#like girlie please don’t let the house collapse on top of you for a CANDLE

[jacarandaaaas]

this isn’t even including the 3 times she literally almost died😭

#please give her a break

[the-fiction-witch]

Raise your voice P2

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT

I stood over the hot burner watching the flames attack the bottom of the pot and the bubbles it caused rising in the water. I went over to the little dining table looking as Thomas sat there shirt unbuttoned focusing intently on his work and his maths, 

"Where's yours?" He asks as he spotted me looking I smiled going over to the bookshelf picking up my copy of alice in wonderland from the shelf flicking through the pages till I found my brown envelope handing it to him and putting my book back, "you didn't get one today?" He asks and I shake my head returning my focus to the water boiling on the stove "he can't keep doing that" he says "bastard. I see him tomorrow I'll punch his bloody lights out" 

I smiled to myself, I know he wouldn't, he never would, he couldn't we'd be in the poor house before a punch landed I went and found the soap and the cloths setting them up on the sink putting a lid on the pot 

"Rents done. I'll pop that in the post box tomorrow morning." He says getting up from the table hiding the packets away his in the bottom of his cigarette box and mine in my book "you know what that means?" He cheered coming over, leaning his hand on the sink to see my face. I smiled and slightly jumped, making an invisible sandwich and taking a bite. "Yep, shopping time," he laughs, kissing my head. "Are you alright y/n? From today and all?"

I shrugged 

"I'm sorry. I don't wanna make you think about it. I know he… brings back bad memories for you, If you want. We can go looking for another job tomorrow?"

I shook my head and patted his hand checking in the water it was almost ready so I went to the bed and began undoing any parts of my dress that remained leaving me in only my underdress and underclothes I went over and pushed him away to the bed too "alright I'm going, I'm going" he laughs going and getting undressed too but I did my best not to look I took the pot and poured the hot steamy water Into the sink with the soap at times pouring it directly into the soap bar to from bubbles in the water as I did I felt Thomas wrap his arms around my waist, pressing his half naked body against my own and kiss my cheek nuzzling his face into my shoulder "y/n? When can we get married?' he asks 

I smiled and shrugged waiting a moment for the water to cool 

"I know I call you my wife and all but… I want us to get married. Properly married." He says 

I didn't know quiet what to say or how I would convay it but I moved his hand to my stomach he strokes my skin with his thumb and kisses my head 

"That can be arranged my darling" he cooed whispering it in my ear pulling me tighter to him but I picked up his wash cloth and handed it too him "you spoil all my fun' he smirked taking the cloth and putting some space between us as he dunked the cloth in the water making sure to get a rub of soap before starting to wash up his arms I took my own and began scrubbing getting dead skin and dirt off me making soapy bubbles run across my skin both of us having to share the little water we had it turning a odd grey colour till we where all done so I let the plug out and went to the bed and climbed in getting comfortable, Thomas climbed in too laying down in his back so I smiled and laid on his chest tracing my fingers around his stomach as we got cosy in our cold little house "hey! That tickles you cheeky girl" he complained moving my hand from where I was slightly tickling him he moved his hand to play with my hair and the other to my own drawing circles and hearts on the top of my hand "did you… want to try tonight?" He whispered I looked up to him a little confused "did you Wanna try tonight y/n?" He asks moving the hand that was playing with my hair down to caress my stomach and hip "would you like that?" He asks kissing my head "we don't have to. If you don't want to tonight" 

Honestly I wasn't sure, I wanted to, but at the same time I didn't. I thought about it tracing the lines of his skin and I nodded the more I thought about it the more it made me want to giggle and blush and rub my thighs together, I wanted to. 

