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Steve Harrington in Season 4 😍😍
More Pfps:
why is nobody talking about how BIG and BROAD his shoulders are?? hello??
When’d Steve get so hairy?
Dustin: You're definitely a mom.
Steve: I'm not.
Dustin: *sigh*
Dustin: Mike and Will are throwing Eggos at each other, Lucas is fighting with Erica, and Max is cutting Eleven's hair with a knife while El trying to pouring water on your head with her mind.
Steve: CHILDREN!!!
Steve: Wait, on my head?
Steve: (turns around)
(splash)
Eleven, Max, Mike, Will, Lucas and Erica: SORRY MOM
Steve:
Dustin:
Steve: Shut up
Steve: Hey Eddie, what's up?
Eddie: Up is a 2009 computer-animated film produced by Pixar Animation Studios and released by Walt Disney Pictures. The film was directed by Pete Docter, co-directed by Bob Peterson (in his feature directorial debut...)
Steve: Why do I try?
Imagine Steve and Eddie listening to Taylor Swift (specifically Hey Stephen) and everyone assuming Steve turned Eddie into a Swiftie but it was actually Eddie who turned Steve.
Okay but if Sirius Black and Steve Harrington met, they would DEFINITELY get into a debate about whose hair is superior.
And Remus would side with Steve.
Reposting Steddie fall vibes now that it's actually fall
Eddie: We both look very handsome tonight.
Steve: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."
Eddie: I couldn't take that chance
*Steve crying because of Nancy* Eddie: There there, Steve. Steve, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Eddie: Great question-
Steve to Dustin: First rule of battle... don’t ever let them know where you are.
Eddie, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Steve: Of course, there are other schools of thought
Steve: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Eddie : *trips over a tree branch and flips off the tree*
Steve: That one. I want that one
draw something with Steddie at Halloween - watching a scary movie and holding hands or something 🖤
Nancy, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Steve: Gray. Eddie: Grey. Nancy, turning to Robin: Now tell them what color you think it is. Robin: Dark white.
Dustin: So, are you two dating now? Steve & Eddie: Yes. Dustin: Why? Steve: I happen to find Eddie very appealing. Dustin: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with him
Dustin: H-how do you ask someone out? Eddie: Well, first- Steve: Don't ask Eddie, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Dustin: ...And you said yes
Eddie: Where are my fucking keys?
Steve: Eddie, Dustin is around, can you say it a little nicer?
Eddie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
Just some doodles. Let me know if i should do a colored version or anything else you want to see
Eddie: Is something burning?
Steve , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.
Eddie: Steve , the toaster's on fire
Dustin: Ooh, somebody has a crush
Steve: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Eddie I just think he's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him.
*Later that night*
Steve, very much awake: Uh oh
Steve: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!
Eddie : *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!
Dustin: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!
Eddie : Bet you I can!
Steve: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper
I will never emotionally recover
Dustin: Robin is late again.
Steve: How did this happen? I called her at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
Eddie: I printed up a fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
Nancy: I set her clock to say PM when it’s really AM.
Dustin: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.
*Robin bursts through the door*
Robin: WHAT TIME IS IT!?!
Dustin: So, what is Eddie to you?
Steve: The reason I wake up every morning.
Dustin: ...That’s adorable.
Eddie earlier that morning, barging into Steve′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
Eddie, throwing his head into Steve's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Steve, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
Eddie: Steve, my old friend!
Steve: I think you tried to kill me at some point.
Eddie: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.
❛❛ ICE ❜❜
matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader
genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏
warning ・None :/
words・1140
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Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.
You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'
The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.
Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.
Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.
The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.
Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.
The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.
As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.
The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.
Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.
His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.
Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.
Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.
Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.
After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.
Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.
You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.
No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.
"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.
"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.
"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"
Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.
You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.
As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.
You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.
You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.
Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.
You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.
"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.
A big hit to the ego.
If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.
He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.
"So..should we get started?"