Steve Harringtons hands 🤝 me
currently at the dinner table looking like the mouse eating the m&m after reading the most GUT WRENCHING smuts by my favorite creators :)
pt 3 of steddie dads twitter doodles because this is my thing now apparently
mini comics from the steddie dads au!
i’m having too much fun with this
Joe Keery being an absolute father and talking about how much the kids have grown over the years
Joyce’s reaction to Hopper talking about breadsticks and lasagna instead of how badly he wanted to fuck her is so funny to me
"I'm not talking about failed romance". Then glances at her wife and child with a face that screams LOVE. Definitely not failed ronance
every time i see steve harrington i feel like i am possessed by the ghost of a hormonal pre teen
steve harrington was just out there w his juicy ass arms all fucking season and i’m expected not to want to bite them? absurd
U ever catch urself clenching the living SHIT out of your jaw for no reason ....calm down queen nothing's happening.......yet
Nancy (quietly to Steve while Eddie’s out of the room): Have you told him about the wanting six kids thing yet?
Eddie (popping his head back into the room): It’s seven now
Nancy (more relieved than ever that she’s not the one Steve wants to raise kids with him anymore): What?
Eddie: I talked him into raising the number. I say why limit ourselves when we’ve already proven we can handle that many
Nancy: You’re joking, right?
Eddie:
Nancy (turning to Steve): He’s joking right?
Steve:
steve harrington is yellow.
he’s a picnic set up at a clearing in the woods. he’s being surrounded by plants and grass and flowers, birds chipping, sun bright in the sky. he’s rays of sunshine, he’s the flower crown you made and put in his hair, he’s a small daisy he placed behind your ear. strawberries, butterflies, soft fabrics. a summer day. chilling in a pool. stargazing. he’s surrounded by the scent of happiness. blushed cheeks. freckles. sun kissed skin. bashful smiles. gentle caresses. so much care and warmth. he is cuddles. he is long hugs. he is kisses a bit too close to the lips. he’s the smell of sunscreen and chlorine. he’s freshly baked cookies, apple pies in window sills, loud laughs. he’s sunday mornings spent in bed. he’s tentative hand holding, he’s eye contact, he’s shy cheek kisses. he is honey. he is tea in front of the fireplace. he is tender kisses, slow kisses, passionate kisses. he’s soft sweaters. he’s sharing clothes with his love. he’s overprotectiveness. he is lame jokes and carpool and sleepovers and light. he’s sunflowers. he is falling in love, staying in love. he’s domestic bliss. he’s devoted to his girl. he’s his found family’s biggest protector. he’s ‘i love you’s whispered in between kisses. he’s scented candles and hot chocolate and curtains blowing in the wind. he’s the sun.
steve is yellow.