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honeydewpie · 11 months

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Episode 1

Welcome to Kiss

The plane ride was unbearable in itself. The loud crying children even the small musk of sweat from other foreigners in the plane. You looked out the window with your last minutes on the plane. The beauty of Seoul peeped through the clouds and you seemed to burst with energy. The PA rang and everyone around in unison looked alive: which just enhanced your excitement.

You thought the plane was the worst part, but no. It was navigating through a foreign airport. You looked around trying to use an app and what little Korean you learned through Duolingo. You wandered around looking at the little symbols of signs for clues: all led you a circle. Then you saw shops with cute survivors and suddenly you were at every pop up shop buying at least one thing from each shop. You looked at your bounty with pride swelling up. You reached for your phone to take a picture when someone rudely bumped into you. Offended, you looked up at the jerk who bumped into you without apologizing. “Um, annyeonghaseyo?!” You said with an irritated tone. The guy turned around with an annoyed look. “annyeonghaseyo.” His voice was dull and his body was screaming “what do you want” all over it. “Aren’t you gonna apologize?” You said with your English slipping through. He replied, “Oh sorry, me no speak English.” With a broken Asian accent. You looked at him with embarrassment but before you could make a remark he left. Leaving you embarrassed you thought it’d be the perfect time to get back on track.

You felt lost and felt everything was becoming too overwhelming. While looking at your phone trying to translate something someone bumped into you again. This was getting ironic you thought. “Oh I’m so sorry!” Your body seemed to perk up; you turned around. “ You speak English?!” You said with excitement . “Yes! Yes! Me speak English.” She shared the same sense of relief and excitement as you. “Hi I’m Katherine, but call me kitty.” She extended her hand out with a smile and you gladly shook it. You introduced yourself with the same gestures. “I’m trying to find the exit I have a bus to catch.” You said with worry. “Really?! Me too! How about we look together? It’s better than being lost by ourselves.” After a while you and kitty both sat down tired and at the break of giving up. You grabbed your phone and jumped with panic. The bus was about to leave in 10 minutes. Your body seemed to melt into failure and despair. You let out an annoyed groan as everything felt so impossible in the moment. “Hey! Get up! I think I found the way out.” With those words your body seemed to jolt with a sense of hope. “Follow me!” Kitty said eagerly.

You both bolted out of the entrance: with kitty slightly behind due to her suitcase. You looked frantically left and right until you spotted the blue bus with the words “KISS”. Your body seemed to relax as you quickly headed to the bus. You barely made it as the last person boarded. With a relieved smile you looked at the chauffeur, “annyeonghaseyo.”, “annyeonghaseyo.” He said back with a smile. Before you boarded you looked back to see if you could catch Kitty before you left. You saw her frantic with her bags tripping over her. She locked eyes with you and yelled “HOLD THE BUS!” You gave her a confused look before the pieces clicked. You looked at the bus driver, “Can you hold on for just a bit.” You said with a grim smile.

“I can't believe you go to kiss too.” You said in disbelief. “Me too! It must be fate.” Kitty said with excitement oozing out of her. “Why are you going to kiss? Kitty asked.“I’m going because of a scholarship and to learn about my culture. Seeing as my dad wasn’t too in tune with his culture. What about you?” “Me too! Well not my dad, but more so my mom. She died before she could teach me much, and my dad’s white so he can’t really help. Oh and I get to see my boyfriend, his name is Dae. We’ve been talking for like years, and this’ll be the first time in a while that we get to see each other.” You looked at her dumbfounded, but she just gave you a cheeky smile which you gladly returned.

The bus ride seemed like a blur. Before you knew it you and kitty were standing on the sidewalk with your loads of luggage. You and her looked at each other with wonder as you both faced a new school. Looking for the student center was easy. There were signs with English and Korean text. Many of the assisting staff also were fluent in English, so you and Kitty had an easy navigation. Walking into the center was underwhelming. There wasn’t a long line: kitty being the only one in front of you. Once Kitty was done you walked up,“Annyeonghaseyo, welcome to KISS what’s your last name.” You told her and she shuffled through files until she came across yours. “Please fill this out and turn it to the dorm residents,” You nodded and thanked her then went straight to Kitty. “Lemme see your paper!” Kitty said with urgency. You both looked over your paper’s and as you skimmed down both of your smiles flattered. “That sucks.” You said bluntly. “Hey! On the bright side it seems that you have a single room.” Kitty said sheepishly. “Yeah I guess. . . Meet you at the welcome party?”, “Totally!” You and kitty then parted ways to your respected dorms.

Now looking for the dorms was a little harder than the center. You looked at the map provided, but somehow it was more confusing than the signs at the airport. The school had many buildings; which isn’t surprising since it’s an elite school. While walking around the school you noticed many things. Each bush had buds ready to bloom in the spring. The air was sweet and savory; it smelled like home. Around the campus there were traditional aspects, but also modern architecture incorporated. You wandered around for a bit until you finally stumbled at the dorms. Walking in there were hints of floral and vanilla scents. People were coming in and mingling amongst each other. Heaps of fancy or extravagant carriers laid around the hobbies as everyone was getting settled in. You looked at your paper one more time then you walked in the elevator.

The dorm was very modern. The living room had one double couch and one single couch. There was a nice sleek counter with storage underneath and a desk beside it with cubbies above it. On the right there was a spacious bathroom with a granite glossed sink. Accompanying it was a tub and or shower, with a Snow White finish. The kitchen was homey. The countertop was wood with a shine finish: on it was plugged in stove. Across the kitchen was the one bedroom. The room was average sized. A window shined through light and made the room seem like it was glowing. The curtains had two layers: one was sheer, the other was thick enough to block out light. Just like the ones in the living room. You set down your bags next to the desk then proceeded to unpack. After you finished unpacking you grabbed a change of clothes then proceeded to the bathroom.

You turned on the shower and undressed as you waited for the water to warm up a bit. Once at a reasonable temperature you stepped in. The water was soothing and comfy; you seemed to melt into it. You grabbed your strawberry scented shampoo and lathered it before massaging it in your scalp. As it foamed up you stopped and washed it off. Thoroughly getting any excess shampoo out. Then you proceed to get your conditioner and comb it through your hair; moisturizing it to a silky texture. Finishing the shower you scrubbed your body before rinsing and turning it off.

Once your body was dry you dove into the plush sheets: the jet lag finally catching up to you. You grabbed your comforter and tucked yourself in before completely knocking out cold. You woke up in a cold sweat and in a pitch black room with nothing but the moon’s light. Dazed, you sat up and looked at your window. It was night time you thought. The stars were twinkling and more vibrant than in the city: where the street lights drown the stars. You grabbed your phone and opened it “Reminder: Welcome Party at 19:00”. Your eyes drifted to the time it was “18:23”. Your eyes widened at and hurried out of bed. You skimmed through your drawers until you found your black dress. It was a tight fitted body with mesh long sleeves from your shoulders from your wrist. You grabbed some three inch heels from your shoe rack, and some complimentary jewelry from your desk. While at your desk you put on a simple Douyin look. To finish off the look you put your hair in a nice sleek look casting away any fly always or imperfections. Before leaving you brushed your teeth and put on strawberry blossom perfume leaving you with a sweet yet sophisticated smell.

Before entering you texted Kitty: hoping she just pulled up too. You waited for a good minute with no response. Throwing caution in the wind you entered. Some k-pop songs were blasting with low blue lighting. Conversation engulfed the room: everyone was looking consumed into their conversation. There were a few stragglers who eventually engaged into a conversation. You made your way to the punch and poured yourself a cup. You sat there idling waiting for a buzz from your phone. Standing there made you feel awkward as everyone emerged into their conversation. As you waited you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around expecting Kitty, but no. It was a tall lean guy with a middle part and flirtatious smile.

“Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met before.” His voice was relaxing and smooth; with a hint of seduction. You looked at the guy head to toe eyeing his body and features, as if you were pinpointing any imperfections. There wasn’t any. You looked at him with suspicion but replied, “No we haven’t, you look very familiar though.” He chuckled away before coming back and looking deep in your eyes. “It’s probably because I’m the man in your dreams.” He replied cooley. You merely scoffed at his charms: which only enticed him more. “I never got your name?” He said getting a little closer. You challenged his proximity and got closer as you whispered in his ear with a captivating tone your name. His grin seemed to enhance with your advancements: encouraging him. He dipped down to your ear and whispered ever so softly, “What a beautiful name for an even beautiful girl.” He said as his warmth grazed your neck which triggered shivers to run down your spine and leaving you breathless. You swallowed down your nerves and looked him in the eyes: trying to hide your nerves. His grin only got wider as you stood your ground. He swooped down to your ear once more and whispered in a low voice, “What’s wrong sweetie? Cat caught your tongue?” He proceeded to slowly pull away until he was standing tall once more. He looked at you intently watching you as you squirm under his gaze. Trying to collect yourself you cleared your throat before speaking. Before you could get a word out someone accidentally bumped into him. He turned around at the guy annoyed than spoke “Watch where you're going.” He said in a snobby voice. Something right then and there clicked to you. “You're the asshole from the airport!” You stated. “Excuse me?” He said stabbed by your words. “You bumped into me at the airport, and when I tried to get your attention you said you didn’t speak English. Damn you're a snob and liar. He stood there stunned at your words. Then your phone started aggressively buzzing which captured your attention. You started digging through your small bag until you finally retrieved it: 15 unread messages from Kitty. Smiling at the little gesture you found this a perfect excuse to leave the situation. You gave the guy a teasing smile before heading to the entrance to find Kitty.

Authors Note: AHHH this is my first series I’m enjoying writing this and I have so many things plan! Guess what trope I’m doing!! Also please excuse any copied paragraphs or missing stuff I’ll try any look over it but I might not catch it. My tumblr is bugging out 🙏🏼

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Chapter 2 coming soon ‼️

Word count: 2k

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#min ho x reader #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys ive loved before always and forever #xo kitty #min ho #Dae #Q #x reader #netflix #to all the boys series #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys

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dubiouslymortal · 11 months

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Does anyone ever remember…

How are these girls still alive??

#to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys #xo kitty #lara jean #kitty song covey #lara jean song covey #lara jean covey

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To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You (2020)

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i-want-men-i-cant-have · 11 months

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I have brain rot of Min Ho and i’ve only found two fics so drop any Min Ho x reader fanfic ideas you want

I’ll basically write anything for u guys

#im impatient #min ho #min ho x reader #xo kitty #xo kitty x reader #sang heon lee #sang heon lee x reader #Netflix #netflix x reader #to all the boys #reqs open #hes so bbg #hes my wife

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tooearlyforthis · 1 year

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Partners in Crime | part three

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Synopsis: As Y/n and Steve spend more time together, she begins to question if they should give up their rouse

Warnings: language, heavily inspired by To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han.

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part one / part two / part four

Scoops after school? xSteve

Y/n loved that she and Steve were spending more time together. She had forgotten how much she liked hanging out with him from her childhood. It was like a flood of memories came back to her the more they talked.

“I think I can get us a discount even though I don’t work there anymore,” Steve told her as they walked through the mall.

“The employee discount?” she asked him. “How could you be so sure?”

“Oh, the manager loved me! If she’s there we might even get them for free.”

She chuckled as they entered the ice cream shop. It hadn’t changed from the times over summer she used to visit Robin. The corny decorations, the bright colors….almost nothing had changed.

As they walked up to the counter, she watched as Steve’s demeanor changed. He leaned against the counter, ready to sweet talk the employee to get half-off their dessert. Already knowing Y/n's order, he rambled on to the girl behind the counter. As he told her how nice she looked in her sailor hat, Y/n turned around to scan the rest of the mall.

For a Friday it was less crowded than usual. There were families going to the movies and teens running around the water fountain. But even though it felt very busy, there was still a stillness to the air. One that you couldn’t get when the mall was packed with people.

She watched as a group of teens, pushed each other around as they headed to the movie theater. That’s when she saw him, walking behind them in a slow saunter. Billy Hargrove stopped for a moment, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

Y/n stiffed as she saw the puff of smoke leave his lips. He casually scanned his surroundings, turning toward Scoops Ahoy. It was too late to run and hide, he had already spotted her in the brightly-colored shop. She watched a smirk form on his lips as he took another puff of his cigarette. With determination, he walked toward her.

She didn’t know what to do, feeling panic rise in her. In the heat of the moment, she whipped Steve around to face her.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she said.

Steve furrowed his brows. “What?”

Before either of them had time to process, she pressed her lips to his cheek. She made sure to make a show out of it. She wrapped an arm around his waist, gripping at the fabric of his shirt like her life depended on it. The other came up to cup his jaw.

His arms invited her in, drifting around to hold her back as she pulled away. Looking into her eyes, stunned, he watched as she used the hem of her shirt to wipe away the lipstick stain on his cheek.

Y/n couldn’t bare to meet his eyes for more than a second, turning to make sure Billy had seen. He did, taking along long draw from his cigarette.

“W-what was that for?” Steve asked.

“We have a stalker,” Y/n murmured, trying not to draw attention to Billy.

Steve peered over at the realization of their unwanted guest. Without thinking, he tightened his hold on her, bringing his lips down to her ear. “Pretend I said something funny.”

Y/n laughed, trying to make it sound convincing. Laughing along with her, the two looked up to see that Billy was nowhere in sight. There was a sigh of relief from both of them.

“That’ll be $1.25,” said the Scoops employee.

Steve snapped his head toward the counter., his hand falling away from Y/n’s waist. “$1.25? What happened to the discount?” he asked.

“That’s fine for ex-employees but not their girlfriends,” said the employee annoyed. It was clear she was just pissed about him being off the market.

“Alright, fine,” he said, paying for the ice scream.

Grabbing the two cups, they settled down into a booth. Y/n took a bite of her ice cream, savoring the feeling against her tongue.

“Did you read my note?” Steve asked, playing with his spoon.

“Yeah, why else would we be here?”

“No, the other one. I left it in your locker after lunch.”

Y/n looked up from her ice cream to see Steve staring at her. He left her another note? Why?

“Oh… I-I don’t go to my locker after lunch.”

Nodding, he took a bite of his dessert, wincing at the cold feeling against his tongue. “Duly noted.”

He went silent as he took another bite. It was like he got lost in his own little world, forgetting he was the one that started the conversation. “Are you gonna tell me what it said?” she asked.

Looking back up at her, he was brought back to reality. Shaking away his thoughts, he said, “Right yeah… uh, Tina’s parents are out of town tonight so… party time.”

“And?”

“You’re coming with me.”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “No, I’m not.”

“It’s on the list, Y/n. You have to come.”

She let out a groan. “Do I have to?”

He nodded a yes, taking another bite of ice cream. “What do you have against parties?”

“Besides the sweaty drunk teenagers?”

“Alright I get it,” he said chuckling. “But I’ll be with you the whole time. Nothing to worry about.”

