#jordan torres x reader

[ingeniousmindoftune]

His Promise > P3.

Warning(s): Age Gap, mentions of bodily fluids, consensual sex between teen/older male, violence, triggering subjects, mentions of harassment, bullying, and/or sexual violence against minors (not by Rio!), physical assault, dark humor, and who knows what else…

Must be 18*. DO NOT INTERACT if you’re underaged.

Part one | Part two | Part three |

Description//: In which Rio was your father’s close friend, until your father was locked up and in order to pay him back for taking a wrap for him, he sets out to take you in after your fathers arrest.

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He nodded his head. “Yeah, remember I used to be in your father’s gym all the time. So, when she would come, I would see her. But, let’s get going though. We have a long day ahead of us and I wanna get us breakfast.” You nod, following him out the house. He tossed you the keys. “You’re driving.” You smiled, rushing around to the driver side door of his black g-wagon. Backing out the driveway, you followed his directions. “Where we headed?”

“Same diner we ate at yesterday then from there, you and me gonna have a little workout.” You chuckled. “Work out?”

He nods his head. “Workout.” He repeated back to you. You were curious as to what he’d meant, You were not about to do anything crazy, You both entered the diner. He ordered what he wanted and you ordered what you wanted. You smiled as they brought out two big stacks of pancakes with syrup and butter and some eggs and bacon to the side. “Coffee, please.” You smiled up at the waitress. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Coffee?” You nod your head. “I don’t really like it, it’s just something I did with my dad and whenever I miss him, I crave it.” You answered him. He sat with his back against the wall his feet propped up and arm around the top of the booth, his eyes scanning the diner. “You not gonna eat?” You asked him

“I’m about to.” He leans forward looking down at his phone then at you. “You say you like your school, what child in their right mind likes school?”

You laugh. “I do. I mean, I’m a nerd. I love school, I just love to learn new things.” You shrug your shoulders. Rio dipped his fries into ketchup. “Steak and fries for breakfast?” He nodded his head, Rio wasn’t much of a morning breakfast kind of guy, although he liked the occasional waffle. He found himself wanting steak and fries this morning, him being a regular and this place being one of his money laundering businesses, he got what he wanted. “Perfect meal for the day.” He cut into his steak after applying steak sauce. Your mouth watered at the delicious sight of the well-done steak. You didn’t see how people ate their steak uncooked, it was just nasty.

“You want some?”

You shook your head no, biting into your pancake stacks that were on your fork. You smiled. “I’m good, thanks though.” He nods his head. He knew he was about to work this steak off so he wasn’t too worried. He still couldn’t believe how much you’d grown, he always knew that you would turn out to be a beautiful and respectful young lady, and you turned out just like he thought. At the moment, he didn’t think much of his attraction to you because at the moment, you was like his niece and his friends kid. “When the last time you talked to your dad?”

“Last time we talked was the day they hauled him away in handcuffs. I mean he tried to call a few times, but, I haven’t seen or spoken to him since.”

Rio rubbed the side of his face. “Why you so hard on him? It was self defense.” You tapped the butt-end of your fork on the table, looking at Rio. Shaking you head, you rolled your eyes. “That’s what he says and wants me to believe. But I saw the photos. That man was beaten to a pulp. I’ve seen my dad beating someone in self defense. That’s not it. He beat that man with more than just his fist.” You we’re adamant on your belief. You loved your father, you wanted to believe in his innocence. “And I looked into his eyes, he lied to my face about what happened.” You pushed your food to the side.

“Can we not talk about him?”

Rio licked his lips. “No, mama. Because obviously there’s something you’re missing and clearly you got some anger towards your father. Does it matter what he did? He did what he had to do. He’s still your father.” You shook your head. “My father left me alone out here. He made a decision that gave him life in prison without the possibility of parole, he made me another stereotype. A black girl in a rich school whose father is locked up. Every day I go to school, kids pull at my hair, calling me all kinds of names. Calling me the seed of a murderer. Do you not know the humility I face every day?”

“And you think this decision was easy on him?”

You shook your head. “Rio.. you don’t get it. You want me to forgive him because you’re in the same line of work, and you want me to be forgiving of you if you choose a path that lands you in prison. Well, sorry to tell you but you wouldn’t matter to me. I appreciate you for helping me and all you’re doing but, if you went down.. there wouldn’t be a need to forgive you.” Rio shook his head. “You say that now. But I’m not saying what I’m saying for that. I have a son. Every day I’m out here doing what I do, is another day I’m missing out on being the father he deserves. Disappointing him. Disappearing every year. I barely see my kid. But my son knows that I love him, and if anything g were to happen to him- I would be the one handling shit.” He spoke stern. “You need to forgive your father because god forbid something happens to him in there, you wouldn’t forgive yourself. Your father is a good man. He’s no cold blooded murderer, don’t let the world change your views on him.”

