Golden_Sunset

Hello!! I am so sorry for just responding to this. I am the worst with procrastination, so I’m trying to get through my requests. I love this ship! This did stray from the original plot just a little, and I hope that’s okay. Please enjoy :) 

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing: David x Michael

I tried to make them both oblivious to each other’s feelings, but I feel as though David is seen yearning for Michael a bit more. 

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Michael’s House 1987 11:39 p.m.

Michael couldn’t sleep. And sure, maybe he could’ve chalked it up to the humidity consuming his room despite the window having been closed all day. He could’ve.

If it wasn’t for a certain blonde’s face plaguing his mind every time he closed his eyes. 

Ever since his meeting with the rambunctious group of bikers, their leader, David, hadn’t left his mind. He hated to admit that his red face wasn’t just from the mysterious wine that had been shoved into his hands, but instead from David’s burning gaze. His heart’s tempo would speed up at the thought of him - something he would take to his grave. 

Michael tossed and turned, flipped and fluffed his pillow, yet he still couldn’t seem to relax. He collapsed onto his back with a frustrated huff, staring blankly at the ceiling. After having calmed down, he felt a pull in his chest, like he was longing for something. His mind started to get foggy, and thought maybe a night ride would help clear his mind. He sat up, slipping on a shirt and loose shorts, before creeping down the stairs, making sure not to wake anyone else up.

He walked out of the house, closing the door as quietly as he could. Walking the dirtbike away from the house, he started it up, taking off into the night.

Lost Boy’s Cave 1987 11:50 p.m.

The cave glowed from the many candles lit, echoes of the boys’ wild voices bleeding out into the ocean. Music blasted from the cassette player stolen off of their latest victims, the four celebrating a successful hunt.

Paul and Marko danced around the cave, high from whatever weed the first had scored that day. Dwayne was slouched against one of the ratted and decrepit couches, eye closed and stomach full. David was lounging next to Dwayne, his leg bouncing as his arms laid crossed over his chest. 

Sensing something wrong with their leader, Dwayne opened an eye and turned his head to David. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, his deep, monotone voice barely audible over the others’ laughter and music.

David looked over at Dwayne, shrugging dismissively. “Got none to share.” he responds. Dwayne hums, turning his head back and closing his eyes. “Where’s Star?” 

The blonde lazily pointed behind him. “Sleeping. Said she didn’t feel good. She’s probably disappointed that Michael wasn’t out tonight.” His tone remained level, but there was the slightest hint of edge. Jealousy perhaps? Threatened by possible competition? Thoughts like that hadn’t crossed his mind. But they had crossed Dwayne’s.

Dwayne hums again, trying not to smirk at David’s tone. Suddenly, the loud hum of a bike’s engine could be heard by the entrance, all vampires now alert. Just as Dwayne was about to stand, an arm collided with his chest, and he looked over to see Michael’s stern expression. He shook his head.

David sniffed the air, a wave of recognition washing over him. Suddenly, a figure wandered in from the cave’s opening, four sets of eyes tracking the intruder. David’s eyes widen when the person comes into the light. Standing in front of him was Michael.

Before he could say anything, Paul and Marko sauntered up to him. “Michael! What brings you here at this time o’ night? Miss us already?” Paul says joyously, clapping a hand over his shoulder.

“Wanna blaze? Just got some good stuff tonight.” Marko follows up with, offering Michael a new blunt. He looks between the two, politely shrugging them off. He looks up when he sees David stalking towards him.

“Hello, Michael.” David greets, his arrogant mask slipping on. Michael nods, “David.”

The two stand in front of each other, not saying a word. The three other vampires looked over at each other with confused looks, before looking back at the two. 

“Come to see Star?” David sneers, crossing his arms. “Your little girlfriend’s already asleep.” He said, trying to read the male’s expression.

David’s obvious jealousy towards Star didn’t go unnoticed by his brothers, but somehow completely flew over Michael’s head. Actually, Michael didn’t know why he was here. Up until his arrival to the cave, his mind had been blank.

“Have a drink with us.” Came Dwayne’s voice from behind Michael, holding up a six pack. Michael nodded, thankful for the distraction. 

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The guys were circled around the center of the cave, silence consuming them. Suddenly, Paul spoke up. “Hey, who’s everyone’s celebrity crush?”

All eyes turned to him, and Marki punched his shoulder. “The fuck do you think this is, a slumber party?” he asks, taking a swig of his beer.

Paul shrugged. “Everyone’s so goddamn tense. Well, I should say, Michael and David are tense. Probably because they both dig Star.” he says, not at all keeping his voice down.

A can flew from across the space, hitting him square on the forehead. The stoner cries out in pain, rubbing the now reddened spot as Marko bursts out into a fit of laughter. 

“How fucking immature are you?” David asks, wishing he had another can to throw Paul’s way. Michael looks over at David, not all that surprised at his actions. Where did Paul get such an idea from? Although very beautiful, he didn’t ‘dig’ Star, and as far as he knew, he didn’t think he’d done anything to warrant such accusations.

“I don’t like Star.” he started, gaining David and Dwayne’s attention. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous, but she’s not really my type.” 

“Who is your type then?” Dwayne asks, narrowing his eyes at Michael.

“I don’t really know. I mean, I guess I’ve always preferred blondes, but I’ve never dated anyone.” He admits, his face flushed from the confession. Marko let out a laugh, before gasping loudly and smacking a hand over his forehead. He dramatically falls into Paul’s arms.

“Oh woe is me! I’ve never dated! I’m a sad virgin!” Marko exclaims in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice. He then looks up at Paul, running his fingers through his hair. “My, My, what beautiful locks you have!” He continues, blinking up at the vampire. 

Paul laughs, pushing him off. Michael rolls his eyes, and David glares at them.

“Are you done?” Michael looks at the two unamused. “And just because I haven’t dated doesn’t mean I’m a sad virgin.” He says, trying to defend himself. David’s gaze remains forward, his heart squeezing at the words.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, and just as Michael was getting ready to leave, David stopped him.

“You shouldn’t ride home this late. Especially after a beer.”

Michael turned around, furrowing his brows. “What?”

David stayed silent for a moment. “I’m just saying, it’s probably not a good idea.”

“So, what? Are you going to let me crash here? If I’m not there by sunrise, my mom’s going to have a heart attack.”

The blonde vampire sighed. Letting him stay in the cave meant a death sentence for the four of them. “I’ll take you home.”

Michael shook his head. “It’s fine. I’m good to head home on my own.” He took the courage to gather his next words. “But I guess a riding partner would make it less lonely.”

David’s ear perked up at the words, and he got his own bike started up. Michael led David to his house, quickly shutting off the vehicles to prevent the family from waking up. Michael gave him an awkward wave, before disappearing into the home.

Just as Michael had settled into bed, a faint knocking coming from…his window? Thinking it was just his imagination, he goes to lay down, when there’s another knock. 

He kicks off his covers, walking over to the window and opening it. He stumbles back when David’s face comes into view. He sits on the windowsill, observing his room.

“What-” David zeroes in on Michael. The brunette walks towards him.

“What are you doing here? And how did you get up to the second story window?” 

David smirks. “I’m a great athlete.” Before Michael can respond, David lunges for him. Michael squeezes his eyes shut when he feels a pair of lips press against his own. 

As quickly as they were there, the warmth disappeared, and so did David.

Michael rushed to the window, looking around for any sign of the blonde man. The only sign that he was there was the distant roar of a bike, fading quickly.

Pairing: bully!Miguel O’Hara x brat!nerd!reader

Summary: Miguel O’Hara, the resident genius and playboy of Alchemex Academy, seems to have it all - the stellar grades, a full ride scholarship, plenty of girls, and a cute little thing to torment - you.  So why can’t he stand seeing you get insulted by some loser? He’s supposed to hate you, right?

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Insults,

A/N: Such a great request! I am so sorry for not posting/responding for so long. Hope you enjoy the read :)

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To say she disliked your organic chem class would be an understatement. She dreaded it. It wasn’t because of the immature freshmen, or the unmotivated professor, no. It was because of the student who sat in the far left corner of the lecture room, not paying attention to a single thing the professor was reciting.

