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𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you and Angel might have gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe that's what you want him to think.

pairing. angel torres x reader

word count. 2.8k

genre and warnings. +18 MDI, Haywood!fem!reader, incel!Angel, movie canon(mostly), adhd and autism head canons, sibling!trope, masterbating, voyeurism, pwp, porn with plot but barely plot, mentions sub/dom | — I NEED MORE ANGEL TORRES FICS ON HERE.

After their father’s strange passing, the Haywood siblings planned to meet back at home.

The eldest daughter, Y/n, heard about her father's death through a blunt and simple phone call from OJ, her older brother, who would usually only text her when the holiday or birthday came around.

Y/n didn't know how to stomach the news of being away from the small town and living in the cities for so long that mentions of the ranch were almost foreign to the ear.

She also didn't know how to feel knowing that OJ had even waited a few weeks after their father's death to finally settle with calling her.

Y/n felt like a shit daughter for not even knowing about the funeral that had passed the same night she was out at the club celebrating the free shots with her girlfriends while her own brother was suffering all alone at that ranch.

The phone call alone was enough to get her to pack her bags. She knew OJ needed her even if he didn't say it.

She just knew, hopping onto the first plane that she could get on such short notice out of the city and back to the dustball of land that she once called home.

Y/n had spent most of the plane ride blaming herself. His cause of death just not making any sense made her anxieties worse.

A huge part of her feeling guilty for kicking rocks the moment she came of age was regretfully purposely applying for colleges out of state, being an angsty teenager wanting to be as far away from her family as possible.

The moment that Y/n had stepped foot off the plane, her iPhone buzzed from the pocket of her sweater, some of the notifications even chiming, causing a pause in her music, not letting the poor Baby Keem song play without the iMessage bling cutting into every lyric.

the family group chat blowing up with messages, Y/n scrolled through the new notifications of Emerald's sending voice memos instead of texts, while OJ would respond with simple one-word replies or even emojis.

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the two’s back and forth.

Y/n: plane just landed, be there soon.

Em: FINALLY !!

OJ: 👍🏿👍🏿

When Y/n had gotten to the ranch, the sun had already set. She was polite enough to not make the cab driver take her past the long driveway that stretched all the way to the ranch.

She handed the man a hefty tip for being the one out of many taxis she called to take her all the way out there before shooing off to enjoy the rest of his night.

Y/n dragged her suitcase the rest of the way down the dirt road. She trudged her suitcase with one hand while searching for her phone in the overflowing pockets of her sweatpants, only to press the power button and receive no response.

The closer she got, the more she could hear the loud music blasting from the windows of the wooden home.

The woman almost jumped out of her skin, noticing the horse running straight past her towards the stables.

"Where there's a horse, there's an OJ." Y/n muttered the saying into the dark night. It was something that the Haywood girls would say to tease their older brother growing up.

The atmosphere in the ranch seemed to have changed; something different, more uneasy about it as Y/n changed her pace, turning around in search of the runaway horse.

A shudder ran down her spine as the overhanging lights in the stable seemed to drain their beam of light, halting her from taking another step inside of the horse stable.

"Oh, what the fuck," Y/n shouts as if she were scolding the lights for acting up.

Not taking another step into the stables seemed to be a perfect idea, turning her head and spotting OJ’s and the lights of his four-wheeler at the near end of the property gate.

Staring up into the sky, she didn't want to ask, nor was she even at the distance. watching him stare from the sky at her as if the woman standing in the field wasn’t real.

"Your ass gone stand there all day?" There was no harshness behind her question, despite her yelling tone echoing off the flat land.

The greeting was enough for OJ to drive the four-wheeler close enough to let Y/n throw her suitcase in the back and hop into the passenger seat.

"You should of seen the lights in the stables." Y/n groaned, "Shit looked like something outta a horror movie. I'm not playing man."

There were no formal greetings exchanged between the two, no hugs or handshakes despite the siblings not seeing each other in a number of years; the conversation between the two picked up just like they hadn’t spent that much time apart.

That and since Y/n had grown up with OJ, she knew he wasn’t really much for verbal communication.

She never held it against him, her and Emerald being the two Haywood siblings to talk off anyone's ear that would have the misfortune of listening.

"Aye! Em! You seen the lights too?" Not even parked yet, the woman was yelling at her younger sister who stood perched with her torso out the window.