You sighed. “So you have a heart now?”

“I never said I didn’t have one. I took you in, didn’t I?” You shook your head. Rio chuckled lightly, he sat up straight with his feet back on the ground. He looked at you, his hands joined together. “I’ve done some shit in my day. Shit I’m not proud of, things I do regret but at the same time that I don’t regret. I’m a bad man, a bad person.. but, I also have heart. But your dad? He’s a good man, he’s as good as it gets, Y/n.” You nod your head and sighed deeply, moving your braids behind your shoulder. “So, you ready to go to our next destination?” You nod your head.

Your eyes settled full of water. You stood outside your father’s gym that once was covered in crime scene tape and had a big foreclosure sign on the door, was now surrounded with new paint, some cars, and the tape was no longer there. “Rio?” Your voice croaked. He turned his head. “I bought it. It’s in your name now so it’s yours. It won’t ever be taken from you or your father again. I even upgraded a few things.” You were in awe. He was so different from his demeanor or his appearance. He was so sweet. “Let’s get inside and get to the business.” You followed Rio inside, looking around at all he had done with the place.

“It looks so good in here.” You complimented his handy work

Rio nods. “Appreciate it. Why don’t you change into some thing more suitable.” Disappearing into the locker room, you gather everything you needed, you dressed in some shorts and a sports bra. Although it was a little too exposing for your liking, it was all right with you. You pulled your hair up into a high ponytail just as a man came in the room, you jumped. “Knock!” He held his hand up. “My bad, I’m sorry.” He smiled, backing out the room. You smiled slightly because he was kind of cute. You shook yourself out of your thoughts, walking out the room, seeing the guy from earlier. He smiled in your direction as he walks over to you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t even know that anyone was in there.”

“It’s ok, maybe knock next time.” You grabbed some gloves.

He looked around the gym. “You new here? I’ve never seen you around here before.” You fumbled with your fingers hoping someone would rescue you. “I-uh, I haven’t been here since it reopened,” you looked from your gloves as you nervously place your hands inside and brought your eyes to his perfectly designed abs and pecs, to his face. “Ah, well, I’m-” before he could introduce himself, Rio yells for you as he entered the ring. “Y/n, let’s go! We don’t have all day mama.”

“Oh, you with Rio?” He slightly stepped back.

You nod. “Uh yeah.. he’s a friend.” The guy nodded his head. “Oh okay. Well, I’ll let you get to that and I’ll see you around?” You nod your head starting to walk towards the ring, turning to speak to him one last time but he’d scattered off to the punching bag in the corner. “Distractions will get you hurt in this business.” Rio said to you as he stood at the door. “What business?” He shook his head. “Let’s go.”

“Fine. I’m fighting you?”

He nods his head. “Yep. I wanna see how much of your skills you remember.”

“Okay.” You shrugged. You two started boxing, he swung but you dodged it punching him in the face with a right hook. He shook his head bouncing a little. “Good, good. But that’s just first luck. Don’t be cute. Pretend I’m those people at school that pick on you. Don’t let up on me.”

You squelched. “Oh my! Rio! I’m so sorry.” You held your face as he sat there with a face full of blood, wiping the blood from his lips and nose. He coughed spitting the blood on the mat. “It’s all right. I told you, don’t go easy on me. What you apologizing for?” He laughed like a maniac, you were taken back. You had just almost beat this man face in and he’s laughing like it didn’t phase him. “I just almost beat your face in and you’re laughing?”

“Girl, you gotta do better then this to scare me. You did good. I’m proud of you.”

You raised an eyebrow as he stood to his feet. “Careful. You could have a concussion.” He smiled, looking down at you as you held him up, his ribs bruised from the constant punches and kicks you gave him. “You know, you got skills.” He smiled down at you. “Skills?” He nods. “Yeah, you ever thought of boxing professionally?”

“Mm, no. This is just something I do with my dad. It’s not something I see myself doing full time. It helps me blow off steam.”

He nods wrapping his arm around you. It was only the two of you now, as much as everyone wanted to continue watching Rio, who was never beat in the ring- get his ass beat more, he didn’t allow it. It was just the two of you, tussling and fighting on the mat. You felt alive again. You felt in control again. He sat down on the bench, looking up at you, you sat next to him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He looked over at you. “All of this.”

