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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝐉.𝐌 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Requested by the beautiful @jaywolf840 :

Hiya! I was wondering if you possibly wouldn't mind writing a (The 100) John Murphy x reader imagine? 👉🏼 👈🏼 Maybe John and reader stargazing one night (this takes place during season 1-2) and it's basically just a cute fluffy time between the two until they get caught up in a moment, nearly kiss and one of them nearly confesses their feelings but then gets too embarrassed and cuts the night off to go to bed. I hope that makes sense, I dunno I'm kinda tired 😂😅😅

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, mentions of like violence but very mild, tragic backstories but you guys know the drill.

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Ethereal. That's what it was. The beauty of watching the stars in the sky from the ground was utterly breathtaking, and with John there to view it with you the moment couldn't be more perfect, and neither could he.

𝐀/𝐍: I read this request and died thinking about how cute I could make this so I hope you enjoy it <3

Earth was beautiful. Ever since you'd landed you'd known that this was where you were supposed to be. The vegetation, the wildlife, all of it. You adored the world around you and the abundance it offered. You loved the way running water sounded, and the way it felt against your virgin skin. You relished in the way the wind would caress your face and sweep your hair back behind you. You got drunk on the feeling of the sun kissing your face in the early morning when you left your tent.

Most of all though, you looked forward to the stars. Looking up into the barren land you once called a home, and drinking in the beauty of it from a distance.

A twig snapping from behind you made you jump, pulling your attention away from the sky above you. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, and a small smile grew on your face as he sat down beside you, wordlessly.

Murphy, or John as you were allowed to call him when only his ears were around to hear it. The privacy the blanket of the night sky offered beat any makeshift tent back in your camp, and every night the two of you would sit and enjoy each others company, stargazing as it was called.

Some nights you would speak to each other, other nights you would sit and enjoy each others company in silence. It didn’t really matter whether your words were involved or not - it meant something to both of you either way.

“The stars are out again tonight.” You commented softly, taking his mind back to last night when a thick cloud cover had obscured them from your view. You had still sat and enjoyed the night, but it wasn’t the same without those little beacons lighting up the sky.

“Mmm.” He just hummed, sounding tired.

Not bothered or annoyed by you, just tired. He worked hard around the camp, and despite was people saw on the outside he was more than a snarky dickhead. You hated to say he was different with you, but he was. Maybe it was because you had taken the time to look past the rude exterior, and you hadn’t let prejudice sway how you treated him when you’d first met him.

“Long day?” You asked, shifting your head to the side slightly to look at him. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and sunken cheeks. His face was downturned without emotion, and his eyes were empty despite reflecting the stars above you.

“Yeah.” He nodded, adjusting to lay down beside you. You followed him, allowing your head to rest by his shoulder, brushing against it gently.

You felt his arm come around your shoulders, holding you. To anyone who stumbled out you would look like a love struck couple, but this was just your friendship with him. It was open and soft and gentle, all the things that he wasn’t.

You loved him either way. You didn’t know what kind of love you felt for him, at first it was platonic but now you weren’t so sure. It didn’t really matter - as long as he knew how you felt.

“You ever wish you could still be up there?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“The Ark?”

“Yeah.” He turned his head to look at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

“God no.” You almost laughed. “Why would I?”

“It was easier up there.” He shrugged. “People hated me, but not the way they do down here. I didn’t have to worry about being speared through the chest and strung up as bait, or how I’d find my next meal.”

“I don’t think it was easier up there.” You admitted. “I didn’t have you up there.”

He squeezed your shoulder. “That’s why it would’ve been easier for you.”

He said it as a joke but you could hear the sincerity behind his words. It made you frown.

“You’re perfect, John. You’ve made Earth so much better for me than you can even begin to understand.”

He was silent at your words for a moment, averting his gaze from yours, looking back to the stars for guidance.

A doubtful feeling grew in your stomach, as you wondered whether or not you’d said the right thing. He opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something but he was cut off.

A large crack of thunder echoed throughout the small valley you called home with the rest of the hundred. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, splattering onto your face, increasing with intensity every couple of seconds.

“We should head inside.” Murphy said, standing abruptly. Rain shook from his hair and clothes as he stood, reaching down to offer you a hand up.

You’d expected him to walk in through the gates with you but as soon as you were on your feet he’d turned and walked off, a nervous, almost shy, air about him that you’d never seen before.

You looked to the stars one more time before heading inside, but they were gone, once again buried beneath the rain clouds.

