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Tommy/Buck with guilty Eddie prompt: Eddie gets a takes of his own medicine when Buck spends all of his time with Tommy and barely has even a second for him. Eddie's all for sulking until Hen or Chimney clues him in on how he treated Buck while he went gallivanting with Tommy. Now Buck had become Tommy's priority and Eddie is left missing Buck like crazy. How will he get his buddie back?

Author's Note: I do have more to this story IF you want a Buddie Ending. But I wanted to get this out before the show tonight. So there might be a part 2 in the works. Unbeta'd and like zero proofing because I'm making this happen between 2 jobs. But I love you guys, so I needed to get this posted.

Content warning: Petty Eddie is his own warning. Anxiety, doubt, fear, all those emotions. Cliffhanger...

The Timing is Always Wrong

Eddie had initially thought it was amusing that Tommy had been on a date with Buck. Eddie's best friend. Sure, Buck hadn't told him that was happening, or that he had realized he wasn't as straight as everyone thought he was. And that had concerned Eddie for a bit. He and Buck usually talked about stuff. But Eddie had figured it was probably more to do with the fact that Eddie and Tommy were friends. New friends even. Buck probably didn't want to complicate that. That seemed very much like a Buck thing he would do. If the date hadn't gone well, because let's face it Buck did not have the best first date track record. Although, Tommy would have been well adept at dealing with another dinner roll induced 911. Tommy was just as trained as they were. It would be fine. Wouldn't it?

Maybe not.

Eddie was really starting to get annoyed. Buck had blown him off twice over the past few days. He had barely had time for Christopher outside a few calls and picking him up from school when Eddie had an appointment. And now Buck seemed to be glued to his phone. Even on shift. It was like Eddie wasn't there unless they had a call they needed to work directly together on. Even then he was bearing all about Tommy. And it was getting on Eddie's nerves. Eddie couldn't help but glare at his best friend as he walked away grinning with his phone to his ear.

He didn't miss the slight laugh behind him.

Chimney doesn't even seem annoyed when Eddie glares at him.

“What?” Eddie sort of snaps at him.

“Oh nothing, just wondering how it feels on the other side of that turning table,” Chim says.

“What does that even-” Eddie says as he continues to glare. “If you have something to say, Chim, spit it out. I'm not in the mood.”

“Oh that much is obvious,” Chim says, and Eddie might actually punch his best friend’s brother in law. Wow, Frank would not approve of that. Bobby either. Buck too. Okay, maybe he needed to get a handle on this.

“Chim…” Eddie starts.

“You really don't see it, do you?” Chim asks, amusement clear in his tone. “Wow, you two are just…okay, you're annoyed that Buck's blowing you off for his new guy, who happens to be Tommy. And you don't see the irony In that?”

“Marisol and-”

“I'm not talking about your girlfriend,” Eddie says. “I'm talking about Tommy Kinard. Buck looked like a kicked puppy every time you had plans with Tommy or were too busy to spot him or shoot hoops. Thought the military was supposed to make you guys more observant, not whatever that all is. Now not only does Buck have Tommy's attention, but Tommy has Buck's and you hate it. But then again you've always hated Buck's partners. For the record, the rest of us just hope you two get back on the same page, don't want to risk another grocery store-”

“That was different and you know it,” Eddie states.

“Same ‘Mom and dad fighting’ energy that makes these shifts weird. So just tell your best friend you miss him and quit glaring at everyone.” Chimney doesn't stay for a reaction. He had probably crossed a line already. Honestly, Maddie had told him that Eddie and Buck needed to sit down and talk like adults, but Chim had pointed out neither of them were good at that. They had both agreed on that point.

Had Eddie really hared everyone Buck was with. Sure, he hated Taylor, but that's because it was Taylor Kelly. He had valid reasons for that. And okay, he was NOT Abby’s biggest fan when she had just showed back up. Alright, and Allie, well, Allie had been not terrible. Eddie, Carla, and Allie had their work cut out for them getting Buck back on his feet. Allie just couldn't keep up. And we'll, Eddie was pretty sure Natalia was just a misguided trauma reaction. Eddie didn't hate them all, per se, more he didn't always like who Buck was when he was with them. And maybe that wasn't fair. Eddie had his share of bad relationships. His relationship with Shannon was a mess that never got closure. That had led him down a bad path. Ana has been good for Christopher, and him, but it wasn't…it just wasn't anymore. He had felt like he was trying to fool himself back then. And Marisol…With Buck busy with Tommy he would have more time for Marisol and Christopher to get to know each other. Did he really want that? Did he see a future with Marisol? Did Christopher? Christopher would probably be happy Buck and Tommy were together. They were like his two favorite people recently and that mostly didn't bother him, right. Eddie could see that Tommy and Buck could be good for each other. But like, could he see all five of them being a- what would that even be? Would Buck pick a life with Tommy over one with him and Christopher? Did- Nah, this was Buck. Eddie, Buck and Christopher have been through so much together. Christopher would be non negotiable, even Taylor Kelly had known that. But…in the future, who would know.