He shrugged. “You welcome. You don’t have to thank me for doing what’s right.” You smile, nodding your head. He looked at you, his thumb brushed against the busted lip he gave you and the glowing shiner. “I at least got a good couple punches in.” You laugh. “Yeah but how am I supposed to go to school tomorrow like this?”

“Mm, we will think about that when the time comes.”

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[serious-finally-six]

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[cloveroctobers]

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

YONDER | OJ HAYWOOD

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

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

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this was kinda stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was just like her childhood all over again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was not normal.

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

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

It’s not adding up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your screams on the other hand, were not unheard.

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

Would it collapse?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.” You gargled, finding your footing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Some gospel?”

OJ was shocked at that.

“You really want to hear gospel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now just hold on (hold on)

Change is coming (change is coming)

Hold on (hold on)

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

Hold on (hold on)

You can make it (you can make it)

Hold on (hold on)

Everything (everything will be alright)

Is gonna be alright

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

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

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

You were his happy place and he was your safety.

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

“I need to throw up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[just1riqht]

where’s the angel torres fanfiction

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[tvrres]

Okay, I had one for Angel, maybe an angel x fem!reader where the reader is almost sucked up into the ufo and our poor bby is worried? Just some fluff and stuff <3

and please don’t feel the need to rush take your time! Love ya 💕

— BAD MIRACLE

✦ pairing: angel torres x fem!reader

✦ summary: it's dumb luck you ended up at the haywood's ranch. it's even dumber luck that you didn't die there.

✦ note: yeah i listened to jennifer saunders' cover of holding out for a hero while writing this and yeah i made it deeper than it needed to be. it's a little sad i'm ngl

You weren't even supposed to be here.

This was all because of your stupid phone charger. If it hadn't disappeared from plain sight, your phone wouldn't have died before your alarm went off the next morning. You would have been to work on time and your boss wouldn't have let you go. Running into Angel, an old friend from high school, would have ended with plans for a coffee date that would never come. Instead you asked him if he knew any places hiring.

At first, you were glad things ended the way they did. You liked working with Angel. He had gotten taller since graduation and built some muscle that suited him well, but inside?

Inside, he never changed.

He would often visit the furniture department of Fry's to ask if you needed help, even though he was far from well versed when it came to Tempur-Pedic beds. You would laugh and tell him you were fine, to get back to electronics before he got in trouble again. So what if you guys were friendly? So what if maybe it was a little more than that?

After a two months of this, he invited you over to his apartment to watch some psychological thriller on Amazon Prime of all things. It was a fine movie, but you were too busy thinking about how your knees were touching. Neither of you moved them. When the end credits rolled and your can of Sprite was empty, Angel slid his hand into yours.

"I promise next time I'll take you on a real date," He muttered. You felt a smile creep onto your face before nodding. "But I think you're really great, (y/n). I want to spend more time with you if that's cool."

"That's cool." He looked relieved when you said this even though you couldn't imagine saying anything else. Afterwards, you guys talked and you're pretty sure he convinced you that ghosts were real that night. He seemed pretty certain there was one in the laundry room downstairs. Then he walked you to your car and hugged you goodbye.

There was a tension as you pulled away and you thought maybe he might kiss you. But he didn't, and that was okay. You guys had plenty of time.

It was only a few days after this that the Haywoods entered your store. Angel texted you, saying he was heading out to do an install and that he'd be back later. You sent him a thumbs up emoji before returning to work. Later finally came and Angel strolled up to where you stood by the display couches.

"How was the install?" You asked in a cheery tone, mostly just happy to see him. He looked around, pretending to be casual.

"Fuckin' weird," You furrowed your brows.

"Weird how?"

"Like extraterrestrial weird."

You let out a small laugh. Angel wasn't exactly a conspiracy nut, but he did let himself get lost in the idea of it sometimes. "What are you-"

"Look, just meet me at electronics after you clock out," He whispered as if someone was listening. "It could be nothing, but it could not be nothing." You gave him a suspicious look.

It was most certainly not nothing.

The unmoving cloud was enough to convince you, but nothing struck pure fear into your heart quite like feeling Angel's van stall on your way off the Haywoods' property. "Shit." Was all he'd said.

"Shit?" You looked at him frantically. "Shit, what do you mean shit?" Angel didn't answer you, instead quickly undoing both of your seatbelts. Your heart sank at this as you realized what his plan was. "I am not going out there and neither are you!"

"(Y/n), these are fucking aliens and they will crack this fucking van open like a goddamn piñata if they want to!" He grabbed your hand roughly and looked into your eyes, causing a sudden calm to wash over you. "Just don't let go of me and we're gonna be fine." You barely had time to process his order before he threw open the driver's side door and pulled you out behind him.