"You want to?" He cooes peppering my hair with kisses and I nod "okay, did you… Wanna be ontop tonight? I know you like that sometimes when your bad?" He asks but I shuffled and laid on my bag "oooh. No? Okay." He smirked crawling ontop of me and kissing my lips gently at first but getting slowly more and more passionate his hand running from my neck down my chest, between my breasts, down my stomach gently tickling my tummy till he reached the spot that was starting to ache, starting to yearn for his touch he rubbed around the spot a moment smirking into the kiss before his two fingers index and middle slipped inside me making me gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in my mouth too turning our kisses into something more moving his fingers slowly until the whole area was screaming for him and he pulled back "did you… want me to kiss you?" He asks already struggling for breath I gave him a funny look unsure why he asked considering we where doing it and the only reason we weren't any longer was because he pulled back he smirked a little blush rising to his cheeks a little "down there" he whispered moving his fingers I blushed unsure how to answer slightly using the covers to hide my face "yes?" He asks so I nodded "okay" he winked taking his hand away licking his fingers clean before moving to the end of the bed wrapping his hands around my thighs and pressing gentle kisses to all the places that yearned for his attention, I bit the covers wrapping a leg around him so I could rub my heel up and down his spine he got progressively faster and faster more attentive and more passionate till he pulled back taking shirt sharp breaths as he sat up and stared down at me "can I?" He asks gently pressing his hard erection against me I nodded he blew me a kiss before moving me in little gentle ways before he slowly pushed himself inside me, I smiled hiding my face the deeper be went the more I could feel him streching me out "uuuuhhhhh uughhh!" He gasped as I reached his base he stopped as soon as he was completely inside he pulled the covers away so he could see my face fixing some hair for me out my eye his hand slipping down till it met my chest drawing a little heart above my own I smiled blushing a little moving my hand up his arm and drawing a heart over his own bringing a smile to his lips "umm, I love you. My sweet little girly" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss "is this okay?" he asks putting his hands on the headboard so I nodded, he nods back and gently began to move "uuhh! Ooh yeah. Uuummm you feel so good" he groans head thrown back already he stayed gentle but got faster biting hard on his lip his eyes closed lost in his own world getting faster and faster "uuuuhhhhh uughhh! Y/n! Y/n! Princess!" He groaned the bed creaking with his every movement, the bed banging against the wall, the springs poking me a little but I could ignore it all for the feeling he was giving me my hands on his stomach as he moved faster and faster sweat starting to form across his skin "y/n! Y/n! Uughhh uuuuhhhhh!" He moans "please" he whines looking down at me slightly pleading, I giggled and began moving to clench around him each time he moved to be inside and in return he rubbed in my most sensitive spot "uughhh! Yes! Yes! Princess! Y/n! Y/n!" He moaned before collapsing on me kissing my lips harshly as his hips moved and spilled his seed inside me he pulled away gasping as he struggled for breath "sorry I uhhh… I was gonna pull out" he blushed before he pulled out and laid on his side of the bed slowly breathing I smiled and sat up in bed having some water he got his box from the table and lit up a ciggertte which only made me glare at him as I sipped my drink "it's my first one today" he argued I took his hand looking at his nails "fine. Second luke let me bum one at work" he sighed taking his hand back I went over and nuzzled on his shoulder resting my hand on his chest "my breathing is fine y/n. I've always been like this"

I glared at him

"Don't give me that look" he laughs "it's true"

I glared more 

"Alright," he sighed putting it out in his ashtray "happy?" He asks and I nodded nuzzling even closer "good. It was amazing my darling. Was it… good for you too?" He asks stroking my thigh 

I nodded but he saw thought it 

"You did… didn't you?" He asks glancing at my area 

I nodded 

"You little lady are a bad liar." He says "don't you Wanna cum tonight?" He asks drawing little circles on my thigh 

I shook my head 

"Okay. If that's not what you want. But as soon as you do tell me okay" he smiled and I glared at him "you know what I mean," he laughs "indicate to me in some way that would want it" 

I just shrug 

"It's fine. Unusual understand you just fine" he laughs cuddling me "I've been around you along time y/n. I know what your saying without you having to speak a word" he says giving my lips a kiss "come on. Bed time" he cooes so I nodded laying down and getting cosy with him as he blew out the candle and got cosy with me too.

[eastofthemoon]

After seeing @absolem0 awesome Witch Allura fanart, it inspired me to write this.  I hope you all like it! (And check out that fanart, it’s really cute and pretty!)

Title: Something Familiar

Rating: G

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Allura, Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge

Summary: Allura sensed something was afoot, but surely she could handle it.  She was a witch after all.

Archive of Our Own

Someone was in her house.  It was the first thought that flew into her head as she awoke.  She groggily pulled aside the curtain of her canopy bed to check the clock on her nightstand.

It was 2 am.

Way too early to be dealing with this.  Allura became still as she wait for another disturbance, but none came.

She pulled the dark purple covers up to her neck and lingered in their familiar scent to calm herself.

I probably just dreamt it, she thought as she shut her eyes, or it could have been a squirrel wandering by.  It’s hardly the first time it happened.