Huh.

Every time Eddie looked into his future Buck was always there. His best friend. The women in their lives came and went but not Buck. Buck was there through Shannon. He was there before and after Ana. Buck was there at not only Eddie's worst moments, but vice versa.

Eddie thinks about the bombing. The tsunami. The well. The shooting. And that stupid storm. Three minutes and seventeen seconds that were probably the most terrifying three minutes and seventeen seconds of his life. And that's something he still tries not to think about because Eddie wasn't afraid of his own death. He'd survived being shot twice now and buried his wife. But losing Buck was scarier. Losing Shannon had been difficult, but losing Buck would be unbearable. Was he losing Buck? Is that why he hated Taylor and Natalia so much?

Nothing changes other than Eddie's attitude over the next few days. Their next shift gets off to an unusual start.

Buck does a double take as he looks up from texting Tommy. Eddie looked…odd. He was frowning and just staring off. But before he could say anything Eddie seemed to shake off whatever was on his mind and headed towards the loft. He didn't look particularly happy. Maybe he had gotten a call. Maybe something happened with Christopher. That had Buck putting his phone in his pocket and hurrying after his best friend. He caught up to him on the stairs.

“Eddie, hey,” Buck starts, which of course has Eddie stopping halfway up the stairs to look at him.

“Yeah, Buck, what you need?”

That was an odd way to reply. Well not really, but for Eddie it was. “Need? I don't-” Buck shakes his head. “Are you okay man? Is Christopher okay? Did Carla call or -”

“He was fine when I left…wait did Carla call you?” Eddie asks, now even more on edge. The father pulls out his phone. He didn't have any missed calls. He had a text from Marisol he hasn't replied to, but nothing important. He looks back at Buck.

“Me?” Buck shakes his head. Okay that might not have been the best thing to start with. “No, I…you look like you just got bad news or something. I was worried something happened to Chris or maybe your abuela.”

Eddie can't help but soften a bit at that. How could Eddie ever doubt how much his son meant to his best friend. Buck loves Christopher as much as Eddie did. Eddie felt bad for even considering it.

“Christopher is fine as far as I know,” Eddie tries to reassure him. “Abuela too.”

“Then what's wrong?” Buck genuinely asks.

Eddie hesitates. Buck must notice because he's now dragging Eddie along to a less busy are of the loft.

“I know things have been…off, since…you know,” Buck isn't sure he is making any sense. “You can still talk to me, you know that right? Like it won't leave this.” And the way Buck gestures between the two of them, paired with the fact Buck still had a hold of his wrist didn't help Eddie feel any better about anything. But he didn't hate it. Well, Eddie was having a day of revelations he hadn't expected to have. And it was draining.

He must stay silent too long because Buck adds, “I won't tell Tommy, not if you don't want me to. I mean-”

Eddie bites back a sigh. Why is all this happening now? He really needed to set up an appointment with Frank.

“I know, Buck.” Eddie says honestly.

“Okay, so…what's going on?” Buck asks. And the look of genuine concern on Buck's face tugs at something in Eddie's chest.

“I'm okay, Buck,” Eddie says, and he can tell Buck isn't buying it. So he cuts off whatever argument Buck might have. “I mean it. It's not an ‘I’m fine’ like before when I thought I needed to be. This isn't that. I just…”

“That's good but now you're freaking me out a bit,” Buck says. “Just what?”

“Honestly, I'm not sure,” Eddie says with all sincerity. The former medic isn't sure what he is right now. He knows he is having way more feelings than he should and he knows he sure as hell can't tell Buck that because Buck just started a new relationship. It would be selfish for Eddie to say anything now. Not when Eddie isn't even sure what he is feeling.

“Eddie,” Buck starts, moving to grip his friend's shoulders. He wanted to make sure he had Eddie's full attention. Buck even ignores the way his phone goes off in his pocket. “Did you have a fight with Marisol or something? I don't think I've seen you like this since…”

“Not exactly,” Eddie needs to stop this conversation before he says or does something stupid. “like I said, I don't know. Probably something I should talk to Frank about.”

“Probably a good idea,” Buck nods, pulling away as he does. “But you know-”

“I know I can call you if I need to, Buck. I would just hate to-” Eddie is cut off by Buck’s phone going off again. “You need to get that?”