You narrowly escaped death once, which was more than enough for the both of you. OJ Haywood was not satisfied with this, however.

So now here you were, reloading film into a bulky camera being operated by some gruff and acclaimed filmmaker you had never even heard of. You sat nervously behind Angel the rest of the time, running your thumb over the label on your walkie that read BATTLESHIP. Despite everything you'd been through, everything you'd seen, the cloud, the power, that. . . thing (Jean Jacket as the Haywoods called it,) none of it felt real.

The only thing keeping you grounded was the constant string of voices coming through your walkie. It was truly a sight, watching OJ on his horse trying to win an impossible race. Jean Jacket loomed over him and you wondered how something so large could seem so weightless.

As the man released a colorful parachute at the last second, the entity turned on a dime to avoid it, giving Holst and his camera a perfect shot of it. It quickly retreated high into the sky, making you breath a sigh of relief as Angel cheered. A weight lifted off your shoulders, seemingly drifting away just as Jean Jacket had.

"It's over!" Emerald's voice crackled through your walkie. "We got it, y'all! The feed started going in and out when, when that guy got got, but we should be covered with the film camera. Right, Holst?"

The man was silent. You took this as his being in awe, disbelief at what he had just captured. His walkie beeped before he spoke into it. "The light," He gazed at the sun that hung low in the sky. "The light, it's, gonna be magic soon." You didn't know what he could have meant by that, but there was sudden foreboding energy in the air.

OJ felt it too, asking over the walkie what he meant. The man didn't answer, having already grabbed his other camera and standing from where he was. You tapped Angel, who was still staring in the direction Jean Jacket had disappeared. He turned to see Holst leaving the safety of the tent.

"Wha- no, no, where're you going?" His voice was frantic. The man turned back to the both of you.

"Angel, (y/n)," he said somberly. "It's gonna be alright. We don't deserve the impossible." Your blood went cold as he stepped fully out into the open.

"Hey guys?" Angel spoke into the walkie. "Holst just said some creepy, cryptic shit, took his camera, and he's heading up the mountain. Over."

You cupped your hands around your mouth and hollered at the older man. "Dude, what the hell?!" The same pit of fear from before welled up in your stomach. "Holst, come back!" Behind you, Angel got up from his seat and moved to where Holst had been before.

"Fuck it." He muttered, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. "He's crazy, right?" You searched for Jean Jacket in the sky frantically, still yelling for Holst. The being seemed to notice him quickly, flying down from the clouds at an incredible speed. It came close to the tent, causing you to quickly pull Angel down onto the ground with you. You both watched helplessly as it descended upon Holst and pulled him up into the air in a cloud of dust.

Then, just like that, he was gone. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stared at where he had been, fighting every instinct you had to look up. You began to search for your walkie on the ground in a panic, knowing OJ and Emerald had seen it, hoping they knew what to do next.

In your distressed state, you didn't notice Angel stand and walk towards the edge of the tent. Once you did, a scream caught in your throat. He backed up, staring at Jean Jacket in disbelief. It slowly started closing in on him.

"Angel!" You cried out, getting ready to run out to him. Before you could, the tarp that covered you flew and wrapped around Angel and sent him rolling down the mountain into a barbed wire fence. You were about to slide down after him, until you heard Holst's screams echoing right above you.

It was nearly on top of you, so close the metallic scent of blood filled your nose. So you crouched back down and stared at the dirt shifting in the wind, hand over your mouth as you whimpered in fear, not daring to breath. That stupid fucking charger.

You were sure the only thing that saved you was Jean Jacket noticing Emerald by the stables. The wind of it rushing towards her knocked you over, your hair whipping wildly in the air. Once it was gone, you quickly made your way to Angel.

He was tangled up in the barbed wire and tarp, cuts from it littered his skin. "Angel!" You turned him over and tried to feel for the end of the wire. Your fingers bled, but you ignored it the best you could. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you scared the fuck out of me, oh my-"

"(Y/n), get to the house," He was breathing hard and trying to push your hands away from him. "You can make it, go!"

"No!" Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you fought against him. "No, I'm not gonna leave you here! We have to stay together and we'll be fine, that's what you told me!" The sound of Jean Jacket destroying the stables and Emerald's screams only made you panic more.

"Now I'm telling you to go!" He turned to where the animal clicked loudly. "Go! Before it comes back!" You looked over your shoulder at the house before turning back to Angel.

