It Is 5 Days Until My Birthday!

Hello? I need an ambulance, I'm dying. What's the cause? Steve Harrington with a beard.

Here is some more Bearded!Steve before I go to sleep.

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A brief interruption during Joe's panel

They look yummy yummy and they are going in my tummy 😋

(I am so sorry 😥)

if you’re craving chocolate muffins after the olympic muffin man videos, jordan the stallion on tiktok has the recipe for you

20 days until my birthday so here's 20 facts about me.

1. I listen to music like 25/8

2. My favourite animal is dogs and/or dog like animals

3. My favourite color is blue

4. I am not as scared of horror movies/TV-series as I used to be but anything with zombies and I will have nightmares for the next two weeks

5. My worst fear is zombies

6. My go-to-drinks is ice coffee and hot chocolate

7. I have a dog. He's a Kerry Blue Terrier (and a pain in my ass)

8. I like to read and write

9. I am obsessed with older men. Anywhere between Harrison Ford to Joe Keery

10. My current obsession is Joe Keery and I'm going to watch his movie Spree on my birthday. 😍

11. I like to sing and dance although I'm not good at it

12. I grew up with Linedance, 90's music and old movies and TV-series (anything between the 50's to the 90')

13. I like to collect anime, TV-series and movie merch

14. My favourite YouTuber's are JackSepticEye and Markiplier

15. I love to color and cut my hair

16. My favourite movie is Dumbo (1941) and my favourite TV-show is MacGyver (1985)

17. I love tattoos (I want more tattoos 😔)

18. My room is filled with teddy bears and plushies that I've had since I was a baby and I am never getting rid of them

19. I don't usually care for spoilers

20. I am currently saving so that I can get Netflix so that I can finally watch Stranger Things for the first time

I wish that I could see this whole thing with my very own eyes 🤩🤩🤩

therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.

cunt dracula:

Mrs. Levy is the man 😂😂😂

Lunchtime Visits

dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [839 words]

Saturday at noon was Steve’s favourite time of day, even when he was working. More often than not, especially when he was working. ‘Cause he got to wait behind the desk of Family Video, anticipating the ding of the bell. 

And when it rang out, a little too shrill, he’d beam when you appeared, eyes already searching for him through the glass, one hand pushing the door and the other cradling your stomach. 

He’d light up like he’d just come alive, like the whole day had been grey before you’d arrived. You were growing more and more pregnant by the hour, it seemed, tummy rounding, six months in and it was true what everyone said, you were glowing. 

You’d protest when Steve told you as such, waving off his sweet intentions with a reminder of how your ankles were swollen, how the smell of most foods made you gag and your mood could go from easy going to downright monstrous in less than six seconds. 

Steve would simply shrug and tell you you looked beautiful anyway. 

Today was no different, especially when you slid a Tupperware box full of fresh pasta in front of him, a brownie slice wrapped in tinfoil on top. 

“You’re an angel,” he told you in greeting, moving out from behind the counter to lean down for you, hands on your little bump as he kissed you. “Far too good to me.”

You hummed, a soft smile on your lips. You looked tired, eyes heavy and you felt tired, back protesting at the extra weight, legs sore from the slight waddle you’d started to adopt. 

“I’ll remember that when I want something,” you joked, leaning into the boy, letting him rub at your back. 

Steve scoffed lightly, mouth pressed to your hairline as you hummed at his touch. “You say that like I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted.”

“You’re soft, Harrington,” you told him but you were delighted with his words, head tilting back up to him for another kiss that he gave you eagerly. 

“For you? Damn right,” Steve replied but his brows creased as he took in your scrunched features, lips twisting as you tried to keep the smile from sliding off your face. “S’wrong, babe? Sore?”

You gave in and nodded, face pressed to Steve’s neck to hide the way you winced but the baby was doing a full gymnastics routine against your rib cage. 

Robin appeared as Steve was coaxing you to lean against him more, your back to his chest so he could tuck his hands under your bump and gently lift, taking some of the weight off of your back. You sighed and let your head tip back against him, nose pressed into his throat in thanks. 

It was entirely too intimate for such a setting but Robin refrained from teasing, seeing the relief on your face as she stacked some tapes by the till. 

“It’s the mothership,” she said in greeting, smiling fondly when you rolled your eyes and waved. 

“Rough day?” She asked and you didn’t get a chance to reply as a small, elderly woman was shuffling her way towards the desk. 

She handed over some tapes and greeted Robin with a smile, turning to gaze at you over the rim of her glasses before she spotted the boy behind you. 

“Oh, Steven!” She smiled, hands clasped together as she took both of you in, the boy’s hands still cradling your bump. “Is this your lovely wife I’m always hearing about?”

Steve laughed and you could tell by the sound that his cheeks were pink. You lifted your hand to flash the small diamond there, shiny and delicate as Steve explained:

“Uh, almost, Mrs Levy,” he rubbed your stomach affectionately. “We were ready to book the venue when this happened. You know how it is, she just couldn’t keep her hands off me.” He grinned wide, all flirt and charm. 

“Steve,” you elbowed him in the stomach and Robin snorted, both of you aware of how the seventy odd year old woman’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses. 

Mrs Levy took her videos and change from Robin and she headed towards the door, leaving you all to wonder what kind of complaint Keith was going to receive over the phone in the morning. But the old woman stopped just before you, patting at your hand and nodding solemnly. 