Buck gets the phone out of his pocket and isn't sure what he should do.

And Eddie can tell Buck is torn as he looks at his phone. Eddie sees Tommy's name and photo on the screen. “You should get that.” To make the choice easier on his friend, Eddie heads to the kitchen. Mentally kicking himself. Maybe Chimney was right and he should just tell Buck he misses him. It's not a lie and it's not like that would be out of the norm. He was his best friend.

Buck answers the phone right before it goes to voicemail.

“Everything alright?” Tommy asks.

“Yeah, well, maybe, I don't know,” Buck says.

“A lot of conflicting answers there, Evan.”

“Sorry,” Buck frowns.

“No need to be, but are you okay?”

“I'm fine, but somethings off with Eddie and it's weird, last time he was like this was when he was after he got shot, was having panic attacks and broke up with Ana.”

“Not having panic attacks now is he? Seemed fine last week. And he and Marisol seemed alright the other night.”

“I thought so too. I don't think he's had a panic attack in awhile. He or Chris would have told me.

“But you think he might be heading that way? Or that's he's better at hiding it.”

“I don't know,” Buck admits. He hates not knowing. “He said he should talk to Frank, his-”

“Therapist, right? That's a good thing, isn't it? He knows he needs help and sounds like he's getting it.”

“I mean yeah, but…” Buck has seen Eddie at his worst. But it felt like Eddie was pushing him out.

Even on the phone Tommy can tell the situation is tearing his partner up. “But he's your best friend and you're worried.”

“Yeah…” Buck nods despite Tommy not being able to see it.

“That's a good thing, Evan,” Tommy tries to assure him. “You guys have been through a lot, been friends for a long time. Would be weird if you didn't worry.”

“I guess so.”

“I know so, you're a sweet guy, Evan, why do you think I like you so much?”

It doesn't get better over the next few days. The opposite happens. Buck could not shake the feeling Eddie was keeping something from him. That he was losing his best friend, again.

“Are we okay?” Buck asks. “Because I don't feel like we are okay.”

“I broke it off with Marisol,” Eddie states.

“What? Why? I thought you guys were getting serious? What happened?” Buck asks, not even noticing that Eddie had managed to avoid his question.

“It just didn't work,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“Didn't you say that about Ana too?”

“Because it's true,” Eddie states. “And yes, I'm aware the common factor on that is me. Tía Pepa made that very clear.”

“What else did Tía Pepa say?” Buck asks. He knew the women in the Diaz family were a force to reckon with.

“A lot, as usual,” Eddie sighs. “But she's not wrong.”

“Okay…” Buck was wondering where this might go.

“She told me to figure out what I wanted because clearly what has been happening isn't working and she's running out of friends with daughters.”

Buck chuckles, “that sounds like her.”

“And Frank agreed. I had to figure it out.”

“Did you?”

“I think so,” Eddie nervously notes.

That makes Buck perk up. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “But the timing…”

“Who is it?” Buck asks. The younger firefighter seemed eager to know but internally he was torn. If Eddie had figured it out and found a person to share the rest of his life with, that could mean a lot of changes. Buck might get pushed aside. And that would ruin Buck.

#Buddie fic #prompt fill #petty eddie diaz #is one of my favorite Eddie Diaz variants lol

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the-firebird69 · 11 months

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There's a lot of people here are very stupid I'm tired of this dumb b**** you said you end up in a body bag every time we just start spitting like some sort of idiot retarded snake this is what you think will win yeah well you get end up in a body bag that's what happens.

We have a lot to announce today I don't want to sit here shouting at idiots these people are losing because they have really bad attitudes and poor demeanor and they refuse to try to work and they're not up for it and who cares they're not ours and they try and harm our so f*** them you guys want to do something to do something get the f*** off us or else you're dead you're going after a stand like he's a nobody it's very mean is a parallel you could have done something else so you don't want him so you're going to get killed by him and others so you're going to fight over it maybe it'll take over the fleet but then your dead meat because you start attacking Mac and he goes after you no he's doing it now you attracted his attention for his plan yes but it's his plan that you attracted his attention. I've had it with people who are stalking her son running for president it's ridiculous I'm trying to tell Max that you're going to stalk our people so you should elect them for president he doesn't want to let you idiots his son is running.

-I'm going to pay you back for stocking him you can say all sorts of s*** we're going to pay you back for it you get really rude and arrogant like you are now and the max will start tearing you apart which they are right now you have lousy security so it's not much Banks the buck so we have to let you take over a bunch of it it's terrible so I'm going to switch gears and attack you instead as our son and daughter have been suggesting and take your stuff cuz we need stuff.

