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[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

Recently got into Teen Wolf that past year. Obsessed with my baby Scott and his boyfriends Stiles & Derek 🥰

Scott McCall and his gaggle of hot boyfriends.

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

What are some of your AgentAnt headcanons?

Scott didn’t mean to ask Jimmy out at the end of Ant-Man 2, but hey, he already did it, might as well go ahead

they went to the aquarium. it went well! Scott kept pointing at weird/cool fish and saying “you”. Jimmy blushed

they tried to go on a Fancy Date once to a nice restaurant. It was overpriced, and they started laughing and joking too loud and got kicked out. Ended up getting mcdonald’s fries and ice cream cones instead. They had a blast

Jimmy panicked for eight hours straight before meeting Cassie - changing and rechanging his outfit, combing his hair like crazy, washed his face three times and kept having to moisturize. In a caffeine-filled frenzy, he stopped at a toy store on the way over and bought a shit ton of random things, including an expensive toy drone. Cassie loves him and would have if he’d shown up in a pair of jeans and an Ironic t-shirt

Jimmy loves to cook and makes them meals all the time! Scott tried to make breakfast once to show his appreciation

it did not go well

Scott is banned from his own kitchen

Scott let Jimmy name some of the ants, which is how they got several that did not fit the ANT-theme. Cleopatra is his favorite.

(had to look up Scott’s ex-wife and her new husband’s names) Maggie and Jim were very suspicious of Jimmy at first because he used to check up on Scott when the latter was on parole. They came to love him when he put on a “magic show” with the tricks he learned from Scott and they realized how genuinely nice and harlmess is

Scott says that they can’t have a Jim AND a Jimmy, so it’s only fair that Jim now be called Dale.

[disdaidal]

How Harringrove celebrates Halloween:

Omg yesssssss~ I saw this yesterday and I got so excited about this. But I had to study for a test, so this took me a while to respond.

Because, I loooove vampires. 🧛

I was going to write a short little response (or a headcanon) to this, but I got carried away as usual and ended up writing... something close to 3k. 🙈

So I hope this is okay with you. If not, please just skip this. ^^

~*~

Billy's not the one to usually celebrate Holidays. He used to, he used to go trick or treating with Max when he was younger. But then Neil had told him he's too old for that kind of crap and needs to stop. So now Billy thinks holidays are lame and Halloween is just for kids.

But Steve - Steve loves Halloween. It's that one night during the whole year when he gets to be something that he isn't - something that he secretly wants to be. And this Halloween he's decided that he wants to be a vampire. Because vampires are cool and scary, right? In fact, he's even rented The Lost Boys movie, to get into that perfect scary night mood.

So when Billy finally makes his way to Harrington's, rings the doorbell and Steve opens the front door for him, dressed up as a vampire - dark hair slicked back, wearing white makeup, black cloak and plastic fangs -, Billy rewards him a loud snort, then proceeds to cackle like a hyena.

"Seriously, Harrington?"

Steve gives him a deep frown, followed with a childish pout. Slamming his hand on Billy's shoulder to pull him forward. "Get inside, you dickhead. Where's your costume?"

"Nah, I don't do that kind of shit. I'm here for the party that you promised me... Count Harrington."

So, Billy has already broken one simple rule, which required him to wear a Halloween costume for their private party. And he's already making fun of Steve, which only serves to make Steve blush in the slightest. But then again, he's invited Billy Hargrove, of all people, to his house, so, he only has himself to blame. The bratty, loud blonde couldn't be nice to him even if he tried (and Billy certainly wasn't trying).

Steve had just felt so fucking lonely lately, like he always did every year around Halloween, because his parents were never present. Last year, he'd gone to Tina's party with Nancy, just to be humiliated by both Billy and Nancy by the end of the night and having to leave there quickly with tears threatening to spill out from his eyes.

And now, for some twisted fucking reason, Billy is the only one who's actually coming to his house party now. Even though Steve can't really tell why; all this time he's thought that Hargrove hated his guts. Or maybe he's here just to drink his booze and humiliate him some more - it's a plausible option, knowing Billy.