A small sigh left your lips as you trudged inside, already looking forward to your next stargaze with John.

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𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐁.𝐇 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You were a good kid, but everyone slipped. Everyone had their breaking points. You happened to reach yours a little earlier than others, and when you dealt with your problems? You were all or nothing.

So it's no surprise when you find yourself spending the night in a local jail cell (again).

The surprise comes when you have a neighbor - the new California kid. He's cocky and smug and arrogant, but when you're stuck with only each other for company overnight, you find yourself warming up to him.

𝐀/𝐍: This is also on my AO3 if you prefer to read over there, usernameisunderconstruction! For now this is only a one-shot, but I'm totally open to a part 2 (or 3, or 4) if you would like, I absolutely adore writing for stranger things!

Blue eyes stared into your own with a certain intensity you weren't sure you'd find replicated anywhere else. The dim lighting shadowed his face from across the room, keeping them hidden in the darkness. It was the kind of blue that looked like ice at times, the kind that took your breath away for just a second while you comprehended how someone's eyes could tell so many stories with just one gaze. His pupil's stood out, like a small dark boat rocking in a sea of blue waves.

You tore your eyes from his, shifting uncomfortably from the scrutiny. One leg crossed over the other, and your wet jeans chaffed your thighs, almost painfully. Instead of responding to his careful gaze, you set your sights on the Hawkins Police Station water cooler. You watched the bubbles rise in it whenever someone poured themselves a small Styrofoam cup of water that no doubt tasted like chlorine and bad memories of the deep end in a swimming pool.

The chair you sat upon wasn't comfortable. It was made of the kind of fabric that itches you even through your clothing - itches you just by looking at it the wrong way. The back was rigid and dug into your soft flesh, rubbing painfully against your spine. Your head lulled back to meet the wall with a gentle 'thud'. A few heads turned to look your way, to gawk at the girl in handcuffs.

To say that his head had turned would be to tell a lie - it had never left you. You were sure of that when you lowered your chin and set your gaze upon him again. He looked your age, and just like you his wrists were decorated with silver handcuffs. You sat at different sides of the room, two police officers at their desks separated you. If they hadn't had been there you would have (very rudely) snarled at him, asking what he was looking at. You couldn't though, not without making more trouble for yourself, so instead the carpet became the next best thing to focus on.

Swirling brown patterns, with some grey sprinkled in here and there just to spice things up a little. God knew nothing else left the police station on it's toes.

One of the officers hung up the phone, a shrill noise that echoed throughout the small room. His face turned up to meet your own with an oddly sympathetic smile. "He's not coming tonight Y/n. You'll have to wait until morning."

You wanted to scoff and take out the frustration and the anger on the officer, but he'd done nothing wrong. Instead you bit the inside of your cheek and swallowed deeply, taking the sour taste of expected disappointment down to your stomach. "It's fine Officer Powell."

Another tight smile graced his features. Officer Powell was kind. He saw how easily a broken man could break his family. You weren't a bad kid. You weren't a stupid youth. You certainly weren't going through a phase. You were living the only way you'd ever been taught, and old habits died hard. "Can I get you anything before you go into the cell? You want some water? Microwave dinner?"

The overly-dramatic disgusted face he made at his last suggestion made you laugh, but you shook your head. "No. I would like to apologize though."

One of his eyebrows rose pointedly, as though he'd been waiting for this moment. "For?"

You sighed. You had a big ego, and your pride was suffocating, but recently you'd made an effort to step back. You would let yourself be wrong at times and admit to your mistakes.

"I'm sorry for stealing your nephews bike." You mumble quietly, lowering your head to concentrate on your fidgeting hands.

"To?"

"To run away from you and glasses over there." You say, lifting your eyes to meet his partner with a teasing glare.

Officer Powell shook his head, his hand coming up to meet the bridge of his nose. "And why did you try to run from us?"

"I'm not apologizing for that." You say with a small snicker, vaguely aware of those curious eyes still watching your every movement - not that there were many to watch while you were in handcuffs. "I would slash his tires again if I could. I'd just choose a different bike to escape on." You add as an afterthought to appease the cop.

He looks like he's given up on you as he stands up and makes his way towards you. "See, the problem is that they weren't his tires. They were daddy's tires."

"Well is anyone surprised by that?" You ask with a small chuckle as the officer pulls you to your feet, your hands hanging uselessly in front of you.

"You're just lucky they don't want to press charges."

