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Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven

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MISS CONGENIALITY (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

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SCREAM (1996) + VHS COVERS (insp)

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As always please spread for larger sample size

I’ve got 54 cousins and I’ve always assumed I was an outlier but I’m curious what the norm is.

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the sudden need to rewrite my first ever steve x reader fic and put it a) in you perspective instead of third person and b) do what the show should have and include all the characters from the beginning like robin & eddie like …. mayhaps I’ll return to writing this fall

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Hopper x reader #4 my favourite number thank you 🥰

“LIKE IT’S JULY.”

pairing: jim hopper x f!reader

song: norway.

notes: me tryin not to make this a sad hopp fic despite the song bein somewhat sad bc all these songs for hopp requests wind up being sad ( sorry i listen to a lot of sad music friends lol ). anway i hope u liked it !! set pre & throughout canon !! though it’s explained in canon reader and jim have quite a bit of history, and the effects of canon events play into everything ! 

word count: 1.8k

part of spotify wrapped drabble night : accepting ! 

You were a fan of the summer months. Summer always meant something was going to happen--while for some people it meant peace and time away from work or school, for you it had always been a time of change in your life even on top of all the normal “summer” things. 

Post graduation from college you had moved to a new town in the middle of the summer. 

At the age of twenty-three you had met someone in that town who changed your life, his name was Jim Hopper. 

But life wasn’t kind to you and Jim. 

After dancing around each other for long enough, eventually he got married and you moved away from that place ( in summer, once again ). 

You thought of him, of your time spent with him. Those summer nights that felt like they were the beginning of the rest of your life but you couldn’t bring yourself to say so to him. But he’d moved on, and you could only stare at the phone number still etched in his handwriting in your notebook, as if a memory of it all. 

Losing touch with him, and trying to move on with your life, you didn’t realize you’d accepted a job in his hometown of Hawkins until you met someone who mentioned him -- and at that point you just did your best to hide the fact you knew the man they were talking about. 

They say it’s a small world, but how small did it have to be for Jim to show up back in his own hometown for good right when you felt like the place was finally your own. You’d wished for him to be right there so many times, that seeing him show up was almost like one of those daydreams. 

It was summer when you saw him again, of course. 

He was just settling back into town, and Joyce was telling you that he had lost everything -- he was just close enough to daydream about, but still out of reach. 

He didn’t see you, really see you, until July of that year. You’d been involved in a small fender bender and the police had been called to the scene and Jim, despite being the Chief of Police, had been the one to show up. He nearly dropped the notebook that was held in his hands when he realized who was standing leaning against the car that had been hit.

He thought he’d left you behind all those summers ago. 

“Y/N?” Jim asked, blinking as he flipped through the notebook to look at something other than you. 

“Hey Jim.” He realized then, with the ease of how you spoke to him, that you knew he was in town. That you weren’t surprised to see him there. That your guard wasn’t thrown like his was. 

He was fucked. But damned if he was going to show any sign of it. 

It was easy to fall back into a friendship with Jim Hopper, because despite it all -- the time, and the years, and everything else -- both of you felt as though you were still friends. It was everything else that was going to be harder to get back. Figuring out if it was even something to get back, that was another question. 

Of course, you wanted to. The summers you had spent with him all those years ago weren’t for nothing -- but you had both changed and weathered with the years and time you had spent on your own, you had to know what was going on. 

It was July of 1983, nearly four whole years after Jim moved back to Hawkins and the two of you had begun a friendship again before you kissed again.

It had been a simple morning, you spent a lot of time with Jim. Dancing around your feelings once again, both of you. Despite both of you at separate times confiding in Joyce-- 

“I don’t want to fuck it up this time, Joyce.” Hopper had said days before the kiss. 

“What if I’m wrong and I wind up looking like a fool if I say how I feel?” You had said the night before 

--and while she was a good friend to both of you, she was a little sick of listening to your complaining instead of doing something about it. 

The morning was spent at the Hopper cabin, because you’d brought over food and welcomed yourself in like you did every so often to make sure he was taking care of himself. 

What Jim had originally meant to be a kiss on the cheek, as your head was turned to make the coffee for the two of you, had turned into a kiss on the lips as you’d turned your head to ask him a question. 

The first I love you was said in August of that same year, at the Byers’ house during a small get together that you had forced Jim to go to. 

He was clearly uncomfortable in the setting, a mixture of teens as well as their parents, but he was going for you, which was nice. 

It was, in fact, the exact phrasing that he had used. He handed you the drink he’d gone to get for you and when he came back to the corner you’d been waiting in he shook his head, taking a sip of his own beer, “Can’t believe the things I do for love.” 

You nearly choked on the sip you were taking and turned to look at him. His own eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe he’d just said that out loud, but he knew he couldn’t just shrug it off. 

You leaned in and kissed him. “We can leave early, grumpy, cause I love you too.” 

The summer of 1984 was spent with you, Jim, and El as you helped him hide her in the cabin--the two of you were living together at that point. You didn’t know what to do with the cabin, but you had El help you in attempts to redecorate it...as best you could.

“Are you really this attached to the cabin?” you asked one July night, sitting on the porch with Hopper and El. “I’m just saying we could look at houses just a bit bigger and still this far out in the woods if you want to be far away from the rest of the world.” 

“Are you saying there’s not enough space?” Hopper asked, looking at you over his cup of coffee. 

You and El shared a glance from under the blanket you were sharing and then both turned to look at him. 

“Okay it’s...” Hopper trailed off. 

“Small.” You suggested.

“Tiny.” Eleven added. 

“Cozy.” Hopper finished his thought, rolling his eyes at the both of you. 

You sighed and unwrapped the blanket from your shoulders before turning to El with a smile, “I think we’ll tackle this another night, let’s get to bed.” You stood up, and held a hand for her to take before walking to the door and then turning back to look at Hopper who still sat on the porch steps, “You coming to bed, grumpy?”

Hopper grumbled, standing up and turning to look at the two of you. “The cabin is just fine.”

You nodded, “Of course it is.” When he was close enough you leaned up and gave him a kiss before walking into the cabin with El and pushing Jim toward the kitchen. 

“This conversation isn’t over!” He called after you as you walked with El to her bedroom. 

July of 1985, you stood in Starcourt Mall with everyone but Jim was pushing you away from it all--he wanted you with El, away from everything where it was safe. 

Promises made in the food court of that mall before the rest of that night raged on that you never thought would be kept--promises of a future you didn’t expect to come true when the only people you saw come out of the mall were Joyce and Murray. 

July of 1985 he’d promised to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Summer of 1986 was something you were not looking forward to. You were no longer counting down the days to summers like you used to. It seemed as dreary as any rainy day to you, and you hated it. 