Steve tries not to take Billy's words into heart and leads him further into his house. He's put up Halloween decorations everywhere to fit the mood, and lit several candles. He's also put some pain and effort into making some snacks for them, baking some cookies too and had raided his parents' liquor cabinet, pulling out a huge bottle of red wine.

Billy whistles lowly, appreciating the effort Steve's put into all of this at least. Not knowing that Steve could cook and bake too. Even if has to put up his usual jackass act and make fun of Steve's costume, throwing terrible vampire puns at him. He even takes a sniff at the wine glass in his hand, poking his tongue out and sticking the tip into the red liquid. Just to make sure Harrington's not an actual freak, and it's not real blood.

Steve rolling his eyes at Billy because seriously, this guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Even if the sight of Billy flicking his tongue out to taste the wine makes Steve feel slightly hotter. And it isn't just because of the wine already circling in his system.

Once they'd sat down on Steve's couch to watch the Lost Boys, Billy can't literally shut up (not that he ever could) about David's blond mullet and the dangle earring, 'cause ya know, he's so fucking cool'. Proceeds to run his fingers through his own mullet and lightly touches his own earring, giving Steve a proud wink and a grin, like they are literally the best thing about him. To which Steve merely snorts at and shakes his head, trying his hardest not to blush at Billy's stupid little wink.

Hargrove just knows how to make things awkward between them. And somehow, it turns Steve on even more.

But Billy keeps blabbering nonstop also because according to him, the relationship between Michael and David is so not straight.

"Harrington. What kind of gay movie is this anyway? You sure you picked this from the horror section and just some weird... gay vampire porn section?"

Not that Billy would know anything about gay porn. He would never. Steve proceeds to roll his eyes yet again, probably for the hundredth time during that night already, and tells Billy to shut up and have some more wine. Which is exactly what Billy does.

Later when the movie's credits are finally rolling and they're both pretty drunk (Billy especially because Steve had to fetch another wine bottle just for him), Billy's sitting shirtless on the floor, between Steve’s legs who’s sitting on the couch, also shirtless now, his knees resting on each side of Billy’s body.

And Billy's head is spinning just a little bit; there's that pleasant heat circling in his chest and belly from all that wine he's consumed so far. He's drunk but not too drunk to feel sick yet. And he kind of wants to just get up and get moving, do something about that light spinning in his head – anything but lie against his former rival like they’re suddenly in love or something.

But at the same time, he also very much enjoys having the heat of Steve's body against his back. The scent of Steve's cologne filling his senses, the somewhat rough surface of his dark jeans pressing against his back, which however, doesn't feel entirely unpleasant. And Billy just… leans back.

When Steve feels Billy leaning back against him, into his lap and basically into his crotch, his heart begins rapidly racing too. Heat gathering down in his belly and in his groin, and he’s suddenly praying that he’s not going to pop a boner against Hargrove’s back. Because that would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

But then again, Billy is the one leaning into him. Doesn't seem to mind their closeness and isn't showing signs of pulling away. Almost like he wants it.

It does raise a few questions in Steve's head; questions that he almost wants to ask. But he decides against it at the last minute and zips his lips tightly before he can say something that he might regret later on.

Instead, he's leaning forward, closer to Billy, and places his arms on his shoulders without a second thought. Testing the waters, wanting to see how Billy’s reacting to his touch. Lightly resting his head against Billy’s even though it’s probably a dumb move – Hargrove could headbutt him any second and give him a concussion – but with the alcohol running in his system, Steve isn’t thinking straight either. So, he leans his head against Billy’s, feeling the soft curls on his cheek. His breath falling hot on the other man’s neck though he isn’t really aware of it.

Then Billy surprises him by leaning even further between his legs, almost slumping backwards into his lap, and Steve could swear that hears Billy hum. A small, low hum in his throat.

