summary: no extraterrestrial creature is getting in OJ’s way, not especially with you.
warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), jean jacket & a bloodbath scene + major character death but y'all safe tho, very brief mention of s-cide, a hint of angst but mostly a heart-stopping sexc time & some fluff, reader is jupe's shyer sister (blood or not is up to you!)
a/n: had this idea for SO LONG, but just never found a justification to post it because it was one of my 'bolder' works at the time of making it jkdakdhs BUT NO MORE! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!
» smut includes: possessively soft & sweet oj your protective beloved, unprotected s~ex (p in v), edging, 'good girl's, guided cow~girl position, coping with grief but not really (you'll see :>)
'And with how much OJ had given and given and given, putting himself aside, for once, he wanted to change that. That even in a horrible situation, he found you.' ;
You didn’t think there would ever be a time when OJ would comfort you from the presence of Jean Jacket looming over Haywood’s residence naked.
You had just lost your only family, albeit, an estranged one since he became addicted to the limelight. He treated you well, but you wished he had given up his need to be a star since the cancellation of Gordy’s Home. You’d come around to see his kids, and he’d occasionally hang out with you when he wasn’t busy thinking about fame, but for the most part, you and Jupe had nothing more than the ‘siblings’ title.
Even more so when you met the Haywoods and the existence of Jean Jacket, and when you confronted your brother, to put a stop to his suicidal attempts for public attention, that what had happened between him and Gordy before the animal got shot was ‘pure luck’, he didn’t listen to you.
To choose to revive one’s dead fame over their own family was your final straw, and your last words to Jupe were ‘good luck’ and to be careful before Em whisked you away as you teared up, offering you a spot at their house to help them solve the uncertainties with the aerial being.
You didn’t think OJ would come back with bad news days after, that Jean Jacket had sucked up everyone in the event, including Jupe, his wife and kids. He immediately held you tight when you finally broke down, because, at the end of the day, they were still your family. Your only family, now nothing more than victims of an extraterrestrial monster.
It shouldn’t been inappropriate to be making out and removing each other’s clothes upstairs when you were supposed to be grieving but there was something about OJ that you couldn’t resist.
The same way he felt about you.
You understood each other, in a way, having siblings of polar opposites, though he always pitied the relationship you had with your late brother. Em, despite her behaviour at times and her occasional jokes about putting Jean Jacket out to the world, OJ knew that like him, she would put family first. Plus, even with your shyness, you and Em got along very well, with the two of you respecting each other’s personalities.
You also took good consideration of animals’ behaviours, including his horses, and when he explained Jean Jacket’s tendencies to hunt the curious, you listened, just like he did when you poured out your feelings about the situation with Jupe. And with how much OJ had given and given and given, putting himself aside, for once, he wanted to change that. That even in a horrible situation, he found you.
So when you and OJ stayed home, touching and appreciating each other’s bodies as it rained away, the last thing any of you expected was Jean Jacket to return, hovering over the Haywood’s house.
Even as you mewled both out of fear and from the way OJ stilled his cock in you, you knew not to turn your head at the window, the gap of the curtain just enough to get a glimpse of the mysterious cloud. But you didn’t, and OJ, despite his own rapidly beating heart, comforted you. His arms remained around you, keeping you snug on top of him as he whispered in your ear.
“Good girl. Good girl.”
He held the back of your head to his chest, drifting your focus from the evil above to the pleasure he was bringing you, even as the behemoth dribbled blood from its victims from the fair down the farmhouse. He couldn’t risk you screaming over your late brother’s blood painting the walls outside, and if he was being honest, he was a little too far gone in the sensation, and you couldn’t find it in you to say you weren’t feeling the same way.
For once, you wanted what you wanted, to be loved and appreciated unconditionally, and it felt amazing to be with him. To feel the tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as he worshipped you the way he saw you, as morbid as it was to feel as such at that moment. To be reassured that he had you, that he would take the reins for you, so long that you would have him.
He moved slowly, to hear the wet slaps of your hips and your little moans directly in his ears and in return, to let you know of his desires growing for you, too, all while trying your best to ignore the groans above.
He had promised to keep you safe, to treat you the way you deserved, and as horrible as he was to say it, Jean Jacket, out of everything it had done, it did everyone a favour by devouring Jupe, including starting a new life for you, and it would only further cement your beginnings with the Haywoods, with OJ, once Jean Jacket would finally be dealt with.
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» a/n: I don't care how short it is, I'm just so happy I finally got to share this 'crazier' idea with y'all! another form of appreciation for another underrated character!! ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡
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!
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.
CW: BLOOD MENTION, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO Y/N MENTIONED
angel torres x reader (platonic or romantic idk)
platonic!haywood siblings x reader
-YOUR POV-
I gulped as I stayed under the tarp with Antlers and Angel. My palms sweating, knee bouncing and arms aching. I watch the clouds anxiously as I block out everyone talking, which wasn't the best idea considering I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. That's when Angel shook me back to life. I looked around. "Where's Antlers?" He pointed and got on the walkie, I turned.
