senpaiaizawasensei

[senpaiaizawasensei]

tease

loki laufeyson x reader

words: 1238

warnings/notes: pre that ragnarok end credit scene so some spoilers !!

request:  could you maybe do a Loki one shot maybe with him and a Asgardian girl. Where she‘s totally crushing on him but won‘t admit it. And he‘s his cocky self and flirts with her. She‘s also kind of friends with Thor and stuff and Loki gets jealous because he thinks there‘s more between them.

It had been about a week since Ragnarok and people were finally settling into their new lives. Though the ship could get quite crowded at times, you were proud of what your best friend and his rag tag group had done to save everyone, your people. But because of his new position, you’d barely gotten to spend any time with Thor. He was like a new man with his missing eye, shorter hair, and king status.

You two had finally managed a moment alone so he could tell you about his and Banner’s adventures on Sakaar. You’re listening attentively to his story of the Contest of Champions when the door opens behind you.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you had a guest,” you glance over your shoulder to see Loki turning on his heels, his tone almost condescending. He did know that you and Thor were in there alone, but he had to see what was going on. Since their return things between you and Thor seemed a little too close for Loki’s comfort

Thor waves a hand, “Nonsense, you can stay and join us. You were just as much apart of the tale.” Great.

Loki turns slowly and nods his head, “I suppose I’ll stay then.” He walks over and takes a seat behind the two of you, as Thor continues his story. Was Loki staring at you? You were pretty sure he was, but then again he could be looking past you. You’re trying to listen to what Thor is saying about the contest but it’s hard to focus on anything when you can feel blue eyes boring into you.

“I’ll be right back with Banner so we can reenact it,” Thor is jogging off before you could even respond, leaving you and Loki alone, which was just fantastic. You’d been around Odin’s adopted son before but there was always some weird tension between the two of you, little arguments and disagreements making Thor decide that family and friends should be separate.

You’re ready to avoid eye contact with him and stand in silence, but he’s already sauntering over to fill the space between of you, that smug smirk on his lips. “(Y/N),” he finally acknowledges you, standing next to you to look out the ships window. “How are you and my brother?” he’s planted the question on purpose, but doesn’t want you to know that.

The question takes you aback, “We’re not-- we’re not together,” your nose wrinkles up at the thought. Thor was basically your brother, after everything you two had been together. 

“That sounded a little defensive,” Loki has to control himself, lips twitching up into a small smile at your reaction. 

You round on him, finally breaking your gaze on the window to look at him. “What does it matter to you? Are you jealous?” your eyes narrow, the question not really serious. As if Loki would ever be jealous, it’s not like he ever payed attention to you anyways.

Loki clearly didn’t expect that question, as he’s trying to find an excuse for why he would ask that, “Maybe I’m just seizing up the competition, I’ve fought my brother before and i could do it again.”

It takes a second for his words to sink in, “What did you just say?” Loki had always been infuriating, sure. He was too cocky, full of himself. He knew he was attractive and used it as an upperhand to get whatever he wanted. Wait-- do you just think he was attractive? No way, you couldn’t be developing a crush on your best friends brother.

Loki has that smug smirk on his face again as he turns toward you, using his height as an intimidation advantage. “You heard me,” he purrs, taking another step towards you. “I wouldn’t be surprised, as beautiful as you are, that my brother would put his sights on you as well. I have to make my first claim.”

There’s barely any space left between the two of you now, but you don’t notice. Eyes narrow in mock anger, “Claim? What am I, a piece of meat? You don’t get to own me, Loki.”

Loki is clearly having too much fun with this, his grin never wavering. He loves a good challenge, and you are his absolute favorite one. He shakes his head slowly, “Feisty,” he comments, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “I don’t want to own you, (Y/N). I would love to have the pleasure of getting to be with you.”

“What about your long list of previous conquests? Do you say this to them too?” you know Loki has a long history of charming women and men alike, you weren’t going to become just another name on that list. You wouldn’t allow that-- let alone Thor finding out about you.

He’s got to admit that you’ve got him there, he was notorious for pulling stuff like this- he was the god of trickery after all. “They aren’t you,” he admits it swiftly, dropping his cocky attitude for just a moment to let you know this isn’t just him playing mind games. “Let me prove it to you tonight. I’ll find a way to make this ship romantic.”

