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Someday (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, fluff

Based on the request: pregnancy scare w steve and he gets sad you’re not pregnant and admits to wanting to start a family

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you were supposed to start. You blamed the first week on a miscalculation, maybe you’d just counted your days wrong. When the second week rolled around, you began to worry. It eased some of your nerves to convince yourself that maybe your body was just naturally reworking itself, but the possibility always lingered in the back of your brain. But now, three whole weeks had gone by, and there wasn’t much else you could blame it on.

The drive to the pharmacy felt like it took hours, despite it being just up the road from the small house that you and Steve rented in the city. Your hands shook like a leaf as you presented the flimsy paper box to the cashier, who smiled sympathetically at you as she bagged your goods. 

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the polaroid that was tucked messily into the crack of your speedometer. It was one of just the two of you at a Halloween party just a few months prior to this day. You were both drunk off of your asses and in the grainy, washed-out photo, Steve was kissing your nose and holding a beer in the hand that wasn’t wound tightly around your wais. Your face was scrunched up in drunken bliss. You were happy. You both were. You still are. Would you be after this?

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[ahoyhairington]

modern au webcam sex with stevie harrington

I LIVE FOR MODERN! STEVE TYVM - also this is like a cam girl fic aight

oh my god

a mf concept lemme tell you that

so steve would complaining about not getting some to tommy through texts

and we all know that tommy is fucking carol on the daily

but the guy is also a dick

so he recommends for steve to check out this website he uses

and proceed to tell steve about his favourite cam girls 

tommy goes into way too much detail

steve would be against the idea at first

like wtf even is a cam girl???

but then he clicks on the link that tommy sent him

and is taken to “erotic euphoria sign up or log in”

with a slight huff steve would make an account

probably with the username ‘s_teve’ because others were taken

steve would be taken back at first by the countless livestreams that just popped up

but he would click on one to see what it’s about

his phone would probably be connected to his bluetooth speakers so he’d fucking scream when moans started blaring full blast

steve would scroll for a little while before exiting the site and texting tommy

the dumb conversation would probably be like

steve: wtf how do i even use that?

tommy: dude go to the fucking highest ranked girls and click on one of their lives or request a one on one stream

so steve would go back onto the website

and click on the ‘our best babes’ section

his eyes immediately scanning over the top 100 girls who were currently live

he wouldn’t be interested in any of the previews until his eyes caught sight of you

his thumb would hover over the stream for a sec before just clicking it

you’d be scrolling through the comments, dressed in nothing but a tight little skirt and some nipple clamps on

when you’d catch sight of a new name that you hadn’t seen before

 you’d smirk at the camera

“hey guys! we’ve got a new viewer, say hi to steve”

steve’s heart would be fucking racing

but he’d type back a short reply of “sup”

cursing himself because this was a site for fucking sex and the best he’s got is sup????

chuckling, you’d begin asking everyone what toy you should use

getting steve very very flustered because he didn’t know if he was supposed to participate along with the thousand other viewers

or just watch

but with your encouragement steve found himself typing out more and more replies

becoming confident enough to dirty talk

it wouldn’t be long until he began requesting private sessions

and since he was your favourite viewer you’d always accept 

which led to your current predicament

steve would be palming himself as he watched you fuck yourself on the dildo he asked you to use

his hand speeding up and slowing down his movements to just take in the sight of your dripping pussy taking the toy

your soft moans would be echoing through steves laptop speaker

the camera angled so you could see his face and his rock hard dick

don’t even mention his constant! praises! and! dirty! talk!

shit like

“you take that so well baby - bet you wish it was daddy’s cock huh?”