The warmth of her bed lured her back into sleep until she felt it again.  The magical vibration  of someone crossing over her protection wards.

Once was odd, but twice at this hour of the night hinted someone was afoot.

Allura grumbled, but forced herself to get up and let her silk sheets fall to the floor as she climbed out.  She didn’t want to deal with this, but she had no choice.  Allura had to inspect what the cause was.

With Coran visiting his cousin, she could only concluded it was an intruder.

But a non-magical one, she thought.  Otherwise it shouldn’t have been able to get through my protection wards.

Squinting in the darkness, Allura fumbled her way to her coat rack and reached for her housecoat.  She glanced over to to the small round bed that was set in the corner of the room and did a quick head count.

All five cats were sleeping, which meant none of them had sensed it, at least not yet.

Allura chewed her bottom lip.  She knew they would insist on helping, but it felt wrong to awake them.  Allura had spent the afternoon experimenting from her father’s spellbook and they had assisted her in doing so.  Keith and Pidge had been quite vital to put out that small fire out, and Allura didn’t know what they would have done if Hunk hadn’t grabbed the silver tray to block that sleeping spell from hitting her.  

It had been a long afternoon, and they had all been exhausted by the end of it.  Lance in particular had demanded a bath as payment and an extra fluffy pillow to sleep on.

Allura drummed her fingers against her elbow and then nodded to herself.

The intruder isn’t magical, she silently argued.  I should be able to handle it alone without disturbing them.

Allura stole one more glance to them before she crept into the room and exited into the dark hallway.  She reached for the small lantern that sat on the side table and flicked her fingers to light it.

Quietly, Allura picked up the hem of her nightgown and carefully carried the lantern as she walked.  The light from her lantern flickered as she went by the family portraits and almost seemed to make the eyes of her father’s shine.  She gave a wistful smile, but didn’t pause as she kept on going.

Noises were coming from the dining room.  Someone with a deep male voice cursed and was swiftly followed by the sound of clanking of metal and glass.  Allura swallowed and discreetly peeked inside.

A young man wearing dark clothes, gloves and a mask was raiding her china cabinet.  She cringed as she watched him pick up a candle stick holder, examine it and then toss it into the large sack he held.

Allura’s grip tightened on her lantern.  So, it was a robber?  That hadn’t been as bad as she had been fearing, but it was hardly something to take lightly.

Allura straightened her posture before she entered and cleared her throat.

The robber halted immediately and whirled around.

“I will give one, and only one warning,” Allura announced in a firm tone, “put don’t my belongings and leave my home this instant.”

The robber grumbled as he reached inside his coat.  “Lady, be smart and turn right around as if you didn’t see me.”

“And let you rob me?” Allura said as she set the lantern on top of a nearby shelf and crossed her arms.  “I’m hardly the type of person to allow that!”

The man shook his head sadly as he set the bag down.  “Look, girlie, we both know you are currently the only person in this whole manor.”

Allura raised an eyebrow.  “So, what?”

Part of her felt tempted to insist that wasn’t even close to being true, but she kept her mouth shut.

“Sssoo,” the robber continued with his hand still in his coat, “I’m a lot bigger than you, and it wouldn’t take much to win against you in a fight.”  

His hidden hand jumped back out with fingers curled around the handle of a large knife.  He chuckled as the lantern’s flame bounced off the blade.  Allura’s body stiffened.

She had been expecting him to be armed, but she didn’t imagine him to be carrying such a large knife.

“Unless you want me to cut at that pretty face of yours,” the robber continued as he pointed to the china cabinet, “ come here and tell me which of this junk is the most valuable.”

Allura felt sweat drip from her brow.  What should she do?  Attack with a spell?  But she needed a few minutes to cast, and the robber would no doubt strike before she could finish.  She glanced around the room.  Perhaps she could hit with something-

“Don’t try anything funny,” the robber said as he stepped forward and seized her wrist.  “I got my eyes on you.”

Allura fumed as she squirmed and winced as he gave her a tight squeeze.  “Unhand me,” she demanded.

“You’re in no position to give orders,” the robber continued.  “Now just-”

A meow cut him off.

Both Allura and the robber turned their hands as a large black cat hopped up onto the table.  The streaks of white in his fur almost seemed to shimmer as the cat arched his back and hissed at the robber.

“Shiro,” Allura whispered.