Hawkins was no longe the place you wanted it to be, and you’d moved last summer to California when Joyce had. You’d been with the kids--with El-- more, but work consumed a lot of your time--you tried not to think about everything. 

Summer was coming, it was already the March break for school, and you’d planned to spend it with El, but you’d instead been contacted by Owens. You didn’t know how, exactly--he wasn’t exactly someone you would call a friend or a foe entirely. But that’s how you wound up going with him and El. 

Which is how you wound up in the midst of everything, yet again, with no idea what to do or how to get yourself and El out of this. 

God, all you wanted was Jim and to be counting down the days to summer. Not to be in some van speeding down the highway trying to get to Hawkins and worrying about everything else. 

When it was all over, and you had somehow wound up back at the cabin, you looked over at El with tears in your eyes but a smile on your face. 

The damned cabin. 

You couldn’t escape it. Back where you started, and everything just reminded you of him. 

El had gone off into her room, and you were moving things around in the living room. When the door opened, you assumed it was one of the other kids, so you turned to ask them for some help.

There he stood, in the doorway of the cabin. You’d barely held back your tears earlier and now, looking at him, you knew you were going to cry. “Jim?”

“Hey, Y/N.” He spoke quietly, moving toward you. When he got to you, you pulled him into your arms and held him close. 

“Not fair,” you mumbled, muffled by his chest and the tears you were attempting to keep at bay. “You totally had the upper hand on me and knew I’d be in here didn’t you?” 

You could hear the smile on his face, “Had to get you back for all those years ago.” 

When you pulled back and looked at him, really looked at him, you saw that there were tears in his eyes too. “I so hoped you would come back, I didn’t want to believe you were gone.” You leaned into him and kissed him. Like it was the first time, like you were twenty-three again and it was the first summer you’d met. 

Maybe the summer of 1986 could be something good if you had Jim back by your side. 

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me yesterday: drabbles will be easy i’ll do 900 words max

also me: writes more than 1k words mainly bc i have missed writing and cannot help myself

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Eddie Munson x Hargrove!Reader, song 72?

“A (K)NIGHT’S SILVER LINING.”

pairing: eddie munson x f!hargrove!reader

song: shit happens.

notes: when i say i had to count twice bc i almost did the wrong song... y’all we ain’t good at math but we’re tryin to be good at writing here !! i hope you enjoyed this fic my loves. set in a pre s4 au world: for the tl:dr of it all billy is alive but neil still left susan, billy & you have a trailer adjacent to max & her mom. everything else is explained in the fic. 

trigger warning: mentions of neil hargrove, allusions to past abuse, parental death & abandonment

word count: 1.5k

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You should have known it wound wind up like this. Stranded at school, because of course your brother would leave without telling you. You couldn’t blame him -- at least, that was how you tried to explain it away in your head -- because after the summer you’d spent with Billy recuperating, and your father leaving and then losing the house and Susan kicking you out to live with Billy, it was only natural that both yourself and Billy were a bit tortured.

But to leave the school without you? Well, he just did that regularly now. At least last year he would have waited and sped off with you and Max in the seats alongside him in whatever foul mood he was in. 

He had to repeat the year after everything happened the summer before and he was pissed off, he didn’t want to be like Eddie Munson, who he’d pointed out to you on numerous occasions as a freak to avoid--not like you saw anything wrong with Eddie other than a penchant for wearing his personality out in the open and not giving a shit about what everyone else in the school thought. 

There he was, repeating the year next to you, his younger sister, and bitter as hell that he was stuck in this place again. 

So there you were, deciding how to deal with all of that and knowing that you were in for a walk home. There were only a few cars left in the parking lot, and at the point you were getting out you knew most of them probably belonged to the jocks that had practice--and none of them were likely going to give you a ride. 

A reluctant huff fell from your lips as you made your way down the path, heading for the street to make your way home when you heard someone calling your name, it wasn’t a familiar voice but still you stopped and turned around spotting Eddie Munson packing up his van. 

“Uh, yeah?” you replied, hesitating as you shuffled steps backward toward the car and him. It briefly crossed your mind that maybe this was somehow a set up, a cruel set up by your older brother. 

“If you don’t mind making a stop at the music shop in town, I can give you a ride.” Eddie offered, shrugging his shoulders with his hands shoved into the pockets of his top jacket, looking over at you. 

“What’s in it for you?” It came out more defensive than you’d intended it to be, but you were used to having your guard up. You were a Hargrove, had to deal with Neil and Billy your entire life. You’d lost your mother. That was enough for you to know that things were never just handed to you. But, what you couldn’t figure was why the school freak was offering you a ride home. 

His eyebrows raised as he looked at you, shaking his head, “Nothing. You can walk back to Forest Hills for all I care.” His tone was part defensive, part dejected as he spoke and turned around to get into his car. He was mumbling to himself as he opened the door to his van.

“I’m sorry,” you called out hastily, apologetically, causing Eddie to stop and turn back to look at you. “I suck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that’s nice of you and you don’t--we don’t know each other.” 

“It’s not like we don’t go to the same high school, what horrible monster could I possibly be?” Eddie was practically laughing as he replied. He didn’t notice the way your eyes widened at the comment, the thought of everything from last summer still fresh in your mind. He didn’t know. “Unless you believe what people say about me, which is just bullshit cause they don’t understand people who aren’t popular jocks and conform to their standards.” 

You shook your head, “I don’t really listen to what people say. I’d rather figure it out for myself.” Which, ironically, was how you’d wound up in the whole mess with Hawkins and your ex-step sister Max in the first place--trying to figure out things on your own rather than listening to the rumor mill and what other people ( your brother Billy, namely ) had to say. 

“Well then, your chariot.” Eddie bent over dramatically, his hair falling into his face as he gestured to the van. 

You’d never really noticed him before. Sure, Eddie Munson was a spectacle in the Hawkins High hallways--making a scene just for being different and being the multi year senior and running hellfire club--but you’d never really noticed him. 

He was softer than you expected, given the antics he tended to pull and the stories--rumors--you overheard from people in the cafeteria and the classrooms over the years. 

Maybe he was different than you expected him to be, than your brother and everyone else had told you he was going to be. Then again, you didn’t know how much you expected of people these days. 

“My knight in shining armor.” You joked back, heading to the other side of the van and getting inside. 

The drive was quiet, like neither of you were sure what to talk about, or if you really should be talking. As he pulled up to the music store in town he almost hesitated, turning to look at you like he was going to ask a question. 

You were already getting ready to get out of the van when you realized his door hadn’t opened so you turned to look back at him, “So, what are you looking for?” 