You can’t help but smile at that. Maybe you could allow yourself to let loose on Loki, he may be a little too snarky but those eyes could weaken even the strongest of wills. You nod your head slowly, “Alright, ice boy,” you tease with a grin. “I’ll go on a little date with you. But if anything, and I mean anything goes out of line, I’m telling the big guy.”

You hope to see some worry, to see if he’ll back down but he doesn’t. The smile is back on his lips and he reaches for one of your hands. Taking it in his, he completely closes the gap between you two. “I promise, it’ll be nothing less than perfect.” He’s planning to kiss you, give you a quick taste of the night to come.

But the door opens and you practically jump back from Loki, trying to hide the face that your cheeks have heated up to a very bright shade of red. Thor wanders back in with Hulk in tow, the two completely oblivious to the situation that had just happened. “You ready to see the fight of your life?” He grinning, and for once you’re thankful that it takes Thor some time to fully asses things.

“That’s my cue to go,” Loki is avoiding eye contact with Hulk, “I’ll see you later,” he winks at you before beginning to saunter out. Thor narrows his eyes at you and you quickly look away, trying not to make things painfully obvious.

“Is there something wrong with you eyes?” Thor asks his brother, glancing between him and you, “Because you just did a thing.” He waves his hand over his own eyes.

Loki’s eyes narrow and he shakes his head, “Not a thing,” he throws another wink your way, trying to keep it out of sight of his brothers good eyes this time.

“There it is again, Banner saw it that time, didn’t you?” Hulk doesn’t answer but Thor continues anyways, “you should really get that checked out brother.”

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[senpaiaizawasensei]

sunlight

jonathan byers x reader

words: 1272

warnings: mentions of sex, but overall some cute fluff that i based off of my boyfriend and i

requested: May I please request a Jonathan Byers imagine where it’s the morning after your first time and he basically spoils you? 

The Byers house was dead silent for once in it’s time. Sunlight spilled in through open curtains, the walls stood empty other than old photographs of the boys growing up. It was peaceful. With Joyce and Will spending the weekend with Hopper and Eleven, Jonathan had the house all to himself. Well to himself and you.

He’d been awake the last hour, watching how peaceful you looked when you were asleep. One arm was underneath you, the other lazily slung around your waist. His fingertips traced lightly over the skin there, tracing patterns and shapes. He didn’t want to wake you, as you seemed almost ethereal in your sleep. It was like he was lucky enough to have a real angel fall into his arms and he never wanted to let it go.

His movements ceased once he felt you begin to stir, assuming he was the cause of your waking. You turn to face him, still exhausted, and bury your face in his chest sleepily. He can’t help but let out a low chuckle at how adorable it was, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Morning,” you get out groggily, looking up at him through eyelashes. His brown eyes pour into yours as you drink him in this moment, everything about him was too perfect and you never wanted to forget the messy bed head and softness in his eyes.

He can’t help but smile, “Good morning sleepy head,” he tightens his arms around you in a hug, pulling you even closer to him.

“Jonathan!” you squeal, face smushed against his body. You wiggle in his arms, unable to stop yourself from giggling at him. “Let me go!”

“Never!” he holds on for a moment longer before loosening his grips, “Okay maybe just for this,” he leans down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He’s smiling when he pulls away, moving a hand to play with the ends of the hair. “We destroyed the room last night.”

He says it so casually but you feel your cheeks heat up in memory of the night before. You take a second to look around the room, clothes strung about everywhere and towels from the late night shower. The sheets were tangled around you and in the floor and you suddenly became conscious of how messy you could’ve looked. “That’s a future us problem,” you joke, swinging your legs off the bed and standing in just a t-shirt of Jonathans and your underwear. “I’m going to go figure myself out,” you lean down to sift through clothes, picking up a small bag with your bathroom things.

Jonathan almost didn’t hear you, too distracted by how you looked in that moment, Sure your hair was wild and mascara stained your under eyes, but he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Bringing himself out of the daze he pulls himself up from the bed and you follow after him down the hall, dipping off into the bathroom alone. The sex hair was real, the tangles taking up the whole mirror. You let out a small laugh, thinking of the night before. Jonathan was nothing but a gentlemen, not that you didn’t expect him to be. To most the questions of ‘are you okay’ and ‘am i hurting you’ might have been annoying, but it was nice to know that he cared and wanted to make last night all about you.