To most, he seemed like the typical frat guy - the ones that didn’t have a single thing to worry about because mommy and daddy were paying for everything. All he had to do was pass his classes and all would be good.

However, this was Miguel O’Hara we’re talking about. Sure, he seems like a frat guy, but he’s the smartest student at the academy. And that absolutely infuriated y/n. Not that she really needed to be jealous of him. Her grades did rival his after all. 

And for whatever reason, Miguel couldn’t just leave that be. Oh no. How dare someone try to compete for his spot at number one? And why did this person have to be so breathtaking? Miguel at one point had thought about asking her out; an idea that had soon gone down the drain after hearing her reject multiple guys. Guys who were pretty attractive. But not as attractive as Miguel. He couldn’t give them credit for that.

So yea, maybe he did push her around a bit. And maybe he did find out where she worked from a friend of a friend, just so he could give her hell when ordering such specific drinks. And yes, maybe he did sleep with her roommate while she was trying to study for midterms, just because.

Long story short, Migurl O’Hara made it his life’s goal to torment y/n for as long as he deemed fit. 

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“Jones and Latchel! Ray and Thomas!”, the professor called out, reading from her paper. As more names were being partnered for the group project, y/n started to tap her pencil anxiously. If her counting was correct, there were only four students whose names hadn’t been partnered up, hers and Miguel’s included. She quietly groaned to herself, praying to whatever being was out there that she could partner up with any of the other two people there.

“Jacobs and Emmerson! O’Hara and L/n!”

Well, there goes wishful thinking. It wasn’t really the end of the world. She had to admit that Miguel wasn’t a partner who’d dump all his work onto someone. But maybe he would for her. How annoying.

“This spot taken?” a familiar voice asks, not waiting for an answer as he plops his bag onto the desk.

She responds with a short hum. 

“What?” Miguel asks, narrowing his eyes.

Y/n shrugs. “Didn’t think you’d be over here so quickly. Glad you missed me that much.” she teases, blinking up at him. He gives her a scowl in return, grabbing the rubric and looking over it.

“I would dump my work on you, but I’d like it done right, so I guess we’ll be stuck actually working together.”

The girl scoffs. “Right. This is coming from the guy who got a C on his midterms. That pussy whipped for my roomie? Guess your little sabotage plan didn’t work, because what did I score again? Oh right, an A+.” she snaps, looking over her own copy.

Oh how she loved rubbing that in his face. She always got a reaction from him every time. 

Miguel’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed as a smug smirk curled at the corner of his lips. “Congrats on the A+ princesa. Must feel good knowing grades are the only thing you’re good at.” He gives her a once over. “Too bad all that brainpower can’t land you a date, huh?” he hisses, his voice low.

Y/n laughs, turning to face him. “Actually, my brain power and good personality did land me a date. With Peter Parker - he’s your roommate. Right? At least I know that my looks aren’t the only thing that people are interested in. Unlike you.” she replies, smiling wickedly.

For a moment, his tough gaze seems to falter, before he turns to face the front. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get this project over with so I don’t have to talk to you anymore than I have to.” 

Y/n didn’t reply. She didn’t have to. Both knew who had won that argument.

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After class had ended, and the two exchanged numbers, they both agreed to meet up at the library to start on their project.

The campus library was usually empty on a wednesday afternoon, the only people being the librarian, and the coding club congregating by the computer tables. Y/n and Miguel sat at one of the tables in the back, not saying anything to each other unless absolutely necessary.

Despite hating each other, both had to admit that they worked pretty well together. As Miguel was discussing a possible topic for their project, someone walked up to their table. The two looked up to see someone from the coding club, fidgeting nervously. Y/n mentally groaned.

“Hey Y/n.” the person said, smiling sheepishly.

Y/n nodded, smiling politely. “Hi Nate. Anything I can help you with?” she asks, her leg starting to bounce under the desk. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. 

“Well…I was just wondering if you changed your mind about Friday? I know you said you weren’t a fan of horror movies, so I looked and they’re playing a rerun of Grease.” he stutters out, not sparing Miguel a glance.

“I already told you no, Nate. and my answer will remain the same. I’m flattered, but I don’t see you the same way, and I wouldn’t want to lead you on. Besides, I have a project that will be taking up a lot of my time.

Nate didn’t seem to like that answer, his brows now scrunched.

“Oh, come on! I’m a nice guy. I have a great rap sheet, excellent grades, and I’m a decent looking guy. Why can’t you just give me a chance?”

Miguel, now very annoyed and feeling weirdly protective, opens his mouth to speak, but y/n beats him to it.

“Your point? Miguel’s all those things, yet you don’t see me sucking his dick now, do you? Get a grip, man. You’re embarrassing yourself.” She says, pointing to the man next to her. He let out a quiet and offended, hey!. Before looking back at Nate.

Nate glared at her with a red face. “Tch. Whore.” he mutters.

As soon as those words come out of his mouth, Miguel shoots up from his spot, grabbing him by the collar. 

“Want to repeat that, tough guy? Think you actually deserve someone like her?” he asks, gripping the fabric of Nate’s shirt tightly. “I better not see you talking to her again, you hear me? Now, scram.” he commands, releasing the guy, and watching with a satisfied smirk as he runs off.

Miguel sits back down at the desk, heaving out a sigh. “Who knew you got such attention, princesa? Maybe I was wrong about you.” He teases, only looking back at her when she doesn’t give him a witty comment.

“y/n-”

“Shut up.” she says, not looking at him. “You had no business doing what you did. I could’ve handled it just fine.”.

He chuckles. “Oh really? Because it looked like-”

“What? Looked like what?” she interrupts again. “You don’t understand what it’s like to have to deal with shit like this. Every girl you go out with or sleep with doesn’t say shit like that to you. Everyone loves Miguel O’Hara. When you reject a girl, you aren’t insulted or accused of being a prude. Because god forbid a fucking nerd has standards, right?”

Miguel looked at her wide eyed, not saying anything as she started to gather her things. 

“We can reschedule later. I have to go.” She says, briskly making her way out of the library.

Miguel only had one thing in his mind - What. the. Fuck?

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By the end of the week, they had completed their project and submitted it, albeit with an awkward tension surrounding them every time they interacted.

Neither had brought up what happened at the library, and thankfully they wouldn’t have to talk to each other anymore.

Miguel was dying.

Well not actually, but it felt like it. Something about that day didn’t sit right with him. Like, how the whole time, he hated the fact that some piece of shit dared to insult you. More specifically, he hated how it bothered him so much. 

He also hated the stupid humming that was coming from Peter as he brewed his morning coffee. Why the hell was he so happy?

“Peter? What gives?” Miguel asks, flipping through channels on their shared tv. Peter chuckles and plops down next to Miguel. I scored myself a date! And with y/n. Can you believe it? I thought she would reject me, but she actually said yes!” he exclaimed, taking a drink of his coffee.

Miguel’s eye twitched. “You’re what?”

Peter just nods, not noticing the growing anger coming from his friend. “I know, right! We’re going to that new restaurant down on Sixteenth Ave. So you’ll have the dorm to yourself, man! Perfect for bringing over a hot girl.” He says, nudging his shoulder.

Miguel stands up, grabbing his keys. “I’ll be back.” he states, before leaving their dorm. The door slamming shut behind him. Peter flinches before shrugging and turning to the tv.

Y/n was lounging in her bed, scrolling through social media. She hadn’t been feeling the best mentally the rest of the week. Too mad at everyone to think straight. She contemplated many times whether she should block Miguel and ignore him forever. Unfortunately, him and his teasing wouldn’t allow that in a long shot.

Suddenly there was a knock on their door, her roommate announcing that she’d answer it. When she opens the door, she lets out a squeal.

“Miguel! It’s so good to see you again!” Her roommate exclaims, jumping into his arms.

What?

Why the hell was he here? But, y/n guessed it made sense. Her roommate and him did sleep together. 

“I’m actually here to talk to y/n. It’s for a project.” he tells her roommate. Damn these paper thin walls.

