exploited, predator and prey. (otis sr also had one eye open one eye closed when he died.) jean jacket sees the balloon as a threat, so he consumes it. but the pressure gets to be too much. and it bursts.

the upright shoe. is it a bad miracle? yet another coincidence that only bodes ill? jupe believes he was chosen. or is the shoe jupes memory playing tricks on him, having stared at that shoe in the display box for so long that it’s now all he can see in his mind? trauma blurs the past and present, after all.

I think there’s also an argument to be made that jean jacket is a Colonizer. quite literally an invasive species, taking up undue space in this habitat. jupe is so desperate to appease it, whereas whereas em and oj reclaim their land and their family legacy by defeating it. the difference between gordy and jean jacket is that gordy was exploited, whereas jean jacket is operating on its own terms, sucking in anything that directly acknowledges its presence. where did jean jacket come from? we don’t know, and we never will. what we do know is that it shouldn’t fucking be here!!!

I’ve seen ppl divided over this one thing so I’ll insert my 2 cents now: at first i interpreted antlers’s shot as an act of irrational selfishness, putting all of them in danger due to his own white man ego, but the more i think about it, the more generous i am inclined to be towards his decision. risky, yes, but greedy? i think it was actually a grand sacrifice, proving that he’d risk anything for his art and its legacy. he knew that jean jacket would consume him, but the camera he used would be spit back up, allowing for the chance for the photo to remain intact. ideally, his perfect, impossible shot would outlast his physical body, and he would not be a real artist if he did not give everything he had to make that happen. he had to at least try.

humans cannot conceive of any creature being higher in the food chain. we exploit animals, and we exploit each other. anyone considered “less than fully human” in any way is fair game. that’s what makes OJ’s bond with his horses in particular so beautiful, so important. it’s the direct counter to the way gordy was treated, to the way animals and people of color alike are shown to be reduced and disrespected for the sake of spectacle. and it’s why OJ, against all odds, survives.

there’s so much more I could say. I haven’t even mentioned angel! but on my first watch, these are my initial impressions. pls feel free to ask me more questions about this movie though, bc there is SO much to unpack and I cannot stop digging thru the suitcase!!!

now for some absolutely meaningless thoughts:

when keith david appeared i was like "oh shit!!! i didnt know he was in this!!!" and then he immediately died and i was like "ok well that makes sense." still, loved the cameo :)

i appreciate the elusive gay sister (cow)boy brother pairing for a change. the only other example i can think of is ayesha and hassan from we are lady parts. we need more!!

jupe is such an insane nickname to me bc it literally means “skirt” in french. yeah I just needed to say that

keke palmer was so hot in this I loved all her dykey fits her energy her akira slide ugh. mwah mwah bellissimo

fucking CW

in “conclusion” —

what are the implications of the gaze?

how do we commodify trauma?

what is the price of spectacle?

#nope #nope spoilers #ask #anon #media analysis #100

[sortofanobsession]

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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We need to imagine OJ Haywood in Alien deducing the alien's behavior patterns– just OJ in every single horror movie that has a non-human creature as the antagonist.

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