As you pull a brush through the birds nest on your head you notice the markings down one side of your neck. Dark cherry bruises that were going to be next to impossible to hide. Just a few scattered about, but far enough in distance that you couldn’t call it an actual bruise.

Jonathan appears in the mirror, slipping his arms around your waist as you finish off your hair. He leans back for a moment to admire his attack on your neck with a smirk, “Sorry,” he offers you a smile, knowing that it might possibly land you in trouble later.

You rolls your eyes playfully, “No you aren’t.” You reach for your bag and pull out a toothbrush, grabbing the toothpaste from the counter as he laughs behind you. “You’re right, I’m not,” he pressed a quick kiss to the bruises just to see you smile.

He lets go of you momentarily to grab his own toothbrush as well and it’s quiet for a moment as the two of you brush your teeth and make faces at each other in the mirror. The second your well rinsed he’s got you again, arms around your waist. “I was thinking of making you breakfast, I am an incredible cook ya know.”

You smile at him through the mirror, “I think I may have to test that statement. I’ve never had pancakes better than my moms, so you’ve got some high standards to beat Byers.”

“I think I’m up for the challenge,” he’s grinning, quickly pressing kisses to your neck again to make you laugh.

Your squirming in his arms, giggling at how ridiculously adorable he continued to be in your relationship, like he could never fall out of love. “Stop, you’ve gotta go make breakfast before my stomach starts growling so loud that all of Hawkins can hear it.”

“Cute,” he finally lets go of you once more, but takes your hand instead this time to lead you down the hall and into the kitchen. He pulls out a table chair for you to sit in and you oblige with a smile. He turns to pull a glass from the cabinet, setting it on the table in front of you before disappearing into the fridge to pull out a carton or orange juice.

“Jonathan, you really don’t have to do all of this you know. I am perfectly capable, though I appreciate it,” you comment as he pours the juice into the glass. He’s already shaking his head before you could finish, closing the carton and returning it to the fridge. He pulls out a carton of eggs and places them on the counter, “I want to.”

The morning light continued to flow in through the windows as you watched him cook. He occasionally hummed to music that you couldn’t quite place and turned around to give you goofy smiles every now and then. It was a comfortable silence, and you could imagine spending every day with him like this. When breakfast is done, he plates everything like a master chef, bringing it to the table.

“For you, my love.” He sits down across from you and still can’t get over how beautiful you are. It was like everyday he fell more and more in love, no matter how much time you spent together. He felt more at home with you than he ever had with anyone else and he was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t just a right now relationship. “Hey (Y/N)?”

You look up from your plate, fork in hand. “Yes?” he’s laughing at you, he hadn’t even taken a bite and you’ve already downed half a pancake. It was little goofy things like this that he loved more than anything.

“I love you,” and though he’s said it a million times, this felt a little different. There was more feeling behind it than the lusty whispers shared in bed or the quick kisses that followed between class changes. This was a declaration that would last forever.

“I love you too.”

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your love could start a war

billy hargrove x reader

words: 1303 (this one got long idk i love dacre’s face)

warnings: language, fighting

request:  Could you do an Imagine where Billy flirts with the reader and he’s like a dick to everyone else but her and he even kicks someone’s ass because the person tried to flirt with the reader. Like not as aggressively as his fight with Steve at the end. Thanks if you do it :)

Billy Hargrove had a reputation. It wasn’t a good one, as most saw him as kind of a dick. His ‘fuck you’ attitude and disregard for what people thought of him, most of Hawkins wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him. Most were intimidated, trying to fly under his radar. But you never really understood why.

You’d only ever seen him as caring and kind since the first day you met him. He was always more concerned of you than himself. He gave you a sea of compliments, no matter how many times you told him to stop, and was the first person you called when you just needed something. From the first day you met him, he was nothing but the most amazing guy in the world, it was hard to think of him as otherwise. He always sat with you at lunch on the same bench every day, even though it wasn’t his lunch period. You sat on the bench now, basking in the sunlight and waiting for him.

“How’s my favorite girl?”

You can’t help but grin as the denim clad boy approaches, wide smile on his lips as he takes a seat next to you. “Mhm, I don’t really know how Mrs. Wheeler is doing these days, I’ll make sure to ask Nance next time I see her,” you tease lightly, trying your best to hide your smile from him as you rummage through your bag for your lunch.