She gave Steve a quick glance, a once over with sharp eyes that left him straightening up a little. 

“I’d have struggled too, my dear,” she agreed, “all the best now for when the baby arrives!”

And then she was gone, door bell ringing, Robin wheezing and your lips parted in shock. 

You turned to Steve, trying your best not to laugh at his bewildered expression, his pink tinged cheeks and wide eyes. 

“Is there something you have to tell me?” You teased, pressing your lips together to contain your smirk. Steve wasn’t sure if he was supposed to look aghast or wildly smug. “Mrs Levy, huh?”

Why can I see some of the Stray Kids members wearing this?

Guy just walked in with a shirt that said “I don’t question my wife’s choices because I’m one of them” and frankly I’m obsessed

Just 26 days until I turn 23!

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

You know what that means? I will post my first fic.

I hope you will like it. 🤗

It's 2:30 AM. I have never tried to hold my laugher so much in my entire life!

Imagine virgin ushijima being a firm believer of "only doing it on the sacred first night of marriage"

entertaining tendou and tormenting his girlfriend to no end at the same time lol

"Thou Shalt Not Smash (Until Married)"

You weren’t religious. You didn’t even really believe in “soulmates.” But clearly, in a past life, you pissed off someone in heaven—because your current boyfriend, Wakatoshi Ushijima, had declared—at the ripe old age of 20—that he would only “lay with a woman on the sacred first night of marriage.”

Yes. He said “lay.” And yes, he meant it.

You blinked at him across the dinner table that fateful day.

“I respect your beliefs,” you’d said, smiling through the emotional damage.

But what you really meant was: I am never knowing peace again.

Let’s get one thing straight: Ushijima was not just “hot.” He was catastrophically hot. A full-course meal with a side of emotional stability and an accidental ability to fold you like a yoga mat just from lifting groceries.

And he had the AUDACITY to be pure.

He kissed you like a man possessed, whispered things like “I want to learn every part of you,” and then proceeded to drop you off at your front door like an Uber driver.

No sleepovers. No touching below the waist. NO HORIZONTAL FELLOWSHIP.

Tendou, of course, made it worse.

“So let me get this straight,” Tendou said, slurping boba during your group hangout. “You’re dating the human embodiment of sex appeal, but you’re not allowed to use him?”

Ushijima: “She is not ‘using’ me.” You: “Tendou please.” Tendou: “Oh no, I support this. It’s like watching a volcano trying not to erupt.”

He leaned closer, smirking. “Tell me, how often does your virtuous mountain get a little... unstable?”

You thought about:

That time Ushijima’s hand brushed your thigh and he excused himself to pray for discipline.

That time he accidentally moaned during a deep kiss and physically LEFT THE PREMISES to go run stairs.

That time you sat on his lap by accident and he said, “I must leave before I betray my soul.”

You looked Tendou dead in the eyes. “He is a danger to himself.”

And oh, how the torment continued.

You wore a crop top one day? Ushijima blushed, stared at the floor, and asked if you were cold.

You cuddled him on movie night? He recited Psalms.

One day, after a particularly steamy make-out session, he gripped your shoulders and said: “We must stop. I’m having thoughts.”

THOUGHTS.

You were dating a medieval monk in a modern athlete’s body.

And then came... The Incident.

You were at his apartment. Alone. Dangerous. Reckless. Living on the edge.

You wore shorts. And his shirt. You were curled up in his lap. He was tense.

You kissed his jaw. He froze. You kissed his throat. He exhaled hard. You kissed his mouth and he groaned—like an injured animal—before jerking back and saying, “I fear the demon within me is stirring.”

You blinked. “The demon??”

He stood. Paced. Looked out the window like a Shakespearean widow. Then, softly: “It whispers... unholy instructions.”

You screamed into a couch cushion.

Later that night:

You texted Tendou in all caps:

YOU HAVE TO GET HIM LAID OR I’M GOING TO DIE TENDOU 🍓: lol what did the demon say this time YOU: THAT I HAVE CURVES THAT LEAD TO RUIN TENDOU: oh he’s GONE LMAO

The worst part? You loved him. Genuinely. But you were a woman on the edge.

Your group of friends made a “Countdown to Marriage” board in your group chat.

Tendou made bingo cards:

Ushijima quotes the Bible ✅

Ushijima leaves to take a cold shower ✅

Ushijima accidentally gets a boner then apologizes to the Lord ✅

Ushijima genuinely considers breaking up to save your chastity ✅✅✅

You hit BINGO every week.

The final straw?

You sent him a photo. A tasteful one. A little flirty. Little wink. Just the edge of cleavage. Nothing wild.

He didn’t reply for 47 minutes.

Then he texted:

“I have thrown my phone in the sink and gone for a run. Please understand.”

You did not.

One week later, in the group chat:

TENDOU 🍓: update: ushijima saw a victoria’s secret ad and whispered “the flesh is weak” like he’s in a renaissance play SHIRABU: we’re not gonna survive this, are we REON: why is he like this YOU: because God is testing me and I’m failing

In conclusion:

Being Ushijima’s girlfriend is like dating a noble king who wants to honor your soul, but your soul just wants to get absolutely destroyed.

And somewhere, in the shadows, Tendou watches it all like it's his favorite reality show.

TO BE CONTINUED… WHEN MARRIAGE HAPPENS (2069)