“Some new records came out recently.” Eddie shrugged as he got out of the van, following your lead and then holding the door to the music shop for you. He was doing his best to seem nonchalant, but the truth was he was surprised--you’d gone from being almost entirely standoffish to being willing to be seen in public with him in the matter of a car ride. He wasn’t used to that. “And there’s some stuff we got in for Corroded Coffin that I need to pick up cause I’m the only one with a car big enough to fit all our supplies anyway.” 

“Okay, you’re in something called Corroded Coffin and something called Hellfire Club? I know what Hellfire is cause of,” the twerps, the kids, it was what you called them and what you wanted to say, but you paused because you didn’t know Eddie--did the kids even talk about you in those meetings? Probably not. You’d barely seen them this year, the ones you saw most were Max--which was obvious because she lived right by you, and you wouldn’t dare let her think that just because Billy could be a shithead that you cared any less about her and wanted her out of your life--and, surprisingly, Lucas--who, despite breaking up with Max and focusing a lot on his basketball game, had made it a point to say hi every time he saw you and had even taken to sitting by you when he saw you in the library. 

“School, right.” Eddie nodded his head as he flipped through the records on the new releases shelf that was right at the opening, waving a hello to the worker behind the counter who seemed to know Eddie right away and went off to the back to probably get his order ready. “Corroded Coffin is my band.” 

“Band? That’s cool.” You nodded your head, thumbing through the records and spotting a Kate Bush release you didn’t have and wondered if Max had it either. “What kind of music do you play?”

“Rock, metal. Some covers, some originals. Where we play people tend to not pay attention, but when they do they like the covers better.” Eddie said, glancing up from what he had in his hands and looking down at the record in yours. “Definitely different than Kate Bush.” 

“Are you making fun?” You asked, making a face at him, rolling your eyes as you looked at what was in his hands. “Not all of us just love Metallica. I mean, sure, their music is good.”

“Good?” 

“You’re acting like I just made fun of your music choice.”

“Good is like saying it’s fine. Like you tolerate it.” 

“Did you not just have that same reaction to Kate Bush? Except yours sounded like you were holding back a wince. Agree to disagree, or whatever.” 

You had to admit that despite how the afternoon had started, you were pretty glad that it had gone that way because now you were actually having fun for the first time in, honestly, a really long time. The rest of the afternoon in that shop was spent back and forth about music, and you could tell that it wasn’t the last time you would be there with Eddie Munson. 

And that it might just have been the beginning of something special. 

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me working on these drabbles and coming to the conclusion that i can’t fuckin count properly

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okay i am logging off for the night but please continue to send #1-101 for spotify wrapped request drabbles and i will continue to write more

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For your Spotify thing- Hopper & #87 please! 🥰

“WE DID NOT GIVE UP.”

pairing: jim hopper x f!reader

song: orpheus.

notes: when i say this song means so much to me ... i hope u enjoy this drabble bc i loved writing it thank you for sending a request !! 

word count: 740

part of spotify wrapped drabble night : accepting !

Whispers and shared looks that was your language with Jim Hopper. 

Whispers came about because neither of you slept well at night, and it became something of a routine, that when you were trying to sleep, you would be in your shared bed and whispering to each other. Looking at each other close enough to not have to speak really at all, those were the best conversations you had with him. 

Shared looks, well that was a given. After spending so many hours late at night in the same bed studying his face you just knew what the man was thinking. You could look at him from across the room and know everything he wanted to say. 

But it was the hours between midnight and six am where you knew Jim Hopper the best. The quiet hours, where you wanted nothing more than to just be with him and stay in that room and never leave. 

When the sun rose, you were different people. 

But in that room, it was your own world just the two of you. 

Softly, barely spoken, “I love you”s shared as the sun was barely rising. 

Between everything that was happening in the world--which included both the natural and the otherworldly subterranean world Hawkins was hiding--and the fact Eleven had come into your lives unexpectedly, this was the only time you could really be with each other. 

You held onto Jim Hopper, and those hours in the middle of the night, like they were your reason to breathe. 

“Marry me.” 

It had been a whisper, a look, and a comment from a couple of your friends even. 

The language had evolved into something different, and in the summer of 1985, the comment, “marry me,” meant a bit more than it had in the past.

It was no longer just a whisper of a promise at two in the morning one of you asked when you were both half asleep, knowing the other wouldn’t hear. 

It was no longer a look from across a crowded room, knowing that he was talking about the future in regards to you, a bit of a worried and trying to hide it kind of nervous look in his eyes. 

It was no longer a small gesture of holding hands in bed and murmuring in sleep. 

“Marry me,” in 1985 was real. It was about Eleven and the party, taking into consideration everybody else around the two of you. 

But before either of you could answer, the world crashed in on your private little bubble of just two. 

For the next year, all you could do was look to the stars and just hope that somewhere out there was your whispered promise of marry me. You had to continue to believe that he was still out there, despite everything telling you otherwise. 

You had stayed in the cabin, despite everyone telling you to move back into your place -- you’d sold it, though. Knowing that if anything, you’d want to be here just in case. 

You’d been in the kitchen cleaning up for the crowd of kids staying with you after the mess of everything when you heard footsteps so familiar everything in you stopped, but you couldn’t dare turn around. 

What if it was a trick? What if you were wrong, or had slipped into a dream or something? 

Standing over the sink, you dropped your head down with your eyes closed and heard the pause in the footsteps, the hesitation in them as they shuffled about the small cabin. 

“Be real.” you found yourself whispering only to yourself. “Please be here.” 

As if he heard you, and he probably did given how well he knew your voice--he’d spent hours ( months, really ) thinking of it in that place-- he took another step forward so he could almost touch you if he wanted to. But he didn’t reach out. Yet. 

“I’m home.” 

His voice was different, if you could believe it. Rougher, but still just the same. He was still all yours. Tears welled in your eyes, and you turned around to pull him toward you, not caring that your hands were covered in soapy water from washing the sink. 

And in between the barely whispered “I love you”s, this time in the middle of the kitchen, you were both making plans for a future neither thought you would be able to have outside of whispered promises or dreams. 

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hopper x reader #47?🙏🏼

“EPIPHANY MOMENTS.”

pairing: jim hopper x f!reader

song: epiphany.

notes: i say a “drabble” except i wind up with something longer than 1k words because the song simply demanded to be listened to and gave me such a muse for a longer story... i am so sorry ( seriously? but also i am not ). please enjoy. set pre & post s4 timeline -- that will make sense when you read. 

word count: 1.5k

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Had you been away from home for so long that you didn’t recognize Hawkins any longer? Or was it just that the town was absolutely destroyed that there was no way to really see the Hawkins that you had known. The past twenty-four hours were some of the worst you had experienced. 