He rolls his eyes, nudging you playfully. “You know I mean you,” the grin is still on his lips, like he knows what affect his words have on you. He completely means what he says, but he can’t deny that it’s fun to see you squirm at all the compliments he throws your way.

You bring your attention away from your bag, turning to look at him. “Do you now?” Your breath is almost taken away when you finally lay your eyes on him, seeing the way his blue eyes sparkled in the early spring sun. You carefully lean forward, reaching for his shirt to button up a few more that he let hung loose. You knew he liked it that way, but it was way too distracting when you could see his abs. “I’m fine.”

“Just fine?” he swats at your hands carefully and unbuttons the shirt again when you retreat. Watching you smile at him makes his lips curve up momentarily, he’d do anything to see that smile every day for the rest of his life. He feigns seriousness as he raises an eyebrow at you, cracking his knuckles in a half-joking manor, “Whose ass do I have to kick?”

You laugh quietly, “No ones. I can’t be anything more than fine when I have an exam after this and--” you glance over to your bag with a sigh, “I left my lunch in my car.”

Before you can even finish, he’s standing. “I’ll go get it for you,” but you’re shaking your head, standing up next to him with keys in your hand. “It’s fine, I’ve got it.” And before he can protest, you’re already off, “Watch my bag!” He waves a hand at you before sitting back down and watching you walk off.

The designated lunch bench wasn’t too far from the parking lot, your fairly beat up car sat next to Billy’s horrible last minute parking job. You can’t help but laugh at that, as many times as you’ve told him to try and get to class earlier, it never happens.

Unlocking your door and leaning in to grab the paper bag sat in the passengers seat, you swear you hear something. Assuming that Billy followed you out, you rolls your eyes as you duck back out of the car, “What did I say?” Eyes fall on the boy standing at the edge of your car, definitely not Billy. “Oh, sorry Chris. I thought you were--”

“Your little asshole stalker?" the boy interrupts, taking a step towards you. “I thought those prettier little eyes of yours would know better (Y/N). I’m more attractive than that joke.”

You can’t really find anything to say, which makes Chris laugh. “Anyways, whats a nice girl like you doing out here alone. Couldn’t get someone to walk you to your car like a real gentlemen. I guess that’s what happens when your only friend doesn’t have human decency.”

As he’s going on, you realize he’s stepped close enough that you can’t get around him and the lot is completely empty save for you two. “I spotted your fine ass from my car and thought I could show you what a real man is like,” there’s only a few feet between you two now, you’re trapped between him and a wall of cars. He reaches out to touch you and you cringe, closing your eyes.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” it’s loud and angry as Billy storms over, not even giving Chris a chance to respond before he throws a punch at the other boys face. He hits the ground with a thud and Billy stands over him. “Don’t you ever touch my girl again, you here?” Chris doesn’t respond, looking over at you like he’s asking for help. Billy issues a heavy kick to the ribs, “You here?” it’s louder this time, and Chris whimpers out a yes. “Now get the fuck out of here before I kill you.”

It’s not like Billy intended to follow you out to the car, but the walk to and from shouldn’t have taken so long and he was pretty sure he left his cigarettes in the car. They totally weren’t in the pocket of his jacket, that was something else. He didn’t want to admit that he was getting worried about you/

The boy stands and runs as Billy watches, jaw set and eyes narrowed. You’re staring, because god is this boy the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. Billy brings his attention back to you, eyes meeting yours. His features immediately soften, eyes full of worry as he takes a step towards you. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt your or anything, did he?”

You shake your head, closing the gap between you and Billy to wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” it’s soft as you busy your face in his chest. He leans down to press a kiss into your hair, hand rubbing your back reassuringly as he snakes an arm around your waist. “Anytime,” he admits. He’d fight every man alive if that meant keeping you safe. He’d fight a war for your love.

You let go of him with a smile, “Your girl huh?” it’s playful, as the two of you weren’t anything official. You weren’t even sure if he’d really liked you until this moment, maybe all the flirting was just for fun. But it wasn’t, he’d only approached you on his first day because you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. You had just turned out to be so much more than a pretty face, possibly his soul mate.