The robber blinked and then laughed.  “Aw, cute, your little kitty is trying to scare me off.”  

He let go of Allura as he approached the cat and waved the tip of the knife in the cat’s face.

“What you going to do, little fella?” He snickered.  “Hiss at me to death-”

Shiro jumped off the table, transformed into a lion in midair and knocked the table over as he landed on the floor.

The robber was still as a statue as the knife slipped from his fingers and onto the floor.  Allura didn’t waste a moment to seize it as the robber stared bewildered at the creature before him.

“But..but...how,” he stammered, but wasn’t given a moment to question before Shiro roared at him.

The robber cried out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed onto the floor.  Hovering over the man, Shiro growled as Allura checked his pulse.

“Looks like he fainted,” Allura said with a relieved sigh, “that makes things easier.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed and they stayed that way as his body morphed back into his human form wearing his black shirt and pants, but no shoes.

I really need to find away for them to keep their footwear when they transform, she thought, but tossed it aside as Shiro kneeled next to her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, checking her over.

“I’m fine,” Allura said as she stood, “but how did you-”

“I woke up and realized you had left the room,” Shiro explained as he crossed his arms.  “I figured something must have been up so I went looking for you.”

“I’m glad that you did,” Allura replied with a smile, but dropped it as Shiro kept his frown.

Uh oh, he wasn’t happy.

“Allura, what were you thinking?” Shiro said as he raised a hand up.  “You know it’s our job to take care of intruders.”

“Magical intruders,” Allura replied hotly, “but since I didn’t detect anything, I assumed I could take care of it.”  

“Doesn’t change how dangerous it was,” Shiro replied.

“I can take care of myself.”  She placed her hands onto her hips.  “I’m not a helpless child.”

Shiro sighed as his eyes softened.  “I never said you were.”  He shook his head.  “Okay, let’s save this talk for the morning.”  He glanced to the robber.  “And we need to take care of this guy.”

“Agreed,” Allura stated as she rooted through his bag.  “By the looks of it, he didn’t try to take any of my magical items.”

“So, likely he has no idea he just tried to rob a witch,” Shiro stated as he picked up the guy and swung him over his shoulder.  “In that case, I’m going to tie him up and just place him in front of the police station with a note attached.”

Allura frowned, but nodded.  

She hated for Shiro to go to so much trouble, but last thing Allura needed was for any of the local law enforcement to go stomping through her home and raise unneeded questions.

“Alright,” Allura stated as she hugged herself, “and what should I do?”

“Go back to bed,” Shiro instructed with a grunt as he left the room, “oh and prepare yourself.”

Allura tilted her head.  “For what?”

Shiro glanced back with a smirk.  “For the others to be cranky you didn’t wake them up for this. ”

Allura rolled her eyes.  “I believe you are exaggerating.  I’m sure they’ll understand just fine.”

0808080808080808080808080808080808080808080808080

Keith glared at her with his red cat eyes all morning.  He glared at the foot of her bed when she awoke, as he followed her into the kitchen and was now glaring at her as she sat in her favorite chair in the study.

Allura twitched an eye and sighed as she set her cup of coffee on the side table.

“Keith,” she asked as she folded her hands into her lap, “if you’re going to be glare at me all day, would you please do it in your human form?”

Keith leapt into a nearby chair and transformed into his human form with his arms still crossed, and wearing his red shirt and black pants.

He didn’t say a word as he kept glaring at her.

“I was implying for you to speak as well,” Allura said.

“Well, sorry, I don’t feel much like talking when I’m annoyed,” Keith said briskly as he leaned back into the chair.

“I’m with Keith.”

Allura jumped as Pidge appeared from behind her wearing her human form and green dress.  Allura hadn’t even realized Pidge had transformed.  Last she had checked, the tiny cat had been sitting and surveying from the top of her bookshelf.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to deal with an intruder by yourself?” Pidge continued as she moved to stand beside Keith.

Allura rubbed her eyes.  “As I explained, I thought I could handle it by myself.”

Pidge snorted.  “Yeah, it sounded like you totally had it under control by Shiro’s account.”

“Guys,” Hunk whined as he poked his head in and carried a tray full of pancakes.  “I hate fighting this early in the morning.”

“We’re not fighting, we are having a discussion,” Allura retorted with a huff.