You breathe out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding. Your father would still be pissed, he just wouldn't be as pissed. There was no more conversation between the two of you as he led you across the hallways and into a more segregated room, that one that as home to the overnight holding cells.

You'd spent one too many nights in these bad boys, so there was nothing new to remark when he unlocked your handcuffs and then slid the iron bars shut behind you. It was a ritual, a routine. You knew it well. Mindlessly you made your way to the small bed.

You almost had to pee, but you'd also never peed once in these toilets, nor would you ever. Pulling your pants down in here would be enough to give you an STD, let alone actually placing bare skin against the metal bowl.

The bed groaned beneath your weight as your head hit the pillow. It was a recipe for nits and bedbugs but you were tired. It'd been a long day. It started normally, of course - breakfast with your father. He wasn't a bad man, he made plenty of effort with you, effort that you were grateful for, he was just still learning. The small meals you shared in the morning were always filled with almost awkward small talk, neither of you were willing to let the silence go on for too long. You'd find silly questions to ask and tell bad jokes to keep the conversation going, as would he. It was the only way he could tell you he loved you, like it was the only way you could tell him.

After breakfast you would drive to school. You loved your car, and you certainly loved to drive it as well. Sometimes you'd take the long way, even though it would take more fuel, just to keep listening to the rumble of the engine a little longer. Heads would turn, and you always felt like a juvenile boy when you revved your engine just to feel a little more powerful.

Heads would continue to turn when you pulled into your schools parking lot. The '68 Charger was a sight to see, and it was your most prized possession. Gifted to you by an uncle, you took the utmost care of your car, inside and out. Once you stepped out though, the attention would be gone. You were invisible again. The girl who had a cool car, but no one really cared enough about to speak to. You had your friends of course, great friends in fact, they were just scattered few and far between.

Only this morning it was different. The curious eyes didn't leave you as you trudged through the muddy parking lot. Heads didn't turn back to their conversations, and instead followed you carefully as you kept your eyes trained on the sludge beneath you. Pushing open the door, you stepped inside and followed the familiar path to your locker. Nancy stood there waiting, an anxious look on her face.

"You ok?" You had asked her, furrowing your brows. Nancy often looked timid or nervous, but today it was worse. Bags were under her eyes, her hands didn't leave the hem of her shirt, and most importantly she didn't stop looking at you like you were about to break.

"Are you ok?" She asked, counteracting your question.

"I'm fine Nance." You shrugged her off as you threw your belongings into your locker. "Have you seen Terry this morning?"

Her face fell and she nodded. "Yeah he's been around."

"Ok, seriously." You shut the locker door and turned to look at your closest friend. It used to be the two of you plus Barb, but her disappearance left the two of you together, brought you even closer in fact. "What's going on? You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

A deep sigh left her lips. "I know, I know. And I think it's best that I tell you before anyone else does."

"Tells me what?" You furrowed your brows. Now you were really confused.

"Look Y/n, don't freak out. Don't go slashing tires or egging houses." She warned with a low voice. "And remember that only idiots fall for this kind of stuff."

"Just tell me." You begged.

"Terry's been going around telling everyone about last night."

"What do you mean last night?" You asked. "Nothing happened last night."

A group of girls walked past at that moment, all giving you a disgusted side-eye.

"That's not what Terry's saying." Nancy said softly. "He's telling people you went back to his house and... you know."

You scoffed. "No! God no! Not with Terry. Jesus I saw the movie with him because he was a friend of Steve's and I didn't want things to be weird. And so what if I did? The entire school doesn't need to look at me like I have two heads." You rolled your eyes. Plenty of girls were having sex. You didn't understand why you, the one who was invisible, sleeping with Terry Evans would be such a big deal.

"It's not just that." She shook her head. If possible she looked even more scared. Sucking it up, she took a deep breath and blurted the words that stole any ounce of composure you had left inside of you. "Terry is telling everyone you let him do anal."

A loud gasp left your mouth. Really? Of all the things he could lie about, he chose this! Another group of girls gave you a disgusted look and you rolled your eyes before calling out after them. "I didn't do it!"

The sped up and walked even further away from you before erupting into giggles. You swallowed your anger. He was unbelievable. He was a boy. An immature, childish excuse for a seventeen year old - and you were gonna get him back.

Unfortunately, getting him back resulted in spending a night in jail.

Your head automatically lifted off the pillow at the sound of sliding metal. You had a neighbor, lovely.