“if i was there with you, i’d make you cum so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk”

but he’d also love when you’d dirty talk

sub!baby

hearing you say shit like “fuck daddy you make me so wet”

and “this pussy is all yours”

would fucking r u i n him

steve swears he hasn’t orgasmed this hard before

ever.

and that’s just through a webcam, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like in real life

steve would feel himself drawing closer to the edge 

and would pick up on the staggering of your hips knowing that you were close too

so he’d let out a strained “wait for me baby girl, i want to cum with you”

your hand would move down to rub at your clit letting out a whine of “can i please cum daddy?”

and steve would grunt out a yes 

watching your pussy convulse around the toy inside you

your juices dripping down your thighs 

and your head thrown back in complete ecstasy as you let out gasps of his name

and that would do it for him

with a loud moan and his cock twitching - cum would shoot out onto his chest

his hand pumping himself dry as he whined your name

praises of “y-you did so good for me princess, fuck” slipping past his lips

steve would absolutely love when you got kinky 

telling him how many times he can come 

him edging you by making you use a vibrator

y’all would also fucking talk to each other afterwards

both of you grabbing snacks and just sitting there while telling each other about your day

steve! would! love! it!

the only thing he didn’t love so much was not being able to touch you

or hang out with you

because baby boy was falling head over heels for you

and the fact that you also had other clients

steve knew that they paid you and you needed the money for college

but he still couldn’t help the jealousy he felt

your routine would continue for months

and although steve had no idea where you were from, he felt like he knew mostly everything about you

he knew your quirks

your interests

what you wanted to study

E V E R Y T H I N G

so it surprised him when he saw you walk into scoops

like baby boy literally dropped the cone of ice-cream he was holding

his heart would start thumping and his mouth and eyes would be wide opened in shock

you’d walk up to the counter

your heeled boots clicking against the tiles

before you’d catch sight of the awestruck boy staring at you

you’d do a double-take before mimicking his expression

steve would quickly shake himself out of his trance 

stuttering out a quick “y-y/n?”

and you’d just be like “Steve?”

both of you dorks not saying anything else

steve would quickly rush around the counter and grab your arm, yelling out for robin that he was taking his break - not even waiting for her reply

baby boy would pull you with him out back to his car

just looking at you in awe 

before spluttering over his words

“y-you’re here? how? what are you doing here in hawkins?”

you’d chuckle and grab his hands to calm him down and just shrug

“my family just moved here, wasn’t exactly expecting to run into you”

but lemme tell you

that would be the start to an exciting relationship

filled with REAL LIFE kinky sex

and the soft shit too

this is shit shit shitty sorry for a T E R R I B L E ending

[ahoyhairington]

Someday (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, fluff

Based on the request: pregnancy scare w steve and he gets sad you’re not pregnant and admits to wanting to start a family

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you were supposed to start. You blamed the first week on a miscalculation, maybe you’d just counted your days wrong. When the second week rolled around, you began to worry. It eased some of your nerves to convince yourself that maybe your body was just naturally reworking itself, but the possibility always lingered in the back of your brain. But now, three whole weeks had gone by, and there wasn’t much else you could blame it on.

The drive to the pharmacy felt like it took hours, despite it being just up the road from the small house that you and Steve rented in the city. Your hands shook like a leaf as you presented the flimsy paper box to the cashier, who smiled sympathetically at you as she bagged your goods. 

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the polaroid that was tucked messily into the crack of your speedometer. It was one of just the two of you at a Halloween party just a few months prior to this day. You were both drunk off of your asses and in the grainy, washed-out photo, Steve was kissing your nose and holding a beer in the hand that wasn’t wound tightly around your wais. Your face was scrunched up in drunken bliss. You were happy. You both were. You still are. Would you be after this?

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pregnancy scare w steve and he gets sad you’re not pregnant and admits to wanting to start a family

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She’s posted bb gorl! Enjoy xx

-ahoyhairington 💛💛💛

[ahoyhairington]

Someday (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, fluff

Based on the request: pregnancy scare w steve and he gets sad you’re not pregnant and admits to wanting to start a family

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you were supposed to start. You blamed the first week on a miscalculation, maybe you’d just counted your days wrong. When the second week rolled around, you began to worry. It eased some of your nerves to convince yourself that maybe your body was just naturally reworking itself, but the possibility always lingered in the back of your brain. But now, three whole weeks had gone by, and there wasn’t much else you could blame it on.