-and Mac has a plan and he's going to try and pull people out here people are resisting and they should and he's screwing around with her son all the time mainly because he plan to but he's way over the top because he's part retard and he's going to lose he's going to die because of his retard in front and retard to die too

-Tommy f is out of control and he's going to die as well as a few others and fairly soon we don't have time for your stupid s*** you're getting hit all the time and shot even in the head and your retards

-there's a huge evacuation it's still ongoing and it was going on last night about 3% of the general population all Cork and Trump and a few other retards were evacuated to the big Islands. The disembarkment location filled up again with 2% more people of the same kind. 3% left last night and they're on the island 2% of being picked up now at least 7% roughly in the general populace it is really more like 10% but it's going down steadily and now there are about 18% on Island.

-there's a law that's come out and it's by the max and they put it on the books where there's other laws are not going to books it says if you are a mentally retarded person you're required to report to the police so people see the law and they are going to report to the police all over the world all at the same time and they want to take over the place using the law and not knew about it but that's going into effect today

-you're retarded and you're already here it says that's mad cuz his frontal lobe is retarded in the police station

We published because the last portion is very important not the joke part though

Thor Freya

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hollandsmoose · 3 years

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kiss me more

A/N: Kinda thought a lot about "Kiss Me More" by Doja Cat and SZA a lot when writing this. So here you go, my lads, here's 1.6k of basically just pure blowjob smut!

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The movie playing on the TV in Tom’s room is long forgotten, his lips on yours far more important right now. It had barely been on for ten minutes before his hand was up your shirt, his mouth on yours, and you were pinned underneath him. But, to be honest, it's what you expected to happen.

Freshly returned from filming in another country, Tom has barely let you leave his side. He's always been clingy after reuniting with you, but, this time, it's on a whole new level. You can hardly complain, though - not with the amount of times he's made you cum in the last week.

Sadly, all of that had to come to a temporary end. Your period made its arrival, and while you knew it was going to happen, it bummed you out nonetheless. So when Tom's hand glides down your front, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants, you're forced to pull away from his kiss.

"Tom…" you pant, breathless, and he gives you a somewhat worried look. "I'm on my period, remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah," he says, exhaling rather deeply, and even though he tries to hide it, his disappointment is still clear. "I'll keep my hands to myself, then." He shifts a little when moving his hand up to rest beside your head, and as he does, you get to feel just how disappointed he is. His bulge, hard and firm, presses into your thigh, and it gives you an idea.

You may not really be able to get off right now, but that doesn't mean Tom can't. When he leans down to kiss you again, you gladly accept it. Your hand travels down to where his cock is straining against his sweats, palming him through the soft fabric, and you can't help but giggle when Tom helplessly moans into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss, his eyebrows raised. "What are you playing at, darling?"

You grin at him, offering a small shrug. "I just wanna make you feel good, Tommy," You emphasize your words by rubbing his bulge again, and he whines, unable to stop himself from grinding into the palm of your hand.

"But what about you?"

"It doesn't have to be about me," you say, placing a soft peck on his chin. "You've been loving on me all week. Let me love on you a little," He's just about to protest, but then you put your finger over his lips, shutting him up. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods and presses a kiss to the tip of your finger. You giggle, your heart fluttering, and Tom smiles at the sound of your laugh. After that, he rolls off you and lands on the mattress, the springs squeaking slightly at the movement.

You crawl down the bed and climb off it until you're kneeling on the floor at the foot end. You gently tug on his legs, and he gets the hint, shuffling down the length of the bed. Tom sits up, inhaling sharply at the sight of you on your knees for him, and enthusiastically helps you peel off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock springs up once it's freed from its confinement, hard and already leaking precum from the tip. You're just about to reach out to touch him when he interrupts.

"Wait!" Tom speaks out, and you halt instantly. "Can you… can you take your shirt off?" You snort at his request. You'd actually been worried about him for a second there. Nevertheless, you pull your T-shirt over your head, rolling your eyes at the way he ogles your chest, now only covered by a bra. “That’s my girl.”

With a smile, you finally touch him. You spread the precum over his tip, and Tom sucks in a breath, his thighs clenching and his cock twitching. Teasing him is always fun. He lets out a strangled whimper when you withdraw your hand and spit in the palm of it, well aware of what's going to happen now. His hands grip the edge of the mattress as you finally grasp his length, and you quite enjoy the groan that escapes him.

You start with slow strokes, warming him up gently, and the way he bites his lip to hold back a moan has your pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck, he looks good. You watch Tom intently as he reacts to your touch, and it makes you giggle when you see just how quickly he gets worked up, his cheeks pink and his breath labored. You've always had that effect on Tom, but, to be fair, he's always had the same effect on you too. Even his mere touch is enough to send you into overdrive.