“Oh.” she says, dejectedly. “Yea, she’s just in her room. Come in!”

No don’t let him in, you idiot!

There’s a knock on her bedroom door. 

“I don’t want to see you right now. Scratch that. Ever.” y/n says, not moving from her spot.

“I don’t care.” Miguel replies through the door. She could already imagine his smug face right now.

She sighed, opening the door. She didn’t look like a complete mess - just pajama pants and a baggy shirt. “What could you possibly want?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“I wanted to talk to you.” he says, which earned him a nod to continue. “I…I think I like you.” he confesses, looking her in the eye.

Y/n’s mouth dropped open, before she shook her head. “You seriously came all the way over here for this? What kind of sick joke is this?”

Miguel stood there, not knowing what to say. Not having the patience, y/n moved to shut her door, but he caught it with his hand.

“Y/n. I like you. And I am sorry for how horrible I’ve been. I didn’t realize until my stupid roommate raved about going on a date with you that I finally realized how much of a fucking asshole I’ve been to you. Well, actually, it was when I had to scare off that punk in the library, but that’s in the past now. Please do not go on that date with Peter. Let me prove to you that I can be a man deserving of you.” 

Y/n blinks up at him, silent. “Miguel, I-”

“Forget it. I’m sorry, just forget all of this happened, yea? We can go back to hating each other.”.

“I don’t want that.” she says, quietly. “I don’t want to hate you, Miguel.”

He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “You, you mean it?”

Y/n nods. “I’m sorry too. I haven’t exactly been the nicest to you either…” 

He smiles and pulls her in for a hug, kissing the top of her head.

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“So, you did tell Peter that you weren’t going on the date with him anymore, right? Because he seems the same, not depressed or anything.” Miguel asks, leaning back against her bed. The two had officially started dating a couple days after his confession, and were now lounging in her room.

Y/n shrugs, plopping down next to him. “I told him that I couldn’t make it, but since the reservation was already set, I would send my friend instead. And they hit it off pretty well. Which is why, we have the dorm to ourselves tonight~” 

He looks down at her with dark eyes, leaning in to kiss her.

“Smart as always, princesa.”

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Who I Write For:

Stranger Things

Henry Creel

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

!If there’s a character you’d like to request that isn’t on here, don’t be afraid to ask!

The Lost Boys

David

Paul

Dwayne

Marko

Star

Michael

!If there’s a character you’d like to request that isn’t on here, don’t be afraid to ask!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

(Excluding pt. 8 - haven’t read yet)

All Joestars 

Jo-bros

Jojo Villains

If a character doesn’t fall into one of these categories I still most likely write for them

Manhwas 

Jinx

ENNEAD

Codename Anastasia

What I Write!

X Reader (any gender!)

Character x Character

Poly relationships

What I don't write!

I don't write these themes:

Smut!!

P*dophillia and R*pe - BIG NO

Hi there! I am so sorry for just posting this now, things have been kinda hectic. I hope I did your request justice!  I was having some writer's block with the plot, so hopefully, it’s okay!

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Spider-Noir x FemScientist!Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N is among the many non-spider people at Spider Society. Despite this, she’s somehow managed to befriend the mysterious Spider-Noir. However, convinced she’s stuck in the friend zone, a date with a certain cowboy may prove her wrong…

Not Proofread

Warnings:  Language (barely)

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Just another drab day at work. Clock in at five in the morning, try to get the first cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot and be sat in her office by 8:15.

And as usual, she’s right on schedule. Booting up the monitor, Y/N sighs quietly, mentally preparing for the long day ahead. As she checks her emails, a dark figure creeps up in front of her. 

Without bothering to look she mutters, “I haven’t even drank my coffee yet. Don’t ask me for anything.”. The figure chuckles softly, amused at her words.

“Guess you don’t want this hot, better quality coffee from down the street then, huh?” he asks. Y/N’s head shoots up, an apologetic smile creeping onto her face. “Sorry, Peter. Had a long night.” 

The spider hums at her response, handing her the cup of coffee. “Heavy workload today Angel Face?” he asks, plaopping down in the chair on the otherside of her desk.

Y/N felt a blush spread across her face. She really shouldn’t have this sort of reaction. He always gave her names like that. “Not really, Miguel’s been too busy trying to track down that Miles kid. So just answering emails and filing paperwork. Sorry you couldn’t catch him the other day, by the way. But I do understand where the poor boy’s coming from.”. She says, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Spider-Noir nods, his expression turning sour under his mask.

“Yea, it’s okay. Saw you and that cowboy talking yesterday. What did he want?” he asks trying to keep his tone monotone.

Y/N gave him a smirk, placing her head in her hands. “Why do you wanna know? Jealous?” she shoots back.

He lets out a scoff. “And why would I be jealous of you?” he snaps, his stomach dropping at his attitude.

She had to admit that his words stung. She mentally cringed, regretting poking fun at him. “It was,It was a joke, Peter. No need to get so offended.”. 

He’s in a stunned silence, trying to justify himself. Of course he’s jealous! Him and Y/N were close friends, and he wished more than anything that it could blossom into something more. And all of a sudden that pretentious Web-Slinger just waltzes in like he’s known her or years.

If it was any other spider he wouldn’t be as concerned, but Web-Slinger was known for his flirting amongst both scientists and spiders.

Her voice brings him back to reality.

“If you really want to know,” she starts, her tone quieter “He asked me if I was free this evening.” 

Spider-Noir sat tall. “He what?” he almost barks, his blood boiling.

“He offered to take me out to the new Italian place that opened up a couple blocks down. He says it’s a thank you for helping him clean the cuts he got while chasing Miles.” 

The dark spider’s shoulders tense. “Seems a bit fancy, doesn’t it Doll?” 

Now its her turn to scoff, rolling her eyes. “He’s paying, how could I pass up free food? And besides, you’re not jealous of someone like me.” 

He sighs, standing from the chair. “You’re right, I’m not jealous.” and with that, Spider-Noir walks out of her office, practically slamming the door.

Y/N was confused, frustrated, and angry. Clearly something upset him, but what? Was he that offended by her jesting? 

Shaking her head, she turns to her computer, staring blankly at the email filled screen in front of her.

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The day had dragged on longer than she would’ve liked. But with Peter giving her the cold shoulder all afternoon, time seemed to have slowed.

She sighs, packing up for the evening. She had about an hour before Web-Slinger, or Patrick O’Hara, would pick her up from her apartment.

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Maybe the food wasn’t worth possibly losing her best friend. 

Y/N mentally sighs as Patrick went on yet another tangent about his heroism. Her pasta now long forgotten, she makes glances towards the windows behind him, praying that Peter would show up.

A flash of grey and black.

What the…?

She blinks once, twice, before turning her attention back to Patrick. 

Eventually Patrick gets called to put a villain away in his universe, and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful.

Walking out of the restaurant, to go box in hand, the scientist makes her way to her apartment. So much for a ride home.

“I know you’re there, Spidey.” she says, not bothering to look behind her.

Spider-Noir makes an appearance beside her. “Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought, huh, Angel Face?” he asks, trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere.

“What are you doing here, Peter?” Y/N mutters, not hiding her scowl.

The two continue to walk to her apartment. “I wanted to apologize, Y/N.” he admits, now stopping in front of her door.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” she responcds passive aggressively, looking through her purse for her keys.

“Will you just,” he stops her hands with one of his, “listen to me? Please?” he begs, his voice soft.

She looks up at him expectantly. 

He sighs, “I was jealous, okay? We’re best friends, and I want to be more, but seeing that hound dog Web-Slinger just…It got on my nerves. You could do so much better! I am sorry that I snapped at you, and I’m sorry that I even took it out on you in the first place. I care about you, Y/N. I really do.” he confesses, not taking a breath.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and her face heats up. “You, care about me?” she asks.

Peter nods, stepping closer. “I do, Doll. I fell hard for you the first day we met.” 

Y/N smiles softly, looking up at him. Without a second thought, she reaches up to lift the bottom of his mask, mindful of possible passerbys. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He feels as though his heart had just exploded, quickly responding to the kiss. Peter bends her down dramatically, before pulling back up and releasing for air.