He nods his head, reaching down to take your free hand in his. He intertwines your fingers together, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it softly. “Of course you’re my girl, (Y/N). Who else would put up with me on a daily basis?” he jokes, swinging your hands as you make the trek back to the lunch bench. “You’ve always been the only girl I’ve had eyes for.”

“Even Mrs. Wheeler?”

“Ask me a billion times and the answer will always be you, babe.”

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[senpaiaizawasensei]

your man

jonathan byers x reader

word count: 1042

warnings: alcohol-use, based by the down with webster song !!

a/n: aksdahs hi if you read this and have something specific, i’m taking request for the stranger things characters !!

Parties weren’t exactly your forte, but somehow here you were. The music was too loud, there were too many people, and you had lost your best friend about an hour ago. Being alone wasn’t exactly the most ideal thing, but with no other choice you had chosen a nice corner to stay in until you could find her again.

Jonathan wasn’t ever seen at a party, so this was a life changing moment for him. He had awkwardly shuffled his way through the crowd a few times, taking occasional sips from the cup in his hand. What was he even doing here? Trying to be a normal teenager was proving to be a little too difficult while sober, so he downed what was left in the cup before making another round through people.

He was on what might have been his fifth-- or maybe his sixth trip back to the bowl when he spotted you in the living room corner. Your eyes met for a second, and you could’ve sworn he smiled at you, but maybe your eyes were playing tricks. He was super drunk, maybe it was just in that haze. You brought your eyes back up to the bowl and he was gone. Eyes scan the party goers, trying to find where he had disappeared to in the split second.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?”

You almost jump out of your skin at the voice. On your right side, attempting to lean against the wall cooly is Jonathan Byers. He gives up the attempt, standing up straight. In one hand he holds two red plastic cups, the other is stuffed into his denim jacket pocket, liquid courage unable to fully curb his awkwardness. He removes his hand from the pocket, taking one of the cups and extending it to you.

It takes a moment for you to fully register whats happening, finally nodding your head and taking the cup from him, “That’s me,” you smile weakly, looking down at the liquid in the cup nervously.

“Jonathan,” he responds, moving the hand hand holding cup to his chest. “I have a class with Amy, I promise I’m not a creep. She talks about you often.”

You laugh at the mention of your best friend, “Yeah, she was supposed to stay with me tonight but...” you trail off, looking around you to emphasize that the two of you had lost each other in the midst of everything.

He nods his head in understanding and there seems to be an awkward silence for a moment. He’s not sure what to say, so he just extends his cup out to yours and lightly taps them together in a cheers of sorts before bringing the cup to his lips.

You give him a smile before glancing back at the cup in your hands. How bad could one drink be? Throwing it back, you manage to get it all down before sticking your tongue out in disgust. Jonathan can’t help but laugh, “Trust me, I know.”

An hour later and Jonathan is so thankful that he managed to work up enough alcohol infused courage to talk to the angel he saw in the corner. One drink had turned into four, and he had you by the waist in the middle of the crowd of people. It didn’t feel like a crowd to him though, just the two of you, swaying to some terrible song with no worries. “Can I kiss you?”

It had been silent between the two of you for the last two songs, neither one of you drunk but not quite sober either. Your arms were around his neck, eyelids lifted so you could look at him properly. “Please,” it was soft, as if you had been waiting all night for him to ask. Your lips burned when his pressed against them, slow and careful, not wanting to push too much.

--

It’s the next Monday at school and your party night of fantasy felt like it had happened years ago instead of two nights. Carefully shuffling your books from your locker into your arms, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Jonathan and the kiss. The electric charged kiss that left the two of you unable to speak the rest of the night. The kiss that lead him leaving the party, but making sure you got a ride home first. You weren’t sure what that left for the two of you, did he hate you now? Were you just some drunken party conquest?

“(Y/N)?”

You almost slam your locker shut at the voice, whipping around to find Jonathan once more, this time successfully managing to lean against the lockers. “You’ve gotta stop doing that,” you mumble with a shake of your head.

He lets out a light chuckle, hands shoving into his pockets and eyes watching the floor. Confidence was lacking without the help of spiked punch and he kicks his converse at the ground before speaking. “I’m sorry for Friday,” he starts. “I didn’t know if you were drunk and I was being an asshole and taking advantage of you when you were vulnerable or something. I know you probably don’t even like me at all but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. It wasn’t just a drunken thing for me, I can’t get you out of my head.”