“Right,” she said, watching him take another bite. "Nothing to worry about…”

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Y/n didn’t realize how much she hated parties. But as she stood on the front porch, she was reminded how much she desperately wanted to go home. There was pop music playing muffled by the front door. Some people splayed out on the lawn with drinks in their hands.

She wasn't even inside yet and it felt like she didn't belong. But as she felt Steve's hand pressed on the small of her back she remembered why she was there. It gave people a chance to see that their relationship was not a fling. To convince everyone around them that they had moved on to greater things.

He guided her onto the doormat, then went straighten his jacket. "Okay, remember. You have to act like you're in love with me," he told her.

“Damn that sounds hard, Steve, I don’t know if I can pull it off,” she replied sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes, a smile formed on his lips. He nudged her arm at her words to find that she didn’t return the same cheerful expression. “Hey,” he said, turning to face her fully. She let her eyes drift up to meet his. “Everything’s gonna be okay. We can leave soon, just show our faces ya know?”

Y/n could barely bring herself to nod as she stared into his eyes. He looked concerned for her; like he actually cared if she was going to have a good time or not. Their stares were cut short when the front door swung open.

They both turned to see the last person either of them had expected. Y/n felt frozen in her place, not able to pull her eyes off the person in front of her.

“Nance,” Steve said. He was staring at her intently, her the same as him.

“Hi,” Nancy said warily. She moved past them off the porch, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Her gaze never left Steve’s.

Y/n felt extremely out of place. It felt like she was the one that walked in on an intimate moment between them. She hadn’t known if they’d spoken since the breakup. But she did know that there was something they wanted to say, neither of them spoke up to do so.

“I-I’m just getting my jacket,” Nancy continued, Steve too struck to say anything. “I’ll see you guys inside?”

Y/n leaned into Steve, lacing her fingers with his. “Yeah, sure,” she replied. She tried to look happy, like it wasn't an issue that they both had dated the same guy.

Nancy gave an awkward smile, turning back onto the dimly-lit road. When Y/n looked over at Steve, he was still staring at the place his ex once stood. It felt like a stark reminder of why they were fake dating in the first place. It was clear he was still in love with Nancy and part of that ate away at her.

Once Nancy was out of sight, Y/n dropped her hand from his, turning around to walk inside. “When you’re done gawking I’ll be in the living room.”

She didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly, but part of her got annoyed at his actions. Why would he ask her to fake date her when he clearly wasn’t over his ex?

Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she walked through the front door. The smell was enough to make her grimace. Sweaty teens and alcohol were never a good combination.

“Wait up!” shouted Steve, his voice barely louder than the music blaring through the stereo.

As he caught up to her, he draped an arm over her shoulder. It was like a statement, a way to tell everyone at the party that she was his - and boy was it working. Eyes fell onto them from every corner of the room. It was like she was put om blast and Y/n didn’t like it one bit.

Steve on the other hand, was reveling in the attention. The smirk on his face, the way he pulled her in closer… he liked making themselves known. A few people hollered for him, one giving him a high five as they passed.

Nancy came back inside and went over to Jonathan and his friend visiting from California. Y/n accidentally made eye contact with her for a moment before her gaze shifted. She, however, remained frozen at her presence. It felt like she was a threat which felt funny. Steve and her were broken up and even if she did still harbor feelings, Y/n wasn’t actually dating him.

No need to feel jealous right….right?

“Wanna dance?” Steve asked her, sliding his arm from around her shoulders to grab her hand.

“I don’t know….” she replied hesitantly, pulling back with a little bit of force. They headed towards the other dancing teens, who had focused back on eachother.

“Come on, it’ll help you loosen up a bit.”

He raised his eyebrows and swayed his shoulders back and forth, trying to be upbeat to combat her anxiety. As much as Y/n hated to admit it, his tactics were working. Begrudgingly, she let him drag her towards the music.

There were people dancing all around them, not paying attention as they joined the rest of the teens. There was a stereo playing music but Y/n couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. It was some soft rock song, one with momentum to dance but with enough melody to intimately dance with a partner.

She felt Steve’s arms find her waist, gently swaying her to the beat of the song.

“See? Just back and forth,” he said. “Feel the music.”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, interlacing her fingers. “Sure, feel the music.”

He chuckled, looking down between them before back into her eyes. Her breath hitched as he looked at her. It made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, the only one he wanted to be with. It was getting harder to remind herself that this was all fake. Something to show off to the school.

The bridge of the song soothed in and Y/n could feel herself inching closer to Steve, him doing the same.

“I’ve been having a lot of fun hanging out with you,” he said, almost in a whisper. It was like he only wanted her to hear.

She smiled. “I like hanging out with you too. It’s easy to forget those days in middle school when we were all together.”

“Yeah sure it was fun when we were all together but…” he paused, taking a moment to think of the right thing to say. “I always wanted to just hang out with you, even then.”

His eyes never left hers as he spoke but she could feel his breath against her face. Were they getting closer? Did he want to get closer?

As she was about to make her decision, a new song blasted through the stereo. It was full on heavy metal, making both Y/n and Steve jump back in surprise. Her heart was racing. Was she about to kiss Steve Harrington? What did this mean? Did she actually want to-

“I-I’ll go get us drinks,” Steve told her, pulling out of her thoughts. He began to walk away.

“Yeah good idea,“ she began out of breath, watching as he weaved his way through the crowd toward the kitchen.

She sat down on the bright red sofa, a real statement piece of the house. There were some other girls chatting away on the other side but she wasn’t paying attention to them. It wasn’t until she felt her weight shift on the couch did she realize someone sat down directly next to her.

“What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” asked the stranger.

Y/n turned, relieved at who was there. “Eddie!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a quick hug. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you!”

“Harrington's that bad of a boyfriend huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just getting me a drink.” They took a quick glance around the room, people’s eyes still on her even though she wasn't with Steve. "I hate how many people are staring at me. You would think I was a celebrity or something.”

“To them you probably are. Very few have been able to bag Steve Harrington. King Steve.”

Pushing his arm she replied, “Oh he’s not like that anymore.”

Eddie shrugged, taking a sip of his drink as he peered around the room. He motioned toward the kitchen. “Like I said, very few have been able to bag him.”

Y/n followed his gaze, her eyes softening at the sight she saw. Steve was in the kitchen arguing passionately with Nancy. What could they be talking about? Steve had told her a little bit about the conversations they had post-breakup. None of them sounded bad, but the one in front of her definitely did. Did he lie to her?

“You only argue like that when you’re in love,” Eddie commented.

“What? That’s not true.”

“Sure is. You can see it in their eyes.” He turned back to look at her. “Be careful with him, Y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She nodded, watching as his gaze drifted past her. She turned around, seeing Steve holding a cup of some drink. “Here,” he said, handing it to her before looking over at her friend.

“Munson,” he said in a restricted tone, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up, “Relax, Harrington, I’m not here to steal your girl.” He turned back to her. “See ya later.”

Steve sat down, taking his place. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Hey, would you wanna study again? Like at Benny’s or something?”

“Sure, why?” she asked, wondering where this was coming from.

He shrugged. “I dunno, when I do my work with you it makes me feel smarter.”

Y/n fought hard to try and hide a smile but she was almost certain he had seen it. “Sure, we can study.”

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The rest of the party went by slowly and Steve could tell how antsy Y/n was getting. Suggesting to end the night early, they got in his car, making their way back to drop her off at home.

They sat in comfortable silence and Y/nana knew that their almost kiss was not a topic to bring up that night. Instead, she said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he responded, his eyes remaining on the road.

“What were you and Nancy fighting about at the party?” His grip tightened on the steering wheel. It was clearly a touchy subject that he made no move to speak out. “Let me ask you this then - when did you know you were in love with her?”