Panting softly, Y/N lets out a small cough. She holds up the to go box. “Wanna come in and share? It’s really good, and I kinda lost my appetite a bite in when Web-Slinger wouldn’t stop talking about his adventures.” she says, unabl to hide the smile the creeps onto her face.

Peter chuckles, nodding. “Why let good food go to waste?” he asks rhetorically, following her inside.

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The two sit cuddled up on the couch, a movie playing on the tv as they eat the leftovers.

“So does this mean we’re dating?” 

Y/N snorts and hits him playfully on the shoulder.

“Of course it does, Peter.”

Hi there, of course! I hope you enjoy the read! <3

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Henry Creel x FemByers!Reader 

Summary: Y/N Byers, her mom, Joyce, and Hopper sneak into Hawkins Lab to look for, and hopefully find Will. However, when Y/N separates from Jim and Joyce, she meets an odd character.

Not proofread

Warnings: Yandere Henry Creel, allusions of murder, dreams of world domination, the usual with Vecna.

PLEASE READ! So, this fic doesn’t follow the exact plotline. And thank you so much for @edb954 for making the request and for helping me with the plot!

Part: 1/?

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The stuffy closet felt like it was closing in on Y/N as she pressed her back against the wall. Then running footsteps of the Hawkins Lab guards echoed throughout the hallway, slowly getting softer.

Well, so much for sticking together. She thought to herself, praying that her mom and Hopper weren’t in the same predicament as her. 

They were supposed to stick together to look for Will. But no, one guard noticed them and they had to split off. 

Y/N pressed her ear to the door, sighing when she heard silence. She slowly opened the door, peeking her head out and scanning her surroundings. Stepping out, the Byers sister crept toward the end of the hall, listening for anyone else approaching.

Seeing that the coast is clear, she makes a run for it, hoping to find Hopper and her mom. 

“Umph!” she stumbles back, bracing herself for the hard floor. 

She opens her eyes. Where was the floor? Looking up, she gasps as she sees a blonde man staring back at her. He has a smile on his face, and somehow it’s unsettling.

His arms are wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her steady. Y/N quickly scrambles out of his grasp. 

“I…” she starts.

“You seem lost.” The man says, studying her. 

All she can do is nod dumbly, frozen in place. Oh, was she in for it now? He isn’t dressed like a guard. Maybe he was a higher-up? The all-white outfit suggests it. 

What would he do to her? Is he going to torture her? Kill her? What if he thinks she’s some spy?! 

He chuckles at her stunned silence. He can’t help but find her adorable. 

“Are you meeting someone here, miss?” he asks, his arms now folded behind him.

No, she can’t tell him the truth. But boy is she tempted to. The man is alluring, his gaze pulling her in. 

She takes a breath, standing taller. He doesn’t seem to be armed. Good, she has a taser in her jacket pocket if he tries anything. 

“I’m looking for my younger brother. He went missing, and I have reason to believe he’s here.” she confesses. 

He hums and nods, taking in her words. 

“Why on earth would you think he’s here?” 

“When we organized a search party, I went out on my own.” A lie. “I found his jacket by a hole in the fence surrounding the lab.” Another lie. “I figured he somehow made his way here and is being held hostage for some freaky experiment.” Not a complete lie.

Henry nods again. “I can help you look for him.”

What?

“What?” Y/N asks, not sure if she’s heard him correctly.

“I’ll help you look for your brother, Miss. He must be scared. All alone in a big place like this. If he’s even here.” he continues. 

He supposes it will give him more time with her. To…figure her out.

“Why…?” Y/N asks, uncertainty lacing her tone. 

He shrugs. “I may work here, but it doesn’t mean I’m fond of this place. The man in charge of this lab takes security very seriously. Even if your brother is young, he wouldn’t hesitate to rid of him.” 

Y/N can’t help but gasp at his words. Now she’s hoping that Will isn’t here.

He suddenly motions her to follow him, leading the woman through the maze of halls. 

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Somewhere in the upsidedown…

Henry sensed someone in the underground. A child. And the child was scared. He kept calling out to different people.

“Mom…?! Jonathan, Y/N…?!” the boys shouted, curling in on himself.

“Will?! Will!” another voice shouts, catching Henry’s attention. 

The boy perked up, looking around frantically. 

“Y/N! Y/N, I hear you! Where are you?!” he shouts, starting to cry. 

“Will, oh my god! Will, we’re going to save you!” This Y/N person shouted, sounding like she had been crying herself.

He was intrigued. Who was this, Y/N person? 

It didn’t take long for Henry to find out who she was. Will’s older sister, and a college student at Hawkins Community College. And she was…beautiful.

Henry knew right then, that he was going to have her. No matter what. 

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“Where are we going?” Y/N asks, trying to keep up with his pace.

He’s silent for a moment, before speaking up. “There is a place called the Rainbow Room. It used to be a place where test subjects had their free time. It’s very appealing to a young child. I suspect he could’ve hidden somewhere in that room.”

She covers her mouth in shock. “So they do experiment on children!”. Y/N can’t help but tear up, praying that Will hasn’t been caught. 

Noticing her frightened behavior, Henry places a hand on her shoulder. “It will be okay, Miss. We will find your brother.” he reassures her, smiling when she calms down.

“Thank you,” she mumbles quietly. “I never got your name…” she says as she looks up at him.

“Peter, Ballard.” He answers. “And your name, Miss?” he asks, as if he didn’t already know. “Y/N Byers. It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”.

“Likewise, Miss Y/N.” He replies, stopping in front of the Rainbow Room. Henry opens the door, a twisted smile making its way onto his face as flashbacks of the massacre run through his mind.

“What…happened here…?” Y/N asks eyes widened at the dried blood painting the walls.

Henry frowns. “A tragedy in the ‘70s. One of the orderlies, Henry, who was in charge of the children had gone mad, killing them in cold blood.”

“That’s horrible…” She says, the hairs on her neck standing on end. 

They look around for Will, more so Y/N than Henry. He knew it would be useless, anyway. As she looked around, he thought to himself.

Y/N didn’t seem like she would go down without a fight, but maybe if he struck up a deal with her…

“He’s not here,” Y/N says dejectedly, running a hand through her hair. “Where could he be?!” she exclaims to herself, pacing back and forth. 

Henry coughs quietly, getting her attention. “Let’s keep looking, surely he’s here somewhere,” he suggests, already leaving the Rainbow Room.

Y/N quickly follows suit, trying to forget about the eerie room. She almost bumps into Henry’s back, when he comes to a stop. He quickly guides her into another closet, shutting the door with a soft, ‘click’.

She looks at him, confused. Henry glances at her, putting a finger to his lips. Only now does she realize their proximity to one another. She can’t help but blush, practically pressed against his chest. 

Her brow furrows. He seemed cold, and on top of that, his heart was beating so slow she was surprised at the amount of energy he had. And that he was alive in general.

Before she could ask any questions, he leaves the room, pulling her with him. He presses his front to her back, not letting her turn around. The turn out of the hall, and unbeknownst to Y/N, left behind the bodies of two guards.

Henry stops again at another door, turning to Y/N. 

“Close your eyes, Miss Y/N” he requests.

“Why-” “Just do so, please,” he says sternly, turning back to face the door. 

Once checking that her eyes are closed, he cracks open the door, making quick work of the scientists and guards inside. 

He takes Y/N’s hand, still making sure her eyes remain shut. 

When he tells her to open them, she is met with a rotting flesh-looking mass. There’s a glow coming from the opening. The only thing separating it from her is a glass wall. 

“What..the hell is that?!” she shrieks, reaching out for Henry’s arm. He smiles at the contact.

“This, Y/N, is a portal to another dimension,” he tells her, holding her arms gently.

“Is Will in there?”

Her question goes unanswered. “Just keep looking at the portal, Y/N,” he says, his head now next to hers, his voice a low whisper.

She does as told when suddenly, her surroundings change. She gasps. It looks just like the room she and Henry are in….but….abandoned. Dark. 

