steve can you not

The Things That Haunt Me

Pairing: Steve x reader
Prompt: “Can you do something where the reader and Steve get nightmares bc of everything that they’ve been through with the demogorgon and stuff? And like some angst and fluff too. And maybe the reader can like climb through his window at 3am just to talk or something super cute like that? Whatever you want to work in, I know it’ll be great!” 
A/N: Hope I wrote it like you wanted me to, anon!! :) 

If you’d been asked how you thought your senior year would be going a 10 months ago, never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be sneaking through Steve Harrington’s window at 3 am. Yet, there you were, standing on his balcony shaking from the cold. 

You knocked on the glass once, twice, before you got his attention. Rubbing his eyes, he got up from his desk to let you in, clearly confused being as this was an unplanned visit. 

But you didn’t care, you’d been in a frenzy ever since trying to sleep at 11, and just needed to see him. With everything that had happened a few weeks ago, with the demogorgon and Hawking’s Lab, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept through the night.  

“Babe?” He opened the window shivered at the sudden blast of cool, “It’s freezing, shit get in there.” 

You barreled through the open window, rubbing your arms that only had a thin fleece to cover them, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t even know why I’m here at 3 in the morning.” 

With that, he looked at you. Your voice was rushed, the way you were pacing around his room, he knew something was seriously wrong, “(Y/N), what is it? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, nothing, I just,” You’d had adrenaline pumping through your veins ever since seeing a demodog for the first time, “I just want to do something.” 

“Like what?” 

“I-I don’t know, Steve, anything. I can’t sleep, and I can’t just sit in my room alone for another night.”  

“Wait, wait, wait,” He ran a hand down your arm, “When was the last time you got a full night of sleep?” 

“Don’t worry about it, come on, Stevie, let’s go driving or something.” You shushed him, but he knew you better than that, “(Y/N), (Y/N), come here, sweetheart. We can’t go driving at 3 am, you need sleep.”

At that, you exhaled before saying softly, “I don’t think I can do that,” 

Only when he faltered and fumbled for a response did you have the opportunity to look at his face, to really look. And you found, that he was tired too. Even in the low light you could see the bags under his eyes, purple and puffy they stuck out like sore thumbs. 

“Do you…. do you ever get nightmares?” He whispered, reaching for your hand almost subconsciously, “About everything that happened?” 

“Yeah,” You admitted. 

“In mine it’s…. it’s uh the demodogs. We’re back underground and they’re everywhere, and I’m so tired I can’t fight them off. I try so hard to, but I can never do it, (Y/N).” He whispered again, and it was one of those rare times he let himself be vulnerable. 

You put a hand to his cheek, “When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep, Steve?” 

“I don’t even remember,” 

For a minute the two of you just stared at each other, speaking an unspoken language that you’d developed over the past months. Looking into his eyes, you could see how much he was suffering. While your nightmares were bad, just from the way he was looking at you, you could tell his were probably worse. 

So, you took a breath and murmured, “Let’s go to sleep,” Even though you weren’t so certain you could. 

“Come here,” He mumbled as the two of you settled into the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders and waist. The way he hugged you, as if he was afraid of losing you to the creatures of the Up-Side Down or beyond, made your chest ache for him. 

In the still of the night, the two of you lay there for hours before either one was able to fall asleep. But, when sleep finally did come, you took comfort in the fact that Steve was there right along side you. And, even though they probably would never go away, for the first time in months your nightmares got better. Even if it was just a little. 

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anonymous asked:

steve harrington is hopelessly in love with you, you can literally be vacuuming and he'll just have hella heart eyes watching you

i picture him having hella heart eyes watching you do literally anything in the world.

just after you woke up; making breakfast; brushing your teeth; driving; yelling at mike and the boys; doing homework; yawning; sleeping; literally anything, this boy is head over heels in love with you

So Imagine This...

Wonder Woman 2 is about how Diana covertly prevents the Cold War into breaking out into nuclear war and how her actions lead to the fall of the Soviet Union. During her mission she comes across her imprisoned Uncle Hades who was forced to do the bidding of the movie’s villain. She releases him, and when she does he’s like “holy shit thanks so much for saving my ass back there. Here, Imma get you a gift, brb”. But like he doesn’t come back and Diana kinda just shrugs and is like “lol ok whatevs I didn’t want a gift from my weird uncle anyway” and just continues on with her life

The last scene of the movie is Diana in the present and she’s on her way back to her place in Paris after dealing with some Justice League stuff and Hades shows up like “super sorry about the wait I got held up at work with the underworld thing and all, I finally got you your present. It’s waiting for you in your apartment.” Diana says thanks because she doesn’t want to piss off her weird uncle, but she has her sword and shield out when she opens her front door and she’s expecting a three headed dog or a tank or some weird shit but it’s actually none of that because Steve Trevor is sitting on her couch

Reblog if you love soccer Mom Steve Harrington with all your heart

i was talking to some friends about wonder woman today and one of them said how she didn’t like steve, bc wonder woman didn’t need a man, it was supposed to be an empowering film about women and not men 

and here’s the thing, we live in a patriarchal society, yet we’re told by women and feminists everywhere that a woman doesn’t need a man, and that’s is entirely true. women don’t need men! but loving a man doesn’t make a woman weak! it doesn’t make wonder woman any less empowering for loving steve! the problem is that female characters are so often lost in the ‘love interest’ trope that they aren’t empowering characters, and are hardly characters at all outside the relationship. but wonder woman, and many more films and tv shows today, aren’t like that anymore! so let’s stop aligning powerful women as not having a man, and non-powerful women as having a man!

a woman loving a man doesn’t make her any less powerful and independant, and we need to stop portraying and seeing it in that light

Honestly one of the most realistic things about Wonder Woman was when Diana was trying to convince the amazons to save the humans and end the war she said excuse me to Hipolytta when she interrupted and “forgive me, senator” like only between women would a conversation like this be so polite

None of you can convince me that while they were all packed into that little car, Bucky didn’t at some point ask them “so what’s the deal with the cat guy? Is there a story there or does he just really love cats?” and Sam just throws his arms up like FUCKING THANK YOU

when Tony is in danger vs when Bucky is in danger ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(credit me if you post this anywhere. my Instagram name is the same as my name on here. ☺️)

‘I have lived a life. My only regret is that you didn’t get to live yours.’
But Steve’s regret is that he didn’t get to live his with her.

Here’s the art of Knight Steve that I didn’t have time to finish during SBB. But really, like I needed an excuse to draw BEARDY STEVE :D

Art for The Scottish Boy by Bette Noire (Stucky Medieval AU, 129k)
The year is 1333. The English are at war with Scotland. 19-year-old West Country knight Sir Steven excels at jousting, but yearns to prove himself in real action. So he jumps when his sponsor, Baron Alexander Pierce, invites him on a secret mission with a dozen elite knights. They ride north to a crumbling Scottish keep, capturing the feral, half-starved boy within and putting the other inhabitants to the sword. And nobody knows, or nobody is saying, why the flower of English knighthood snuck over the border to capture a savage, dirty teenage boy. Pierce gives the boy to Steve as his squire, with only two rules: don’t let the boy escape, and convert him to the English cause.

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