Even though his body relaxed, she could still tell that he was unsure about the conversation. “Who am I to say what love is; I’m only 18.”

Y/n chuckled sotfley. “You sound like my dad, avoiding the question with another.” She looked out the window, watching as the car rolled up to her house. Gathering her things, she stopped for a moment, wondering if she should say what she wanted to. “Nancy still has a hold on you,” she decided to say.

He turned to look at her fully, brows furrowed. “What?”

"You wanted to prove that you could move on but you’re doing the opposite. The whole point of this arrangement was to show her and Billy that we don’t belong to them. Their actions can’t affect us anymore.”

Steve nodded, reluctant to agree she was right. Leaning forward, across the center armrest, he said, “Alright then let me ask you this. Why haven’t you dated anyone? And don’t try to deny it I know that Fred Benson asked you to the dance last year and you turned him down.”

“Are you keeping tabs on me now?” she said coyly, leaning closer to him instinctively. She didn’t know if she was imagining it but it felt like he was leaning closer too.

“I’m just observant. And now you’re the one avoiding the question.”

Y/n pursed her lips. “Fair play.” Looking down at her lap, she tried to gather her words. “I guess I’m afraid… Especially after Billy, like that was so out of character for me.” Steve nodded, paying close attention to her words. “If I got hurt by him what is gonna happen when I actually date someone I like?”

“What about our relationship then?” he asked. “Why aren’t you scared of this?”

“I’m not scared 'cause it’s not real," she said plainly. “We don’t like each other that way so there’s no weight, no pressure to be a perfect girlfriend.”

Something changed in him when she said that. She watched as he slowly, slumped back into his seat, his gaze drifting away from her. All she said was the truth so why did he feel off?

“I’m gonna head inside. Thanks for dragging me out tonight.”

“Sure,” he replied plainly, not even looking at her as she left the car.

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When Monday rolled around, Y/n got confused when two notes fell out of her locker. Curiously, she picked them up, opening one of them.

Might be a few minutes late for the study session. Can’t wait to see you. xSteve.

This note was clearly the one he put in today so what could the other one- oh. It was the second note he left in her locker. The one she didn’t go back to see. Knowing generally what was in the letter, she decided to open it anyway.

You looked really pretty in chem today xSteve.

What…was this? You looked pretty in chem today? What happened to Tina’s party? There was nothing about a party in this letter! Y/n had to calm herself down. Steve had never flat-out complimented her before. What did this mean?

It was going to be okay. She would see him after school to study. Everything was going to be fine…

But that time never came.

She waited, and waited. It felt like forever though it only turning out to be a few hours. Making her way through three cups of coffee, a muffin, and all of her homework, Y/n was ready to call it a night. Her blood boiled beneath her skin, angry that he didn’t show. What was so important that he would ditch her like this?

Taking the bus home, she thought about what she would do. Did she call him now? Wait to tell him tomorrow at school? What would she even say? Even though they were just friends, they made a plan to hang out. But it still felt like she didn’t have the right to be mad at him. They were fake dating and for some reason, it made her feel like non of her emotions were valid.

Opting to talk about the situation with her best friend, she called Robin. And after a lengthy ramble about how rude it was that he ditched their study date, the phone line went quiet.

“Rob? You still there?” she asked, worried she got disconnected.

It was silent for a moment before she heard her best friend come through. “No…I’m still here.”

“Then what do you think about this I mean, I was definitely uncalled for right?”

“Y/n…there’s more.”

“More? What do you mean more?” What could Robin tell her that she didn’t already know?

“I kind of know why he wasn’t there…” Why would Robin know? What was he hiding from her? “He went to see Nancy again, I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Nancy Wheeler. She should have known, especially after Tina’s party. It felt like he wasn’t trying to get over her and that made Y/n mad. If he wasn’t going to change, maybe it was time to call it quits. Billy had left her alone and it was clear Nancy was still a part of his life so why were they doing this anymore? Their purpose was over.

“You still there Y/n?” Robin asked over the phone.

“Yeah… I’m still here,” she answered. “Could you give me a ride tomorrow? I don’t think I can face him right now.”

“Me? You hate my driving.”

“Then you should know how bad Harrington messed up.”

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

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With no shared classes for the day, she hoped to avoid Steve entirely. Robin had picked her up as promised and she didn’t even go to her locker, a place he frequently waited for her at school. Instead, the two girls found their way to one of the band study rooms, waiting for class to begin.

“How did you know where Steve was exactly?” Y/n asked her.

“I was driving home from Vickie's house and-“

“Wait Vickie invited you over?”

“Yes! It was amazing!” Robin exclaimed, “She called me and- sorry we’re getting side-tracked we’ll talk about it later. Uh, yeah so I was driving home and I saw his car parked outside Nancy's house.”

Y/n leaned back in her chair. “Asshole,” she whispered to herself.

“Yeah…”

“I’m gonna head to class early,” she told her, picking up her bag. “Clear my head as I walk.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not sure…” What was she going to do? To Robin, it was like a normal case of cheating. But it was so much more complicated than that. “I’ll see you later?”

Robin nodded, waving her goodbye as she left the music room. The halls were still busy, the first bell had not even rung. That’s why she cursed to herself as she bumped into someone.

“Oh shit I’m sorry-“

Looking up, she saw the last person she expected. Her eyes went wide as she stared at Steve. She couldn’t see him right now, not when everything was still fresh in her mind. Without saying another word, she turned, walking as fast as she could off to class.

“Y/n wait!” Steve called after her but she ignored him. She kept walking and walking, hoping she would get to her class soon. “We need to talk Y/n!”

“No we don’t!” she told him, not bothering to look back. She turned down the hall a little too slow, feeling as he took hold of her wist. Whipping her head she turned to look at him. “Let go of my arm, Steve.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a ride this morning?” he asked. “I waited for 10 minutes before your dad came out and told me you already left.”

Sighing, she knew she couldn’t avoid the conversation anymore. There was an empty science classroom just across from them that was never used on that day of the week. Motioning to it, he followed her inside, leaning against the closed door with crossed arms.

“That was a pretty shitty thing to do, Y/n,” he said. “I don’t care that someone else picked you up I just wished you had told me.”

Y/n felt her anger bubbling up inside her. She scoffed. “I should’ve told you? Tell me, Steve, did you have any plans last night?”

She watched as his eyes widened. The realization that he abandoned her for the study session he planned. “Y/n I- I’m so sorry something came up and-“

“Yeah, Nancy Wheeler came up.” She watched as he closed his mouth, wondering how she could have known about that. “Robin saw your car at her house.”

“I can explain I-“

“I think that says enough,” she interrupted her. “Listen, Steve, I think we should call it quits.”

“W-what? Why?”

“Billy’s left me alone. He’s sleeping with some chick from his job and I'm probably the last thing on his mind anymore. And it’s clear that you can’t move on from Nancy despite her having a boyfriend so what are we doing this for? Why pretend to date when there is no reasoning behind it?”

“I’m so sorry about Nancy okay?” he said, moving closer to her. “But she had some shit going on and I was the one she called to talk to. I know our romantic relationship had ended but that doesn’t mean I won’t be there for her when she needs me.”

It sounded like he was pleading to her- it sounded like something couples did.

“I don’t trust Billy enough to leave you alone if we stopped this just- for my sake- let’s keep doing this a little longer okay? Why don’t you come to the ski trip with me?”

“The ski trip? Our school has a ski trip?”

“They do it every year.” He took both his hands in hers. “I’m really, really sorry. Please let me make it up to you.”

