Loyal To Few, Ruled By None

in times like these at least i have the character

LYDIA MARTIN and SCOTT MCCALL in TEEN WOLF (2011-2017).

What I NEED is to give Billy a massive working class extended family on his moms side. Like cousins he’s never met, aunties and uncles where he isn’t 100% sure how he’s related to them, a family gathering that takes up an entire hall

And they haven’t seen Billy since he was about 7/8, because Neil cut him off from that side of the family, but the moment Neil leaves, Billy discovers love from places he never knew existed.

He’s fixing lights for his uncle in exchange for the best meal he’s ever had. He’s learning to speak Gailige because his great grandparents still refuse to speak English. His aunts asking him if he’s found a nice girl (or boy) yet.

He’s everyone’s favourite cousin, go to nephew, most doting grandchild. And he gets to bring Max into that family too, and they immediately embrace her.

It’s what he deserves

(Pssst @shieldofiron)

*at the club*

eddie: everyone's wasted and the music fucking SUCKS i hate this place

also eddie, while billy is grinding against him on the dancefloor: this is what i live for

okay BUT CONSIDER:

billy hargrove being a big softie in the morning!!! billy wanting steve to stay in bed cuddled up with him because he likes to be little spoon and gets cold without steves arms wrapped around him and his chest pressed to billy’s back. billy making annoyed grabby hands from under the covers towards steve, mumbling at him in a whiny voice to ‘come back to bed, the fuck harrington it’s early’. steve laughing at his needy boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to get ready for a run, always a morning person. while steve’s brushing his teeth, billy appears in the doorway wearing one of steve’s discarded sweatshirts with the neck stretched out and pouts as he leans against the doorjamb. he whines at steve ‘20 more minutes cmon, back to bed’ gesturing sleepily and pathetically behind him. steve huffs and gestures at the running shorts and underarmor tee he’s wearing in attempts to make billy understand he was going for a run. but billy just continues to give him those sad sad eyes and says ‘steve baby, please’ and who is steve harrington to say no to such a polite request?

they go back to bed for much longer than 20 minutes :))))))

(tw: dubcon)

harrington’s a team player

full 🔞 version at my bluesky

sorry just thinking about platonic hollogrove being girly pops and taking long luxurious bubble baths together complete with hair masks for their curls and a bottle of champagne heather steals from her parents and a shared joint they keep passing back and forth while they catch up on the latest gossip. there is also candles and mood music

@quartztwst @skrimpyskimpy @vampshiki @vanrouge13 @r7v3n boost! '

Already Home

Pack nights at the loft were loud, chaotic, and exactly what Stiles needed after a long week of school and supernatural nonsense. He’d curled up on the couch, wedged between Isaac and Boyd, still listening to the conversation even as his blinks grew longer. The warmth, the hum of voices, the solid weight of Derek sitting on the armrest beside him—all of it lulled him into sleep before he even realized he was drifting.

It wasn’t until Scott tried to wake him that things got… tense.

“Hey, Stiles—” Scott barely had his hand halfway to Stiles’ shoulder when a low, warning growl rumbled through the room. Scott froze. Everyone did.

Derek was staring him down, eyes dark with the promise of violence if he took one more step.

Scott raised his hands immediately. “Whoa. Not trying to take your boy, dude. Just trying to get him home.”

Derek didn’t even hesitate. His voice was firm, absolute. “He already is.”

The words settled over the pack like a command, like a truth that had always existed even if no one had said it out loud.

Scott blinked, exhaling through his nose. “Okay. Got it.”

There was no more arguing after that.

Derek didn’t trust anyone else to do it, so he scooped Stiles up himself, carefully shifting him so his head rested against Derek’s shoulder. Stiles stirred slightly, making a soft, sleepy noise as his fingers curled into Derek’s shirt.

The pack made no comment as Derek carried him up the loft stairs, though Erica smirked knowingly.

Once in his room, Derek set Stiles down on the bed, tugging the blanket over him with more care than he’d ever admit to. He hesitated for a moment before brushing Stiles’ hair back, fingers tracing lightly over his temple.

He should leave. Give him space. But before he could move away, Stiles shifted, murmuring something barely audible against the pillow.

Derek frowned. “What?”

Stiles’ eyes stayed closed, but he turned his face toward Derek’s touch, exhaling softly. “Heard what you said,” he mumbled. A pause. Then, even quieter, “’M home with you.”

Derek’s breath caught. He swallowed hard, watching Stiles’ face, waiting for any sign that he was awake enough to remember this conversation in the morning. But Stiles was already sinking deeper into sleep, face relaxed in a way Derek rarely saw.

Derek let out a slow breath, then—without thinking too hard about it—leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Stiles’ forehead.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “You are.”

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To be clear, I don't have any news about any impending doom. But I've heard a bit more about what's going on with staff after the layoff of last week, and there are even less people than I thought still working here.

I don't think even the current staff know what's going to happen, but honestly, I don't see how the high ups could even pretend to intend to keep this place open while virtually unstaffed.

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Steve loves how warm it gets between Billy’s thighs when he sucks him off for long enough. Kneeling on their favorite, massively fluffy rug as Billy relaxes on the sofa above him, petting through Steve’s hair and over his neck and shoulders.

Both of them barely moving and just enjoying the pleasure they take from each other’s presence and the small, indulgent sighs and moans they let out.