"You better not fucking die!" Was all you said before turning to sprint towards shelter. You nearly tripped more times than you could count. In your peripheral vision, you could see Jean Jacket move behind the mountains behind you before losing sight of it. You prayed to whatever higher power could hear you that Angel would be okay. That they all would.

"HURRY (Y/N)!" Angel called from behind you. "IT'S COMING!" Your stomach sank as he shouted and you tried to move faster, but the house was still out of reach. Suddenly, you felt as if gravity was no longer working and the dust around you swirled.

Angel watched with horror filled eyes as you were lifted off the ground, felt his heart pound in his ears when he heard your screams. He tried to free himself quickly, knowing there was nothing he could do for you, but refusing to accept that.

You reached for anything you could and by some kind of divine intervention, your sweater sleeve became tangled in the branches of a nearby tree. Jean Jacket still pulled on you with an unbearable force, the wind roared around you so hard you thought you'd go deaf. You fought against the pressure as best you could, forcing your other arm down to grab the tree branch. Clenching both fists around it, you hung in midair. The branch threatened to slip out of your hands and you could feel blood being drawn by its rough surface.

Then, just as quickly as it disappeared, your weight returned to you and you hit the ground with a thud. Not before falling through the branches of the tree, cutting your skin and clothes on the way down. You kept your eyes down for what felt like eternity. The air was silent aside from the steady breeze that had been there before, but you didn't trust it.

Angel stared at your limp body from afar, assuming the worst. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat, not even noticing the figure Jean Jacket had started to transform into. He watched as Emerald marched towards where OJ was hiding out and waited until Jean Jacket was distracted with her. Once it was, he finished untangling himself and ran to you. The wind burned his eyes and he wasn't sure if it was sweat or tears that streamed down his face.

Your breathing was still frantic as you looked in the direction of the arena, where Jean Jacket was unfurling itself into some cosmic horror more terrifying than before. You didn't have the energy to be afraid, however. Right as you were going to lay your head on the dirt once more, you heard footsteps rushing towards you. With a cough, you tried to support yourself on weak arms to see where they were coming from.

Angel fell to the ground next to you and pulled you into a suffocating embrace. "I fucking thought you were dead, (y/n)!" You don't remember when you started crying, but at some point you were shedding silent tears into his shoulder while you felt his shaky breath on yours. "I thought you were dead!" You let out a through a sob. You were bleeding all over each other and the only thing you wanted was to be right back on that sofa in his stupid apartment. Before you knew any of this existed.

You both pulled away from each other to examine your injuries. He looked over the bleeding cuts on your palms and you looked over the ones on his arms. You were in the middle of scanning over his dust covered face when he pulled you into him again, this time planting his lips on yours feverishly.

It was a desperate kiss, one he was afraid wouldn't last. You kissed him back just as wildly, trying not to let him know you were crying again in fear he would stop. Finally you pulled away, face shining with tears. The sun had started to sink in the sky.

There was a muffled boom in the distance and you both turned to the direction it came from. A cloud of smoke floated in the air, what remained of Jean Jacket slowly emerging from it. Angel stood on weak knees and helped you up as you did the same.

The drive to his apartment was a quiet one, your hands were still shaking as you tried to unlock your car.

"You don't have to go home, (y/n)." Angel said from where he stood behind you. You smiled in spite of yourself.

"You've done enough for me these past few days," You turned to him with a sad smile. "You need to rest, it's okay."

He stared into your eyes with an empty gaze. It hurt to see him looking so hollow. "I don't," He cleared his throat. "I don't want you to go home." Silently, you pulled him into another hug. It mirrored the one he'd given you the very first time. "Okay," you said. "I just need to get a few things."

When you walked into your bedroom to retrieve some clothes, you saw your old phone charger. Right where you had left it.

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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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Imagine being an actor with connections to Antlers Horst. And making Angel your boytoy after finding out he’s your co-star (and rival) Rebecca’s ex.

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NOPE! S/O Headcanons :)

Nope! S/o headcanons

OJ Haywood 

He's more of a ‘you have to get to know him’ first kind of partner. He isn't the easiest to warm up to but once you know him he's loyal. 

The first time the two of you met was when he went up to Jupiter's claim and he had always seen you in that first office chatting away on the phone, your ebony skin glowing in the faint light. He was in love but of course, he remained quiet, making his way to jupe’s office. 

The next time he saw you you were with Em, on the rance trying to saddle Ghost and somehow being successful. He's once again starstruck. 

“You ever ride horses like this one?” He asks quietly, seeing you brush your fingers through Ghost’s mane. 

“Mhm, I prefer ridin the cowboy but this is just as fun.” You joke, a smirk painting your features when you see Em’s playful expression. 