It was hard to say no to him. That smug look on his face became more powerful the more time she spent with him. Part of her hated that she was falling for his Harrington charm all over again. And that part of her made it impossible to say no.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

She nodded. “Ski trip, sure. It sounds fun.”

The first bell rang, making them both aware of how close they had gotten in the empty science room. Backing away, Steve didn’t stop the smile forming on his lips.

“Cool, yeah. You won’t regret this!”

“Get to class, Steve!”

Smiling, he burst open the door, his hands half in the air with celebration. “You won’t regret this!”

Y/n’s heart broke a little inside as she watched him disappear down the hall. What did she just agree to? A whole weekend with her fake lover that she was now thinking she actually liked?

Things were bound to fall apart.

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Kitty and Dae first meeting

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Story concept:

Billy Batson and Al Rothstein, who canonically exist in the same universe, meet, fall in love, and have hot sex.

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She’s in The Tortured Poets Department

#lara jean #lara jean covey #lara jean song covey #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys #to all the boys series #to all the boys trilogy #covinsky #peter x lara jean #peter and lara jean #peter kavinsky x lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky and lara jean song covey #taylor swift #the tortured poets department

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Okay so this is pretty much like my “to all the boys” & "tall girl" posts, except it’s for The Summer I Turned Pretty

Jeremiah is the better looking Fisher brother. I know that's a very unpopular opinion but that's it. It's an opinion for a reason.

He's also the better person in the long run. Again, lots of you will probably not agree with this but there's a lot of evidence for this.

And finally, this fits in with why he's the better looking one, but his EYES. oh my god they are gorgeous 😍

In conclusion, I think I'm in love with jeremiah 🥰

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TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE (movie)

Peter and Lara Jean, scene in a diner after the party

Lara Jean: Cause we’re just pretending

Peter: We are WHAT

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To All the Boys I've Loved Before (2018)

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Finally Drank Kombucha for the first time and I all I could think about was this scene from TATB lmao.

"Why is beer so vinegary?"

"Oh... It's not, Kombucha is though"

"You drink Kombucha?"

"Yeah it's good for your digestion"

#I am both “why is beer so vinegary” and “Yeah it's good for your digestion”#TATB #to all the boys #to all the boys ive loved before #peter kavinsky #lara jean #kombucha #kombucha scene

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Partners in Crime | part four

Ahhh it's finally finished! Sorry for such a long wait!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Synopsis: As the ski trip approaches and y/n and Steve spend more time together, they struggle to stay on the same page.

Warnings: language, heavily inspired by To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han.

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“He what?!” Robin exclaimed, her voice cracking over the phone.

“What? He asked me to go on the ski trip what’s the big deal?” Y/n replied, twirling the chord with her finger. She laid back on the bed, letting her head hit the soft pillow.

“He invited you to the ski trip that is a very big deal!”

"No, it's not Robin. It's just a school trip. It’s like asking someone if they want to work on a homework assignment.”

“You don’t get it,” replied Robin, her voice dropping ever so slightly. “The ski trip has like no faculty supervision. It’s just a bunch of teenagers on a mountain, skiing, going in the hot tub, and sleeping wherever they want.”

Y/n sat up on her bed, grabbing the phone to bring with her. The realization of what that meant dawned on her as she said, “So you mean-“

“Everyone goes on that trip to have sex.”

She didn’t know what to say, what to think. Steve didn’t mean it like that, right? They weren’t even properly together.

“I don’t know, Robin.”

“What is there not to know? He is smitten with you I can see it. The way he holds your hand at school? He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.”

It broke Y/n inside just a little bit hearing her best friend talk about Steve. He had done such a good job convincing everyone he was madly in love with her. It was so well done that part of Y/n hoped it would be true.

She couldn’t deny that part of her wondered what it would be like to actually be with Steve. The have the handholding and locker letters be real. To feel his lips brush against hers...

No, she needed to stop. Fantasizing wasn’t going to change the situation.

“You’re coming right?” Y/n asked, changing the subject. “You and Vickie?”

“Yep! We’ll be there.”

“Good. I don’t think I could stand this trip alone.”

Robin scoffed. “Please, you won’t be alone. You have Steve.”

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The Hopper Cabin was a mess. There were blankets strewn across the couch. Flour already covering the kitchen floors. Max hadn’t even arrived yet and the place had fallen into chaos.

“El, just wait until she comes! You don’t have to take out the ingredients,” Y/n pleaded with her sister. She was rummaging through cabinets like a madman.

“No, I need to take everything out. That way when she gets here we can start!”

Y/n sat on the couch, watching as Eleven prepared the table for her cookie-baking day with Max. The girl was due to arrive any minute and she would be the chaperon for the evening.

“What kind of cookies are you guys gonna make?” Y/n asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

El’s face beamed. “So many! Dad took me to the store we could make chocolate, vanilla, even red velvet!”

“We’ll I’m excited to try them.” A knock sounded from the front door. “I’ll get it.” Walking the short distance to the door, she was ready to greet the younger redhead with a happy smile. “El has been preparing all day for….Billy.”

Billy leaned against the frame of the door, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. Pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, he gave her a smirk. “Hey doll, it’s been a while.”

Y/n stood frozen, not expecting to see him after so long. As she stared forward, not knowing what to say, she saw him stumble a little. Max pushed past him, walking up to the doormat.

“Jeez, you’re only dropping me off,” she complained to her older brother.

Recovering smoothly, he crossed his arms. “Can’t make sure you arrive safe?”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Don’t wait up - I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Uh- El is just inside,” Y/n managed to get out, still wondering how this situation was going to go.

“Thanks,” Max said with a smile, running past her to greet her friend.

“So,” Billy began, wanting to keep the conversation going. “You’re looking fine.”

Feeling the sudden urge to cover herself, Y/n crossed her arms. “And you’re still invading people’s privacy. Good to know.”

“Oh come on, sweet cheeks. I catch you staring at me in the halls,” he said, trying to walk closer to her. She put her foot down, preventing him from stepping into the house.

“To make you stay away from me. Unless you want to deal with my boyfriend.”

Still persisting, he leaned forward. “Huh, Harrington’s still around is he?”

She could almost feel his breath against her face, finding herself unable to move. Humming a yes, she could see his face getting closer and closer - he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Then I guess he’ll hate it if I do this.”

Before she could process what was happening, Billy leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. In shock he pushed on his chest, making him stumble back on the porch. She wiped her lips with her sleeve, trying to get the taste of him off of her. Looking up, she could see Billy laughing, taking his cigarette back to his mouth.

“Dick!” she yelled, before slamming the door shut.

It was almost as if all the air in the room entered her lungs, allowing her to breath steady again.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

She turned to see her sister and Max standing in the kitchen. There was already a mess surrounding them, cookie ingredients splattered on their shirts.

“Y-yeah. Yeah let me just grab something from my room,” she told them. She scurried away before they could ask any more questions.

Shutting the door quickly, she leaned against it, allowing herself to sink to the floor. Billy had kissed her. She felt disgusted, not only by his actions but by the first thought that entered her head.

Would Steve be mad?

Upset maybe. He knew how much she hated Billy. But would he get jealous the same way she did when Nancy was around? How would she tell her fake boyfriend she cheated on him?

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“So where are we going exactly?” Y/n asked, getting into the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Just a couple of towns over,” Steve responded as he put the car into drive. “Can you grab the map from the glove compartment? I circled the address.”

“Sure.” Opening up the map, she searched for the red circle. “Is this a residential street?”

“Yeah, some lady's house. Ms. uh…Ms. R-Rottenberg! Yeah, Ms. Rottenberg, that’s it.”