"Yeah, I saw that shit, where the ghost?" Whatever happened was enough to spook OJ. The younger woman gave a glance towards him, staring up at something in the sky.

"What?" Y/n asked, bumping into his shoulder, wanting to know what he was staring up at.

"I don't know..."

Those were the three words that started it all, reviewing the security tapes from cameras that looked older than the dirt on the ground.

The look on OJ’s face was enough to get the two women in the room to grow with worry, knowing that their older brother was never one to express much of his emotions openly; it was odd to see him linger with such unsureness.

Taking the night to rest up in their old bedrooms, the next morning, rising with the sun with a game plan for the day.

"You know, I'm broke, right?" OJ shot down Emerald, who sat in the back seat rambling about things she could spice up the family business with.

Y/n, leaning up from the passenger seat, using her pointer finger to reapply a thin shear layer of gloss to her lips and skin, already suffering under the humid air, was happy that she didn't have to worry much about her hair being tucked away unbothered in long box braids.

"We’ll use my money." Y/n glanced at OJ, not bothering to turn her head as both siblings side-eyed the suggestion, sharing a knowing look before bursting out in a short laugh.

"Y’all shut up, look." leaning from the back seats and shoving her phone in Y/n’s face. She winced at the sudden brightness, making her eyes squint, pushing the screen away.

"Damn, turn your brightness down, grandma."

"Girl, shut up," Emerald chided in a very little sibling-like manner.

"The point is, a website like Cyber Dominion will pay five to a hundred K for photographic evidence of UFOs and shit." Y/n made a face of surprise towards OJ, knowing that he needed that money to at least stay stable.

Any hustle for business would be a good hustle.

"And that’s just what I saw on the first go." Emerald continued once she noticed she had pulled in their attention. OJ had a thing with eating and walking, and Y/n noticed it.

She also noticed that once Emerald would get hooked on something, there was no way for anyone to power her off. Both having their own quirks, personalities, and traits yet so similar.

"Now that I'm thinking about it, fuck Cyber Dominion." Emerald rambled, from the car to the store aisle, with theories and thoughts. The two other siblings were used to it.

"This shit right here is a moment, our moment. We set it up, released it the right way. I'm talking rich and famous for life." powered on, nothing could stop her now.

"How you doing?" Except for herself, Emerald pauses her rambling to give a flirty smirk to a passing woman. "You look pretty."

Y/n paid only a little mind to the conversation, her right ear poking out of her headphones to give the impression that she was listening as the other speaker blasted music.

She stayed in front of the shopping cart, her arm reaching back to drag the buggy on its wheels behind the trail of her sneakers, her eyes scanning over the items displayed along the isle, nothing really catching her eye in terms of ‘UFO sighting gear', not that she knew much about them in the first place.

"Excuse me, I can help you over here." A bored-looking employee caught the trio's attention from the help desk.

He hunched over, not thinking much of him or the fact that his eyes were quick to check out Y/n from her spot beside the cart.

"Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you're looking for today?" His tone didn't seem to let up even while he was scanning the items OJ placed on the counter.

"You have a pretty name," Y/n’s compliment seemed to set him off more.

Angel lifts his uniform lanyard and mutters a thank you without making much eye contact, instead glancing at the wide variety of cheap security gear pulled from the cart.

"What happened? Did you guys get robbed?" He asked with genuine sounding curiosity.

“Mm-Hmm.”

“Why do you care?”

“Yeah, you know.”

Spoken at the same time from the siblings, "Well, all these new cameras, they have a backup battery power." He dragged the end of his sentence out, typing information into his company computer.

"But the outages affect the power in the battery shit too, like cell phones," OJ informed him.

Angel looked tickled by the new information, almost as if he were speaking to elderly people who had never witnessed technology a day in their lives.

"Okay, all right." His cocky and ignorant start had already earned a grimace from Y/n as she shifted her weight to lean against the cart.

"Cell phones, they don't just drop in power. Right? I mean, maybe your wifi dropouts whenever your system dips—"

“Ight pretty boy, just get to the point.” Y/n cut off her hand pointing in his direction as the sibling stood in silent agreement, making the blonde glare at her with an equal amount of annoyance.

"My point is—I don't know, maybe you're just in some UFO hot spot or something." With even more sarcasm than his first comment, neither Angel nor Y/n backed down from whatever passive-aggressive argument they had formed in the short amount of time.