When he releases that telltale, drawn-out whine you know so well, you remove your hand from him. He's getting close, and this isn’t the way you want him to cum. And just when Tom’s about to complain, you lean in further and place a little kiss on his tip, and the words die on his lips.

You begin by just giving him a few kitten licks, but it's enough to make him gasp your name, and you suspect that this really won't take long at all. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, caressing the firm muscles softly. In all honesty, you've lost count of just how many times you've fallen apart on his thighs.

Feeling yourself get distracted, you try and shake off your thoughts so you can get back to business. Back on track, you make your tongue travel up from the base of him, and his cock twitches delightfully when you swirl the tip of your tongue around the head. You're teasing Tom again at this point, and it is a bit unfair, to be honest, but it's fun to watch how desperate he gets. Maybe, if the situation was different, he'd scold you for teasing him like this and leave your ass bruised and sore as punishment, but the ball seems to be in your court today.

"Please, darling," he begs, impatient and needy. "Please just… do something."

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that, Tommy," you say with a voice you barely recognize. It's low and seductive, but it makes you feel quite powerful. "Tell me what you want."

He exhales shakily. "I want… I want your mouth on me… on my cock. Please, love?"

You shrug rather smugly. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

And then you finally give him what he wants. With a deep breath, you take Tom in your mouth. His reaction is instant, his thighs jerking slightly under your touch, and your name falls from his lips in a moan. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and moves in sync with your mouth, knowing that that's just how he likes it. You go slow and steady; you don't want Tom to topple over the edge just yet.

His hands are still gripping the mattress, his knuckles white, and you know he's trying his hardest not to buck into your mouth. Tom never wants to hurt you - at least, never without your consent. And while you do let him fuck your mouth from time to time, it's not what you want today.

But, as a treat, you pull away from him for a second, inhaling deeply before you wrap your lips around him again and take him as far as you can. When the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat, he practically shouts out a string of profanities, and it's so loud that you're sure the others in the house must've heard. It doesn't matter much to you right now, though. Let them hear.

You're fighting off your gag reflex, trying to breathe through your nose, and tears are forming in your eyes, but Tom looks so pretty that you don't give up just yet. So you keep your head where it is until he, rather unwillingly, pulls you up himself.

He's completely breathless, needing a few seconds before he can even speak. "Babe, I'm… I'm close," You can't help but smile when you hear just how affected he is.

You appreciate Tom's warning, returning to your previous tactic, your lips around the head of him and your hand jerking the base. His one hand lets go of the mattress and caresses your cheek instead, and when you look up to make eye contact, Tom's staring at you with such a wonderful mixture of lust and love that it makes both your pussy and your heart melt a little.

He gasps in that special way you've picked up on by now, and you know what's about to happen. Drawing back a little, you rest the tip of his cock on the tip of your tongue, and, with one last jerk of your hand, he finally gets to cum.

Tom curses uncontrollably as he paints your tongue white, his hand now holding your jaw in place. His head is leant back, his eyes screwed shut, and his mouth is half-open. He looks absolutely beautiful.

You watch him as he slowly comes down from his high, his eyes blinking open and finding your face immediately. And Tom watches you as you swallow his cum and put on a little show for him, licking your lips for any leftovers.

"Fucking hell," he says, completely overwhelmed, and falls back against the bed, and you laugh, satisfied with your work. You crawl onto the bed as well, settling on top of him. "You're gonna be the death of me, darling."

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 13 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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The funfair is everything you thought it would be, and even more. The colorful lights, the music, the games, the kids running around. It's inebriating, beautiful, mesmerizing... You only wish you could forget what you saw on the road... What you saw a while ago and what James told you he saw. Four beasts so far, if you assume those were all different animals. It probably means there are more, right? Nobody was attacked yet, or else you'd know. News travel fast through Hawkins. But even so, the cops need to know, and whatever it is, it has to be controlled. But what you really need is to know what that is. You think you'll feel better once you know the species, so you can do some research and have some peace of mind.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Monica shakes your shoulder lightly, dragging you out of your thoughts. “You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup. I was just thinking.” You all give a few steps forward when the line for the ferris wheel move.

“I know who you were thinking about,” Christopher says, his arm around Monica's shoulders. “He's coming, by the way.” He tilts his head towards something behind you, and you immediately turn on your heels, and the familiar burning on your stomach hits.