A small smile begins to form on your lips as he speaks because you haven’t stopped thinking of him either. Amy was beyond annoyed with how much you had asked about him the second you had found her again that night. You were smitten and it was such a relief to know that you just weren’t a one night thing to him. Pulling your books closer to your chest you’re practically beaming, “You wanna get out of here? We can go out to the field, you can take some pictures...”

He’s grinning now too, finally bringing his eyes up from the floor to meet yours. He nods his head, “Yeah, I’d like that.” He reaches forward carefully to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

That’s how he became your man.

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glances

steve harrington x reader

word count: 843

warnings: none!! just some cuteness

It all started with little glances.

You’d watch the way his hair would move as he walked through the hallways, stupid grin on his face as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, keys jingling in his hand. Your eyes would dart away the second you thought he caught you, quickly turning back to stare at the inside of your locker.

He’d watch you in class, pencil scratching away at notes that he wouldn’t ever pay attention to. He’d see the way your tongue stuck out slightly when focusing and how your hair would fall into your face the deeper in thought you go and god, it was beautiful. and when you thought you caught him staring, his eyes would be back on the board. this was Steve Harrington, there was zero chance he was staring at you out of everyone.

The two of you had only spoken a few times when you get partnered up for a project. It’s not like he’d crossed his fingers in hope that he’d hear the two of your names called together, and you’d been whispering ‘please be Steve’ the whole time.

That’s how you had ended up in the library together, textbooks spread out in front of you as you both hunted for information to put on the giant sheet of poster board. Steve was more pretending to search, his eyes drifting from the words to you, your hair up in a messy ponytail and eyes wide as you struggled to find anything useful in the text. 

This time you finally catch him, eyes meeting his. He’s almost embarrassed, looking back down at his textbook and finding the first sentence he could, “I think I’ve found something useful, finally,” he covers quickly, as though he was only staring to get your attention and that makes your heart fall a little.

“Oh, yeah. go ahead,” you listen as he reads something that was definitely irrelevant to the project, but you didn’t mind. It was adorable, watching him actually try to understand the project for once. Little did you know he was doing it to impress you, not because he actually cared about his grades. 

“(Y/N)?” Steve had finished reading a full minute ago, you had just been staring in response, “Did I say something dumb?”

This time you’re caught in the act, face heating up to a shade of bright pink and you riffle through the textbook to make yourself seem busy. “No,” she shakes her head, “it’s just... we’re doing biomes and you just read to me about the food chain, but i guess that alright,” you laugh softly, eyes lifting to meet his.

He gives a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I guess i’m just easily distracted...” he trails off for a second, trying to decide if he should let his next words go or not. “By you,” and he does, there’s no taking them back now but god does he want to as silence fills the air between the two of you.

“Are you really?” it’s a genuine question as you close the textbook and prop your elbows up on the table. You’re almost worried this is a joke, that he’s going to yell ‘psych’ and Billy will walk out from behind a shelf and hand him ten bucks. But as he nods his head, you can sense the sudden seriousness that overcomes a usual goofy Steve.

He’s still nervous because you haven’t given him any sign of how your feeling, so he speaks slowly. “I honestly haven’t taken a single note in biology this year because I get distracted watching you.”

To anyone else that would’ve sounded creepy, but a smile slowly forms on your face and Steve swears that his heart stopped just then. “I almost get caught staring at you in the halls all the time,” you admit, shaking your head carefully. “I didn’t want to seem creepy.”

It’s Steve’s turn to shake his head, “It’s not creepy at all, if I had know I probably would’ve made a move sooner.”

“Made a move?” you ask with a small laugh.

He nods and you notice the way his hair bounces, “Yeah, because I’m taking you on a date Friday night. No exceptions, I’ll pick you up at eight.” He glances at his watch and shuts his books, beginning to put them in his backpack. “I gotta go pick up Dustin, but I’ll see you then,” he throws you a wink before beginning to walk out.

And you’re sitting there grinning like an idiot because you have a date with Steve Harrington in three days, and you’re probably going to count down the hours until you get to see him. Watching him leave for the thousandth time, this time it’s different when he glances over his shoulder and catches you staring. He gives you a small wave, that goofy grin spread out over his features before passing through the doors.

You never even finished the project.

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