The drive to the pharmacy felt like it took hours, despite it being just up the road from the small house that you and Steve rented in the city. Your hands shook like a leaf as you presented the flimsy paper box to the cashier, who smiled sympathetically at you as she bagged your goods. 

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the polaroid that was tucked messily into the crack of your speedometer. It was one of just the two of you at a Halloween party just a few months prior to this day. You were both drunk off of your asses and in the grainy, washed-out photo, Steve was kissing your nose and holding a beer in the hand that wasn’t wound tightly around your wais. Your face was scrunched up in drunken bliss. You were happy. You both were. You still are. Would you be after this?

It didn’t take much to get you into the bathroom, your nerves were enough. And if you thought the drive to the drugstore felt infinite, the fifteen minutes you spent pacing your shoebox of a bathroom felt longer by a tenfold. 

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you waited for the results. You had both been so careful, but there was that one night that you could never quite recall what exactly had happened. There was marijuana involved, as you remember shotgunning the smoke from Steve’s lips and feeling like your surroundings were floating, like nothing else in the world mattered besides you and Steve in your shared bed. Had you taken your pill that morning? Did Steve wear a condom? Only time would tell. 

The bile rose in your stomach when the kitchen timer chimed gleefully, signaling the end of your torturous wait. How ironic. You braced yourself before turning over the thin, white stick that would determine your fate, having a sinking feeling that you already knew what it was going to tell you.

Pregnant.

All you heard was white noise as salty, warm tears began spilling onto your cheeks. What were you going to do? You were too young to have a child. You had hardly been out of the house long enough to even unpack all of your belongings. There were still a few scattered boxes of winter coats and unused kitchenware stowed away in various nooks of the house.

And then, there was Steve. 

What would Steve think? He’d never mentioned having kids in the entire time that you’ve known him, much less did he pay them any mind when you passed families on the street or when one came toddling up to you at a restaurant, eager to show anyone and everyone their favorite stuffed animal. There was no way he was going to stay. He’s got too much going for him to be held back by raising a child. You’d be all alone, left to care for an infant that was unwanted by their father. And to be honest, you weren’t sure if you wanted them right now either.

It was then that you heard the front door unlock, and the taps on the hardwood indicating Steve’s arrival. 

Fuck.

He wasn’t supposed to be home for a few more hours. You needed more time than this, more time to think about what to say, what to do. You weren’t ready to lose him just yet.

“Y/N?” his voice rang throughout the house.

You heard his voice getting closer towards the bedroom, so you perked up from your slumped position on the tiled floor and tied to make yourself presentable.

“Babe?” Steve called out for you as he rounded the corner into the bathroom.

He smiled when he realized he found you, but it quickly faded once he saw your sullen composure.

“Hey,” you tried your best to sound cheery and happy that your boyfriend had arrived home so early, but the lingering tears pooling the corners of your eyes said otherwise.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s wrong?”

Steve quickly ran to your side and braced his hands on your shoulders. He’s always been so attentive, so empathetic towards you. 

“I think you should sit down, Steve,” your voice came out barely above a whisper.

You clutched the pregnancy test that was hidden behind your back tightly in your fist, then followed Steve out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you two shared.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

He really did look concerned, but who wouldn’t be? You looked like you had just seen a ghost, your skin was drained of all color and your eyes had turned a heartbreaking shade of gloom. Someone might have mistaken you for a corpse for all you knew.

Your mouth opened to say the words, but you couldn’t get them out. If you spoke them out loud, it solidified it, solidified the fact that Steve was going to walk right back out of the door and most likely never return. Before you were even aware of what was happening, your body went numb. You felt pins and needles of anxiety swallow your limbs as you’d slid back against the wall, lowering yourself into a crouching position.

Steve jumped from his spot on the bed to kneel down where you were lying. His arms enveloped you into his chest, and his fingers moved instinctively to your hair to pet it lovingly. He rocked and swayed you on the floor despite having any clue as to why you were so upset. That was until he noticed the unfamiliar white stick you were still holding on to. His heart sunk when he realized what it was.

“Is this yours?” he asked, panic evident in his voice.