Oj flushes, a choked chuckle escaping him. You're the opposite of him, more bold and outgoing rather than quiet and reserved. He's drawn to your smile and that mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Y/n you wanna join us for drinks?” Em offers while Oj snaps his neck towards his sister. 

The night goes on and sure enough, he opens up to you. His stories of his father and caring for the ranch after his father passed away and the strange event leading up to that moment. He's intoxicated (figuratively) with eh way you lean into him, your eyes and ears following every word that leaves his lips. He swallows a bit more of his drink seeing that familiar lust-filled look in your eyes. Em turns up the music and makes her way out of the dining/living room to give you and her brother a bit of privacy. You find yourself swaying to the music Em had blasted, Oj taking your outstretched hand as an invitation and sipping you slowly, his other hand skillfully holding his drink. 

Your eyes meet and before you knew it your lips were on their way to being pressed against one another but Ghost lets out a shriek that startles you. You both pause, turning the music down and looking at the white horse that stares into the darkness. 

—

The two of you had grown closer and he was reluctant to let you in on the whole ‘there's an alien terrorizing us that we need to get rid of the thing. But he'd rather you be safe with him than be caught off guard and taken from him by JJ(jean jacket). He makes sure that you are safe above all else but always lets you do things on your own. He knows your capable and can do plenty yourself, thats what he likes about you. 

You did end up getting your kiss though once Em got her picture and he had pulled up to Jupiter's claim saddled on Lucky. 

-10/10 partner

-will always be there to listen to his s/o when they're in distress

-loves riding with his partner(yes in that way too), and will try and teach them new stuff about his horses and whatnot.

-very attentive

-loves your seemingly dirty humor to combat his rather corny/dry humor.

-good kisser, hes not very handsy but will make sure he has your hand in his andone of his own large hands stroking your cheek.

-expect him to be standoffish around your other friends

Angel Torres

You'd been friends with Angel for a while and had heard of his recent breakup since you were someone he vented to regularly. 

“Angel, I honestly think you're worth more than some model chick that leaves you after her first taste of fame. If anything I would've stayed with you. I mean you'’re funny, and sweet, a little scatterbrained but it's cute!” You giggle, pushing curls from in front of your face. 

His breath catches in his throat and you immediately swallow hard after coming to the realization of your small confession. 

‘I-I mean if I was a model! I mean no like if we were damn it Angel stop looking at me like I’m crazy!” You yelp, only to have him lean in towards you, his hand now holding your own as he leans forward, your lips meeting each other halfway. This felt wrong seeing as he was still getting over a pretty bad breakup, but the feeling of his lips and tongue against your own was so right. 

He's getting handsy now, fingers trailing up your sweater and past the fabric of your bra. He pauses for a moment, now panicking and removing himself from you. 

“I'm sorry I- Can we just forget this happened?” He hums, pulling into himself to try and hide. 

“What, why?! I don't wanna forget this! Let's talk about it- Maybe, maybe we can…I don't know figure something out?” You bargain.

Being with Angel was definitely a treat. The two of you smoke together and spend the majority of your weekends together. It wasn't until one day Angel called to tell you about some people way far out that need his help with a camera install on some weirdo alien shit. It wasn't until he kept leaving for hours on end and came back to the apartment with two others that you started to believe him. 

“Angel, what the fuck!” You whisper yell, pulling him aside, throwing your hands up. 

You'd think he’d be more upfront about aliens and shit that could potentially kill him but hey it's Angel!

“You didn't think I’d like to know you'd be out an about damn near killed? Hm?!” You fuss, blinking vigorously awaiting an answer. Of course, he only stares at you silently, awaiting words to fall from his slightly chapped lips.

“I wasn't thinking it’d get this bad. I didn't wanna get you involved and have you get hurt.” He explains eyes tired. 

—

After the events pass, Angel returned to your shared apartment bruised and bloody, with huge scratches and cuts adorning his delicate features. He had tried to enter quietly but had failed after tripping over the ottoman. 

“Angel?” You call, rounding the corner and immediately gasping in shock over his injured state. It took almost no time for you to patch him up since you were panicked and moving quickly. He explained everything to you and made sure to apologize more times than you can count. In all he just dint want you to worry or be scared of anything coming for you when that really wasn’t the case. 

All in all your relationship s still starting off. 

-He tends to vent about his ex a lot which you don't mind but it does get a little annoying hearing about this lady that fucked him over when you're right here to try and make him feel at least a little bit better!