Y/N looks behind her, and Henry is gone.

“Peter?!” she shouts, hoping for a response. Going against her better judgment, she starts walking around, stepping over thick vines. 

The scene changes again, and suddenly she is in a forest, silence enveloping her. 

“Peter?!” she shouts again, frantically looking all around her. Y/N hears a rustling in the bushes and turns her head to the sound.

“Who’s there…?” she shakily asks.

“Y/N…”

A voice says, making her jump.

“Peter!” she exclaims, recognizing the voice. “What is this place? Is Will here?” she asks into the air, still looking around.

“He is, Y/N. This is The Underground,” he answers.

“He’s here!” she exclaims “Where…exactly?”

“I’m right here, Y/N,” Comes Will’s voice from behind her, making the woman quickly turn to face him.

She runs to Will, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

“Oh, Will! God, I thought I lost you forever, Will!” she says, not wanting to let go. Despite her relief, she feels that something is off. Will hasn’t hugged her back.

Pulling away, she sees the terrified expression on his face. He’s focused on something behind her, and she freezes as well.

Y/N slowly turns to look at what Will is staring at, gasping at the sight.

Standing on all fours is a hairless-looking beast. Its mouth slowly opens up to reveal rows and rows of sharp teeth. Y/N quickly stands in front of Will protectively.

Something shoves her out of the way, and the beast lunges for Will.

“No!” Y/N shrieks in horror, trying to run to Will, but tripping over a vine. As she tries to stand, the vine wraps around her ankle, and another comes out of the ground to wrap around her middle.

“Wh-What’s going on?! Will!” She continues to holler but stops when she sees nothing in front of her. 

“You’ve seen what happens to your brother if he stays here, Y/N.” Henry suddenly says, stepping from his spot behind a tree.

“Peter! Peter, what’s happening? Where’s Will?!” she’s crying now, trying to break free of the vines.

He quickly shoes her, kneeling in front of her restrained form. “Don’t cry, my dear. Will is perfectly fine. Or, he will be once you agree to my terms.” 

Her eyes widen. “What?” she says quietly, the color draining from her face.

“Oh dear, you still don’t understand. That’s okay,” he gently caresses her cheek.

“I can bring Will back to your dimension if you become my eternal bride in this one,” he states, giving her an unsettling smile. 

“You’re sick, Peter.” she snaps, hatred seeping its way into her veins. 

“Now, Now,” he tuts, “That’s not my real name, Darling.”

Her heart drops. 

“Henry…?” she lets out, her voice only a whisper.

He nods, “Correct, Darling! Just think, we can make this world our own, I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. We can enslave your dimension, and rule over it. Or of course, I leave Will here to die, and make you live with the weight of your brother’s death until you too perish.”.

Y/N stays silent, her tears now dried up. Her decision was made.

“I will stay here with you. But you have to bring Will back to our dimension.” She says, glaring at Henry.

“You have my word, Darling.”

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Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Talking to Miguel about her failed marriage brought up feelings that she swore to herself she’d never show. Luckily, Miguel is by her side in an instant, and everything seems right….right?

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language

!This chapter is a little steamy!

Part: 3/?

Part: 1, 2, 2 1/2, 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!). 

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“Where you goin’ darlin’? Weren’t you sayin’ you were aimin’ to get some sleep?”

She lets out a huff. “Yea, in my room.” Her door slams shut. 

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Well, that certainly wasn’t the reaction he wanted to get. And far from the night, he thought he would have.

Miguel stares at his mother’s rosary, running his hand over the string of pearls. He’s so deep in thought, that he almost misses the muffled sobs coming from Y/N’s room.

He quickly stands, fearing the worst. Has she hurt herself? Has someone broken in?  His heart drops at the thought, and he quickly picks up his gun, practically running to her room. 

He doesn’t think as he slams open her door, looking around for any sign of danger. 

“Where is he?! Y/N!” he trips over himself as he makes his way to her bed, dropping his gun on the linen next to her, holding her shoulders.

Silence surrounds the two as they stare at each other.

“What…?” she asks, her sobs now soft hiccups. Miguel’s face is painted with panic and another emotion she can’t quite pin down. He’s panting, his grip on her not tight, but protective?

“Miguel? Who are you talkin’ ‘bout? Hey, Miguel…!” she says, placing her hands on his warm cheeks, rubbing under his eye. 

He snaps out of his panicked state, shaking his head. He stands at his full height, rubbing his forehead. 

“ ‘M sorry, Princessa…I heard you crying and I….I thought you were in trouble.” he finally responds, not wanting to look at her. 

Y/N slowly nods, trying to meet his eyes. His actions weren’t those of a concerned friend, but something deeper. But now was not the time to ask any questions.

“I just,” he starts “I only just met ya, but I care for you, and I, I would die if I let anything happen to ya.” he confesses, coughing softly.

“I, I beg your pardon…?”. 

He quickly backtracks, finally looking at her. “Forget what I said. Are ya, okay?”

Y/N looks down and wipes  her face. 

“If I’m bein’ completely honest with ya, no I’m not. I haven’t told no one about my um, failed marriage besides my parents. I thought I was over it. Oh, but I a fool!” she exclaims, slamming her fists into the linens.

She tears up, “I’m a fool for wanton’ to feel a man’s arms ‘round me! I hate…I hate that I wasn’t good ‘nough for him.”

He scowls, wishing her ex-husband a long and painful death. Placing his gun on her nightstand, he sits next to Y/N. He gently caresses her face.

“Don’t ya dare think for even a minute, not one god damned minute, that you ain’t good ‘nough, Sugar. Don’t let what that coward did to ya, ever make you feel like you ain’t worthy of a husband. He’s the fool, Darlin’. Not you.” he whispers, wiping her tears.

She can’t help but frown even more, glaring at him. “Then why hasn’t a man showed up yet?”. She takes hold of his wrist, leaning into his touch.

He can’t help the small chuckle that leaves his mouth, shaking his head. 

“I don’t know many fools, Honey, but any man who wouldn’t marry you sure is one.” he replies, smiling softly.

Y/N blushes at the statement, drawing patterns in the skirt of her night dress. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that. Tryna butter me up…”

His smile widens. “There’s my girl.” he says, bumping his forehead against hers. “But no, I ain’t tryna butter you up. I mean it. I don’t know how a lady like you doesn’ have a line of bachelors lined up at your door.” 

She looks into his eyes, before glancing down at his lips, and quickly looking up again.

Miguel’s other hand slowly smooths over her leg, leaning in.

Everything around them disappears when their lips finally meet. Fireworks go off in Y/N’s head, as she slowly wraps her arms around his neck.

He’s the first to pull away for air, staring lovingly at her. “Well, that sure was…somethin’. And it was a good somethin’.” he says, kissing her cheek. “I really care for ya, Y/N. I wouldn’t hurt you like that no good ex o’ yours did.”

Y/N wells up, practically tackling Miguel onto her bed in a hug. He hugs back, running his hand up and down her back. 

She raises herself up, caging him between her arms. They meet for another passionate kiss, the action soon heating up.

The night ended in a way neither had expected. 

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After hours of their steamy rendezvous, Miguel and Y/N lay cuddled under the blanket, sleeping in each other’s warm embrace. 

The sun started to rise, the brightness waking Y/N up. She nuzzles into Miguel’s chest, enjoying his body heat. Not long after, he begins to stir, tightening his arms around her waist.

After a wave of peaceful silence, Y/N speaks. 

“I’ll fix ya up some breakfast in the mornin’. Then you can get on with your trip.” 

She says, already regretting last night’s activities. She knew he would be leaving in the morning, and yet she still got attached. Damn feelings.

“Kickin’ me out already? I haven’t even fixed up your fence yet.” He tries to joke but soon frowns, turning his head to gaze down at her.

Before he can say anything else, she climbs out of her bed, slipping on her discarded night dress. 

“You don’t got to worry ‘bout that fence. I can handle it. You only wanted to stay one night anyway, right? Wouldn’ want ya to stay later than ya have to.” 

