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• Exclusive deleted scene from the end of season 2 of Stranger Things! •

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Thank you so much for taking the time to make it :) I agree,hopefully we'll see more of him on s3. Dacre is a great actor and I loved him on power rangers

*dreamy sigh*

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Thank you :) My request is a Billy Hargrove imagien where he's in love with Dustins older sister and doesnt know how to talk to her ,because she's different from anyone he's ever met. So the kids decide to help him ( character change ,if Steve could, so can he ;) what do you think?

Aw yes! I’ll get to writing this as soon as possible! I really wish Billy had more back-story in season 2, so many people hate him for the way he’s taught himself to act.

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Can i please make a request?

Of course

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Comfort | Will Byers

Will x Older! Reader

Summary: Finally, everything is back to normal in Hawkins. One night when you were sleeping over the Byers household, Will has another nightmare.

I’m in need of ideas, so if anyone has any, please send requests with the character and maybe a plot? Thanks if you do

“Leave me alone!”

“(Y/n)!” Will shot up in bed, sweat covering his forehead, tears never ending as they slid down his pale cheeks. His eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, before struggling to get out of bed. After tripping when the cloth got tangled with his foot, Will ran into the living, not daring to turn back. Down the hall, he nearly fell again. 

He knew only you could calm him down: it’s always been you since the beginning of all this. He looked to you as the older sister he never had, who he could run to when Jonathan couldn’t. Even if it was by two years.

Once he stopped in the living room, he sees the blanket unoccupied by your body. He looks around, breathing piking up, “(Y/n)!” He turns around, only to take a step back. You’re standing behind him, a cup of milk in your hand. You were smiling, “What’s wrong, short-stack?”

Will doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your middle, and your face drops. “Will? Will, it’s okay. I’m here.” You move him toward the couch without breaking contact, and slowly sit down. He pulls away just enough for you to grab the thin blanket and cover the both of you with it. Warmth envelops him, his breathing slowing down as he begins to feel safe in your hold.

“Will, you’re okay. Look at me,” He does as told, his teary eye looking into your own (e/c) ones. “I will protect you, no matter what. Nothing will hurt you again.”

He nods, and you smile. His head rests against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “I love you, (Y/n).”

“I love you very much, William.” You both slowly fell asleep, never letting each other go. Joyce woke up the next morning for work to find the two cuddled on the couch, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

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OMG!I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOO IN LOVE WITH YOUR BILLY IMAGINES!!!

Thank you!

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Friends? | Dustin Henderson

Dustin x Reader

Summary: (Y/n), the new kid at Hawkins Middle School, happened to listen in on some boys picking on Dustin, and decided to step in.

Your adjust the strap of your (f/c) backpack on your should, turning to the group of boys. You slowly make your way over, “I told you a million times,” The boy wearing a hat complains, “My teeth are growing in. It’s called cleidocranial dysplasia!” You’ve been listening to the confrontation from your spot on the ground not far from them, deciding to get your butt up and do something.

“Excuse me?” Mike, Lucas, and Dustin watch you walk up to them, or, mainly to Troy and James. The two look at you, and Troy scoffs. “What do you want, newbie? I’m busy, go be annoying to someone else.” James nods in agreement.

She takes a step back and grabs Dustin by the arm, making him tense in surprise. Mike and Lucas just watch, wondering what you were planning to do. “You see this boy? He’s just like everyone else. Just because he doesn’t have a set of perfect teeth doesn’t mean you can be such dicks.”

James holds in a laugh, making Troy elbow his side. “Whatever, losers.”

You watch them walk away in frustration, proud of yourself as you turn to the boy you defended. “Sorry, I couldn’t just listen to them pick on you.” Dustin shakes his head quickly, “No, thanks.”

Mike and Lucas glance at each other after seeing the look on Dustin’s face when you hold out your hand, “Um, my name’s (Y/n), the newbie here.” You roll your eyes, “I hope to see you around- I mean, obviously I will..I meant-”

“I’m Lucas, this is Mike, and Dustin. Thanks for that, those two just won’t piss off.” You hum,  “Well, I’m sure they’re jealous. You guys seem cooler than them.” Dustin turns red,  “Yeah we are! We wouldn’t mind another member of the party, do you maybe want to hang out?”

Mike shoots Dustin a pointed gaze, which you take notice of. “Mhm, I’ll think about it. I gotta go, see you around!”

The boys watch as you walk off quickly, then look at each other. Dustin continued to smile, until Lucas rolled his eyes, “Come on, we have something to do, remember?”