You can't help but smile to see him, walking among the sea of people, eyes fixed on you. It's ok to look now, right? You're dating, you're living together. And Billy looks so... Gorgeous. Hot. Awesome. He's wearing his black leather jacket and a dark blue shirt underneath, which is unbuttoned.

“Hey, princess.” His smile makes your legs weak as he pulls you into a kiss.

“Hey, handsome,” you mutter when you pull away, a hand on the exposed part of his chest. “Haven't you ever heard of buttons, Hargrove?”

“Yeah, but I don't think they're necessary.” He winks and you bite your lip.

“I think I agree,” you whisper before finally turning back to your friends. And, of course, they're all staring with wide eyes. Monica is the only one who knows you're dating. “So, guys... Billy and I.” You mutter, blushing lightly and moving again. You're next in line.

“I knew it!” Jason exclaims, high-fiving Monica. “I knew it, from the beginning.”

“I didn't. I mean... Billy is... Or was...” Christopher struggles with the words, gesturing at Billy and you. “Well it doesn't matter, does it? Congratulations.”

“Careful, Chris. Remember what happened to David last time.” Monica warns him, a smirk on her face.

“Next.” The old man calls and you move.

“Couples first,” Monica says, pulling you and Billy ahead of the others. The car only fits two, so you and Billy go alone.

As you move up, you look down, taking in the amazing view the ferris wheel provides. Billy has an arm around your shoulders, and you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You're quiet. What happened? You sounded very excited about the fair.” Billy asks, placing a kiss on your hair.

You don't want to tell him why you're restless, not today. “I was. I am.” You stutter a little, clearing your throat.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“No.” You breathe out, cursing yourself for worrying him. “I'm happy, I truly am and this is... This is beautiful and being here with you just makes everything better.” Looking up, you pull him into a kiss, taking in his amazing scent, from the cologne you love so much. “I'm alright, trust me,” you reassure him when we break the kiss.

“(Y/N), you were very, very loud earlier. You literally threw water on me. You can't possibly think I wouldn't notice you acting weird.” Billy keeps his index finger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

You really wish he could let it go because you don't want to ruin the night, but don't want to lie either. “I just saw something in the woods, but I'm sure it's nothing.” You try hard to keep the fear away from your voice, to keep it casual.

“Was it the same thing you saw the other time?” He asks, the expression on his face changing. It seems that you don't need to ask Billy to believe on what you saw. He does. You have no idea why or how, but it looks like he does. “The same thing James said he saw?”

“Yeah... Two of them. Running, keeping up with the car.” Your voice cracks by the end, as the image comes back to your mind. It's almost surreal that you're so scared of what's probably just some kind of animal. “It's stupid. I'm a big city girl, I'm not used to living this close to the woods.”

“It's not stupid.” He assures you, pecking your lips. “We'll check it out tomorrow, ok?”

“We should tell the police. What if it starts attacking people in the daylight?”

“It won't,” Billy states, not a single hint of doubt in his voice.

“What do you mean it won't? Do you know what it is? Is it nocturnal?” The words come out fast. If he knows what it is, why didn't he tell you on the first time? Billy looks away, taking a deep breath. “Billy?”

“I'll need you to trust me in this, (Y/N).” His voice is different, urgent, deep. Of course you trust him, how could you not?

“I do,” you say in a low voice. “You know I do. Is something going on that I don't know about?” As you speak, your time is over and you're back on the ground. Billy takes your hand and start walking away from the ferris wheel.

“I promise I'll tell you everything. But not here, and not today.” You both stop, and Billy cups your face. “For now, let's us just... Enjoy the moment. How does that sound?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. It was the plan from the beginning, so you might as well stick to it. “Alright.”

“Come, I'll introduce you to my friends.”

Billy guides you through the fair, holding your hand. His friends are on the Northside, where parking is exclusive for the employees. But you don't think they care. You only know Tommy and Carol, the other two guys and the girl you only know from afar. When they recognize Billy, Tommy raises his hand and waves.

“You'll hate them.” Billy warns.

“Let me be the judge of that,” you whisper as you approach the guys.

“What's up, Billy,” Tommy says, smiling. “...And who's that?”

Of cours they're staring at you. Why would you even hope otherwise? You're not only the new girl, but now you're also the one who actually got Billy Hargrove. People won't just look. They'll stare. “This is (Y/N), my girlfriend,” Billy says and you wave at them. “(Y/N), these are Tommy, Carol, Ryan, Buck, and Emily.”

“Hi. It's nice to meet you, guys.” You simply say, involuntary moving closer to Billy when you notice Ryan's eyes lingering on you.

“Girlfriend? Are you kidding me?” Carol asks, giggling. “I knew you two were hanging out but dating? I must admit I didn't see that coming.”