“Okayyyyy,” she responded, drawing out her words. “But why are we going to some random house?”

“She’s having a garage sale and my mom wanted me to pick up these candlesticks.”

Y/n felt her ears perk up. Steve never mentioned his parents, not even when they were kids. Not even when they were still around.

“Oh,” she said, not knowing what else to say. “You talked to your mom?”

He could understand her shock, catching her eye for a moment before turning back to the road. “Y-yeah. She called last week.”

Nodding she asked, “And she wants you to pick up candlesticks?”

“They’re coming back to town for some dinner party and she wanted them.” He paused for a moment, debating whether to continue before doing so. “We used to go to a lot of garage sales when I was a kid. It was like a little adventure. Our thing to do together.”

“Now I feel bad for coming. If this was you and your mom’s thing-“

“No!” he interrupted immediately, waving a hand dismissively. “I want you here.” She tried not to smile at his comment. “Plus, who else is going to look out for the Wittensteins?”

She cocked her head toward him. “The Wittenstein's?”

“This old couple that goes to every garage sale in a 30-mile radius. They are- ugh, vicious.”

Y/n giggled at his intensity. The way he gripped the steering wheel tighter. It was like he had a personal vendetta against them.

“They are the fastest, most cut-throat elderly people I know. They always try to get to the sales first to snag all the good stuff. They drive a red Toyota so be on the look out.”

Pretending to be just as serious, she saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

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One of Y/n’s favorite things about Steve was his laugh. It was loud, cracked up, and gave you a warm feeling over your chest. So when she told him a recent story about her sister, she couldn’t help but smile as he doubled over the wheel.

“No, really?!” he asked through his laughs.

Y/n replied, equally full of giggles, “I swear! She used her powers to slam the door shut and it hit my dad square in the forehead.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. I would pay big bucks to see that happen.”

“Well, I’ll invite you over next time.”

He peeled his eyes away from the wheel for a moment to flash a smile - it made her feel warm. She felt safe with him. It was comfortable, easy, and she liked it that way. But there was still a lingering thought in the back of her mind - Billy.

Did she tell him about the kiss? They weren’t together so it wouldn’t matter right? But there was still a part of her that felt like he needed to know. That she cheated on their fake relationship and it didn’t feel right.

“Hey,” she said more seriously. "I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, what’s up.”

“I-“ As she looked up, hoping to tell him what was eating away at her for so long, she spotted a car in the lane beside them. “Oh my god. Is-is that them?”

“What?” Steve asked confused. He looked over at her.

Pointing past his window she said, “The Wittensteins. Is that them?”

They turned to look at the red Toyota next to them. Inside was an older couple, hunched over as they concentrated on the road.

“Shit, it’s them!”

“Floor it! We gotta beat them!”

“I know, I know I’m going!”

Racing forward, Y/n watched as their car got smaller and smaller on the road. But then, it was getting closer, almost at the same speed as them.

In the passenger seat sat a little old woman, she assumed to be Mrs. Wittenstein who was giving her the death glare.

“Oh my god,” Y/n, said, slightly offended and surprised by her actions.

“I told you they’re vicious!”

“Yeah, but I thought you were joking!”

“We’re almost there what exit are we getting off of?”

Turning away from their competition, she struggled to get her place on the map. “Uh…next exit! Next exit!”

“Copy!”

Zooming off the road, Y/n hung on for dear life. She gripped the handle above her seat, trying her best not to fall into Steve’s side.

“How are they driving so fast?” she asked him.

“They have a need for speed!”

She turned and looked at him, his face still concentrated on the road. She smiled as she saw his tongue poke out in concentration. “Did you just quote Top Gun?”

A smirk formed on his lips. “Maybe…. Okay, this is it!”

Moving further down a residential street, the road became crowded. There were cars lining the street, people walking in words toward the garage sale. She eyed the crowds from her window. It was mostly filled with middle-aged women. Their husbands being dragged along against their will. But there was no parking in sight.

“Let me out.”

“What?” he asked, turning to look at her as the car slowly came to a stop.

Y/n turned to him. “Let me out. I’ll go get the candlesticks while you find a parking space.”

She watched as Steve smiled. “Oh, that’s a good idea.” Reaching over he unlocked the door. Y/n quickly got out, leaning back in to grab her bag on the floor. Steve grabbed her hand before she could pull away. She looked up at him as he said, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Smiling, she raced up to the house. There were so many people running around. Grabbing trinkets from the endless amount of boxes. She began to look through one.

“Find what you’re looking for sweetie?”

Y/n turned around, coming face to face with a familiar face. Mrs. Wittenstein stood in front of her, hands neatly crossed around her front. She had a stare so solid it could be a statue.

“No,” Y/n responded. She tried to puff out her shoulders, imitating the confidence of the small lady. “But I will.”

Mrs. Wittenstein grimaced and it felt like the race had begun. Walking around she began to dig through boxes, trying to find ones labeled for the kitchen. She could feel the old lady’s eyes piercing her back as she dug through another box. Then finally, it was like she hit the jackpot.

Taking away a small set of china revealed two silver candlesticks packed below. She felt ecstatic, a wave of happiness washing over her. Pulling out the candlesticks, she let them glisten in the light, the silver reflecting on the warm sun. A curse swore behind her, Mrs. Wittenstein crossing her arms in anger. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk as she passed her, going to pay for her items.

As she handed over the money, an out-of-breath body moved to stand next to her. Their shoulders grazed at the sudden impact.

“You found them!” Steve exclaimed, turning the candlesticks over in his hand.

“Yep! No thanks to her,” Y/n replied. She motioned behind her where their competition was begrudgingly going through other boxes. Laughing she asked, “Why are you so out of breath?”

“Had to park two blocks over so I ran.”

“You ran?”

Nodding, the owner handed her their change. Steve took both candlesticks in one hand, reaching out and grabbing Y/n’s hand to fill his other. She tried not to smile at the action.

“We are not running back,” she stated.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Laughing, they let their hands swing back and forth across the uneven sidewalk. “Thanks for coming with me,” he said suddenly, his faze fixed on the cracks in the ground.

“Of course,” she responded. “I had a lot of fun.”

“We should do this more often.”

“What? Go to garage sales? What do we need?”

“Stuff for our house.” He said it so casually she almost missed it. Their house? What was he talking about?

“Our house?” she repeated.

He nodded, looking up at her. “I mean if we're gonna fake-date let’s go all the way. Get married, buy a house.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Why was he thinking about their relationship? It was getting harder not to imagine a future with him - especially when he said stuff like that.

“Sure,” she replied, playing along. “We’ll go to all the garage sales and get all the good stuff before the Wittenstein’s.”

“It’s like you reading my mind.”

She smiled at him before looking away. All this talk about their pretend future made her think about their real one. What would happen to them after the ski trip? Do they “break up?” Could they still hang out? She was getting so accustomed to having Steve in her life she didn’t want to imagine letting him go.

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The last person Y/n expected to see at her locker was Eddie Munson. So when she saw him waiting for her, she stopped in surprise. her. He was leaning against her locker, one foot propped up as he scanned the halls.

“Eddie,” she greeted as she approached. “What are you doing here?”

Smiling, he turned to face her. “Hey,” he said, watching as she opened her locker grabbing her books. “I have something to tell you.”

Y/n’s smile dropped. She had never heard him in such a serious tone before. Her heart began to race with worry. “Oh no, what happened is it your uncle?”

“Wayne? No, he’s fine it’s just-“ Looking around, he waited for a group of students to pass. Leaning in he whispered, “I saw Harrington climbing into Wheeler’s window last night. I was coming back from a client's house.”