While getting phone calls late at night were not unusual, you worked in a hospital--you weren’t a nurse or a doctor or even a technician like you had planned so many years ago in school--just a secretary for one of the medical suites open twenty-four seven, and your hours ranged so some nights you worked the overnight shift. 

It had been one of those nights when the phone rang in the office and you picked it up, like you would normally, but before you could even say who you were the words came flowing out of the other end on top of each other like there were several people on the line. 

“When was the last time you heard from your parents?” 

“Is there a spare room open? Turn on a tv to any of the news stations!”

“I think you need to get back to...”

“What about the guy?” Followed by a couple of shushes. 

“She said it would be a cold day in hell before she went back.”

“Well if...”

“Just turn on the news!” 

You didn’t know what they were talking about at all. When was the last time you’d spoken with your family back in Hawkins? You looked at a clock and realized you barely remembered the time. 

The last time you were in Hawkins was in 1983, and Will Byers had just been found. 

Hawkins 1983. 

It was home, and you were back to keep everything simple while you were in medical school -- the dream was to be a doctor someday. Everyone had known that while you were growing up in Hawkins, a couple of years behind Jim & Joyce in school but still friends with them. You’d been working as an EMT, spending a lot of time with the police chief now that you were back in town. 

He was not the same man you knew growing up. Then again, you weren’t the same person you were back then either. 

Maybe that was how you’d wound up in this back and forth with him, on and off. In a constant state of not knowing exactly where you stood with him. On reflection when you look back now you know you could have, should have talked about it--but you just didn’t. 

It was fine at the time, because you were so busy with work both of you that neither of you seemed to care about the relationship or the feelings under the surface. 

But, you couldn’t keep that buried forever. 

As the time went on, with Will being missing, it was hard to balance life in the small town as well as work and school and your feelings. Something had to go. 

Despite everything, it was your studies that suffered the most, in your attempts to help Joyce get through everything -- but you never told anybody that. 

Once Will was found, you moved away from Hawkins hoping to get away from everything that was a distraction. 

That included Jim, or so you thought.

Chicago, 1984. 

“Hey, newbie, there’s a phone call for you on line 2.” One of the nurses called over her shoulder as she put paperwork down on the counter in front of you. “He sounds handsome.” 

You had only been working at the hospital for six months at the time, so the nickname of newbie was kind of old. But it was said with affection with the nurse who spoke to you just then, not like some of the others who regarded you--a med school drop out, who was working the night shifts as a secretary while she worked her way through nursing school--as little more than a glorified paper weight. “If it’s the guy down in transport, tell him I’m ordering out for my break.” 

But she hadn’t left where she stood, tapping on the paperwork she had dropped off for you to sort through and looked impatient for you to answer the call yourself, “Come on, just answer it. I swear it’s not the guy down in transport. He says he knows you from home.” 

You looked up from what you were doing and paused at that, there weren’t many people who you had even given the information of your job from back home -- family, Joyce and her sons. Panic flashed in your eyes as you picked up the phone and the flashing number when you answered with your name and a rushed, “Who is this?” 

“Hopper,” came the quick reply of the gruff voice on the other end. You could picture him, probably with a cigarette in his mouth or fumbling with the case on his desk or whatever table he was near. “It’s Jim.” 

You have a lot of questions, but all you can manage to get out is a, “Hi.” 

“Hey.” he said back, and there’s a long silence, but you could hear him breathing. “I got a couple of questions about, uh, kids.”

“Wouldn’t Joyce be better to ask these things? She, y’know, has two, Jim.” 

“She’ll ask a lot of questions.” 

“I can’t promise I won’t ask any questions.” 

His laugh took you by surprise. You’re not sure the last time you heard it, and the smile that came on your own face because of it was just so natural. 

Damn it, you missed him. 

“I don’t know if I can answer all of your questions.” Jim said back after a moment. 

“Ditto.” you let you a small laugh of your own. “But I’m at work now, can I give you a call some other time? Is your number still the same?”

“Nothing’s changed, Y/N.” 

And there was so much more to that statement than either of you were ready to admit at the time. 

“I’ll call you in the morning. Goodnight, Jim.” 

After you hung the phone up it was like you remembered the world was around you. The nurse who had told you about the phone call was still standing by you and looked at you when the phone was hung up and was practically giddy with excitement. “Told you it wasn’t the guy from transport. But who was he?”

You held out your hand and looked at her, “Just give me the paperwork and let me work. Maybe I’ll tell you about him on my break later.”

It was the beginning of talking for the two of you. Just about anything and everything. You didn’t realize how much you had missed him, and pulling into the town you called home for so long made you think of it all. 

The summer of 1985 had been the culmination of a lot for you. You finally finished nursing school -- but had to make a decision between moving farther away from home to a place where you didn’t know one in an attempt to find a job, or keep the job you had and get a raise with the hopes of possibly getting a better position in the future. And, you were still talking to Jim every day, it was...surprisingly nice -- he continued to mention his daughter Jane. 

You were making plans to even go back to Hawkins sometime after the graduation from your class, after fourth of July craziness. 

Pulling into the familiar driveway of the Hopper house it was hard to think that you had planned to be here nearly a year ago and never managed to make it back. 

You thought he had died. You had lived with that feeling, that grief and those emotions for so long, and then the news station your old coworkers had called you earlier was showing him ( and sure, everyone else ) and it was like your heart stopped. 

It was like you had been pulled to Hawkins because you needed to be there. Needed to know what was going on and what to do. Had to be there. 

You’d wasted enough time without Jim Hopper, and having lost him once, you’d be damned if you were going to lose him again. 

When you pulled up, you could see that he was on the porch, almost like he’d been expecting you despite the fact that you hadn’t called anyone. Hell, you’d barely made it until the end of your shift and you were still in scrubs when you got out of the car and looked at him from a distance, shielding your eyed from the sun in the distance. 

The first time in three years seeing him, and he looked entirely different and altogether like the same man you knew. 

You wondered if he was thinking the same thing about you. 

With a half step away from the car, a move mimicked by Hopper as he walked down the porch of his home, you called out to him, “I don’t know what the hell you’ve gotten yourself and this town into Jim, but this time I’m going to stick around and help you out.” 

That was a promise. 

[hopewritcs]

hi i haven’t written anything in a minute but since it’s spotify wrapped day i wanted to do a little drabble day so send me a number 1-101 & a character and i’ll do a little x reader drabble for them based on the song on my spotify wrapped. 

