eighties imagines/smut hehe

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chris chambers
chris usually walked you home from school, but today he seemed much more anxious than usual. he opened the back door to the kitchen for you like he always did, when you walked in he wrapped his hands around your waist and pressed you against the counter.
"god i've been waiting all day to just be alone with you"
you said nothing, but thought the same thing as you leaned closer into him and he kissed you roughly

joey trotta
you held the sweaty crumpled up note in your hand tightly as you walked through the halls to the bathroom. it was from joey. it said to meet him about 'something important', you rolled your eyes, the 'something important' was way too obvious. he was already there, leaning against the tile wall, waiting. (in the striped shirt ofc) his face lit up seeing you
"so i-"
you dropped your binder and pushed him up against the wall, not wanting to waste any passing period

homecoming
it had been a few days since you'd seen wil. it was sunday before christmas break. it was homecoming, and you had been getting ready since you woke up. your hair smelled sugary and soapy at the same time, from all the hairspray, and that was soon dyed down from the perfume.
you had been waiting weeks to wear your dress, it was pink and above the knees, the sleeves fell partly off the shoulders and it had lace on the ends. you had painted your nails shimmery purple, which matched with your eyeshadow. you got ten times more excited once you completed the look with heels.
you turned the radio up higher while you waited, daydreaming about your first high school dance ever. the sun had set and rock with you and time after time played over the radio while you sat at the end of your bed, waiting anxiously for the doorbell to ring.
you finally heard it and were already running downstairs when your mom yelled "y/n! can you get that?" you probably should've taken your heels off before doing that though. "it's wil!" you told her
you checked yourself in the mirror by the dining room and rushed back to the door.
he wore a black wool blazer with a high-collared black tee underneath. his pants were grey and pleated, paired with slightly dirty white nikes, i guess he didn't go ALL out.
his hair was slightly wet, you had never seen it like that but you definitely liked it.
he scratched the back of his head and gawked at you, focusing on your dress..
"ahem"
he caught himself "wow... i'm underdressed"
"are you kidding? you look great"
you were blushing and rolled your eyes playfully
you grabbed his arm "come on"

i'm aware this is corey haim