Your eyes watched curiously as he copied your earlier actions, casting a wry glance at the toilet before slumping onto the mattress. It was the man from earlier, the nosy one with the piercing blue eyes. His face was framed by a blonde mullet. You didn't typically like the hairstyle, but he was able to pull it off with his tanned skin and sculpted facial features. As you continued to inspect said facial features, you noticed a stitched up wound, just above his brow, and a blooming bruise that danced around his brow bone, all the way down to his cheek bone. It wasn't the bruise that graced his skin either, nor was the cut the only laceration.

"You want a closer look?" His icy voice cut through the cells, making you shiver. It was more out of surprise then anything. He sounded irritated, but who was he to complain?

"Fair's fair. You wouldn't stop staring either." You kept your words sharp and short. Men were really testing your patience today, and you were not going to let the stranger be the one to drive you to your breaking point.

"I was just curious." He said with an innocent shrug. "You don't seem like the type to take it up the-"

"That's because I didn't!" You burst out, perhaps a little more dramatic than necessary. He looked more amused than anything, and it made your blood boil.

"That's not what your precious Terry is saying."

You scoffed. "My precious Terry? Open your eyes. The kids a douche and so are you."

Your annoyance elicited a small laugh from him, which only served to annoy you even more. "What's so funny? My ruined reputation?"

He sobered up at that and pushed himself to his elbows. His head turned and those bright blue eyes met yours again. "I think it's funny that people actually believe Terry could convince a girl to not only do him, but to do it in the ass with him."

His response is unexpected, and a small chuckle escaped your lips. You quickly caught it, closing your mouth. He was still an asshole, but you'd be open to badmouthing Terry with him. "So how is it that I have no idea who you are, and yet you seem to have already been told about my sex life?" You ask, curious.

Hawkins was a small town, and the school was even smaller. Surely you'd have known about this guy by now if he was already fair game to hear all the nasty gossip and rumors.

"Just moved here. First day of school." He explained, seemingly tired of telling people this. "I got there late, so you'd probably already stormed off by then."

A pink tinge colored your cheeks at his words. It was true, after Nancy had told you, you'd thanked her and left. You couldn't go back home - your father would've murdered you for ditching, so you parked your car in an empty street by the side of the woods and stared at your cars steering wheel for a few hours. You had been angry, and the music you blasted through the stereo had proved that.

The little side street was where you'd formulated your genius plan to go back to his house and slash the Porsche's tires. How could you have known it was his fathers? He drove it everywhere, and he was spoiled by his parents. You assumed he had gotten a lift with Steve and left it at home. Clearly, that was not the case, and you had narrowly avoided the charges to prove it.

"Well would you have stuck around if people were saying that stuff about you?" You asked. He looked as though he contemplated it for a while before he shook his head.

"I probably would've ditched either way to be honest."

You chuckled slightly. "How'd you end up here? It's your first day, I thought you would've run home to tell your family about it." You joked, but his face hardened.

"First of all, I don't run. I drive." He holds up a finger to make his point and you make an overly-dramatic impressed face. "Secondly, no. They're barely a family, and I'm not telling them shit."

"Okay teen angst." You say, holding your hands up. You couldn't blame him, you were the same way with your dad. Your relationship didn't extend past small talk around the breakfast table, a boundary both of you respected and were grateful for. "You still didn't tell me what you did."

"Got into a fight." He shrugged carelessly, as though it were nothing.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You weren't in the mood to deal with more men who got their satisfaction from beating each other to a pulp, but if you were stuck here with him for the night you'd probably have to. You don't bother asking who with, chances were you'd hear all about it tomorrow.

"Did you at least win?"

A proud smirk snaked across his face as he nodded. "It was too easy."

His cocky nature was starting to shine through, and the icy wall was starting to melt. He was a good looking guy, and he was clearly aware of it with the way he carried himself and dressed. Normally arrogance was a turn off for you, but it hadn't stopped you with Terry, so you'd be damned if you let it stop you now.

"You never told me your name." You remarked after a few moments of silence. A deep pause followed it.

"Billy. Billy Hargrove."

"Well Billy Hargrove," you drew out the name, testing it on your tongue. "My name's Y/n."

"Pretty." He hummed. Another deep silence settled.

You took the opportunity to study his face again. He was intently gazing through the bars in front of him as he sat up on the bed, back leaning against the painted brick wall. His knees were drawn up, near his chest, and his hands hung nonchalantly over them. He was posed like someone out of a magazine, only the people in magazines didn't usually have black eyes and cut lips. Curiosity got the best of you as you relented with yourself and asked the question.