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Billy Bob | Steve Harrington

Steve x Henderson! Reader

Drabble / I got bored and this crap was created

“Hey,” Steve went to grab your arm when you brushed past him to the door, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He asks again, and you turn around in annoyance. “What do you think, Harrington? I’m going to give this guy a piece of my mind,”

Steve watches you walk out of the house, the kids running to the window to watch. “She’s crazy!” Max mutters, Dustin nudged her shoulder, “Nah, my sis is just badass,” Steve grips his bat tightly as he ventured out the open door, quickly following your steps as Billy stepped out of his car.. Billy blows a puff of smoke into the chilly air, stepping on his cigarette with his heel.

“Well, well! Am I dreaming or is that really you, sweetheart? And with Harrington?” You cross your arms over your chest, a smirk plastered across your face. “Aw, I didn’t know you dream of me, Billy Bob.” 

Billy responds with an annoyed glare, “I do more than just dream,”

You mentally cringe, knowing what he meant. Steve suddenly pushes you behind him, “We don’t have time for this. Either get the hell away from here or get the hell away from here.” You can’t help but grin, shaking your head. Steve Harrington was such an idiot.

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Fixated | Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Language, implied smut, fluff, season 2,

A/n: I know Billy is an asshole and most people hate him because he’s racist and all that stuff but I just love him with all my heart. He might be OOC, but I just wanted to show the side that he hides behind his asshole attitude.

P.S. I wrote this @ 2a.m so it’s terrible

You were brought back into consciousness to the feeling of Billy next to you, You let out a tired groan as you stretch your legs, but don’t dare to move your head from his chest. It was too comfortable, and besides, after last night you doubt you would have the energy to even get up. You feel Billy’s fingertips trail down your bare arm repeatedly until you finally decide to shift so you could look at the one you had gotten so close to.

The light shining through the window blinds you, and you rub the sleep from your eyes in annoyance. Oh how you hated mornings.

Billy had his eyes closed as he held you, but a lazy smile was displayed on his face. You chuckle to yourself, “Hey, lover-boy,” This causes Billy to open his eyes and glance down at you, “I beg to differ, sweetheart. You were the one begging for more,” You sit up and slap his chest, glaring at him, “How dare you. I was not-”

“Billy, oh, Billy..keep going, Billy” He mimicked horribly, before rolling over so he’s looming above you. He closes the distance and presses his lips against yours, grinning as you hold in a laugh. He rubs your waist, where just a few hours ago he was holding tightly as you both fell over the edge, slowly grinding his hips until you’re whispering under him. “Billy, no..it’s too early,”

“It’s never to early with someone like you, (Y/n),” He mumbles, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You press your hands on his chest and push him away, “Someone like me? Puh-lease, Billy Hargrove.” Billy cups your face in his large hands, thumbs rubbing your cheeks as he stared into your eyes, “Yeah, that’s right. (Y/n) (L/n), the one I love more than I’d admit.”

“Holy shit, Bill, I am so into you right now.” You chuckle, “You’re going soft because of me?”

Billy smirks, licking his lips, and you knew he’s going to say something stupid: “Oh, princess, I’m anything but soft around you.”

Without another word, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again. He kisses back instantly, rolling his hips against you roughly. You feel against you, making you groan as you tug on his hair. “Just skip the foreplay and fuck me, Hargrove.”

He bites your lip teasingly, pulling back just in the slightest to smile, “Of course, princess.”

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REBLOG IF…

you support (the idea of):

will byers being gay

richie tozier having adhd

mike wheeler having depression

richie tozier and eddie kaspbraks relationship

bill and stans relationship

mike hanlon being a valid and important character

steve harringtons autonomy and right to a healthy relationship that doesn’t involve nancy wheeler

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Hell on Earth, Part 1

Hell on Earth, Part 1

Castiel x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: language, suspense, gore.

A/N: This is a Zombie Apocalypse AU. It may be a little bit of a slow burn, at least compared to my other series. Photos in collage are not mine.

Hell on Earth Master List

The wood of the small shed moaned and creaked as the harsh wind hammered against it. Those sounds were so much sweeter than the crying of the dead as they shuffled around in the snow. It tuned them out, almost like a pair of headphones.

Ah, headphones. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for some music… and hot chocolate. No, tequila. But those were pleasure that had disappeared just over a year ago, when this whole shit show had started.

The walls shook again, causing your body to sway as you leaned against them. “Crap,” you murmured. The winds were picking up, and you were almost out of food. You had barely left the tiny, empty toolshed in the last six days. You needed to get out of there before they could smell you. And that thing wasn’t going to hold up forever.

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