And the soft sound that Billy does deep in his throat, also does things to Steve. He’s really fighting the urge not to pop a boner against Billy's back now. Knowing he must be pretty desperate, lusting after his former rival because he hadn't gotten laid in a long time. But fuck, he would be lying if he said that Billy Hargrove wasn't one hot son of a bitch. Making Steve seriously question his sexuality, even though he’s already had a threesome with Tommy and Carol once, making out with Tommy in front of Carol because they were both high and she thought it was hot, but that was different.

Tommy wasn't Billy. And Billy wasn't Tommy. No, Billy Hargrove was something else, something more.

And Billy’s breathing is hitches lightly too when he feels Steve's breath falling hot on his neck. Closing his eyes and almost instinctively tilting his head to the side - like he's offering himself for an easy meal for the other man. Like he wants Steve to feast on his neck. 'Cause Steve’s a vampire tonight and vampires suck, ha ha.

And then, Steve's lifting his head from Billy's neck, his pink lips almost brushing against the soft, sensitive ear of Billy Hargrove – the one where his precious dangle earring is hanging from – and without second thought, whispering the first thing that comes to his mind, in Billy’s ear:

"I could you suck you dry, Hargrove."

His voice is husky, a little bit slurred, both from the wine and the fact that his brain had just escaped his skull and had taken control of his dick now. And Billy knows Steve's just as drunk as he is. Not thinking straight, just like Billy isn't thinking straight right now. The heat pooling in his stomach, clenching from arousal just from thinking about having Steve's mouth on him, those sinful, fucking pink lips of his sucking him to the very last drop.

"That another freaky vampire fantasy of yours, Harrington?"

Because Billy just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. And this time, he actually wants to slap himself for that.

Surprisingly, Steve doesn't pull away this time; he actually snorts at his response. Billy frowning and tensing just a little bit because he doesn't know how Steve's going to react. His breath getting even heavier, almost whimpering when Steve slowly moves his hands away from his shoulders - wanting to reach for them and pull them back on him. But then they are snaking past Billy's arms, over his chest, and Billy damn near jolts when those long, sinful fingers are suddenly finding his nipples and pinching at them.

It doesn't hurt; it doesn't even feel unpleasant. But his nipples are just so goddamn sensitive,and he almost curses aloud because he realizes he’s reacted like a sensitive, little bitch now. Like he’s some fucking virgin and getting touched for the first time. Something that Harrington’s bound to notice and could easily make fun of. And now Billy’s dick had suddenly taken interest in the situation too, rapidly chubbing up in his pants. Just from having his nipples toyed with.

His eyes remain closed, holding his breath and tensing his body but he could almost swear that Harrington’s smiling against cheek - that smug son of a bitch. Bet he's thought about doing that to Billy for a long time, and now he's finally getting the reaction he’s been looking for and getting a kick out of it.

To make matters even worse, Steve tilts his head again and actually lets his lips brush against the soft skin of Billy's sensitive ear. Brushing ever so lightly but enough to make Billy shiver. Even flicking his tongue out, dragging the wet tip against the length of his earlobe, like Billy wasn't already struggling to keep his dick in his pants.

"It's not your blood that I want to suck, Hargrove. If you catch my drift."

Turning it into another breathless, husky whisper. Nibbling at Billy's ear ever so slightly.

And yeah, Billy catches his drift. Catches it very well indeed.

In fact, he can’t even really help it this time - he actually groans softly at Steve’s words. Feeling ashamed that he'd suddenly let it slip past his lips, like he no longer had any control over his own body, because now he definitely sounds like one big, needy bitch. One of those bitches that the old King Steve would bring here just to bed them, every fucking weekend, just to pop their sweet little cherries.

Because while Steve might've lost his crown and most of his friends, he sure as fuck hadn't lost his charm. If he could fuck Billy with that husky voice of his, those words and those long fingers of his, he would. And Billy would absolutely let him.

Billy's heard all aboutKing Steve, all those stories, because Steve’s old buddy Tommy had kindly filled him in. That Steve’s dick has seen a lot of action – that half of the Hawkins High’s girls were singing and writing ballads of his nine inches. Or was it even ten. Billy could honestly not keep up with Tommy’s stories anymore.