“Could have fooled me,” Hunk replied as he set the tray down on one of the side tables and took a seat.  “Although..they do have a point.”  He pointed to himself.  “Isn’t it kind of our job to deal with that sort of thing?”

Allura traced her finger around the brim of her cup.  Hunk wasn’t wrong.  It was traditionally part of a familiar’s job to act as a bodyguard when danger was afoot.

“It is,” Allura said as she blushed, “but you lot deal with enough trouble as is and I thought I could deal with it myself.”

Heaven knows they had encountered enough danger in the past to fill up seven books alone, especially with the threat of Haggar and Zarkon always looming over them.

“No one is saying you can’t,” Keith said in a more gentle tone, “but you’re the one that told me we’re a team.”

Allura’s blushed deepened.  She had told Keith that, particularly when he had tired to fight off a werewolf all by himself.

“Alright, perhaps it was a bad call,” Allura muttered as she reached for her cup, “I’ll try to be more careful in the future.”

“That’s all we ask,” Shiro said as he stepped into the room and slumped into a chair.  “And I just finished changing the locks.  Hopefully, we don’t have to worry about any future break ins.”

“That would be nice,” Allura said as she glanced around, but then tilted her head.  “Wait...where’s Lance?”

Shiro arched an eyebrow as he leaned forward.  “No idea, I figured he was with you guys.”

“And we thought he was with you,” Pidge said.  “So where-”

A slim cat dashed into the room, jumped over Keith’s chair, and hopped into the far chair in the corner.

“Lance, there you are,” Allura called out and saw he was panting.  “Where have you been?”

Lance’s ears twitched before he transformed.  His blue shirt was sweat stained and mud clung to his pants.  “Uh..me...nowhere.”

Keith crossed his arms and pointed to his pants.  “The evidence says otherwise.”

Lance glanced down and gave a nervous smile.  “Oh..uh...just went for a walk.”

“A walk?” Allura muttered, but then her brain clicked.  “Where exactly?”

Lance shut his mouth as he stared up at the ceiling.  “Oh...around…”

“Such as Mister Warden’s yard?” Allura asked.

“....I..might have.”

Allura groaned.  “Please, tell me you didn’t go taunt Laika again.”

Lance sheepishly rubbed his neck.  “Okay….I won’t.”

Shiro sighed as he scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand.  “Lance, how many times do we have to tell you not to tease he?.”

“She is an easy target though,” Pidge said with a smirk.

“She’s a dog,” Hunk replied as he squeezed his eyes shut, “they’re all easy targets.”

“Nevertheless,” Allura replied as she set down her cup.  “Lance, I have gotten too many complaints about you from Mister Warden and it’s only going to lead to trouble.”

Lance said nothing as he drummed his fingers against his knee.

Shiro locked his gaze upon him as he rose.  “Lance, did something happen?”

“Define ‘something’.”

“Lance.”

Lance cleared his throat.  “Okay, so in my defense Mister Warden should fix that loose board in his fence.”

The group went silent.

“Why?” Pidge asked.

Lance chuckled nervously.  “Well, because Laika might have been able to slip from her leash and chased after me.”

Allura paled.  “Are you alright?”

Laika was a very large and energetic dog.  She was friendly, except it wasn’t hard to imagine her getting carried away and accidentally hurting Lance without meaning to.

Lance waved a hand.  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, but..I can’t say the same for Coran’s marigolds.”

“...What?”

Lance tugged at his shirt collar.  “I managed to lose Laika in the garden and I last saw her digging quite happily in it.”

Allura moaned as she buried her face.  “Oh, Lance.”

“Coran, is going to kill you,” Hunk stated, “you know that right?”

Lance sunk deeper into the chair.  “Maybe he won’t notice?”

Shiro tugged at his arm.  “Come on, let’s take Laika home and then try to fix the damage you caused.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Lance argued as Shiro dragged him away.  “Laika’s the one digging!”

Allura shook her head as she drank her coffee.  She had a feeling she was going to need a lot of it today.

[biandnotinthemood]

Take Me Out (Part 4)

Summary: You try to make the most of your family dragging you to live in Hawkins, Indiana with them by spending your time working and bar-hopping with your new friends. One night, you meet Billy Hargrove at a party.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Bi!Latina!Reader

Warning: Language, Drug/Alcohol Mention, NSFW In Some Parts

A/N: Okay, question. Do you kids think I should start including chapter titles and/or summaries? Please drop a comment or something and lemme know xx

It was October and your birthday was only a few short days away. When you were a kid, your mom had always invited as many family members as possible over to watch you blow out the candles on your cake and you’d hated it more and more each year. The only person close to you in age was your older sister and your relationship had always been… strained, to put it kindly. Maybe you should’ve been happy to have your living room and dining room crammed full of family members eager to see you grow, but it mostly made you want to crawl out of your own skin.