Y/N doesn’t look at him and instead slips on a cardigan. He slides off the bed, finding his own clothes.

“Yea, yea...um, I guess you’re right. S’pose I should get my stuff then…” he walks past her, making his way to the guest room. 

Y/N tries to hide her disappointment, wrapping her arms around herself. She walks into the kitchen and brews some coffee. She hears Miguel’s footsteps behind her and finally turns around.

“Ya know…I can stick ‘roun  longer…if ya want me to…” 

Y/N shakes her head.  “No, you don’t have to. You’re a busy man. Don’t feel like you're indebted to me or somethin’ I ain’t that important.” she jokes, smiling sadly.

He grumbles. “You don’t needa worry ‘bout my business. And I don’t feel like I owe ya. I…I…”

I want to be with you. I want to marry you!

Suddenly, his mother’s ring felt like it was burning through his breast pocket.

Y/N shakes her head, setting her mug down. “See? There’s nothin’ for ya here. Not even me.”

No! That’s not true! He wants to shout. 

“Maybe not..but I…I can’t help that…”. Why was it so hard to tell her? I love you! Bam, done. But it really isn’t that easy.

“Can’t help what Miguel?” 

He says nothing, his voice now non-existent. Y/N holds his shoulder.

“ ‘S okay, Miguel. I’ll be okay.”

He shakes his head. “Will you, Darlin?” he asks.

She knows she won’t be. But he can’t live his life without boring her.

“ ‘S not nothing I’m used to, Miggy. Go find a gal that’s meant for ya.” she says.

You’re the gal that’s meant for me!

“If you say so, Darlin.”

She nods. “Sure ya don’t want a bite to eat?”

Miguel shakes his head. “I’ll manage.”

Y/N nods again, looking down. “Have a safe trip. Take care o’ yourself.” 

He tips his hat, “I will, Darlin’.”

With that, Miguel walks towards the front door and clicks it shut, not looking back at her house.

An eerie silence hung in the air, Y/N’s coffee now cold.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I’m sorry for the late chapter, I’ve been a bit busy.

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First off, Happy Fourth of July!!!

And second, I'm sorry for not updating these past couple of days! I've been pretty busy with work, so downtime has been very slim.

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: A look into Miguel’s past, and why he was given the title, El ángel vengador.

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language, death/murder, gore, alcohol

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter is very dark! It is a huge contrast from the last two chapters so please read with caution!

Part: 2 ½ /?

Part: 1, 2, 2 ½ , 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Red. Red was all he could see.

“Mamá…? Papá…?”

A young Miguel, only eighteen, had just finished work for some extended family in another town. He was delighted to be back home. 

“Mamá, Papá?!”

He runs through the house, stopping suddenly at the sight before him.

In front of his eyes, the bodies of his parents lay lifeless on the parlor floor. The stench of iron flooded his nose, and his stomach churned. He looked around. Except for a tossed chair, nothing seemed to be out of place.

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Miguel stuck the shovel into the cold dirt, makeshift headstones staring back at him. Reciting a quiet prayer, he turns to make his way back into the house. 

He had walked throughout the house, looking for anything of value that might be missing. 

Nothing.

Money that was kept in his father’s nightstand and safe was untouched. His mother’s jewelry was still organized in her cedar jewelry box; an anniversary gift from his father. 

When he opened her jewelry box, he took her beaded rosary and a copper ring. He smiled sadly at the copper ring. Shoving them into his vest pocket along with some money, he made his way to the parlor.

Whoever had done this was going to pay. Whoever had done this would meet the wrath of Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel snatched his father’s trusty pistol from its spot on the mantlepiece. As he made his way to the front door, he slipped on his cowboy hat and set off for the town. 

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He first made his way to the saloon, its bright and cheery atmosphere a stark contrast from himself. He quietly made his way to the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

He needed to come up with some sort of plan. He couldn’t just go around asking people if they’d seen any suspicious folk. He didn’t even know who he was looking for.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter. Moving his head to the side, he noticed two seemingly drunk men four seats down from him. He shook his head, annoyed.

“...Yea, that bitch squealed like a damn pig, I tell ya! Had it comin’ too.”

Miguel’s attention was piqued.

“Don’t ya…don’t ya think killin’ ‘er was a bit much, though, Butch?” his friend asked.

The man named Butch scowled at his friend. “Hell nah! She made a damn fool ‘outta me when she turned me down at the market. I’m fuckin’,” he hiccups, “Fuckin’ Butch Wyatt. And no one makes a fool ‘outta me!”

Butch slams his glass down. “Planned on jus’ killin’ ‘er and leavin’ the body for ‘er husband to see. But that Bottom-Feeder came home early. Had to kill ‘im too.”

His friend tries to calm Butch down, not wanting to cause a bigger scene. But Miguel had heard. Oh, he heard well. He had to set his now empty glass down so as to not shatter it with his hand.

He watched as they made their way out of the saloon, swaying drunkenly out the doors. They wouldn’t make it far. 

After a couple of minutes, he stood from his seat, placing some coins down by his glass. Nobody seemed to notice as he made his exit.

The street was silent save for the drunken laughter of the two men and Miguel’s heavy footfalls following behind them. 

He watches as they turn into an alleyway, and speeds up his pace. His blood starts to pump faster as he closes in on the two. He slips the gun from its holster and calls out to them. 

“Hey, Bastardos.”

They turn around, their eyes slowly trailing up to his own.

“Whatdya jus’ call me…?” Butch blurts out, reaching for his gun. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Senor,” Miguel answers, his dead eyes trained on Butch. Butch’s friend tugs his arm, a look of dread on his face. “C’mon, now Butch, you don’t know who he is?” he asks.

Butch looks over to his friend. “Am I supposed to know who he is, Casey?”. Casey leans in. “That’s Miguel O’Hara, I’ve seen ‘im doin’ work around town…”.

Butch lets out a laugh. “O’Hara?! Yer’ the bitch’s son?! What? Come ‘ere to seek revenge, boy? It’s two against one, ya know.”

Miguel doesn’t respond.

“Yer’ mother was a fuckin’ whore. When I pointed that gun at ‘er, boy was she-”

“Squealin’ like a pig. Yea, I got that.” 

The sound of a gunshot rings throughout the alley, Butch’s body slumping to the ground. And before he knows it, he aims at Casey and shoots.

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The sun had risen just above the hills, and roosters crowed from their perches. 

The Mayor’s wife was taking her usual morning walk with her mutt, Captain, humming happily to herself. She always awoke before the town to get a peaceful walk in.

She sees something hanging from the square’s stone statue (the statue being her husband of course). The sun blinds her vision of the statue as she squints to get a better look.

She walks closer, bringing her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

And then.

“AAAAAAAH!”

Her shrill scream alerts the homes nearby. She drops Captain’s leash as she covers her mouth, sobs racking her body.

Joshua, the storekeeper’s son is the first to stand by the wife’s side. When he looks at the statue, he retches. 

As more and more townsfolk gather in the square all hell breaks loose. Shouts of fear and surprise fill the air but are soon quieted down as the Mayor makes his way through the crowd.

Looking up, he gasps, horrified.

There, hanging from the Statue’s arm were the mangled corpses of Butch Wyatt and Casey Brown. 

And as Miguel stands at the top of a hill overlooking the town, mounted on a stolen horse, he can’t help but smirk as one of the residents shouts, “El ángel vengador!”

From that day forward, Miguel O'Hara would venture from town to town seeking retribution on other outlaws. Word spread fast of an Avenging Angel making its way throughout the West.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the people of Miguel’s hometown to figure out just who this Avenging Angel was. Word of El ángel vengador’s identity spread even faster and soon wanted posters of Miguel O’Hara were posted on every surface throughout every town.

Some argued that  El ángel vengador was helping towns that were being terrorized by outlaws while others argued that vigilantes had no place to go around killing people. 

As the years passed, Miguel made a realization that killing outlaws wouldn’t bring his parents back and would only make the reward for his head higher. 

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As he sat on the small bed in Y/N’s guest room, fiddling with his mother’s rosary, he thought to himself.

