I don’t know the source but amazing advice.
Month / April 2018
The first few times he’d gone out on these little midnight drives and had stumbled on Billy Hargrove it had seemed like a bad dream. Tonight, though, when he had woken up in a cold sweat again, grabbed a few beers from the fridge (not like his father ever counted the bottles) and made off, he had actually kinda hoped to see Hargrove on the road. Get him to stop, even.
Look, I got all this beer, help me not think of flesh-eating monsters coming to get me for a bit? Haha.
Of course, this is the night when there’s no blue Camaro anywhere.
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@bites-heal and I did a thing. are doing a thing. it’s sexy but in an awkward way. hot, but in the dead of winter. you should read it maybe.
The 1st part of it is up now, and it’s called Truth or Dare.
a promise is a promise
aka werewolf!billy turns steve…finally.
“I’m not afraid.”
If Billy had a nickel for every time Steve had said those words, he’d be a rich sonofabitch. But somehow, this time was different. As the words flow from Steve’s lips, they put goosebumps on Billy’s skin and a shiver down his spine. There’s a time and a place for fear and, for Billy, that time is now.
Steve’s bite. Or turn. Or whatever. All Billy knew is Steve’s bite wasn’t going to be anything like his awful experience. No fear, as little pain as possible, and Billy was going to be by his side through it all.
Steve had decided to be bitten outside: a new beginning in a quiet place, just the two of them. Billy had his reservations but he’d packed up the tent anyway and driven their usual wooded trail, heading deep into the nature reserve where no one would find them. Where no one would hear the howls. That’s where they’d made camp, put up the tent and crawled inside. Then Steve had said those words.
“I’m not afraid.”
“y’know harrington, one day that shit’s not gonna work anymore,” he said, walking towards his boyfriend, who was currently sitting on the counter in mrs. harrington’s spotless kitchen.
“why william, i have no idea what you mean!” was steve’s reply, his doe eyes just as big as they were moments before with an added mischevious glint in his eye, which was something billy just couldn’t ignore.
as billy got closer, steve opened his legs a bit wider so that he could stand between them. he placed his hands on steve’s thighs, squeezing them roughly through his jeans. steve gasped, reaching down to lead billy’s hand up just a bit higher.
billy smirked up at him, grinding the heel of his hand onto his crotch in slow circles, “y’know i think i’m starting to rub off on you, sweetheart.”
“starting to? you were rubbing off on me when we woke up this morning, dickhead,” steve’s voice was more steady than billy had expected when he winked down at him, sticking his tongue out like a child showing off that he got what he wanted.
billy laughed as he moved his hand back down towards steve’s knee. he tightened his hold on his legs as he leaned up to kiss him and steve leaned down to meet him in the middle. their lips were nothing but soft and gentle as they moved together, no rush and not a care in the world besides each other. steve’s arms were lazily draped over billy’s shoulders, and billy reached a hand up to gently stroke his thumb across steve’s cheekbone.
their surroundings no longer mattered, and they were no longer in that kitchen that seemed like it had never been used before. they were no longer in that big, always empty-seeming house in the middle of nowhere. they were no longer in the piece of shit town that had never really done anything for them besides make them feel like shit. they were just together, happy in the little bubble they had made for themselves.
they pulled back, lightly panting into each other’s mouths. they continued breathing eachother in as though the kiss had never really stopped, steve grinning widely and billy’s eyes fluttering open.
“that was pretty sweet, hargrove. maybe i’m the one rubbing off on you,” steve whispered, his lips brushing against billy’s with every word.
billy smiled, a small thing and reserved just for one steven harrington. he took a step back and grabbed the box sitting just to steve’s right, smile growing into a smirk as steve pouted at the distance between them. “the rubbing off on me can wait until later. right now, i have go bake some cookies because my boyfriend is an idiot and has no idea how to work an oven.”
“HEY!”
Reblog if you’re black tumblr.
You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.
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What is a black tumblr?
Someone who’s black or supports black people and their human rights. it literally says that in the description. “You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.“
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