Y/n frowned. “Steve? You saw Steve at Nancy’s house?” He nodded. “But- I mean - are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry Hopper, I thought he was different.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Thank you for telling me.”

The bell rang throughout the halls, students began to rush to class. “I’ll see you later?” Eddie asked.

She nodded, waving as he walked away with the bravest face she could put on. As soon as he turned around she buried her face in her locker, hoping no one could see her. Why was he playing these games with her? He said he was done with Nancy so why does he keep crawling back to her?

As she looked in the darkness of her locker she spotted another folded-up note that Steve had left her. Hesitantly, she reached over and opened it.

Can’t wait to go on the ski trip with you xxSteve

The ski trip? He was excited to go on the ski trip with her after sneaking into Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom?

She decided before that she wasn’t going to tell him that Billy kissed her but she was boiling. Every part of her was ready to go into chem class and announce it to the whole room. Why was she sparing his feelings when he wasn’t sparing hers?

It was a ridiculous thought but one that she couldn’t let go of. The ski trip would be the end of it. After that, Y/n was determined to break up with him for good. She slammed her locker shut, racing off to class.

Her days of pining after Steve Harrington were over.

As she sat down at her desk, she waited patiently for the rest of the class to file in. Steve was one of the last ones to arrive, like always. He smiled when he saw her - so innocently. She forced a smile back before looking down at her desk.

Class went on and she had written her note, the one about Billy that she was going to hand to Steve. She waited and waited, her mind far from the algebraic equations on the board. Finally, right before the end of class, the tossed it onto his desk.

He looked at her for a moment with a smile before opening the note.

Billy kissed me.

It didn’t say anything else, she felt it got the point across very precisely. She watched as his face quickly drained of color like hers had done that morning. Y/n only caught his stare for a moment before she turned back to her desk, gathering her things as the bell rang.

Pushing past people she tried to get out of the hall as quickly as she could, hoping to avoid Steve for the rest of the day. He cared about her, that much was certain so even if it wasn’t in a romantic way she knew he wouldn’t like it.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough, feeling a hand grab her wrist. She whipped around quickly.

“Y/n, wait,” he pleaded with her, his brows furrowed in anger.

“Let go of my wrist,” she said plainly.

He did so, realizing his mistake. “Is what you wrote true?” She nodded. “Jesus, Y/n what the hell?”

“Excuse me?” she replied.

“Why the hell would you kiss Billy?”

“I didn’t want to!” she defended herself. She crossed her arms, trying to control her temper. “He came to drop off Max and he kissed me.”

“Well did you kiss him back?”

“Would it matter if I did? You’re not my real boyfriend.” She said it in a whisper, one she knew only he would hear in the constantly moving hallway.

He dropped his hands to his sides, letting them swing back and forth in defeat. She didn’t add the reason why she opted to tell him, it was clear the note alone was enough.

“Just-“ he began, before trying to choose his next words. He moved closer to her, almost towering over “Let me know if he tries that again okay?”

The only this she could do was nod. She didn’t know what else to say, what could make everything go away. At first, she reveled in his anger, that he could feel what she had been feeling every time he snuck into his ex's window. But now, as he was standing in front of her, jittery and upset - it didn’t feel good anymore.

Nodding in return, Steve backed up, gripping his backpack tightly. No more words were exchanged as he walked off to his next class.

“Fuck,” Y/n whispered to herself as he left. She had royally screwed over the ski trip.

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Y/n had never been more nervous about a school trip. Her hands were sweating, feet tapping against the floor. She gripped her duffle bag and backpack tightly in the front seat of her dad’s car.

“I’ll pick you up on Sunday, alright?” Her father said, turning in his seat to look at her.

She gave him a forced smile, trying to hide the fact that she had been dreading the trip all week. “Yep, Friday,” she responded. “See ya, Dad.”

Leaning over the center console, he gave her a hug. Feeling the pat of his hand on her back eased some of her stress but it wasn’t enough to go away completely. She gave him one more smile before climbing out of the car. Walking off toward the group of teenagers, she watched them load their bags under the school bus.

Most of the faces she recognized were from passing in the hall or from her classes. Trying not to look too hard in the crowd, she placed her duffle bag under the bus in storage and boarded. The seats were already filling up, most of the ones in the front completely taken.

As she hoisted her backpack on her back, she heard a name calling out to her. “Y/n, hey.” She looked up to see Steve leaning up in his seat, moving over to show he was by himself.

“Hey,” she responded, before trying to walk further down the aisle.

“Wait!” he called out. Slowly, she turned back to face him. “Do you wanna sit with me?”

Before she could even think about it for a moment, her lips began to move. “I’m sitting with Robin.”

She watched his expression sadden. “Oh.”

“Yeah…so don’t worry you can sit with Nancy,” she rushed out before walking to the back of the bus.

“Wait what-“ Steve began but she was already out of earshot by the time he registered her words.

Scanning the seats, she sighed in relief when she saw who she was looking for. Her face was stuffed in a book when Y/n took a seat, startling her.

“Jeez, Y/n! Give me a warning!” Robin exclaimed, sitting up fully and allowing her friend to sit down.

“Sorry,” Y/n replied as she placed her bag on the floor. “I hope you didn’t have plans to sit with someone.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Vickie’s sitting with a friend from her calc class.” She looked over the seats confused. “Thought you were sitting with Harrington.”

“We got in a little tiff the other day,” she said. “About Wheeler.”

“Ugh, really? I’m sorry, dude.”

“It’s okay. Just figured he’d rather sit with her than me. Plus, I don’t really wanna be around him right now.”

She tried everything in her power not to spill the whole truth to Robin. That the real reason, beyond their little fight, was that it was getting hard to be around him and deny her feelings. Ones that will continue to stay even after their relationship ends.

“But, Jonathan is coming on the trip.”

Robin's words pulled Y/n from her thoughts. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, look.”

Leaning over the seats they saw Nancy and Jonathan board the bus. They held hands as they took a seat together. “Shit,” Y/n said softly.

“What were you thinking? You left King Steve to sit by himself.” Robin said to her.

“I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking!”

“Well go sit with him!”

“What? No way.”

“Why? He’s your boyfriend.”

“I-I can’t face him right now. Plus,” She bumped shoulders with her friend. “I would be leaving you by yourself.”

Robin rolled her eyes, and settled back down in her seat, leaning her head against Y/n’s shoulder. “Please, I’ve been alone for most of my life. I would’ve been fine.”

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The trip to the ski lodge wasn’t long and before Y/n knew it, she was crashing down onto her bed for the night. Robin was right in saying that there was barely any supervision on this trip. Couples immediately began to pair off to their own rooms - including Nancy and Jonathan. Steve caught her eyes for a moment as everyone made their way to their rooms.

Did they sleep in the same room? Would people talk if they didn’t? After not sitting together on the bus ride there, the last thing she wanted to do was share a room with him. Making up her mind for the both of them, Y/n grabbed onto Robin’s hand and declared that they would be sharing a room.

Well, Y/n, Robin, and Vickie. The two had recently kissed for the first time and Y/n expected that they would want to sleep together. She reassured both of them that she would leave the room for the night if they wanted to be together. Find someplace in the lobby to sleep for the night.

Vickie and Robin had barely dropped their bags before they were out the door and onto the skiing slopes. So Y/n sat in their room by herself.

She didn’t know how to ski, which in hindsight was silly. But she and Steve had made plans for him to teach her while on the trip. So her original plan was out the window now.