“No seas grosera, no seas caprichosa, no seas malcriada,” your mom would hiss at you whenever you’d catch her alone and tell her you wanted everyone to leave already. And you didn’t want to be bad, so you’d stay in your itchy dress and your jacket that always pinched your armpits and you’d smile wide with a clenched jaw until your house was finally empty. You’d curl up on your top bunk in the room you shared with your sister and read under your thin covers with a flashlight you’d stolen from the kitchen until she told you to stop fucking around and let her sleep.

As you got older, you drew less and less attention to your birthday. You were never very good at being the center of attention and your friends back in Miami had mostly respected that. Usually, you, Jorge, Laura, and whoever else you were on good terms with at the moment would spend the day at an arcade before getting dinner and meeting up in your living room to watch cartoons. You always opened your presents alone after they left. In a weird way, that was one thing you were happy about with Hawkins. Nobody other than your mom and sister knew your birthday, not even David. Not even Billy.

The two of you were in his Camaro again, panting in your respective seats in the front as the sweat on your body cooled. In your blissful, fucked-out headspace, you were glad you’d given Billy another chance to prove himself. He was a ravenous fucking animal. You knew your legs would be sore tomorrow, knew you had bright hickeys all over your tits and you loved it. It was late. It was always late when you and Billy saw each other and you preferred it that way. It felt like a clear, impenetrable barrier that kept the two of you at arm’s length. When the sun’s out, Billy goes to school and you rollerskate around your neighborhood, chainsmoking and chewing cinnamon gum just to keep your mouth busy, just to do something. Just to be out of the house.

You turned your head to look at Billy’s profile. He’d already lit a cigarette and it was dangling from his lips as he bobbed his head to the rock music streaming softly from his car’s speakers. You thought he’d be the type to blast it while he fucked you, so loud that the beat would be deeper inside you than his dick could ever hope to reach, but he’d surprised you. Well, maybe surprised wasn’t the right word because he’d been the exact kind of cocky little shithead you’d expected him to be when he’d leaned down with a smirk on his face and whispered in your ear, “I don’t wanna’ miss a thing, sweetheart, so c’mon, get nice and loud for me.” You had screamed so loud, you were worried for a second you’d actually hurt his ears, digging your short nails into his meaty shoulders when he egged you on, urging you to get louder, louder.

You could go for another round, but you knew Billy was probably all tapped out for the night and it made you want to pout as your eyes raked over his naked torso. “Do you work out?” you finally asked, needing to break the silence so you wouldn’t come onto him and show him just how desperate you were. “Or are you just an athlete? Like, at school.”

“Both.”

Of course it was both. You tore your eyes away and pulled your panties back on. They’d been dangling from your ankle the whole time since you’d already lost a pair somewhere in his cramped car. You were convinced he’d stolen them and kept them as a trophy like some fucking creep, but you didn’t care enough to bother him about it. The pair you’d lost hadn’t been particularly nice anyway. You got dressed quietly as Billy just pulled his jeans and button-up back on, leaving his t-shirt in the backseat. The windows were open and he was driving like a huge dick, as always, but you didn’t mind. Back in Miami, you’d dated a girl named Robin who drove like this and you’d always felt at home in her car, both the front seat and the back. Billy could hit 120 and you wouldn’t even flinch. There were times when you were drunk or high, trying to ignore some tense confrontation with your family, that you’d actually beg him to drive faster or turn harder, feeling the danger and adrenaline rushing through your veins like the roar of a crowd at a heavy metal concert. This wasn’t one of those times, though. He was cruising at a cool 85, drumming his thumbs on his steering wheel as you both smoked. The drive back to the gas station by your house was almost over before you spoke again.

“Where do you work out? I’ve only seen one gym around town.”

“I work out at home.”

“Can I join you sometime?” He snorted. “What?”

“No offense, girlie, but…” He waved dismissively at your small frame as he was making a turn, jerking the car back into the right lane when he put his hand back on the steering wheel. “You’re fucking tiny. I don’t have any five pound dumbbells for you.”