All you could do was nod against his chest as sobs continued to wrack your body. Steve wasn’t cooing you anymore. He was stoic and firm, the muscles in his arms and back going completely stiff.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I’m pretty sure,” you sniffled.

“Those things aren’t always right, but I’m super late and there was that one time we-” was all that came out before more tears sprang from your eyes.

“Love, it’s alright. Is that why you’re so upset?” he craned his neck to get a good look at your face.

You shrugged.

“I mean, yeah. I can’t have a baby, Steve. I’m too young. Would you even stay? Do you even want it?”

“Hey, hey, hey, now. Don’t say that,” he reassured you, pulling your frame back into him.

“I would never leave you because of that. Don’t ever think that I would.”

You were swayed by his words, feeling the tears dry out from your cheeks, but you were still numb from it all. 

“We need to get you to the doctor to confirm it. Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

You shook your head, no. 

“Okay, good. We’ll go first thing.”

Steve scooped you up, allowing you to gain your footing before he walked you towards your side of the bed. He helped you undress, then redress in his favorite shirt of yours that you had worn down to its few, remaining threads. When you were both in your pajamas and ready for bed, Steve climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you close to his chest.

“I’m scared, Steve,” you murmured into the pillow, too afraid to turn around and face him. 

You heard Steve sigh heavily into your hair before speaking.

“It’ll be alright. Just try to get some rest. We’ll know for sure in the morning,” were the last words you heard before drifting off into an exhausted, well-needed slumber.

Steve wished he could do the same, but he was far too preoccupied with what was potentially his new reality. Did he want a baby? He knew for sure that he loved you and that there was no one else he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. But could he do it? Was he even capable of caring for something so precious and dependent on him for literally everything? His own experience with his parents that he tried to repress began seeping into his psyche. 

He wasn’t sure that he could make up his mind, but as he absentmindedly began stroking the bottom part of your tummy that was exposed from your ridden up t-shirt, wondering if there really was life growing inside of you, life that he created with you, out of love and compassion for each other.

And that said enough.

//

“Really?”

“Really,” confirmed the nurse as she removed her plastic gloves with a snap.

“You’re not pregnant.”

And just like that, it felt like you could breathe again. Everything could go back to normal, and you could sleep peacefully at night knowing you could stop worrying about Steve packing up and leaving you.

The ultrasound machine shut off, and the cold, clear jelly coating your stomach caused goosebumps to litter all across your exposed skin.

“Well, why am I so late?” you asked, joining Steve in helping to wipe off the thick goo from your belly.

“It happens. Bodies are weird. If you still don’t start by next month, come back to us. That might mean some other things, but right now, you’re fine. And you are definitely not pregnant, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank god,” you sighed, leaning back in the chair with your eyes closed in relief.

You weren’t looking in Steve’s direction, so you didn’t notice the way his face dropped when he saw how excited you were to not be pregnant.

“Let’s go home,” you cheered, thankful to have the burden of potentially being pregnant lifted from your shoulders.

//

Steve was silent the whole way home, not opening his mouth much more than to occasionally tell you that he loved you as he held your hand while he drove and ran your knuckles across his lips.

“You alright?” you asked as he helped you step out of the car.

“Mhmm,” he nodded, then slammed the door a little harsher than necessary.

//

The rest of the day was awkward, to say the least. Steve had more or less isolated himself from you. Whether it was going for a run, reading a book, or using a nap as an excuse to stay away from you for a short while, he did it all. It wasn’t unlost on you how weird Steve was acting, but you ignored the nervous feelings that bubbled inside of you, figuring he still feeling jostled from the whirlwind of events from the last 24 hours.

You always joined Steve on the couch for a movie after dinner, but when you were done putting the dishes away and placed the leftovers in the fridge, the living room was desolate. Steve was nowhere to be found. He’d bolted as soon as he cleared the pasta from his plate.

You padded into each room in the house. Not in the bonus room, not in the spare bedroom that was currently doubling as a reading room, not outside on the patio deck indulging himself with a joint from the dark wood box that he kept in the back of his sock drawer. The last room you checked was your bedroom, where you heard water running from beyond the master bathroom door.