[hopewritcs]

unexpected once again.

pairing: jim hopper x reader. 

word count: 2.1k

a request from anonymous: can you do a part 2 that follows st4 for well, that was unexpected???

notes: me, still crying over st4 vol 2 now writing this??? u betcha!!! st4 vol 2 spoilers !!!!!!  

part one | part two 

stranger things tag list: @rockstarmunson​ ( if you want to be added to the prodigal sister tag list, please ask ! )

You had been distraught when you thought Jim was dead. How else were you supposed to feel when the man you had just met, the man who was your soulmate, just died because of something you couldn’t even control or predict. 

Of course, Joyce continued to try to convince you that he wasn’t dead. That he had to be alive out there somewhere, but you didn’t know if you believed it. Maybe you just couldn’t believe it. 

You had your soulmate for a grand total of minutes before he died. 

If you thought about it logically, you knew that you would feel it if your soulmate was really gone. But logic went out the window when you thought about the fact that he was dead, that you had lost him just as you had found him. You would never get the chance to be with your soulmate, even if everything had aligned this was how the world had always intended for you two to meet. 

Had the world known what it was planning all along? That he was walking into something that could get him killed? 

You could never forgive the world for that, that they had just given you your soulmate only to take him away. 

Sure, you had your news desk reporter job. Hell, it was just a small time thing. A desk reporter job for a small new station. Or at least that’s what you thought was going on. You imagined it was going to be a way to ease into the world of reporting since it was just the small town of Hawkins--80 miles away from the big city of Indianapolis. 

The night you lost your soulmate changed everything. 

Suddenly Hawkins was country wide news for a time, and as a local news reporter you were on the news practically the whole time. Talking to other field reporters, taking calls from local and non-local syndicates, offering your own piece of mind as someone who had been at the mall. 

The job you assumed was going to be a starter job turned into the job you always wanted, a big time reporting job right from the place you’d just moved. Indianapolis was coming to you live every morning for the first few months of your job, and they even offered for you to move out to the city. 

But you couldn’t say yes. Something was keeping you in the small town that you had just moved to, even though the soulmate you had just lost was no longer there. 

Neither was his daughter, or his friend who had become yours. Though you kept in touch with both of them with phone calls. 

Joyce was still adamant that Jim was alive, and to be frank your resolve was waning. As time passed, you found yourself looking down at the writing on your arm. Thinking to the funeral that there had been for Jim and wondering about everything else. Wouldn’t you know if he were really gone? Shouldn’t you feel different? 

What if he was out there? 

What if he was waiting for you and you stood by the town and hadn’t gone looking for him? 

You got a phone call from a frantic Murray one day as he was packing things up to go to California, and you missed about half of what he said. What you caught was that Joyce thought she had gotten a message from Jim and he was going to help her investigate. 

“Tell me everything.” you found yourself saying, closing the door to your office and listening as Murray spoke quickly. 

“I don’t know if we’ll find him.” Murray said. You knew he was skeptical, but that was just who Murray was. He was always skeptical of everything, especially when it came to the Russians. 

“Be careful.” you replied, suddenly struck with worry for both him and Joyce. “Let me know what happens, please.” A knock on your office door startled you and you looked down at the phone. “I have to go, Murray. Call me when you’re with Joyce, and just...do everything you can.” 

Murray said his goodbyes in Russian, and you’re unsure if that was meant to comfort you or to worry you--maybe a bit of both. Then you sat back in your chair and sighed.

You were distracted with so many thoughts when the knock on your door sounded again, the voice on the other side telling you it was nearly time to get on the air. 

“I’m coming.” you said, but your voice nearly betrayed your emotions. 

Be safe, you said. Find Jim. Maybe there was hope. 

You didn’t hear back from Murray and it worried you more than anything. At least if you had heard from Murray and Joyce maybe you’d be able to sleep at night, a bit worried about whatever they were getting themselves into, but not a single word? You didn’t know what to think of that.

Every time you called Joyce’s house, the number you had memorized, the signal was just busy and you didn’t think she was doing enough telemarketing phone calls to cause all of that. Plus, there was no way that Jonathan was calling Nancy enough to cause that busy signal too. 

Fuck. 

Your worry only grew with everything that was happening in the town. You had to report on murders, but going to the crime scenes you knew that something was up with everything. 

This wasn’t the work of some teenage kid like the town wanted to think, but you were reporting the news and had to keep the town up to date on what was going on with the investigation. You just knew that this was going the way everything had been last summer--but you didn’t know who to turn to to talk about that. 

You didn’t have Jim, Joyce or Murray. Maybe you could find the group of teens, but you didn’t know where they might be. 

You were a journalist at heart, a reporter on screen who needed to know everything. So you took the opportunities at hand and walked the routes you knew would give you clues to help your own reporting. 

Of course, who knew that you would once again wind up walking into the middle of everything--finding the group of kids on the shoreline as you watched the older teens getting into the boat. 

“Shit. That’s the lady from the news.” the curly haired teen, the one you recognized as Eddie Munson who everyone in town wanted to believe was behind the killings, said. “Oh shit, I’m dead.” 

“Chill, Munson. It’s just Y/N.” Robin said, rolling her eyes and turning to look at you. 

“You know her?” he asked, looking at the group of people around him. “Oh, if this is a fucking set up I’m just gonna swim out of here.” 

“If this was a set up, don’t you think I’d have a camera crew or something.” you said, gesturing around to the empty woods behind you and then looking back at everything. “What the hell is going on?” 

“You’re reporting the killings, right?” Dustin asked, looking at you. When you nodded he added, “Any chance you can try to clear Eddie’s name?”

“Well, the whole town thinks it’s him. No offense, doesn’t really seem like you’re capable of that.” You said, looking at the older teen before turning back to Dustin, “So what’s doing the killings then?” 

“It’s kind of hard to explain.” he said.

“You try it, we’ll go look for the gate.” Steve said, pushing the boat off of the shore and leaving you alone with the younger teens and waiting for them to start talking. 

How on Earth you got involved in all of this, when all you’d been doing was really looking for a killer ( of course that killer had to be another dimensional creature ) and trying to distract yourself from thoughts of your soulmate being alive. 

You couldn’t exactly be involved with the kid’s plans for everything, because of everything involved with it and the fact that you had to work. Technically you had to “lookout” for Eddie Munson sightings and interview people about the murders. 

The least you could do was try and shed some light to give Eddie a good lighting, so you convinced his Uncle to be interviewed on air with you. Promising that you wouldn’t call his nephew the murderer everyone else was and only asking for his side of things. 

After your on air interview, you left and went to be at the trailer that was still technically a crime scene--hoping that you could offer any kind of support that you could. 

When you walked into the trailer, you heard screaming on the other side of the barrier and looked up, watching from the mirror view as Eddie and Dustin fought off the bats in the trailer. 