And it's not like Billy even bought into those stories, not really. Tommy Hagan was mostly full of shit, so at least half of what he’s said had to be bullshit. And while Billy could at least admit that he’d been checking Steve out in the school’s showers because hey, he was curious to see if the king even lived up to his reputation - and then deemed that Steve was decent sized at least. But hung like a horse? It's not like Billy could even see Steve's dick properly or anything because he didn't want to openly stare at his junk while there were other jocks in the room too, but still.

Steve couldn't possibly be that big, right?

Besides, that's not why Billy had come here tonight, anyway. He hadn't come here because he was feeling lonely, actually harboring a massive crush on Harrington (even if he was absolutely terrible at showing it) or hoping to test some silly rumors regarding King Steve.

Because... Steve Harrington is straight, he only likes girls. That's what everybody says, all the time.

Billy had come here to party, get drunk with Steve because frankly speaking, he was sick of drinking with Tommy and Carol. Sick of hearing their stupid voices, understanding perfectly why Steve ditched them in the end. And because Billy wanted to get away from Vicki Carmichael as well, because the dumb broad just couldn't take the hint.

And yet... When Steve had whispered those sinful words in his ear, taking Billy completely off guard, practically taking his breath away as well and making his dick thicken his pants, Billy might've just been convinced that maybe, just maybe, Steve wasn't so straight, after all.

That maybe he wanted Billy, too.

It was at least enough to fill him up with hope, dreams and desires. Dreams and desires that Billy might've kept inside of him for a a long time now because those things he’d dreamed about would never happen, and Steve would never reciprocate those kinds of feelings anyway.

But then, Steve was whispering those sinful words in Billy's ear. Making all the rational thoughts escape Billy's brain as well. Because he had never been too good at thinking anyway; just acting on his feelings.

He knows it could be a mistake. Steve could be just fucking with him. Making fun of him, toying with his feelings. Wanting to test the waters, test him, see if his old King Steve charm could work on Billy too. Because Hargrove isn't gay, is he?

But the truth is, the longer Billy sits there, leaning against his old enemy (and his secret crush), the more he starts to realize that he doesn’t even really give a fuck anymore. That he probably should but doesn’t. Figures he's got nothing to lose, and if does, he doesn't really care if he loses it.

He’s come here for a reason. And he isn’t willing to back down anymore.

Because Billy Hargrove isn’t a pussy.

So, he gives Steve a small, tentative nod after a while. Breathing heavily through his nose as he tries to gather his thoughts and mentally pull himself together, prepare himself for the possible, disappointing blow; a pitiful sneer from the king’s lips.

But Steve doesn't do that. He stalls and his breath hitches too. Billy could still feel him warm against his back, his breath hot and lingering against his neck. But Steve doesn't do anything, doesn’t say anything - it's like Billy had suddenly broken him.

Billy then opens his eyes and turns his head slowly, readying himself to meet Steve's big hazel eyes with his bright blue ones. Steve has taken those stupid fangs off and his pretty face is still covered in white paint, his eyes framed with black eyeshadow. But fuck, if he isn’t just gorgeous in Billy’s eyes. And he knows he’s doomed.

The slow descent of dark, heavy eyelashes against freckled cheekbones as Billy finally whispers breathlessly:

"Do it then, big boy. Suck me dry."

~*~

And that's exactly what Steve does. Sucking Billy dry, to the last drop, like he’s absolutely thirsty for him. Then later claims him, in his bed and completely wrecks him until he’s shaking. Steve’s former rival quickly learning that those stories about his nine or ten inches were not just rumors, and he’s loving every single inch of it.

Billy suddenly wants to write ballads about it too, then howl them into the night like a wolf, or a werewolf (which he soon regrets not having dressed up as for this Halloween).

It really is the best fucking Halloween Billy Hargrove's ever had.

Being sucked and claimed by Count Harrington, in his big bed, in his big castle. Together curing their loneliness, feeding into each other's fantasies, then curled up in his bed together, kissing each other silly – the faint moonlight shining through the curtains.