"No believes in that." Emerald chuckles, Angel practically crumbling under the weight of the glare that both the Haywood sisters were giving him.

★ . . . !

The moment that Angel made it back to work from the ranch, the Haywood siblings were all he could think about.

He spent the rest of the shift monitoring their home cameras from his desk. He was left alone with the two monitors in front of him.

It took awhile for Angel to in fact catch on that Y/n was flirting.

The woman was rather aggressive if anything, but every snarky comment and sarcastic reply always seemed to be followed by that same mischievous smirk.

While he was setting up the cameras, his body would respond before his mouth.

It didn't help that she was the first woman that had even shown interest in him since his breakup with his ex-girlfriend who practically ruined his image of ever falling in love again.

But he wasn't doing this for Y/n; that would be morally wrong.

The promise to his boss that he would be closing up soon was broken an hour ago as time continued to pass.

He was in too deep, using the arrow keys to constantly switch through every surveillance angle he could get around the home.

His fingers follow a repetitive pattern: camera one, then camera two, camera one, camera two.

It was a boring and long pattern, and his eyes were searching for something, anything to keep him entertained for the rest of the night.

Getting up to stretch his legs, he snatches a bag of chips from the vending machine in hopes of getting rid of the numb feeling of pickling in his legs from sitting too long.

As Angel plopped back down in his seat, he played around with the angles of the camera out of boredom, checking how far it could zoom and if the bolted swivels allowed him to get a full 360 view of the land.

What he didn't expect to see was to see Y/n lounging in her bedroom, laying on her twin-sized bed across from her open bedroom window.

She was dressed in comfortable sleepwear, some oversized shirt that swallowed her frame, peeking from under what seemed to be old shorts from how they squeezed around the plush of her thighs.

Angel knew it was a huge invasion of her privacy to be watching her mindlessly swipe through her phone that faced away from him, leaving him guessing what she was doing.

"What are you doing?" Nessie asked in her usual creepy manner, somehow appearing in front of the desk without Angel even taking notice of her.

The male was quick to tab out of the cam view, not wanting his coworkers, let alone anyone, to find out that he was breaking company protocol to peep on some girl he was fascinated with.

“What—nothing, what are you doing?”

Nessi only responded with a simple shrug, her bored expression and blank eyes not giving any indication of his dirty little hobby. "I'll be in the back, tell me when you close." were her departing words as she stepped away, disappearing through the store's isles.

When he tabbed back, everything seemed normal outside.

He actually remembered to check up in the sky where the camera was originally supposed to be pointed before swerving back towards the bedroom window, the sight of what he saw making his breath hitch.

The grainy camera feed displayed Y/n still lying with her back against her mattress, but in a shifted position where her legs were spread apart under the blankets.

Angel wasn’t stupid. He knew he had caught the woman pleasuring herself.

If he were as good of a person as he considered himself to be, he would have let Y/n have her privacy, turned the camera, and watched the sky... but the sudden pulse in his dick made him think otherwise.

Watching as her head tilted back in the bliss of what her fingers were doing out of view, Angel leans closer to the screen, staring into the pixels he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from.

A groan was pulled from his throat as he buried his face in his hands. "What the fuck am I doing?" was the question that lingered on his lips.

As he leaned back in his office chair, his curious fingers twitched against the denim of his black jeans, as did his growing erection, which strained against the material.

His hands unbuttoned the front of his pants, trembling as he pulled down the zipper.

A sharp sigh pushed from his chest before he could catch himself, as the touch of his fingers against his own begging length paired with the full shot of Y/n setting down her phone to fondle her breast under her shirt was enough to almost drive him up the wall.

As his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the cum that leaked from his tip coated his fingers, and his breath was heavy as he watched her back arch against the mattress, her lips parting, and her eyes squeezed shut.

Angel tries to keep pace, his hips bucking in rhythm to the way Y/n’s arm would flex, toying with herself under that cursed blanket. He wanted to see everything, to hear her moan.

The thought of the woman even touching him in general enlightened something in him, the build up of his orgasm finally bubbling over as he cums into his fist, still stroking himself, turning into a whimpering mess as he refused to tear his eyes away from the screen.

He imagines his name falling from her lips, her degrading words forcing him into submission.

He wanted to be just for her, to please her enough for that spine shutter glare to soften just a bit for her to praise him.

When Y/n finishes, her legs drop flat against the mattress, her chest rising with each breath that she should take from her open mouth.