You didn’t even know what to say, couldn’t find the words--you’d never really seen this happen before your own eyes. Last summer you had been ushered out before everything happened. You’d only heard the stories from everyone else. 

Before you knew it, Dustin was climbing back up the rope and falling beside your feet and then calling for Eddie to do the same. But Eddie didn’t listen to reason, to Dustin’s pleading, to anything, he just moved the mattress away from the rope and cut the way down. 

He was giving the more time. 

You didn’t know what to do, because part of you knew that he was sacrificing himself--like how Joyce told you Jim had done. You were stuck, unmoving. 

It was like the world was screaming, spinning, taking over. 

You couldn’t let them lose someone else. Not when you could possibly do something about it. And sure, maybe Jim wasn’t lost technically, but the funeral flashed in your mind and it was like that all over again. 

You couldn’t do that again. 

But damn it, you had to get your feet to move. 

Dustin was ahead of you, jumping through the barrier and landing wrong. You quickly followed him, grabbing hold of anything you could use as a weapon and racing to follow the young teen into what you were certain was doom. 

But this time, you were doing something. 

It was over. You were at the cabin cleaning everything up for El to stay hidden, getting the inside of the place cleaned up and just hoping that everything was going to be okay. 

Max was in the hospital. 

Eddie was in the hospital. 

You were just hoping that everything would be alright, despite knowing that it probably wasn’t going to be just fine. 

You left the cabin and went around back to see if you could find something to cover up the roof, at least for now. That’s when you heard the car pulling up. 

Everything in you worried that it was something wrong, something horrible, but who knew the cabin was all the way out here? 

Stepping out from behind the cabin you looked up and saw Joyce hugging her sons. 

“Oh my God.” you said, looking at her. You didn’t know what you had expected, but Joyce wasn’t on the top of your list. Part of you thought about Murray. Part of you thought about Jim. 

“Y/N.” she looked at you, still hugging her sons and turning her gaze to look at you. She gave you a small nod, and that was all you needed. Something good had happened. 

You turned around when you heard footsteps, and you felt like the world stopped.

There he was, standing on the porch with his arm around his daughter. He was there. He was real and he was alive. 

You took a half step forward and looked at him. He looked different, but you figured he would--you had no idea what had happened in the time that he had been gone. But maybe you had all the time in the world, whatever was left of it that was, to figure out. 

Jim took a couple of steps toward you, leaving El’s side as he walked down the steps to look at you. “Heard you got involved in all that Scooby Doo shit again.” Jim greeted, a half smirk on his lips as he spoke. 

“Guess it’s kind of our thing now. All over again, huh?” you replied, reaching your hand up to brush his cheek as if you thought he wasn’t real. A soft gesture, a brief moment. “I was so worried about you.” 

“I missed you.” he said. You knew what he meant, too. Because you missed him, too. Despite not knowing him well, despite having only just met him before he had died, before he vanished, you missed him more than you expected to. 

Maybe the world knew what it was doing with this whole soulmate thing after all, you just needed to trust it. 

[hopewritcs]

half of my heart.

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

word count: 3.5k

requested by anonymous: "Eddie Munson soulmate AU? :)” 

summary: in a world with soulmates, your soulmark ( the proverbial heart on your sleeve ) is a heart that fills as time gets closer to you meeting your soulmate. when you’ve met your soulmate the mark is filled in, if your soulmate is dead the mark is hollowed out once again, shadowed with however much time you had left to meet. 

notes: me, a sucker for a soulmate au and crying about everything that happened in volume 2? this is the product of this. hope you enjoyed. st4 vol 2 spoilers ahead ( pls trust me ) !!!!!! 

triggers: death. 

stranger things tag list: @rockstarmunson ( if you want to be added to the prodigal sister tag list, please ask ! )

You had grown up in California, never thinking about what else there was. California was home. What else could there be? But, as time went on the soulmate mark on your arm never seemed to get filled even close to halfway. Growing up you didn’t think much of it--who really cared, or believed in soulmates anyway? But as you got older and you graduated from high school, you began to think about it more and more. 

The thought of your soulmate not being near you occurred to you when a family moved in down the way from a small town in Indiana. It was almost as if that knowledge made your soulmate mark grow, you sensed it before you actually saw the mark had filled just a bit more. 

Definitely no one from that family, but maybe they were the key to this whole soulmate thing. 

The Byers-Hopper family, you soon learned, came from the town of Hawkins. Jonathan was a senior and his younger siblings were freshman. Joyce, their mother, was working as a telemarketer. 

Your heart was filling at a slow pace, but you could tell that something was around the corner. Something was coming to do with your soulmate. Did you honestly believe in it? No. 

You worked at Surfer Boy Pizza with Argyle, and spent a lot of your free time with the Byers-Hopper family. Argyle wasn’t really a friend of yours before the family moved in down the road from you, but a reluctant coworker and sometimes friendly face. 

“Do you believe in soulmates?” you asked Joyce one day that you had off and were at her house. She was working, but you often spent time at the house while she worked just to keep her company--you liked being at this house more than your own. 

Briefly Joyce looked down at her own soulmate mark and ran he other hand over it, “I do.” she said softly, like she was forcing herself to believe the words she spoke. 

“How did you meet your soulmate?” you asked, watching as she got yet another hang up from a potential customer. 

“I always knew Jim.” she said with a wave of her hand. “I just didn’t know he was my soulmate. We were both a bit...I don’t want to say stupid, but I think that’s the best word for it.” Joyce said it with a small laugh, you could tell she was remembering something and you almost wanted to ask what it was but she continued to speak. “You see, I was with Lonnie and he was dating other girls and we were always friends. I never thought Lonnie was my soulmate, but then I had Jonathan and almost thought that was that.” Joyce shrugged her shoulders. There was more to that story, but you didn’t know it--you’d only heard bits and pieces of their lives before they came to California. 

“So...when did you know?” 

“I think late June of last year. I just saw him differently and thought that somehow I’d been looking at my soulmate this whole time.” Joyce answered your question, with a small frown as she added, “But I never got to tell him. Or anyone that it was him.”

You wanted to ask more questions, because her soulmate mark wasn’t faded in the least. You could see the fact that she was holding back and there was more to the story, but she just picked up the phone and continued on with her work, leaving you to look down at your own soulmate mark. 

Halfway filled. 

Eddie Munson never believed in soulmates. He never thought there was much to it than some mark on his arm that he paid little attention to--what was the point in that anyway? 

He had been taught at a young age that the people in Hawkins, that people in general, were just going to leave him. What’s to say that this “soulmate” of his wasn’t going to do the same thing when he finally met her? 