"Hey, guy, uh- Antlers just said some weird cryptic shit and is heading up the hill-"
My whole body raced with adrenaline as I watched Antlers go up. Some part of me wanted to go up and stop him but if Jean Jacket got to him before I did then I'd be sucked up, too. And I couldn't do that to Angel. Not after all he's been through. I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating till Angel grabbed be and patted my back, reassuring me that it was all gonna be alright.
I didn't believe him.
I knew I shouldn't believe him. The knot in my stomach got tighter as I heard Antlers get swooped up and screaming. I shut up eyes tightly and then the whole tent started moving. Something hit me in the head, hard and big. My vision went blurred as I felt myself fall down the hill. I didn't know what happened next.
-ANGEL'S POV-
I rolled down the hill with them, panting and groaning. I turned to them, limp and blood rushing down their face. I quickly crawled to them, wrapping them up in tarp and barbed wire. I apologized softly to them, holding their head to not make em bleed more. I kissed their forehead gently and held them. "I'm sorry-" I whispered. "When this is over, I'll take you our on a date, I promise." They didn't respond, I didn't expect them to. I gulped. "A-and- we can go see that movie you wanted to watch... get popcorn and drinks." I laughed at the thought of us getting kicked out cause we were laughing too loud. I held them tightly. "I promise-"
Emerald was yelling at OJ and I listened as everything went a little quiet. I peaked out and noticed Jean Jacket, OJ, Emerald weren't there. I got out of the trap and was carefully not to hurt them. I wouldn't forgive myself if I did. I tore a piece of fabric from my shirt and wrapped it around their head. God damn, my leg hurts. It was a while but I turned and saw Jean Jacket. But, it looked more like a monster created by Lady Gaga now.
I stood up as I watched Jupe's balloon go up, I watched Jean Jacket inhale it an explode. I gasped and stated. It was over. All the pain. All the blood. It was over. I gently picked up them up and made it to my van, I set them in and drove them to the hospital before the news got there, praying Emerald and OJ were alright.
-YOUR POV-
I woke up to a blinding light, my head and my back hurt bad. I squinted and looked around after my eyes got used to the light. Was that Emerald and OJ? I smiled a bit.
"Aye! There's my favorite person!" Emerald laughed as she gently shook my shoulder. "You took a bad hit, man, glad you're okay." She smiled.
"Thanks, Em- Hi, OJ." I greeted. He waved. "Angel's out grabbing you snacks." "Angel's here?" My eyes lit up, the two giggled. I waited, staring at the door. It finally opened. "I got you cinnabun, OJ, took me awhile to find avending machine with some in-" we stared at eachoher for awhile before he set down everything on a table and ran to me, he (carefully as he could) hugged me, tearing up a bit. I teared up too as I squeezed him. "There's the dork of the hour." I commented.
He laughed, Emerald got up and hugged the both of us, eventually we convinced OJ to join the group hug.
╰┈─➤ 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷: Not every miracle is a good one, but you were, to angel. Even if you were cold and distant to him, he could always keep trying.
Nope x reader [insert]
Note 📝: it’s that time, I’ve been waiting to do this for awhile but was so hesitant to actually do it, so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
Chapter two
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨
| 2 Months ago. |
You stared at your mom’s dead body, just sitting there. In silence. You barely even remembered what happened, one minute she was talking to you and then the next thing you know she was bleeding.
You had took her to the hospital and tried to figure out what it was, weirdly enough there was objects flying on the ground that day.
You stayed there till day and night, you just felt numb. She was gone, your father was gone too, you had no one.
She was gone. You just had to accept that. As much as you tried to revive her there was nothing you could do.
| Present |
You were at the cash register, well, you worked in a store now- mostly for cameras or whatever. At least you had a job that paid you every hour.
Em and oj came up to you, placing boxes down on the counter, you’ve known them for a long time but never really talked to them as much.
“Hi. Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you’re looking for today? If not give your store experience a rating from five to zero and we’ll get back to you in a jiffy.” You said in a monotone voice, em and oj exchanged looks before turning back to you.
“Did someone get on your nerves or somethin’? Sounding real gloomy over there (Y/n).” Em said, you sighed and shrugged.
“I’m doing just fine.” You replied, then angel walked over to the three of you, you let out a groan and continued to scan their supplies.
“You guys need help with the installation or..?” He questioned, Em shook her head, “No, no, no, no, no. Thank you. Appreciate you.” Em replied.
Angel sighed, “All right, uh, no help with the install. Suit yourself.” He chuckled, once you were done scanning their items you placed them in a bag.
They were talking about something and you stared off into space for a minute, you’ve always done that ever since your mother died..it was common for you.
You felt someone snap their fingers in your face, breaking you out of your trance, “Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?” Angel said as he kept snapping his fingers in your face.
He kept doing it but he knew you were staring at him, he just wanted to know if you were here or not.