“Five pounds? I used to hit the gym, a lot. I’ve been wanting to go back.” He hummed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and filling you with hot shame. “Whatever, Hargrove, forget I fucking asked.”

“Jesus, [Y/N/N], come on.”

“I said, forget I fucking asked,” you snapped, flicking the ash off the end of your cigarette in the wind and popping the filter back in your mouth. You finished it in less than two minutes. You always smoked too fast when you were angry. Your mistake for trying to hang out with Billy during the day, when God could see you and strike you down with a bolt of fucking lightning. The worst part was that he thought you were weak. Sure, you weren’t even five feet tall and the most you’d ever weighed was 98 pounds, but you worked in a fucking meat department. You carried boxes full of frozen bones, you cut up whole pigs, you slung giant roasts over your shoulders before slamming them down on a cutting board and carving them up. You weren’t weak just because you couldn’t bulk up like Billy because he was a guy and built different from you. Whatever. You stayed silent as you lit another cigarette, stewing in your bad mood even when you’d finally collapsed into your bed after a long shower.

It had become more and more common for Billy to join you and your little group on your drunk adventures on the weekends. David still wasn’t cool with him, but he’d probably never be, since Billy had put some kid he’d known in the hospital about a year ago. David had told you who it was, but you couldn’t remember. Not that it would’ve made a difference anyway. It wasn’t like you knew that many people by name in this fucking hick town. Despite that, though, the boys got along for your sake and you and Billy would usually sneak off to fuck or fool around somewhere relatively hidden. One night in November, you’d turned to David while Billy was in the bathroom and asked him if you could work out with him. You’d seen the weights in his room the first time you’d spent the night, but getting back into exercising hadn’t been a priority for you for a while.

“My sister,” he’d said in his big, warm, drunk voice, “of course! I’d love to!” And it made you feel so warm inside, knowing that he thought you could do it even though Billy didn’t. Even though your mom and sister didn’t like it. But that warmth was probably just the liquor. The next day, when you and David were both sober, the two of you hashed out a schedule. Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday night, you’d spend the night at his place so you could work out together in the morning, eat some lunch, and hang out for a bit before going to work on Wednesdays and Fridays. The hanging out portion usually consisted of David fixing something his mom had complained about around the house and taking the opportunity to teach you how to do it, too. On Mondays, the two of you would usually either stay at his place getting reasonably drunk and playing his Atari or head to the quarry and get high.

Your next date with Billy, if you could even call them dates (which you usually didn’t), was about two weeks after you’d started your arrangement with David. He’d shown up to your department a few days later with his stepmother’s order in his hand and a weird, nervous energy crackling around him. He was grounded, so that’s why you’d had to wait two whole weeks to get on your knees at the quarry and suck Billy’s cock while he leaned against his Camaro. You could feel his eyes on you like two searing cigarette burns, like the snake eyes you’d asked one of your friends to melt into your hips on the beach one night in Miami after you’d had too much vodka. He was hot and heavy on your tongue. Sometimes you swallowed, sometimes you didn’t. This time you didn’t, instead choosing to spit it out onto the grass before Billy hauled you up off the ground and slammed you into the side of his car, pulling you into the thick cloud of smoke he’d created while you were busy sucking him off.

You came on his fingers three times that night, not feeling the frigid air on your shaky legs even though your jeans were discarded somewhere in the weeds along with your tennis shoes. “God, look at all that fucking cum, [Y/N],” Billy whispered, pinning you against his car with his hips as he showed you the glistening wetness coating three of his fingers and the palm of his hand. He didn’t even break eye contact when he licked some of it off and your stomach fluttered as your eyes dropped to watch his tongue. “You taste like sour candy.”

You hadn’t planned on having sex with him that night, but damn, how could you not after that? You came two more times, careful not to whimper anything even vaguely resembling his name before letting him manhandle you back into your seat. He fetched your jeans and shoes, tossing them by your feet and speeding away like something awful was chasing him. Before he could get on Junction Road to head to your place, you remembered you were supposed to be spending the night at David’s. That was the whole reason you’d brought your bookbag filled with clothes along for this little “date”.

“Shit, Billy, wait,” you grumbled, waving your hands around, “don’t turn here. Keep going. Turn right on Killian Drive.”

“The fuck? Why?” he asked, but still listened to you.

