#angel nope

[sunny-rants]

Angel Torres is truly a multifaceted character:

he’s The Guy In The Chair. the expert. the genre-aware character. he figured out The Cloud. but he also gives off major dude bro energy. he’s every customer service worker ever. talks like a depressed teenager who just shotgunned a red bull. overshared about his ex-girlfriend and then inserted himself into a ufo investigation. he watches the history channel after midnight. but he’s also a final girl. as soon as his car turned off he booked it to the house, grabbed a knife and hid under a table. I though my guy was a goner but dude tied himself up with barbed wire and a tarp and survived. I’m obsessed.

[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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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

[mcrmarvelloki]

Okay, the number one question I have about Nope. SPOILERS BELOW!!

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What was Jupe's plan if OJ and Em (and Angel) had taken him up on his offer to visit his friday show? Obviously we know it didn't end well anyway. But did he really expect OJ and Em to sit back while he essentially fed their horse to Jean jacket?? And also not expect OJ to suddenly want to know where the rest of his horses had gone?? Idk, it just didn't seem the best thought out plan

[leo-bandito]

ANGEL 💖💕💞💕💖💓💖💓💞💓💖💓💞💓

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

Angel: Okay, but I don't want to witness man-made horrors beyond my comprehension anymore.

[macaro-mochi]

Going into Nope I was kinda sceptical because I've never really been a fan of horror movies tbh and I still haven't watched Get Out and Us (they're on my list I swear) so I didn't know what to expect.

And then as the movie began I thought "oh, it's about an alien. there's nothing scary about that this'll just be fun"

But when the scene with Jupe and Jean Jacket happened, I had to eat my words.

You see, my biggest issue with usual horror movies is the jump scares and cheap attempts at scaring people with shock value. And that's why I loved Nope because Jordan Peele doesn't resort to any of those overused devices to fill the audience with absolute dread.

The contrast between the censored gordy scene right before Jean Jacket is seen swallowing and digesting the people at Jupe's show, followed by literally everything else like the screams and blood rain was amazing and he deserves all his flowers because Nope is such a breath of fresh air (ironically) in the horror film landscape.

It's also refreshing to see people of colour as the focus of this kind of a movie but that's a different discussion altogether so I'll just end here by saying this is how I feel about Nope:

[Image Description: Meme of a man with his hand on his forehead with the caption, "poetic cinema" /end Image Description]

[saphhhiree]

god he’s babygirl

[fromthehouseofgerber]

Ignore the fact that his mouth is fucked up but whatever

This is a really bad first impression of my art Sorry lol XD

[lovebooksforeverandever]

Now that enough people have seen Nope, I can finally say that Angel has the biggest Alexander Claremont-Diaz Energy ever. I can't unseen it.

[virgoingdownhill]

My thoughts onNope (spoiler alert)

okay okay I realize everyone and their mother is theorizing about Nope but I just saw it and I have an inherent need to share my personal theories behind the characters and their motivations

Antlers. His whole life is the film industry. He’s been doing this for a very very long time and is obsessed with filming the interesting and impossible. In the movie, he’s seen taking medication from a prescription bottle when he’s on the ridge with Angel. It’s a very quick shot, but it’s significant. I believe that Antlers is terminally ill, which is why he’s there. He knows this is likely his last chance to get the impossible and is willing to even die and destroy the footage if that means it is meaningful. The impossible is likely to get destroyed in the act of capturing it because it is inherently impossible. Antlers wasn’t doing this to be a selfish Hollywood professional, he was giving his last moments a meaning in a world where people are constantly struggling to be relevant in a meaningless society. 

Angel. Angel is valuable for his tech expertise. His girlfriend left him because he wasn’t the most useful thing around for her anymore. He came into the Haywood’s lives because his tech knowledge was needed. But what saved him wasn’t his tech knowledge, it was himself, his mind. While his character arc wasn’t heavily focused on, I saw Angel using the barbed wire to save himself as an extremely important plot point for him because it signified him breaking out of the mold he’d always been in. He stopped being the tech guy who just hands around and started being Angel. 

I have so many more theories about Em and OJ (also Jupe but who doesn’t have theories about Jupe) but ill probs post those later 

[einno-arko]

OJ: UFO! UFO!

Em: Whoa! Dude, stop yelling you’re breaking up…I didn’t catch that last part.

OJ: CLOSE ENCOUNTER! CLOSE ENCOUNTER!

Angel: Close encounter? What kind? First? Second?

OJ: THEY’RE AFTER ME!

Angel: Third kind already? You better run man, I think the fourth kind has a butt thing.

Em: Empathy, Angel. Empathy.

[sunny-rants]

yeah the social commentary and underlying themes were great but what really made me love NOPE was the chaotic lesbian, her quietly hilarious brother, the scrunkly little customer service worker they adopted, and the eldritch horror that followed them home like a stray cat

[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.

[ghostlynimbus]

If anyone has any oj/angel fic recs I would love them.

[spooksier]

what’s a bad miracle?

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

Angel: What's a girl buying porno for? Yeah, what're you gonna use it for, huh? I dare you to tell me. Emerald: Masturbation!