“Angel, stop.” You said and he did, you felt his hand on your shoulder, you probably didn’t feel it from being in a trance or day dreaming.
“Dude, your hand.” You said, slapping his hand off your shoulder, he let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I was just going to let you know we’re heading to the Haywood’s house, wanna come? By the way can we take your van?” He asked, you nodded.
“sure.” You answered.
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You slammed the back of the van doors open, “Damn. Did not know you guys were this far out.” Angel said, starting up a conversation.
“Mm-hmm.” Oj hummed in response, you grabbed the boxes out of the van and placed it on the ground.
Then Angel let out a yell, you ignored it and rolled your eyes, why was he even yelling for?
“You’ll startle the horses for gods sake. Don’t yell.” You said, then you let out a sigh escape your lips, it was too hot out here and you were sweating like crazy.
You saw em walking away and Angel called you over to show a picture of his ex-girlfriend.
“Her name was, uh, Rebecca Diaz. Yep, keep an eye out for her. She’s an actress, model, you know? She booked a pilot on The CW, so…Yeah, fucking left me.” Angel explained, you rolled your eyes and walked off.
“Uh..hey, wait- where you going?” He asked, you ignored him and walked into the Haywood’s house.
*#1: NSFW is gonna be a no sorry it makes me a bit uncomfy but dirty jokes and mentions will be in some writing depends
*rule #2: if you ask for a request, don't expect it to be out that same day or within the hour. I'm probably procrastinating or to busy depends, don't be rude to other anons and their requests etc. Requests are always open unless said
*rule #3: no incest please 🚫. I can do platonic
*#4: you can ask questions bit not personal ones and if it doesn't seem personal but I still don't want to answer please don't be pushy or I will shut down my request page and you will ruin it for everyone.
*#5: no hate on my posts please
*#6 I will do poly like character x reader x character no ships this is a character x reader blog, sorry❤
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The mᥱ᥆ᥕ-ძ᥆ms:
Black butler
Bna
Resident evil games
Batman games
Dc
Marvel
Dark deception
Tssm
USM (ultimate spiderman)
Some things wrong with sunnyday jack
John doe
House hunted
Red dead redemption 2
Rottmnt
2012 tmnt
Fnaf
Disney villains
Twisted wonderland
Repo! The genetic opera
The evil within (first one I have yet to play the second one )
The devil in me
Genshin impact (I'm not so good with the lore so please forgive me)
Cuphead (I'm in and out of the fandom)
Ducktales
Darkwing duck
Supernatural (though I'm only on season 6)
Undertale (most aus
Deltarune
iZombie
Bee and puppycat
Arcane
HxH
Some slashers (Hannibal 1991, Pennywise 1990 & 2017)
Hocus pocus 1 & 2
Hazbin hotel
Helluva boss
Ps4 spiderman
Btas
Ghostbusters
The real Ghostbusters
People busters
Nope
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I can do genderbends
Romantic, platonic, & friendship stuff I can do as well
Yandere content I will do but I might not be amazing at it
I can do most readers but it really depends on the reader I'm doing, if I say I can't/won't be able to do it PLEASE don't take any offense by it I either don't know how to write that reader or just don't have any experience with it so forgive me.
Desc: Your name is Charlie Voir. You're a young woman living near Haywood Ranch, and you really can't handle the sounds in the sky. Even worse, your boss at Jupiter's Claim seems more and more fishy by day. You can't stop crying- it's basically genetic for you. But everything gets a little easier when you meet OJ. A silent, reserved man who just understands you, and the mystery of Haywood Ranch.
-- Here's a snippet, link to the fic below! --
“Hey, OJ.” You wave, your hand barely moving.
He flashes a peace sign at you, nods, and if it was anyone else, you’d be hurt at such a minor response. But OJ has always been quiet.
This was basically an example of his garnering of goodwill, especially seeing as he wasn’t all that social as of late. The Haywoods both struggled with the loss of their father, but it was and is upsetting to see OJ’s eyes darken everyday.
OJ can hardly look at people on a good day. He’s incredibly introverted, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like people. He just has a different way of showing it.
With you, though? OJ finds himself looking a little closer. Maybe not at your eyes, because somehow your pupils are filled with such honesty, such a clear, vulnerable understanding of what he’s going through, it nearly causes grief to ricochet all over his body in aching agony again. He doesn’t want that.
He’s almost irritated that you look so kind. Not in a way where you want to save him. More like you just get it, get the creepy feeling of the thing in the clouds, the overwhelming sensation from the sounds and the screams in the skies, and how even when things are normal- you’re still hearing those things inside. You know something is up, but neither he nor Em have validated that yet.
That kind of vulnerability is hard for him to accept at this moment, so he accepts these little dalliances where you take a glance at him, and he looks somewhere at your left shoulder, and maybe if he squints, it’s something special. It probably doesn’t mean anything to you.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Sorry for the aggressively long wait! This is a very long fic (about 12k words) and it is a slow burn. I hope people like it :)