It had been a decade since the end of his murders, and five years more since the death of his parents. Even after all these years, he is still considered a wanted man, although the hunt for him has simmered drastically.

He couldn’t help as a tear escaped his eye, bringing the rosary up to his lips. 

Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of his parents' deaths.

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This was a dark segment! A huge contrast from the previous chapter, I know. There might be some confusion, so here’s some clarification on age:

Miguel is around 33 when he meets Y/N. His parents were murdered 15 years ago, but he quit his murders 10 years ago.

Y/N is around 26. Her ex-husband cheated on her when they were both 21. 

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Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: While eating a homemade meal in what feels like ages, Miguel learns about Y/N’s rocky past.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language

Part: 2/?

Part: 1, 2, 2 1/2, 3

Not proofread

A/N: This is part two of A Western Romance! I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Once inside her small home, she sets the clothes basket by the kitchen table. She pats her hands on her skirt, “I have Chili Verde that’s still warm. That work for ya?” she asks, walking towards the pot sitting over a small fire.

“Yes ma’am” is his reply, walking over to the washbin, wiping them with a cloth draped against its side. He then sits at the table, looking around. He notices the pictures framed on the wall. Your family, it looks like. And, no spouse. He smiles to himself.

His gaze goes over to where Y/N stands over the pot, scooping the meal into a bowl. 

“Smells damn good, sugar.”

“Why thank you.” She pauses after setting the bowl down with a spoon in front of him. “I never did catch your name by the way…”

He gives a nod, just now realizing he never got yours too. He lets out a small cough. 

“It’s Miguel. Miguel O’Hara,” he says. He takes a breath, hoping you don’t recognize the name.

She nods. “O’Hara…Irish father?”

He nods as he takes a spoonful of food. Y/N sits down in the chair next to his, resting her head in her hand. 

“Yeah, him an’ his family migrated hear years before I was born. He fell in love with my mother, a maid on his father’s ranch.”

Y/N smiles softly as he recalls his parents' past. 

“However, I get my physical attributes from my mother’s side. Tall, dark an’ handsome. You know the deal.”

She chuckles at his words, shaking her head. “Yea, handsome. I got that.”

And suddenly, “Bet ya got a nice little wife to run home to then, huh?”. 

…

She covers her mouth, surprised at her sudden comment. Looking at her through his dark lashes, he chuckles quietly.

“You tryin’ to ask me somethin’? But no, Babydoll. I’m as free as a bird. Never really one to settle down.”

“Mn, that’s what my father said. Now he’s living out his days on a nice chunk a’ land. Lovin' up on my mother.”

He takes another bite of food, shrugging.

“He’s one of the lucky ones. Plenty a’ fellas out there that don’t get lucky ‘nough to find a nice lady to settle down with. End up bein’ lonely, and stuck with someone they can’t stand till death do ‘em part.”

Y/N stays silent for a moment, taking in his words. She can’t help but let her shoulders sag.

“Yea, heard that too many times.”

Miguel notices her change in appearance but chooses to not bring it up. “What about you, huh? Got a beau, Sugar?”

She sits up, not meeting his gaze. “Well, I did. But the coward ran off with some Hussy after I pulled a gun on ‘em. Found out real quick that sleeping with another woman was the biggest mistake of his life.”

Well. So much for not bringing it up.

He laughs loudly, amused by your confession. “Someone sure is a real firecracker, huh?”

“How would you feel if the supposed love of your life was beddin’ another? And in your bedroom no less!” She exclaims.

He doesn’t seem fazed by her outburst. “I’d be angry, sure, but I don’t know if I’d go as far as to pull my gun on ‘em for it. I’m not as hot-headed as you, darlin’ “.

She rolls her eyes, “Not all people are lucky to have good looks.”

Miguel gives her a look, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that got to do with any o’ this, Baby doll?”

She looks down, now clasping her hands together. The smooth grooves of the wooden table suddenly became very intriguing. 

“I didn’t really care much about my appearance growing up. My father grew up with no sisters and six brothers, so he was a little lost when it came to raisin’ me. Still wanting to be involved in my life, he raised me like he would a boy, so dresses ‘n frilly lace never piqued my interest.”

She takes a breath, continuing. 

“That no good cheater, Thomas, was a ranch hand for my father and the only other kid my age. We have been pretty much friends since childhood. When we turned eighteen years of age, he professed his love for me and proposed.” She smiles sadly. 

“I was over the moon. I was certain no man would ever look my way, ya know, with the way I dressed and acted. And after…after he cheated and I ran him out my home after I started dressin’ in dresses ‘n bein’ more ladylike, I have yet to find myself a good husband. I put walls ‘round me for a reason. Women don’t like getting their hearts hurt.”

Miguel’s expression softens, wanting nothing more than to hold you close. You poor thing. He thought you were breathtaking. He liked that you could fend for yourself. He reaches for her hand, taking it into his own. She sucks in a breath.

“So, you’re jaded from that. Ya got your walls up, and you expect men to show up and climb over ‘em to try and get to you.”

She laughs, sadly. “None of ‘em try anyhow.” 

“Looks ain’t everythin’ Baby doll. Just cause some fella’s easy on the eyes, doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy. Can’t always judge a man just by lookin’ at ‘em. You gotta give ‘em a chance.

Y/N nods, not pulling away from his touch. “Same goes for us ladies too. Guess word of me pullin’ a gun on an unfaithful man scared the rest off.”

He snorts, tilting his head. “Probably did. Not many men want to tangle with a wildcat like you, honey.”

Wanting to continue the conversation, Y/N closes her mouth, just now realizing how tired she’s become. She smiles. “I’ll show ya’ to your room if you’re done eating.”

Surprised by the sudden change in topic, he quietly nods and brings the now-empty bowl and spoon to a different wash basin where other dishes sit soaking in the water. 

She starts towards the guest bedroom, and he follows close behind her. Stopping in front of a door, she turns to look up at him. 

“Here’s the room. If you need to relieve yourself, there’s a bathhouse just at the end o’ the hall.”.

Miguel opens the door, scanning the room. “Pretty bare, but I guess Il’ do.” he jokes, looking back at her.

Y/N smiles at his joke, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Glad it works for ya. ‘Night.” she says, turning to retire to her own room. His smile falls, itching to reach out to her. 

“Hold on one second, Lil’ Miss. You ain’t just gonna turn ‘round an’ walk away from now, are ya?”. 

She sighs dramatically, “Oh I usually wouldn’t leave ya on your lonesome, but you have work to do tomorrow. Ya ain’t outta the woods yet.” she replies snarkily.

He smirks. “Oh, I ain’t too worried ‘bout fixin’ up that fence o’ yours. We still got plenty o’ time tonight, Princessa.”. He takes a step forward, leaning in. “Why you tryna avoid me all o’ sudden, hm?”

Y/N’s face flushes, and she can’t meet his gaze. “I jus’ want to retire for the night. Problem?”.

“Ya’ sure ‘bout that, sugar?”

She nods quickly, “Pretty positive.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You are on stubborn thing, ain’t ya?”. He leans in more, practically chest to chest with Y/N. She can feel his breath on her lips. His…very…kissable lips…

Without a word, she steps back and turns, quickly walking to her room. Before she shuts the door, he speaks again.

“Where you goin’ darlin’? Weren’t you sayin’ you were aimin’ to get some sleep?”

She lets out a huff. “Yeah, in my room.” The sound of her door slamming shut echoes throughout the hallway.

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Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lost and in need of a place to stay, the ex-outlaw needs a place to sleep. Good thing he wandered into your yard.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language

Part: 1/?

Part: 1, 2, 2 1/2, 3

Not proofread

A/N: Personally, there should be more Western Miguel content. I love Cowboys! I had this idea brewing for a while, and character ai helped push the plot! (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Crickets chirped as the sun set over the horizon. Despite the warm weather of July, a nice breeze blew through the small town of Nueva Falls. On the outskirts of the tiny town, a small house sat just over the hills, hidden from society.

Y/N hummed a tune as she took her now-dry linens off the worn line. A weaved basket sat at her boot-covered feet, holding sheets, blankets, and whatever else was washed that morning. 