He had Hellfire Club, he had his band, he had his Uncle.

Eddie Munson was fine. He didn’t need anything else. 

“Uh, dude, since when is your mark filled up?” his bandmate asked one day as they were setting up for practice. 

Eddie glanced down at his arm, thinking he was just being teased or something. But there it was, his soulmate mark was nearly halfway filled. 

“What the fuck?” he asked himself, shaking his hand as if he thought it was just a trick of the light. 

But no, the mark was still there. 

Still filled. 

He didn’t have time to deal with this. 86 was the year he was going to graduate high school, the year he was going to take his band to the next level. It was not the year he was going to meet his stupid soulmate. Wherever or whoever she was. 

“Whatever, let’s just get practice started.” 

You were working when Argyle got a call for a pizza delivery to the Byers-Hopper house. Normally, you’d let it go and wouldn’t push to go with him or anything. 

But it was like your gut was telling you something, as if you knew something was coming. 

You grabbed your bag as you walked out the door, claiming an emergency and quickly followed Argyle to the van. You tossed your own Surfer Boy Pizza visor off into the back of the van as you hopped into the truck beside Argyle and looked at him. 

“Dude.” He greeted, a nod of his head. 

What you liked about Argyle was that he wasn’t about to ask any questions. He didn’t see you hopping into the van as something that needed to be questioned. You were glad for that, as you didn’t know what you would even say in the moment. 

What you had to go into was nothing you imagined. 

Everything blurred together, the way Jonathan had run up to the car and scared Argyle so much you felt the car jump before Argyle caught the brake with his foot to stop the car from moving any further. 

The sight of Mike and Will nearly carrying a man with a gun strapped to his side into the van as they spoke in hushed tones about Eleven, about where she was. About what was going on. 

The gunshots chasing after you as the van drove off. 

You barely remember climbing into the back of the van and attempting to help with the dying man’s life, but you do remember stopping when he died and being glad that you hadn’t eaten anything that day yet. 

You felt sick. 

“What the fuck?” you said when you overheard the boys talking about where they needed to go. “Can one of you please explain. I don’t even know what’s going on here. Aren’t you just from fucking Indiana? What the fuck is happening?!” 

You got what you could only explain as the “quick explanation” version of what happened to them the past couple of years in Hawkins. Finally some things made sense. Why Jane--Eleven--seemed so sad. Why Joyce hadn’t gotten the chance to tell anyone about Jim. 

You couldn’t even mention that, how you knew he wasn’t dead. Because Joyce’s soulmark was still there. Maybe that’s where she’d gone after all. 

You hoped she got a happy end after all that she’d been through. 

That they all would. 

You didn’t know how to react, but you looked down at your soulmark and noticed it was a bit more than halfway filled. You rolled your eyes. Of fucking course your soulmate would somehow get you involved in this shitstorm. 

How would you thank him when you finally met? 

Eddie didn’t know what to do. When Chrissy died and he watched he was so filled with fear that it was going to happen to him next that the only thought in his mind was to get out of the trailer. 

Immediately after he was outside of the trailer and running away he thought about how cowardly that was and nearly stopped in his tracks, but couldn’t find it in himself to just stop running. 

When he found himself in the boat house of his friend--his dealer--he could breathe again finally. 

But the guilt stayed with him. 

Glancing down at his arm he sighed. 

Of course he was this close to meeting his soulmate. 

You didn’t exactly know who Suzie was other than Dustin’s girlfriend. They’d mentioned her a couple of times on the ride but it was hard to follow along with everything. You were trying to keep up with all of the names and everything in track in your mind. 

But your head was focusing on the fact that you were so close to meeting your soulmate. 

Suzie’s house was nothing like what you pictured it to be, but then again you didn’t know what to picture. 

Once again, everything felt like a big blur. You were going about the motions of everything as you wandered through it all. 

A hand grasped around your soulmark you were trying to hide it from everyone, as if that helped hide the fact that you were distracted. 

“You okay?” Jonathan asked, looking at you while the younger boys talked with Suzie. 

You nodded your head slightly. “Yeah. Just...processing.” Which wasn’t a total lie. You were processing, it was just a different part than what you were doing. 

Jonathan looked at you like he wanted to ask you something further, but he didn’t. 

When you all were back in the car with the answers, you rested back against one of the sides of the van and let the boys figure everything out while Argyle spoke to Jonathan who had taken over driving. 

You had to have fallen asleep because someone nudging you jolted you out your thoughts and you turned your head to the person who had done the nudging. Will was holding the map to you. 

“Oh, I don’t know anything about longitude and latitude. Other than the basic stuff. If you’re asking for a second opinion.” you replied, shrugging your shoulders as you sat up further and looked at him. 

“I was showing you that we figured it out.” Will said with a small smile. 

“Oh.” you replied. That made more sense. 

“Are you okay?” Will asked, looking to Mike and then back at you. 

You nodded with a smile. “Of course.” 

You had a big sense that something was going to happen, but you didn’t know what. 

That the whole course of your life was changing. 

Eddie being in the woods without anything seemed fitting. Of course it’s where he would end up. He just hoped that Dustin and the rest of them would be able to find him soon. He wasn’t a fucking fan of the woods--not anymore, not after everything that happened recently. 

Fuck it all, he wanted to say. 

Eddie Munson wasn’t a quitter though. 

He was a lot of things, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. Freak? Sure. Lazy? Probably. 

He was going to see this through, because he didn’t kill anyone. 

For some reason, looking down at his arm with the soulmark that was filling seemingly faster made it seem like he was going to have to be held accountable for other things too. 

For other people. 

Not just Hellfire, or the band, or his uncle. But maybe his soulmate--even if he didn’t know if he believed in it yet. Something was determined to get him to believe in the whole concept though. 

Eddie brushed the mark with his thumb and looked up as he waited for Dustin and everyone, a sigh passing his lips. 

You had never seen anything like this before. Though, you could say that for practically anything on this “adventure”. You were determined to not really call it that, but it was the only word that you could think of that would fit. 

The helicopter crashing was one thing, it was a movie scene coming to life before your very eyes. 

But the knowledge that Jane--Eleven--had caused it. You didn’t know how to handle that, how to live with that knowledge. 

You had so many questions, but watching as she interacted with the dying man she called Papa you knew now wasn’t the time for any of them. 

You didn’t know if there would ever be a time for any of the questions you had. 

Everyone got her into the van and suddenly the air weighed heavy with her words. 

It was as if the air was ripped from your lungs when you heard what she said. 

Die. 

You glanced down at your soulmark. 

Still there. 

Still filling. Thankfully. 

“Who’s going to die?” you found yourself asking, echoing the words already spoken. 