"So who'd you fight with?"

His head turned to meet yours and his tongue darted out to trace his lips, almost nervously, before he spoke. "My father."

You fought to keep your expression neutral. You knew what it was like, your older brothers and your father had fought all the time. Mostly they were verbal, but when they reached their peaks objects would be pelted across the room, or a hit would be thrown. Usually once the physical violence started one of them would have the sense to separate - you'd never seen your father leave the bruises on your brother that Billy's had left on him.

"Are you ok?" You asked quietly, unsure of how to proceed.

You could see into his eyes that he wanted to lie, to tell you that he was fine and didn't need anyone, a stranger nonetheless worrying over him. It was his right to after all. You had only just met the kid, and given your current location you didn't exactly look like a trustworthy saint. Still though, he managed to surprise you. A heavy sigh left his lips as his head fell forward to his arms. His hair swayed as he shook his head 'no', and you froze.

You were unsure of what to do. Every single time you asked anyone how they were doing, the answer was always 'good'. Never 'bad'. You weren't trained to handle this. Where was the manual on human emotion?

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked tentatively after you mulled over your options - there hadn't been many. Your other two had been an awkward silence for the rest of the night, or abruptly changing the topic. All three of them had one thing in common though, and it was that school was going to be incredibly awkward, or incredibly good tomorrow, and there would be no in-between.

"Not really." He shook his head again. As terrible as this was going to sound, you were almost glad he had said that. You weren't well-equipped to help him from a jail cell, nor were you ever the friend people went to for help. Nancy was the sympathetic one, the one who always knew what to do and say, and how to help. You merely stood behind her nodding enthusiastically and backing up her every word. You wished she were here now, but just like Billy, you were alone.

On the other hand, there was something about this kid. Something about his eyes and his handsome face, something enthralling about the mystery that surrounded him, and how refreshing it was to see a new face in Hawkins. You were curious, no doubt, and a little part of you wanted to be that girl. The one who knew more about him than anyone else for just a split second, before all of the other skanky girls at your school could throw themselves at him.

Not that you could judge, you'd been there before too. This time you wanted something different though. You shut down your thoughts before you could get too carried away. For a start, you barely knew him. You were far too impulsive, and you couldn't make decisions like this within minutes of meeting someone. Secondly, as much as you'd like to believe he was a nice guy - he wasn't. He was in jail. You were too of course, but he was still in jail, and after Terry you desperately needed a nice guy, or simply no guy at all.

"So tell me about this Terry douche." Billy spoke up, changing the subject. You panicked for a moment, thinking he'd read your mind, but that was ridiculous. Tele-anything wasn't real - everyone knew that.

You chuckled under your breath though, secretly glad he'd asked. You couldn't exactly classify Terry as an ex, but you were still eager to shove his reputation down the drain the same way he'd done with yours.

"He's a total ass-wipe." You start, throwing your head back against the wall to stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. You were vaguely aware of his eyes following your movements. "To be honest, I don't even know what I saw in him. I guess he asked me to a movie and I just didn't want to make things weird by saying no. He's friends with my best friends boyfriend, so we see a lot of each other." You tack onto the end, explaining.

Billy scrunched his face up. "This that 'King Steve' I kept hearing about?"

You laughed. "Yep. That'll be the one." You didn't miss the disgust that flashed through his eyes, closely followed by a hint of amusement. "Anyways, Terry is one of his lap dogs I guess." You shrug.

"So you went out with this guy, just because he's friends with Steve?"

"Yeah I guess so." You said with a sigh, realizing the irony to your situation. You'd gone to the movie to avoid any awkwardness between the group, and in doing so you'd made your entire high school career the most awkward event of your life. This would never be topped. Ever. "It was a shit night. I paid for my own ticket and dinner, and I asked him to take me home straight afterwards. He kept trying to stick his hand up my skirt in the car, but that was the most that happened. He didn't even kiss me." You say with a scoff.

"Did you want him to kiss you?" Billy asked, looking a little too invested in the story. If you had been told this morning that you'd be spending your night in a jail cell with a handsome blonde from California, talking about kissing Terry Evans, you'd have laughed and told them to pull their head in. Alas, here you were.

"Not really." You shrugged. "It would've been nice to be kissed though I guess. What girl doesn't want to be dropped home and kissed goodnight? We don't want hands up our skirts, we just want to feel cared for." You could feel your cheeks go red in the darkness of the cell, a little embarrassed about telling the stranger about your mushy romantic fantasies. Not that the bare minimum was considered a fantasy, but still.