-is a very sweet yet seemingly selfish ‘lover’ 

-hes whiny (do with that what you please until further confirmation lmao)

-likes to be little spoon

-fucking after your smoke shesh (100/10)

Okay these two are it for now! I will defo be writing more so don't worry yall lil this was fun to write. 

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[tom-whore-dleston]

finally finished Home is Wherever I'm with You so if you want to be tagged in it, lmk! will only tag you if you are 18+ and have your age stated in your bio

if no one says anything, lets pretend i didnt say nothin

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[lovelyypythoness]

To all my fic writers!!

I request for more Angel Torres (Nope) x reader fics!!

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pls

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Number Five

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Seamus Finnigan

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Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

#x male reader #shadowhunters x male reader #Harry Potter x male reader #maze runner x male reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them x male reader #divergent x male reader #jumanji x male reader #white collar x male reader #Shazam x male reader #it x male reader #train to Busan x male reader #squid game x male reader #move to heaven x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #supernatural x male reader #shameless x male reader #criminal minds x male reader #NCIS x male reader #Wednesday x male reader #riverdale x male reader #Pedro pascal x male reader #patrick bateman x male reader #Brooklyn nine nine x male reader #Barbie x male reader #Detroit become human x male reader #male reader #la casa de papel x male reader #suits x male reader

[joaquinwhorres]

WIP Game

@sylviebell & @bobfloydsbabe both tagged me in this and honestly I have so many WIP's that I felt way too overwhelmed to do this until I remembered that this is the internet, and I can make my own rules.

THE RULES: Post the names of all the files the files you're actively thinking about in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like.

» tailspin (4) song?? ('mickey "fanboy" garcia x oc)

» get him back - jake seresin (jake "hangman" seresin x reader)

» fake dating bob (bob floyd x reader)

» kiss it better || ideas (javy machado x oc)

» ocean city au (javy machado x oc, rooster bradshaw x oc)

» hiraeth || ideas (tommy miller x oc)

» crooked wood || ideas (george weasley x oc)

» the fool (9) wheel of fortune (fred weasley x oc)

» jordolph au (5) new years (lee jordan x oc)

» patron saints || ideas (joaquin torres x oc)

» are you nervous (ash garver x oc)

Can you tell I follow a general naming format?

TAGS w/ PRESSURE: @ereardon @yanna-banana @rae-gar-targaryen @veetlegeuse @demxters @tongue-like-a-razor @buckys-estrella

TAGS w/o PRESSURE: @fanboyswhore9 @roosterforme @notroosterbradshaw

#fun and games #wips

[bluebirdsboi]

MCU Masterlist | Last Updated: 8/13/23

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋| Character on hold = 🔒 

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Augustus “Pug” Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

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Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

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Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

The New Guy 🥰(🥵) | 📘 | 💙

Dane Whitman (Kit Harington)

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Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

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Druig (Barry Keoghan)

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Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal) | 🔒

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Grant Ward (Brett Dalton)

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Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

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Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

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Ikaris (Richard Madden)

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Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

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Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

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Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

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Leo Fitz (Iain De Caestecker)

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Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

He Won’t Have You 🥵🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Solace 🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox) | 🔒

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Namor (Tenoch Huerta Mejía)

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N’Jadaka (Killmonger) (Michael B. Jordan)

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Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

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Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

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Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

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T’Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

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Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

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Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

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Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

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#marvel #MCU #masterlist

[cloveroctobers]

no worries at all! i was just kinda thinking a fic where the reader and oj are dating and it’s around the time weird stuff with the alien starts happening around the ranch and one of the times that they hear the screams and the power goes off the reader has a panic attack. i would love to see how oj reacts and i’m sure emerald’s reaction would be pretty funny too haha THANK U!

HOW OJ REACTS TO YOU HAVING A PANIC ATTACK !

A/N: I wrote this in headcanon form since if I tried to write a fic, then this probably wouldn’t be out for another two weeks tbh! Hope you enjoy!

First things first, you weren’t keen on OJ leaving the ranch to go after lucky.

You knew how deep his connection was to all of the horses but at a time like this? When things were surely but shortly turning into hell on earth…you were completely against it.

You pleaded with OJ not to go but he did his best to reassure you that he would be back in no time.

“Whatever y’all do, when it comes…don’t look at it.” He warned the three of you, hand resting on the door knob.

Em rolled her eyes, “you don’t gotta tell me twice! Since you don’t ever listen to your favorite sista, why don’t you listen to y/n and stay yo ass in the house?! It’s not like you know how to stay far from the ranch anyways!”

Angel even threw in his own two cents but when did either of the Haywood’s let the words of the monotoned twenty something year old phase them?

So you watched OJ leave, holding back the breath in your lungs because you sure as shit didn’t want to be out there

it didn’t feel right.

