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hopewritcs · 2 years

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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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