Steam idled throughout the entire bathroom, creating a thick fog that was hard to see through. You thought it might be fun to join Steve, so you rid yourself of your clothing and stepped in towards the back of the tub.

Steve was facing the showerhead, letting the scalding water run directly in his face. The muscles in his back flexed as he massaged his jaw with his hands and you watched on as tiny water droplets raced quickly down his spine and towards his thighs.

“Hey, you,” you broke the silence, wrapping your arms around his middle.

He inhaled sharply at the commotion, as you’d clearly caught him off guard. Turning to face you, he did the best he could to smile. Had he not already been dripping wet from the shower, you would have been able to see the tear streaks that littered his cheeks and chin.

Steve kissed your forehead, then pulled you in for an embrace. He switched spots with you so that you could have your turn under the faucet, reaching for the shampoo that rested just above your head in the caddy.

You took your time washing each other, scratching each other’s scalps and washing away the germs from the doctor’s office and the outdoors. Steve pinched your bum as he lathered the lavender-scented soap across your body, an ulterior attempt to make you laugh and to also cover up the sadness that lurked within him.

When you were done bathing, you opted to stay under the water, holding onto each other loosely as the warmth from the shower surrounded you. Steve rested his chin atop your head, and your cheek was pressed firmly into his peck.

“Would it have been such a bad thing?” he piped up, the closest thing to a full sentence he’d spoken all day.

“What?” you turned your head up to look at him.

“For you to be pregnant? Would it have really been that bad?”

His eyes were melancholy and his lips were turned down in a frown like he’d worried himself sick over the question he’d just asked you.

“Steve, what are you talking abo-”

“You freaked out yesterday. And today, you acted like the nurse just told you you won the fucking lottery when she said you weren’t pregnant. Would you have really been that devastated if you were?”

You were at a loss for words. Was he genuinely upset? With you? Where was all of this coming from?

“I-I-I don’t know, Steve. We’re barely adults ourselves. You still eat pizza for breakfast and neither of us are even old enough to get into a fucking bar and have a beer. We can’t raise a child.”

He stepped back from holding you, growing sadder by the second that you seemed so disgusted at the thought of carrying his child.

“Is it me, then? Do you not want a baby with me?”

You felt the world stop turning as those words came out of his mouth.

“Steve, that is not what I said.”

You closed the gap between you two again, and this time it was you that took Steve in your arms.

“I want to have a baby with you, Y/N,” he muffled into your neck.

“I never thought about it until yesterday. I could give them everything I didn’t have. We could raise them the right way, not like my dad did me. I want a family. With you.”

The choke that wracked Steve’s body broke your heart. He had never been this candid and open with you about anything before. Even when it came to his troubling childhood or trauma from the events that took place in Hawkins years ago, he’d never said anything this bold.

“Shh, Steve. It’s alright,” you coddled him, swaying his broad chest from side to side as the water began to drop in temperature. 

Who knows how long you’d been standing in there.

“I do want a baby with you, Steve. Just not now.”

You knew everything from Steve’s past had been stewing inside of him for a while now, and this pregnancy scare had been the boiling point. He’s been deprived of the childhood that everyone deserved, and thinking of him righting the many ways he’d been wronged with his own child was probably some strain of self-fulfillment.

Of course, you wanted children with Steve. The mere thought of Steve swaddling a chunky newborn with thick tufts of brunette hair that mirrored his own was enough to set your ovaries on fire, but that was something for the future Y/N and Steve to discuss, not current Y/N and Steve that barely had their lives together as it was.

You felt Steve nod against your bare breast and his hands start to rub short circles along your back. 

“But someday, right?” he piped up, lifting his head from your shoulder.

You nodded back sternly, not wanting him to misconstrue your tone in the slightest.

“Someday.”

//

Author’s note: Hi guys! I’m back with a request! I had kinda forgotten about this blog, because I turned off notifs for it but I got this submission and it struck inspiration in me so I pumped it out real quick! It’s not as long as my other fics, but I still hope you enjoyed! Shoutout to @frenxhflowxr for the prompt!