“Why didn't you introduce her to us earlier, Billy?” Ryan mutters, taking a sip from his can. “Is she too... Pure to hang out with us?”

“Actually, yes,”

“And have you started corrupting her already?" Ryan flashes a smile, and it makes you feel uncomfortable. You can see when his eyes move through your body, up and down, his smile only widening. “Why don't you give me your number, sweetie? I can call when Billy boy here is done with you.”

“Don't you–”

“Do you happen to have Billy's number?” You ask, raising your voice and placing a hand on Billy's chest to stop him from moving. Ryan raises an eyebrow and nods, a big interrogation on his face. “Good. Then you already have my number.”

He bursts into a laugh, furrowing his eyebrows. “Nice one. You could just say no, though.”

“It's not a joke.” Smiling, you feel Billy's arms encircling your waist.

“Wait. Are you two living together or something?” Emily gestures at you and then at Billy, and you feel when he nods. “Shit, it's true then. You're pregnant.” She stands up straight, wide eyes.

“I knew it.” Tommy states.

“That again.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head lightly. “I'm not pregnant. We're just–”

“Living together,” Billy states, his voice making it clear there will be no further explanation.

Everyone, basically at the same time, gasps, giggles, and Ryan spits out his drink. “Holy shit, Billy. Can't believe you're keeping this one. But this whole innocent act she has going on is very alluring, I must admit.”

“Want me to beat him up a little?” Billy whispers in your ear, and you can hear the anger building up. And you didn't like what Ryan said anyway.

“I did say I wouldn't stop you on the next time so be my guest,” you whisper back, shrugging your shoulders. Who are you to intervene if Billy wants to use his friend as a punching bag?

You give a step back when Billy moves, straight towards Ryan who has the decency of raising both his hands in defeat. “C'mon, Billy. You wouldn't hurt me because of one of your cows, would you? She's just–” Ryan is cut short by a hard punch on his stomach, which makes him bend over and forces the air out of his lungs.

“I would just–” Billy pulls him up again by the collar of his shirt, his fist then connecting to his jaw. “–warn you but–” A kick this time, on the ribs. “–you just can't keep your damn mouth shut, can you?” Billy pushes him violently, and Ryan stumbles down, blood all over his nose and mouth. “I believe my point is made.” He turns to look at the others and you do the same, just now noticing your eyes were fixed on the fight. If you can even call this a fight.

“No screwing with your girl,” Tommy states, exchanging a wide-eyed glance with Carol. “Got it.”

“Let's go, (Y/N).” Billy fixes his jacket and takes your hand. “Want some cotton candy?”

He is acting as if he didn't just leave a bleeding Ryan lying on the ground. “Yeah,” you mumble, raising an eyebrow at his smirk. Billy starts walking, not bothering to wave goodbye at his friends. “Just because I didn't like them it doesn't mean you can't hang out with them. I want to make this very clear.” You have to say it. In a relationship, a person shouldn't try to control who the other hangs out with.

“You're an angel, you know that? The other girls had me for one night and already wanted to control what I–” He stops talking suddenly, shaking his head slightly.

“What? You can say it, I made peace with whatever you did before.” As you speak, you start pulling him on a different direction. This parking lot is outside of the fair, so you're near the back of the attractions. A place gets your attention. It's a bit dark, but there's this blue and purple light, enough to illuminate it just a little bit.

“I know, but I shouldn't compare you to–. Where are you going?”

Not bothering to answer, you just start pulling him harder. “There.”

“I might like where this is going.”

“Jerk,” you mumble, smiling to find that whatever attraction this is, the back is shaped like an L, which gives you a perfect corner to hide. So you move to the very back of it. “Thank you again,” you say, turning around and walking backwards until your back hits the metal wall.

“For what?”

“For defending my honor. It's the second time and now I can thank you better than I did on the first time.” Of course, he already has that smirk on his face. The one you used to hate, that you used to be scared of because it made you feel... Weird. “I–”

The words get caught in your throat when Billy picks you up suddenly, both his hands grabbing your legs and placing them around his waist. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself, giggling. “For the height issue.”

“The height is not an issue,” you tell him, the blue and purple lights illuminating his face enough for you to take in his features. They're already memorized, burned in your brain, but you still like to look. “It's good to be on the same level though.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles and you close your eyes when you feel his lips brushing on yours.

You're used to the burning sensation, the sweet butterflies on your stomach as the anticipation kicks in.

On the moment his lips connect with yours, the amazing, breathtaking sensation is clouded by a groan. A... Growl. Billy pulls away immediately, letting you down. “What was that?” you ask, suddenly aware of the woods across the parking lot.