And Billy’s certain he’s made the right decision to come here tonight. Wanting to do it again and again.

So, maybe next Halloween?

🦇🎃

A/N: The Lost Boys is one of my favorite 80's movies (for certain reasons lol), so I just had to add it to this. Because gay vampires, mullets, dangle earrings = hell yeah.

[tuiyla]

“You really think I’m gonna come back and help you and your stupid glee club after you treated all of us. How you treated me after you went to college?”

Ngl S6 Kitty hit right on the nose with that one

Exactly!

I'm glad there was an acknowledgment of the season 4 newbies' treatment in season 6 because they were just... cast aside. Not only from a TV show perspective but in-universe, too. And when Kitty reveals that Sue bullied all the others into transferring it really makes the whole "Glee Club is a found family where you're accepted no matter what" message hollow and bleak. Yikes, they were the ones left behind. And I don't think it was any of the other characters' responsibility, as such, but it's a sad story nonetheless.

And particularly when it comes to Kitty, even as the one who stayed and eventually rejoined Glee Club and won Nationals, thinking about her junior year still makes me sad. The alumni and graduates all left without ever looking back and Artie presumably dumped her right as he moved to New York. Based on what she says, it wasn't exactly amicable. And then Marley, Jake, Unique and Ryder, all of whom she had a rocky relationship with at first had become her genuine friends which we get the sense doesn't come easy to her due to trust issues. But then they leave, too, and Sue only keeps Kitty remain a Cheerio, an aspect of her social life that Kitty didn't particularly enjoy by the end.

To your quote I'd also like to add this one to hammer the point home:

I invested everything into Glee Club. And what did it get me? They all deserted me. The only reason I'm still here is because Sue needed me for Cheerios. I miss singing and dancing and the feeling of being in the choir room. But I know Sue... and I know you. And I don't wanna jump back in just to get my heart broken again in a couple weeks when it all goes away.

Heartbreaking honesty from someone who was so reluctant, hostile even to the concept of being part of the team and letting them close. Didn't think I'd be saying this when I first started watching season 4 but I'm team Kitty, all the way.

[draculcid]

In relations to Greek mythology, what would Billy and Steve be the Gods of?

ooooh i would compare steve to apollo (god of healing, music, poetry and the sun). and billy to poseidon (god of the sea, waves, earthquakes, and storms)

[boasamishipper]

For IceMav, what are some situations where they would call each other their real names?

The fandom's pretty split on this, truth be told - I'm of the opinion that as Mav and Ice knew each other at TOPGUN as Mav and Ice, that's what they'd prefer to call each other when they're together. This theory mostly stems from Mav specifically introducing himself to Charlie as Maverick and not Pete, which makes me believe that's what he prefers to be called. And the only time we see Ice called Tom is when Goose (who presumably knew him pre-movie and pre-call sign) introduces him to Maverick that way, so I theorize he prefers being called Ice as well. Everyone's opinion on the matter is completely valid as post-canon is nothing if not Free Real Estate, so it's really up to you what you think Mav and Ice would most prefer to call each other.

In my headcanon for them, I think there are definitely situations where they'd call each other by their real names; namely when one introduces the other to someone they don't know (ie. "This is my husband, Tom Kazansky.") or their students at TOPGUN ("This is Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick."). Additional possibilities include situations where their legal names are required, like if Ice was in the hospital Mav would ask to see Tom Kazansky and not Iceman, or when they're talking to their civilian friends/acquaintances who don't know them by their call signs. But, all in all, I feel Mav would call Ice "Ice" and Ice would call Mav "Mav" when they're talking directly to each other, and in all other situations that aren't described above.

Hope that helps a little!

[satellitesunset]

Dave not singing a song during all its six seasons was one of the biggest crimes

so true Dave absolutely deserve to sing at least once

[gravegroves]

Billy and Steve constantly fight over who gets to be bottom 🙈

HAHAHA for sure! They'll have to compromise, I guess. Double ended dildo anyone???