As she reached for the last sheet, a twig snapped in front of her. Pausing both her movements and her humming, she listened for any other noises. It could always be a rodent or a coyote. She mentally groaned. Ever since one of the panels to the fence around the chicken coop broke, coyotes had been raiding (or at least attempting to raid) the coop. 

She brandished her pistol that had sat snug between her hip and skirt, slowly moving from behind the sheet. Best not to provoke it. For now. 

Y/N squints at the now darkened horizon, not noticing an immediate threat. Before she could turn around, a hand slipped around her middle and another over her mouth.

“Don’t make a sound, Dama.”

The voice grunts out. His breathing is uneven, and despite his strength, sounds weak. Y/N nods frantically, pistol still clutched tightly in her hand. He slowly releases her, turning her around to face him. 

Now getting a better view of the man, Y/N’s jaw almost dropped. Why he had to be over 6’5! His tan skin shined with what little moonlight was above, his piercing gaze watching her every move. She did the same. 

Lowering her gaze, she noticed his disheveled state. His clothes were wrinkled and darkened from dust and grime, his peppered hair messy and sticking to the nape of his neck. He didn’t seem to have a weapon of any kind, not that he’d need one with his burly build.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, trying to scan for any noticeable injuries. Seemingly taken aback by her question, there’s a beat of silence before he lets out a deep chuckle. Lord.

“Are people in this town always this kind and trustin’ of strangers?” He replies, his eyes falling onto her gun. “Well, ‘Cept maybe you.”. 

Y/N can’t help but smirk, a surge of confidence taking over. “Well, I’m not like most people in this town. That shoulda’ been made obvious to ya’ when you wandered on my property. Now. Are you hurt? And what are you doin’ on my property?” She prods again.

He shakes his head. “No, no. I ain’t hurt. Just tired and hungry. What’s a lil’ thing like you doin’ out here by lonesome anyhow? Don’t you know wild animals roam ‘round at night?”

She huffs, annoyed. “You don’t do too well answerin’ questions, now do ya? Why. Are. You. On. My. Property?” 

He throws his hands up in mock defense, shrugging off her comment. “I’ve been wanderin’ through the desert for the past two days after my horse broke its leg. Long story short, I was robbed by bandits while I was camped out, and all I have on me are the clothes on my back, Senora.” He moves closer, boldly reaching up to caress her cheek,

“Please, I just need a place to stay and a meal to eat. Your abode was the first inklin’ of settlement I’ve seen these past two days.” He looks into her eyes, his voice now a whisper. “Please.”

She hums skeptically, taking a step back. “Why not stay at an inn in town? They got brothels to keep a horn dog such as yourself company.” Y/N snarks back, slipping her pistol back into her waistband. 

He chuckles again. “You suggestin’ I partake in those kinds of…sinful pleasures? Now that’s just hurtful, Princessa.”

“What unmarried man doesn’t?” Y/N snaps, crossing her arms. She taps her foot against the ground, waiting for another comeback. Once again he chuckles, shaking his head. Some conversation they were having. 

“And how would you know if I’m a married man or not, hun?” 

“Well, I don’t see no ring on your finger. And with the way you were touchin’ me earlier, what else am I to assume, hun?” 

He grins. “Who says I’m flirtin'? Maybe I’m just a friendly guy.” A beat of silence. “A bit too friendly, don’t you think?”. He shrugs again, “Is there such a thing as bein’ too friendly?” he inquires.

She nods, “‘Course there is.” He takes a step forward again, his posture relaxed. He takes a lock of hair into his hand, twirling it. “If I’m bein' too friendly, then tell me ta scram.”

Y/N smiles, “‘Corrdin’ to you I’m too kind.”. Noticing her playful jest, he smiles too. “Yeah, a real ray of sunshine you are.” He teases, dropping her lock of hair. “Mn, and you a ball o’ fire.” 

“You seem awfully friendly for a gal who brandished her gun towards me.” He says, leaning in ever so slightly. Y/N places a hand on her pistol. “Yeah, and this gal still has her gun. Don’t go tryin’ nothin’ now”.

He lowers his voice. “Trust me sweet thing. I’d never do nothin’ of the sort…less you want me to?”. She leans in, just an inch away from his face, only to swiftly pull away. “How many nights you plan on stayin’ cowboy?”.

His eyes widen at her trick, but he quickly regains his composure. “Just a night, Darlin.”

She nods. “Mn, alright. I won’t charge ya…money that is.” 

He smirks. “What are ya lookin’ for in exchange then…?”

“Help on my ranch.” Y/N shuffles past him and picks up her basket. She pulls the sheet from the line and plops it in the basket. “One of the panels that fence my chicken coop done broke on me, and I haven’t had time to fix it. Damn coyotes keep trying to snag a snack.” She huffs, setting the basket on her hip. “Sound like a deal?” 

He ponders over her offer, looking up at the moon. He looks back down at her. “You’re askin’ a total stranger to work on your ranch for a night?” 

She refrains from rolling her eyes. “I’m also lettin’ a total stranger into my house. I think rationality has flown out the window. Besides, you were the one to come onto my property askin’ for a bed and a meal.”

He rests his hands on his hips. “You’re an interestin’ one, I’ll give ya that. Can’t tell if you’re too trustin’ or jus’ know how to talk a man inta’ doin’ favors for ya’.”

She shrugs, “The motel’s open all night, you choose.”

He lets out a sigh, not wanting to go into the busy town. Surely someone would recognize him there. He’s surprised she hasn’t already. “Alright, Senora. Ya got yourself a deal. I’ll fix up yer fence if it means a roof over my head and a pretty lil’ thing to keep me company.”

Y/N chuckles, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Alright, c’mon and follow me.” She says, walking towards her back porch. She hears his heavy footsteps trailing behind her.

just a reminder to those who need to hear it…

wild fires aren’t a joke. And it doesn’t help when bystanders and the like block roads to try and take pictures. There are people who are preparing to evacuate and it doesn’t help.

WHAT I WRITE FOR:

Stranger Things

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

The Lost Boys

RULES:

I don't write smut! I'm really not comfortable with it, so please don't ask!

I don't write anything that involves r*pe, p*edophillia, or anything like that.

I don't write or discuss anything political. I'm just here for a good time!

Pairing: Yandere!Henry Creel/Peter Ballard x Radio Singer!Reader (Fem!Reader implied)

Summary: Henry, or Peter, hears the reader’s voice over the radio. He becomes infatuated with their voice and decides that just hearing it isn’t enough….

Inspired by the song, Superstar, by the Carpenters

Warnings: Dark themes, death, murder

A/N: This is my first work on Tumblr! Don’t like it, don’t read it! Hope you enjoy! The fic doesn’t follow the exact plot line.

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Two Weeks Ago

Another routine day. Wake up. Get dressed. Wait for the children to arrive at the rainbow room. Watch over the children. And repeat all over again. 

‘Long ago, and oh so far away,’

He paused adjusting his tie. 

‘I fell in love with you before the second show’

He didn’t smile often. Not meaningfully anyway. He looked at the small mirror hanging on the blank wall and turned his attention to the small radio playing softly on his nightstand. Having a radio was the only thing that kept him almost sane in the prison he was forced to call “home”.

‘Don’t you remember? you told me you loved me, baby’

‘You said you’d be coming back this way again, baby’

He dared not to hum along, not wanting it taken away. Oh, how silly it sounded. Worried that “Papa” would take away the radio. Usually, he wouldn’t care about such materialistic things as a radio - he had much better things to worry about. Like his plans for Eleven.

But her voice… sounded like that of an angel. So soft, and delicate. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to have her. He was going to have her. 

He turned off the radio and walked out of his room. Making his way to the Rainbow Room, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift to the sound of her voice. 

Present Day

The lights flicker in the rainbow room, illuminating the crimson painting the walls. 

‘Don’t you remember? you told me you love me, baby.’

‘Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby

I love you, I really do…’

The song plays through the intercom, coming out in broken pauses. Peter slowly opens his eyes, a dark smile stretching across his stained face. 

“Found you.”

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