“Stay here, I–” Another snarl, low and guttural, and then you see it.

The thing comes from behind a large truck, some feet away. You're frozen at the sight. Now you can see it, clearly. And it's not an animal.

It has no fur, just blue, wet skin... And no face. You were right. James was right...

“(Y/N),” Billy calls, but you don't move. “(Y/N), c'mon.”

The thing moves slowly, and you have no idea how, but it knows you're here. It's looking straight at you and Billy, despite having no eyes. You're trying to make your body move, to send any signals to your legs, but it's useless.

Its face starts moving, all of it. You feel Billy grabbing your hand, a distant, numb feeling. Then, the animal's head opens up, and an unnatural growl emerges from its throat at the same moment you're pulled. You don't know how but your legs start working, and you're suddenly running, as fast as you can, back inside the fair. But you feel hunted, pursued. You're among the people again, but Billy keeps running, you don't know where. You can't think. Maybe you're going crazy, but you're pretty sure Billy saw it too. He wouldn't be running if he didn't, right?

“(Y/N),” Billy cups your face, and only then you notice you stopped. The sea of people move around you, but you can't really see it. “Listen. I need you to help me find Maxine. Or any of her friends. Ok?”

You simply nod, taking a deep breath and trying to get yourself back together. “Maxine,” you repeat, clenching your fists. “Or the boys. Alright. But n-no separating to look.” You burst out the last part, holding the collar of his jacket.

“No, we'll stay together. I just need you to–”

“Billy!” A low yell almost lost among the noises reaches you. You both turn your heads at the same time to find Max running, pushing people out of her way. She's with the boys, and someone older. “We gotta go. Now.” She says once she's close.

“We–”

“The Demodogs are back.” Dustin cuts Billy off, his voice getting all funny again. But you don't laugh this time. You're too scared to laugh.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Max asks, and you don't know what to say.

You're feeling sick. There are too many people here, and that thing is out there... What if it starts attacking? There are kids here, toddlers... You feel your body failing, and a strong arm encircles your waist.

“My place. Everyone. Now.” Billy commands as you struggle to stand up, hiding your face on his chest.

Is there any possibility you're having a nightmare?

Because these... These things don't just happen. It doesn't exist, not in real life. It belongs only to sci-fi or horror movies.

Billy has a hand on your knee as you ride shotgun in his car, not listening to whatever Max, Lucas, and Dustin are talking about on the backseat. You're waiting to wake up, you think. Trying to shake the image of that thing's head opening up like it's been sliced apart. You feel how your hands are shaking when you touch your face, trying hard no cry out of desperation.

“Hey,” Billy says in a low voice. “Remember when I told you to trust me?”

Nodding, you dry off the stubborn tears before looking at him. “We'll fix this. I promise you.”

“How? How do we–”

“We'll tell you everything,” Lucas says, cutting in. “I mean, she saw it. She has to know, right?”

“Right. But your brain may explode, so be prepared.” Max touches your shoulder, but you can't understand why they seem so... Calm about this. They're worried, but not deadly, ultimately scared. How in the hell is that possible that you're the only one here on the verge of losing your damn mind?

“Let's get inside,” Billy says when we stop by his place. “And wait for the others.”

You can barely feel your body as you walk to the house. Billy remains by your side on the couch as the boys stay in the kitchen. The low chattering is unlistenable.

“How are you feeling, princess?”

“I don't know how to answer that. I just say a very weird dog cracking its head open.” Running a hand through your hair, you close your eyes shut. “It's about that lab, isn't it? This whole thing smells like some screwed up experiment that went wrong.”

“The truth is actually a lot worse than that.” As he speaks, the door opens and you jump back to your feet, breathing out relieved when you see it's just the rest of the guys. And three more people, about your age.

Everyone gathers around in the living room and you go back to your place beside Billy. It's creepy the way they all keep staring at you, exchanging glances.

“(Y/N), these are Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan. They're part of our party when it comes to... This.” Max starts, and the three of them nod and give you a little wave. “There are also Robin, Hopper, the chief of police and Joy, Will's mom, but they won't get here in time so... Let's just do this.”

Maxine takes the deepest breath, but when you think she'll start speaking, she doesn't.

“I swear to God I'll lose my freaking mind if one of you don't start explaining to me what the hell is going on here because I just saw some–some sick, zombie, dead dog with no face and the head just opened up like one of those carnivorous plants and I'm sure something is very, very wrong and–”

“Alright, I'll do it.” Eleven speaks up, stepping forward and gesturing for Billy to stand up. She takes his place, looking down at her hands before looking at you. “Ready for the strangest story you'll ever hear?”

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