Robin had mentioned something about a hot tub but she didn’t feel like going. Instead, she opted to spend most of the day reading in her room. She tried to let her mind drift off into the pages of her book, to let herself get engrossed in the story. But her mind kept drifting back to Steve.

She needed to not think about him, to push him out of her mind. Then, she thought of an idea. She didn’t want to do it, but it felt like a last resort at this point.

Y/n Hopper decided to go on a run.

She had brought her Walkman, placing it in her fanny pack before going off to find the gym. It was easy enough to locate - she remembered passing it on the way to her room. It was empty, thank god. Y/n didn’t think she could run with eyes all around her, even if they were strangers.

Starting at a slower pace on the treadmill, she eased into a pattern. Letting her music take over her thoughts. This was definitely helping. The music, plus the combination of doing something she hated, took her mind off of Steve for sure. Before she knew it, over an hour went by and she hadn’t thought of him one bit.

As night set in, Y/n was satisfied with what she had done. She got off the treadmill trying to control her breath as she left. There were complimentary water bottles and rags placed near the front door. Grabbing one of each, she made her way down the hallway, hoping to shower before Vickie and Robin got back.

This was great. She read some of her book, excersized and was successfully able to avoid thinking about Steve. But as she turned the corner, she dreaded the person she saw.

The moment she made eye contact with Steve, they both froze. Neither of them knew what to do. Do they say something? Just pass each other? Y/n wiped the aftermath of her workout off her forehead, trying to distract herself. Still, she let her eyes scan what he was wearing. Or, lack of. He wasn’t wearing a shirt - only swimming trunks and a towel draped across his right shoulder.

He spoke before she could decide what to do. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back, dropping her hands to her sides.

“W-what are- uh- what are you doing?”

“I-i just came back from the gym. Running.”

“Running?” he said in surprise. “I thought you hated running.”

“Oh I do,” she said, making him chuckle a little. “Thought it was time to change that.”

Steve nodded, his hands coming up to play his towel, not knowing what else to say.

“Are you mad at me?” Y/n blurted out. “For not sitting with you on the bus?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not mad just…sad. Mostly I don’t understand why you didn’t want to. I’m friends with Robin too and I know how much she likes to be left alone sometimes.”

“I thought you would want to sit with Nancy.”

“But Jonathan came on the trip.”

“I realized that, yeah…. I promise I’ll sit with you on the way home.”

“Cool.”

He smiled softly. It wasn’t much but it felt like the start of going back to normal or as normal as the two of them could get.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna get going then,” she said, giving a small wave as she began to pass him on her way back to her room.

That felt like a good start. Maybe the next day they could go ski and-

“-I like you.”

Y/n stopped in her tracks, Steve’s words still echoing in her brain. Turning to face him, she let her rag drop to the floor.

All she could muster to say was, “What?”

He took a step toward her. “I like you,” he repeated. “And I’ve been thinking a lot recently about our kiss.”

“When I jumped you?”

“No, back in middle school. During that spin the bottle game.” He took another step toward her. “I remember having all these butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was because I liked you or because it was my first kiss too.”

Y/n stood still, her grip on her water bottle tightening as he took another step, coming just a few feet away.

“But then you kiss me,” he continued. “Cause of those letters and I thought: she’s cute, might as well go along with it right?”

She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He liked her? Never did she think she would hear him say those words. She had been dreaming of hearing him say this back to her; but then he had to go climb in Nancy Wheeler’s window.

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” she asked.

Steve looked down for a moment. “I think…I still care about her a lot. I mean, we all fought demogorgons together we’ll all be bonded in that way forever.”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

“I know...but, I like you.”

He took another step toward her but Y/n backed away. “I-I don’t know what to say to that, Steve. I want to be your first choice, not someone that you have cause Nancy dumped you. If you really liked me you wouldn’t be climbing into her window anymore.”

“I- who told you?”

“Does that matter? You still did it.”

“Nancy was going through some things. Stuff that I helped her with when we were together- just- I shouldn’t even be talking about it.”

“Well talk Steve, 'cause from over hear it looks like you’re still in love with her.”

“Oh my god, why do you only want to choose boys that you don’t have a chance at dating? What are you so afraid of? I’m here in front of you, saying I like you and it’s an argument.”

“I don’t choose unobtainable guys! You’re upset I didn’t die of happiness when you admitted your feelings like every other girl in this school would.”

She knew they had both crossed a line, both panting from their screaming match. Not wanting to take any more of his hurtful words, she said, “I’m going to shower,” before turning away.

“Whatever, I’m going to the hot tub.”

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She tried to shower, listen to music, put on pajamas. Nothing would stop her mind from drifting back to Steve Harrington. Who did he think he was accusing her like that? Only going after guys that she can’t have - ridiculous. She desperately wanted a guy to like her back. Well, a guy that wasn’t Billy Hargrove.

Steve liked her back. And she liked him so much.

In the aftermath of their fight, it felt ridiculous that she yelled at him. She still felt valid in her reasoning with Nancy. But there was a big part of her that desperately wanted to give it a shot with him. For real this time.

Not thinking through it anymore, Y/n put on shoes and raced out of her room. He had to still be at the hot tub right? Well, it was worth a shot. She passed through hallways, coming across students who all looked at her strangely. She was still wearing her pajamas, now becoming a little more conscious of her appearance.

As she turned the last corner she found the pool room. There wasn’t anybody left inside as she searched for the hot tub. Heat emitted from its surface, smoke filling the air as it surrounded Steve. She raced over when spotting him.

Standing in front of the tub, she urged him to look at her. His head turned to the side, aware of her presence but not choosing to acknowledge it. Y/n sat down on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she began, hoping he would pay attention. “I wasn’t being fair before. I mean, I still would like more context about Nancy but- never mind… I should’ve confessed to you too. I like you, Steve. Like a lot.”

His head whipped to look at her, taking in her words. “I really don’t understand girls.”

They both gave a chuckle as Y/n took off her shoes, letting her feet dangle in the hot water below. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Don’t be,” he replied quickly. Sitting up from his end of the tub, he slowly walked over to her. Out of instinct, she separated her legs, allowing him to stand close to her. “I'm sorry too... and I promise I’ll tell you if Nance comes to me with anything else. Full honesty.”

“I’d like that.”

He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, inching his way close to her. She watched as his eyes darted from hers to her lips. “Is this okay?”

Y/n didn’t hide her blush. Nodding she said, “Just kiss me already.”

Not wasting any more time, he leaned in, finally allowing their lips to connect. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling at the material of her shirt as she tangled her fingers in his hair. It was soft and passionate and everything she had wanted from a kiss with him.

Barely pulling apart for air they leaned back in with a little too much force. Steve stumbled backward, falling into the heart of the tub, Y/n coming down with him. They splashed against the water, going under for only a moment before he hoisted them back to the surface. His hands were still on her waist as he pulled her into his lap.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at his forehead. “Okay, Harrington,” she giggled against his neck.

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent in this,” he told her, using a hand to gently pull her chin back towards him.

“I never said I was.”

Their lips connected again, more desperation in each passing second. She wanted to stay like this forever - in his arms never to let go. As she opened her mouth, hoping to give him more access, she felt him lean back.

“Do you wanna go upstairs?” he asked. Her eyes widened at his insinuation. “Not like that, curfew is going to hit soon….though if you want to.”

Giggling, she pressed a hand to his chest, slowly climbing out of his lap. “Come on Harrington.”

He smiled too wide, following her out of the tub. Y/n leaned into his touch as he wrapped his towel around the both of them.

As they went back up the stairs of the lodge, she smiled at the fact that she had no intention of going back to her own room.

Thank you to everyone who wanted to be tagged in this series!

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