Which is why, yeah that was your man and you were supposed to stick beside him! But your instincts told you to stay tf in the house.

So here you were watching the man you love go after part of his peace.

You were a nail biter, no matter how much hot sauce, salt, or jalapeños your grandmother placed on your nails when you were younger could stop you

Sure it did for like a day or two but that only resulted in another bad habit, pulling at your hair. You could just hear the petite woman—with very heavy hands clicking her tongue down at you right about now.

Sorry grandma, shit was getting crazy around these parts and you were more terrified with another being in the sky right now!

The ticking from the grandfather clock in the hallway didn’t calm you, from em pacing the floor trying to find service—it wasn’t the best up here anyways, to Angel peeking out the window with wide eyes at the weather rapidly changing…did not make you feel any better.

The tv screen proceeded to skip channels on its own, only increasing the beat of your own heart rhythm as you witnessed such.

“Oh hell no.” Emerald kicked the button to the old tv off with her foot as she glanced at you and Angel before messing around with her phone again

The quiet only made the anxiety increase as you could now faintly hear a spluttering sound…a sound you heard once before

“Angel…” you started since he was the closest to the door, “is OJ out there?”

Angel stepped back from the door, “n-n-no but it is.”

“What?” Emerald questioned, you could hear the slight panic in her tone.

The pressure that you previously felt in your chest did not compare to the power Jean jacket had.

The closer it got, your chest felt as if it was about to cave in and you clenched your eyes shut as you heard angel thud around, scrambling the house in search of some type of safety.

You felt the hands of em latch onto your wrist pulling you back towards the couch as she glanced around at the ceiling—feeling it’s presence too

Slamming your back against the couch, eyes clenched shut, and the touch of a Haywood’s…you hoped OJ was safe.

The spluttering sound you heard again

which gave you the impression that Jean jacket might just swallow you all up whole!

sweat began to drip down from the nape of your neck

You never thought much about dying and unfortunately you were stuck thinking about it in these next brief moments

You weren’t sure what possessed you to peek through your eyes but the shaking that did not come from your body must have told you to do so

When you saw it, the blood being thrown against the Haywood’s windows and oozing down the glass was almost enough to permanently stop you from breathing.

You couldn’t take your eyes off what you were seeing but you knew the two hiding in the house with you also saw the same.

It was the sudden horrifying screams from the Jean jacket and the spitting of random objects that followed, made your vision fail you

“Y/N?!” You heard em call to you, the fear written in her voice was enough to match the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing

There was nothing you could do, so you chose darkness.

You were unsure how much time passed before the sound of a horn blowing, made you peel your eyes back.

“C’mon, y/n,” Emerald was impatient as she left your side to pry the front door open, “Angel! Got damn it, Help me!”

That’s when another touch, a gentle one, came around your waist, began guiding you to your wobbly feet when you realized they were trying to get you to flee!

But you couldn’t find your voice although the frown on your brows was enough to show your concern.

“We gotta go.” Was all angel said to you, noting that you did not agree with this

Angel didn’t have that much of a secure hold on you as the three of you made it out to blood and belongings covered porch

Against your will, your eyes turned to the right and up at Jean jacket who was getting ready to hide behind its signature cloud.

It’s hunger must be satisfied…for now…

However you still found yourself slipping out of angel’s hold, making you scream as you became covered in dirt and blood.

Your eyes locked on Jean jacket who seemed to be almost smirking at you, before completely disappearing behind its cloud

Another touch, a much familiar one came underneath your armpits—dragging you to wherever as you never found your footing.

“Angel, drive.” OJ ordered as he sat in the back of Angel’s van beside you

His rough hands gripped your jaw, “y/n. Y/n?” He kept repeating as you kept looking anywhere but at the ebony skinned man

“Focus on me.” He now sat behind you, wrapping his arms securely around your ribcage, applying just enough pressure, “now focus on your breathing, palm to chest, count the beats. You’re fine, you’re with me. We’re alright.”

You easily followed Otis’ instructions, his lips by your ear as you silently did what was asked of you

With your head now resting on OJ’s collarbone you asked, voice hoarse, “where’s lucky?”

“Home for now.”

“Are you okay?” You found yourself asking, hand still resting on your chest

OJ hummed, still keeping a tight grip on a blood stained you, “as long as you are.” He pecked your temple, “ As long as you are.”

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#nope #nope 2022 #Jordan peele #nope film #oj haywood #daniel kaluuya #oj haywood x reader #em haywood #emerald haywood #keke palmer #Angel nope #angel torres #brandon perea #requested #nope x reader