Angel is jolted at the eye contact she makes with the camera. Still catching her breath, one arm reaches into the air and forms a middle finger.

His eyes widen as the woman stands up and stalks towards her bedroom window; before she can yank her curtains closed, she pouts her lips out, blowing a teasing kiss towards the lens before falling silently into laughter.

"That was so hot of her" Nessi input from behind him.

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taergalive · 2 years

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(I’m writing these thoughts as a white woman. If any POC and especially women of color can add to this or even correct me where I’m wrong, please do so. But honestly I was trying to sleep and these thoughts were keeping me up)

Also beware vague spoilers

I saw Nope yesterday, and it’s been on my mind ever since. I read a lot of posts that make the connection of how animals are treated and how poc are treated in media (and in general let’s be honest). Part of me hates this comparison because it feels dehumanizing toward poc, but then I realize that’s the point. How they’ve always been a spectacle to white media. Even before movies, we had minstrel shows where white people in black face would depict black people as silly and happy-go-lucky. We had circuses that would take wild animals and not only put them on display but also train them to perform tricks. I also think of people like Thomas "Blind Tom" Wiggins, a black man who is believed to have had autism. He was born a slave, and because he was blind, he didn’t do work outside. When he was 4 years old, he learned how to play the piano by listening to his master’s daughters playing. By the age of 5, he composed his first song. His owners put on shows and toured him around, making a ton of money off of him. They even compared him to a trained animal.

So obiviously there’s a lot there. But I also noticed the movie deals with women, and especially women of color, and how they are portrayed in media. Though there’s only one prominent woman in the movie, Em, the movie highlights this with two other women as well. First, we have the unnamed, unmentioned Haywood mother. Maybe it was just me, but I never once questioned where OJ and Em’s mother was. I grew up on Disney movies; dead mothers are a dime a dozen. In fact, the only time I ever thought about their mother was the one scene where Em looks at the picture of who we can assume is her mother. It was then I realize we never spoke about her, never gave a reason for her absence. And like I said, dead mothers are a dime a dozen. How often does a movie start with a dead woman? You have the whole trope of “fridging”, where a woman is killed or harmed in some way, usually to give the male character a reason to fight. Maybe it’s just me, but when the camera focused on that photo, it really hit me just how accepting of the fact the mother was gone.

The other woman, who also isn’t in the movie but at least is named, is Oprah. At first I kind of just took it as a joke. The Oprah shot. Even Em makes fun of OJ for mentioning her. “Why do you love Oprah so much?” But the reference makes sense to me. As a white girl who grew up in the 90s, Oprah was THE black woman. She was constantly taught about during black history month. Born in poverty, able to raise herself up to not only a prominent and influential talk show host but also philanthropist who creates schools in Africa for young girls and has her own movie production company, television company, books, you name it. In the 90s, she’s who you thought about when you thought of successful black women. In the 2000s, it was Michelle Obama.

But let me talk about Em now. Poor Em. Even in my analysis, you were put last. Like I said earlier, she’s the only prominent female character in the movie. OJ is set up to be our main character, and for most of the movie, he is. Em is set up to be the supporting role. She even acts as comic relief next to the stoic OJ. In a weird, nonromantic way, she sort of reminds me of a manic pixie dream girl, trying to help OJ get out of his shell. But throughout the movie, Em turns the table on the supporting female role. She doesn’t dress for the male gaze, mostly wearing sports wear or baggy clothes. She’s flashy. She’s loud. She stands out in scenes rather than hanging on the sidelines or in the background. And as the movie progresses, she becomes more in focus. She talks about how her dad went all cowboy on her and wouldn’t let her train the horses, how she watched from the sides as OJ trained what was supposed to be *her* horse. Throughout most of the film, the focus is on OJ, but what happens when we get to the climax of the film? He names the creature after the horse Em was supposed to tame. During the climax, she starts off in the supporting role again, not out in the field with the guys but in the house monitoring the cameras. But when things start turning south and OJ isn’t able to do it on his own, she jumps into the fray. OJ hands the battle off to her, and in the end, she’s the one to get the Oprah shot. She’s the one who brings Jean Jacket down.

Sorry, this made much more sense in my head at 3am so I apologize if it doesn’t make much sense. I just couldn’t sleep anymore until I got these thoughts out.

#Nope 2022 #nope spoilers #Spoilers

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