A deep silence settled in between the two of you, and you feared you'd crossed a line. How stupid were you? He was a guy! They don't want to hear this stuff! Maybe Steve would, but only because he'd known you for so long and you were best friends with Nancy. Not even Tommy would want to listen to this. God, not even Carol would want to listen to it! You opened your mouth, about to apologize and call yourself stupid, but his voice cut you off.

"Come here."

Your head whipped around. Had you heard him right? Come here? Your heartbeat spiked. If this man thought he was going to-

"C'mon." He said again, hurrying you up. "I don't bite. Not unless you want me to."

Your eyes widened, and despite your hammering heart you pushed yourself to your feet. You'd been making stupid decisions left, right and center lately, what was one more? "What're you doing?" Your voice was soft as your timid legs carried you to the cell bars, the only thing that separated the two of you.

He had also risen, and was waiting impatiently in front of you. "What that asshole should've done last night." He said, like it should've been obvious.

"Billy, you don't have to." You shook your head, almost in disbelief. "I wasn't telling you because I wanted-"

"That's not why I'm doing this." He brushed off your concern. "But I will set some ground rules."

"Which are?" You asked, nearly snorting.

"You don't think of it as some lovey, mushy, crap." He said pointedly. You almost rolled your eyes, but nodded nonetheless. Nothing about this was romantic. "Second of all, you let me be the one to rub it into his face that he got nowhere in a movie theater, dinner, and drive home, while I got to first base in a jail cell."

You couldn't stop the laugh escaping your lips. Was it a little misogynistic? Maybe, but at this point you didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted to Terry, and after what the sleaze pulled on you, you wouldn't do so much as to lift a finger to stop it.

"Okay. Deal." You nodded after contemplating for a moment. He was doing you a favor in more ways then one - you got your kiss, and when your school found out, the anal rumor would be soon forgotten. Ideally.

"Okay." He nodded too, his feet and face were just inches from your own, with the iron bars separating you. It was awkward, but doable.

Tentatively, you closed your eyes and moved your face closer to the bars. Were you being stupid? Probably, but you would only live once, and you were also thoroughly enjoying the mix-up to your usual nights in jail. How often did an opportunity like this present itself? The answer was not often.

Before you could overthink your predicament for a second longer, soft lips were upon your own. They were warm, gentle even, and they sent butterflies down to your stomach instantly. Goosebumps tore across your body as your mind, and body, melted under his touch. God, all the boy had done was kiss you - his hands weren't even on you, nor were yours on him, and yet your knees were still weak with the way he moved his lips against yours. You could feel his tongue dart out to trace your lower lip sensually, and your grip on the iron bars tightened immensely. Your knuckles would nearly be white as they wrapped themselves around the cold steel, a stark contrast from your body.

You were so hot you could be on fire, and he seemed to understand his affect on you when a pleased moan came from the back of your throat. It barely took you a second to register from the sound and you pulled away, almost reluctantly. Your hand flew to your lips as you took a step back. They were warm and swollen, and they were wet. From him.

You licked them without thinking before your eyes flashed up to his. A cocky smile sat on his face, and he looked pleased with himself.

"Was it everything you dreamed of Angel?" His voice sounded like honey as your feet carried you back to the flimsy bed and mattress of their own accord. You knew he was teasing you, expecting you to go write about it in a diary like you were the star of a cheesy romantic comedy.

"I don't know." You feigned disappointment with a shrug. "I expected more."

He chuckled, shaking his head before retreating to his own bed.

Your hand darted back up to your lips, a gesture not missed by him, as a warmth spread across your chest. As you had agreed to though, that wasn't 'lovey' or 'mushy'. It was a favor. Done and dusted. Easy peasy.

"Goodnight Y/n." He called out to you quietly after a moment, bringing you back to how late it was getting. Not that you were provided with a clock.

"Goodnight Billy." You hummed back, turning on your side to face the wall. As much as you tried, you couldn't keep the kiss out of your mind. You couldn't wait for Terry to find out, and even though you tried (key word) to be a humble person, you also couldn't wait for the other girls at your school to find out. Billy was attractive, no doubt, but he was also a mystery. You wanted to know why anyone would leave California for Hawkins, and you wanted to know more about his family and father.

You were fucked.

Let me know if you want a part 2! This was super fun to write and I am now obsessed with this one concept in particular.

Edit: after all the comments here and on ao3 i will write a part 2! (or 3, or 4)

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