Everyone turned to look at you briefly, wondering why you--of everyone in the van--had asked the question. But you didn’t even know what to say if they asked the question, if they asked why you needed to know. 

Somehow you followed El’s vision of how she was going to piggyback into Max’s memories to get to the big evil mind of Vecna, but you still had questions. 

So many unanswered questions. 

At the Surfer Boy Pizza you couldn’t help but wander over to where El sat briefly when she was alone and you looked at her while she watched the boys work and Argyle making a pizza. 

“Is it just Max that’s in danger?” you asked softly, worry coursing through your voice as you whispered the words to her. 

She turned to look at you, like she didn’t know you’d sat down across from her in the small table and she blinked. “She called it cursed.” 

“Is Max the only one?” you repeated, nervously playing with your fingertips. 

“They’re all in danger.” El replied with a slight shake of her head. “They have a plan to fight him.” 

“To...fight the monster?” you asked. 

“He is not all monster.” El quickly snapped, fidgeting in her seat. “He was created to be that way.” 

“This...El, this might not be what you want to hear but what if he is all monster. Maybe he wasn’t always, but he might be now after all this time...” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t know, I just don’t know if I’d expect him to pull an Anakin instead of a Vader.” 

“I don’t understand.” El replied, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you. 

“Star Wars.” 

“Those are...movies?” she asked. You nodded. “Why do you...want to know if anyone else is in danger?” 

You moved your hand and showed her your arm, your soulmark. “It was nowhere near filled before. But it’s so close and now I’m...worried. I’ve got this fear, I don’t know how to explain it.” 

El looked at you and nodded her head. Like she knew what loss was like, and you knew that she did. “I will see what I can do. What I can learn.” she replied. 

“Thank you.” 

The moment Eddie cut the rope, he looked up at Dustin and almost mentioned his soulmate. But he hadn’t talked about it yet--not to anyone. That would have made it real. 

Eddie couldn’t handle the reality of a soulmate yet. 

As he chased the bats away from everything trying to give everyone time, trying to make up for everything he hadn’t been able to do for Chrissy--to make up for everything everyone thought he had done--he thought of his soulmate.

What was she like? Was she going to miss him? 

He expected it to be different. 

Dying, that is. 

Expected it to feel different--but then again, he’d pictured his death differently and at different times in his life and never expected it to happen in a different dimension or in this way. 

He felt his soulmark as he was losing consciousness and the last thing he heard was Dustin’s voice. 

The last thing he thought was that he’d never get to hear his soulmate’s voice. 

You felt the moment it happened. You heard and read stories of it happening to other people, but as you and the boys kneeled around the pizza dough freezer where El laid floating as she tried to fight off the evil but possibly not entirely evil Henry. 

You couldn’t look at the mark on your arm, knowing what you would see if you did. 

Instead you spoke, holding back tears and trying to keep the pain and emotion from your voice, “El, forget about what I said earlier. It doesn’t matter anymore. I just need you to do everything you can for everyone else.” 

You could feel eyes on you, like they wanted to ask what was happening. But you couldn’t look up at them yet. Couldn’t focus on them and El in the freezer at the same time. 

And if anyone needed your full attention right then, it was the younger girl in the freezer. 

You were on the other side of El while Mike spoke to her through the battle, squeezing her other hand and hoping it was enough to help her. 

You couldn’t lose somebody else today. 

Hawkins was nothing like you pictured and yet it was exactly like you pictured it too. 

When you pulled up to the Wheeler residence you watched as everyone greeted their loved ones and felt Argyle pull you into a hug too. 

“I didn’t want to be left out.” he said, which only made you laugh quietly. 

After introductions were made, the kids were all talking about everything that happened. You were wearing long sleeves, managed to find a jacket in the back of somewhere and hadn’t bothered to look at your soulmark since you felt it the other night. 

What was the point? 

“Oh, I know we need somewhere to hide El, but we kind of had to hide someone else at the cabin too. So...do you mind sharing the space?” Dustin asked, shrugging his shoulders and looking at his friend with a bit of a worried gaze. 

El shook her head. 

The group split up then, with Dustin, Steve, & Robin going to the donations and the rest of you going to the hospital to see Max. 

At least someone was saved. 

You didn’t know where to stand in the hospital room, but you looked around at everything and you wondered what it would have been like if this is how you met your soulmate. 

If he had only lived, would you be meeting him in a place like this? 

You felt awkward introducing yourself to Lucas and his sister, meanwhile Argyle had taken it upon himself to introduce himself as he walked in with a big hug. You liked that even in situations like this your friend Argyle ( because after all of this that you had been through together he was no longer just your coworker and sometimes friend ) was just himself all the time. 

After a while at the hospital, you knew that things were getting late and you all said goodbye with promises to visit tomorrow and probably everyday following. 

At the cabin, you looked around before you entered the space, “El, this is where you and your dad lived?” you asked. 

Nancy took a tentative step forward and opened the door slowly, “We didn’t have a chance to clean. We just needed a place for after everything happened yesterday. We didn’t think Eddie was going to make it.”

You stopped in your tracks and blinked, not that the name meant anything to you. But you felt something. You turned to look at El, who was looking at you like she knew what you were thinking. 

You pulled up the sleeve of your jacket, and there it was.

Filled in, practically all the way. Just a few more steps and it would be filled completely. 

You took a couple of steps forward, walking up the steps of the cabin, ignoring the fact that Nancy was trying to tell you to be quiet when you walked into the cabin. 

A mess of curls laid upright on a couch as you walked in, eyes half open as you walked in. He didn’t have a shirt on, bandages covered the lower half of his torso, and a blanket was lazily draped across his body as if someone had done it while he was already asleep. 

But he looked alert when he heard footsteps, trying to sit up straight and his eyes focusing on you. 

“You died, I felt you die.” you said quietly, tentatively walking into the cabin and ignoring everything else in the room--the open air to the top, the group of people behind you looking in. 

He looked at you, then looked down at his arm, then back up at you. “If it helps, I think I did die.” 

“That doesn’t make this any better.” you said, taking the final steps and sitting beside him on the couch, looking at him. “I thought I wasn’t going to get to meet you.”

“I thought I wasn’t going to hear your voice.” he said back. 

“I’m glad you’re alive.” you placed a hand on top of his. The hand of the arm that held your soulmark on top of the hand that held his.

“I’m Eddie, and I’m not sure I believe in soulmates. But, I guess I was wrong.” 

“I’m Y/N, and I’m glad we were both wrong.” 

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i am unfortunately caught up w vol 2 and i will be working on the requests i have now while also working on the current chapters i have to be written -- but for me requests take a higher note bc it’s y’all asking for it.