((Also yeah I used the same gif for two different fics fight me idc idc))

[ahoyhairington]

joe keery confirming that steve doesn’t see himself as dumb is so iconic like ...... he couldn’t name a single movie but he’s still like yeah what about it

[ahoyhairington]

#steve is charmed by the power of cinema

[ahoyhairington]

Mother’s Day (Steve Harrington x fem!reader)

Summary: It’s your first Mother’s Day as an actual mother, and Steve’s got a few surprises up his sleeve.

Warnings: soooo much fluff, dad!Steve, mentions of childbirth, mentions of smut

A/N: This is my first time writing for Stranger Things, so I hope I did it justice! Likes/Reblogs/Comments/Asks are always appreciated! Let me know what you think and feel free to drop in any asks or headcanons you have for dad!Steve because I love the idea of him with a baby!

Word Count: 2.6k

May 8, 1989:

You woke up to two tiny, pudgy hands smacking rather harshly against your cheeks. It felt like you had been asleep for hours, but also only minutes at the same time. You hardly ever slept well these days. When you regained consciousness and wiped the sleep from your eyes, you were met with two identical sets of brown ones, both grinning from ear to ear. Just the sight of them could turn any shitty day right around.

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Steve Harrington as a dad: Headcanons

Warnings: dad!Steve, pregnancy, mentions of smut, childbirth, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m back with more dad!Steve content! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a comment or some feedback to let me know if you liked it! Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated.

As soon as you and Steve had enough money, you left Hawkins

You didn’t see anything there for you anymore and you wanted to escape the haunting memories of the events that took place there

You both moved somewhere more populated, like Indianapolis

You settle on a small, white house in a suburban neighborhood that has baby blue shutters and a decently sized backyard

It’s not much but it was perfect for the two of you

Plus, being as young as you were there weren’t many places willing to let you move in

You also didn’t want to ask Steve’s parents for money, because Steve refused to be tied to them in any way

You do everything yourself like moving furniture, painting walls, decorating the living room

It’s a bonding experience in and of itself and you both almost killed each other at least seven times because of how overworked and annoyed you both got

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[ahoyhairington]

Whatcha wanna talk about? Steve carrying his babies around in a sling and lookin like an absolute snack???

Wow just realized this whole time my clown ass never turned on my ask box 😔

If you guys would like to discuss dad!Steve or my other fics I’m all ears and ready to melt ur hearts 😤😤

[ahoyhairington]

Wow just realized this whole time my clown ass never turned on my ask box 😔

If you guys would like to discuss dad!Steve or my other fics I’m all ears and ready to melt ur hearts 😤😤

[ahoyhairington]

“Whoa.”

“What?”

“He’s running.”

[ahoyhairington]

I want someone to look at me the way Steve is looking at his bats

[ahoyhairington]

Steve Harrington in STRANGER THINGS 3

[ahoyhairington]

just two pretty boys in the shower being pretty.

[ahoyhairington]

Thinking about Steve Harrington and why I really love his redemption arc, and I think one of the big things is that, like… he doesn’t really get anything out of it? He gets his ass kicked in every season. His girlfriend dumps him (after cheating on him, depending on how you interpret everything that went down with Nancy and Jonathan). He went from the being the most popular guy in the school to a loser, a joke. His social circle consists of middle school students. The next girl he falls for turns out to be a lesbian. He couldn’t get into college and is working a shitty minimum wage job in an embarrassing uniform. In his words, he makes three bucks an hour and he has no future.

Like, he’s never rewarded by the narrative for becoming a good person, and he’s never given any Freudian excuses for how much of a dick he was through most of S1. He just realized that he was being shitty and decided to do better. I appreciate that.

[ahoyhairington]

literally nothing in stranger things will ever be funnier to me than billy sitting poolside in his lifeguard snuggie and his trucker hat w a cup of ice from 711

mans has had it with everything. he's done. he's tired. he's had Enough. he's possessed by an interdimensional shadow creature and yet he's still out here like "let's get this bread ig." honestly iconic