“I’m spending the night at David’s.”

“What?” You had to fight the laugh clawing it’s way up your throat when you saw his hands clench on his steering wheel. You’d probably imagined it anyway.

“You didn’t know I do that? I thought I’d told you…”

“Your parents are okay with that?”

“My parents can eat a bag of frozen dicks for all I care.” He chuckled as he turned right on Killian Drive. “I’m working out with him.” You definitely didn’t imagined the way his jaw clenched and you didn’t bother to hide the Cheshire grin on your face. “You know the drill. I sleep over, we get sweaty together, we take a shower, no big deal.”

“They got a guest room?”

“Nope,” you chirped, feeling your heart soar as you finally got your revenge. “Oh, turn left here, sweet thing.” When you placed your hand on Billy’s thigh, his muscles tensed. You guided him the rest of the way and he was pulling up to David’s small house in just a few minutes. Your bag was already in your lap and ready to go.

“You know,” he said, licking his lips, “guys don’t really like girls who are too bulky.” You wanted to smack that easy smile off his face, but instead you flashed him a smile of your own and batted your lashes like a little doll.

“You know, girls don’t really like guys who are shorter than six feet or younger than them or nosy or annoying,” you said, letting your voice drip with syrupy sweetness and smiling wider as his face grew more stern. “I could go on. You want me to?”

He turned away to face the empty street ahead. “Goodnight, [Y/L/N].”

“I’ll see you around, Billy,” you giggled, slamming the door a little harder than you normally would’ve on your way out.

A week passed and suddenly Thanksgiving was just a few days away and work was crazy because everyone and their fucking mother was coming in to pick up their bullshit turkeys. Even Billy’s stepmother came by to pick one up, armed with that stupid order of hers. She was a sweet lady, but fuck, man. Who the hell needed five whole chickens skinned, deboned, and then ground twice? Who did that help? Who was that for? What kind of white nonsense was that? They had a whole wall full of ground chicken!

David hadn’t worked today, so you were probably just going to hit up the gas station down the street for a small snack before using their phone to call your mom for a ride. At least, that had been your plan until you saw Billy as you were leaving work at around 10:00 PM and, come to think of it, he’d probably been waiting for you since the store closed. He was parked across the street from the back exit, sitting on the hood of his car and smoking.

“You stalking me now, high school boy?” you called from your place on the sidewalk.

“Like I’d have to.” He smiled at you and it was all teeth, drawing you in until you were sitting on the hood of his car with him. “I wanted to ask you something,” he said after a few long, calm minutes of silence.

“Yeah?” You leaned back and blew a steady stream of cigarette smoke up towards the sky. It was ridiculous that you’d just worked in a department where the temperature was never higher than 60 degrees and you’d been working up a sweat, but out here in this freezing Hawkins Hell weather, you were shivering under three layers of clothes.

“Do you still want to work out together?”

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, but he wasn’t looking at you, choosing instead to stare straight ahead like a statue.

“Well?” He fidgeted under your gaze, seemingly feeling your eyes on him like a couple of lead bricks.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any five pound weights for me. What, did you find some in your basement? Were they dusty?”

“Could you not be a shit about this, [Y/N/N]?”

“Only since you asked so nicely.” You leaned forward and patted his shoulder, noticing the way he jumped a little and cataloging it for later. At least he was finally looking at you. The streetlights made him look like he was cased in amber and for once his hair actually looked blonde. “I’ll do it. Besides, you could probably use a few pointers.” He chuckled. “I can only work out with you on Mondays, though.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” You knew he was letting you win too easily, so he probably had plans to slowly pull you away from your scheduled time with David until you weren’t lifting with him at all. A smirk crept onto your face. If Billy wanted to play, you could play. That was part of the fun, right?

The Monday before Thanksgiving, you finally entered Billy’s house for the first time. The back door led right into the small basement, which was bare expect for the weight lifting equipment and a boombox propped up on a plastic box with cassettes strewn on the floor around it. Before you’d even pulled your hair up, he made sure you knew you weren’t allowed upstairs. Like you cared. You were there to get built, not creep around his house and meet his whole fucking family.

When he gave you a pair of 20-pound weights, you scoffed at him and dropped them before making a beeline for his empty barbell so you could do your warm-up curls in peace. “You got any Duran Duran?”

“Yeah,” he said uneasily before sifting through his cassettes and shoving one in to play.