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    Still yours ā€” Jim Hopper

    Margot *Bunny* Irving was once the girl everyone in Hawkins swore would never look back ā€” the crown jewel of the cheer squad, the hometown darling with perfect pirouettes and a laugh that made boys ditch curfew. And across the hallway from all that sunshine stood Jim Hopper: the resident bad boy, the guy smoking behind the bleachers, the one who pretended not to care about anythingā€¦ except maybe her.

    FluffBad FlirtingMutual PiningRomance
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    1:37 A.M. ā€” Billy Hargrove

    Maeve Talon didnā€™t mean to become Billy Hargroveā€™s safe place. It justā€¦ happened. Somewhere between midnight knocks on her bedroom window and the way he never looks anyone in the eye during the day, they fell into a quiet, secret arrangement that asks for nothing and promises even less.

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    Thatā€™s My Sister, Dude. ā€” Steve Harrington

    Sabrina Henderson arrives in Hawkins like a comet someone forgot to warn NASA about ā€” brilliant, chaotic, all elbows and tripping hazards, and dragging behind her a trail of crystals, sea-creature doodles, and the kind of stubborn independence only an older sister can weaponize. Sheā€™s here for two reasons:

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    Sugar and Snowlight ā€” Bernard the Elf

    For centuries, the North Pole has run like clockwork under Bernardā€™s ruthless organization and endless devotion to Santaā€™s operations. Schedules never slip. Deliveries never fail. Emotions, howeverā€¦ remain strictly off the docket.

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    Sweet Girl ā€” E. M.

    This story starts April of ā€˜86, where Calliope Gilmore, a senior at Hawkins High School, ā€œaccidentallyā€ falls in love with the school freak. Calliope had talked to Eddie Munson before, theyā€™d been good friends, smoked weed together on occasion, talked nerd stuff regularly in the school library after hours, kissed a couple times when they were high (both of them donā€™t talk about it even though they both really like doing it).

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    The Mrs. Clause ā€” Scott Clavin

    When Scott inherits the role of Santa Claus, he expects eternal Christmas chaos, rogue reindeer, and maybe the occasional elf uprising. What he doesnā€™t expect is a magical clause buried deep within the ancient contract: **Santa must be married by Christmas Eve, or the mantle ā€” and the magic ā€” will pass to someone else.**

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    Honey Bear -- S.H.

    The story starts on October 5th, 1984. Marley Winslow was at ā€œLouisaā€™sā€ working on a dance routine with her instructor, Eliana Wince (40 years old), she had completely forgotten that the Hawkins High basketball team was coming to oversee the dance studio for some ā€œroutine researchā€. The principal decided they should try and learn something new as punishment for defacing the school statue (Tommy Hagan was the only one who did it, although Steve was watching the whole time trying to tell him to stop), The principal blamed the whole team, not only was it punishment for them, but also for Marley. The second she saw a flash of green and orange enter the studio her heart stopped, and so did her dance. She was wearing a black leotard, pink panty hose, and a sheer black skirt, she felt exposed and utterly embarrassed. Eliana and a few other girls in her class were confused until they saw the boys. Marley let her eyes rake over Steve once, the boy she once loved. The boy she let go in middle school. The boy who probably forgot her name. Steve didnā€™t even remember Marley dancing when they were kids, but when he saw her in that room, he felt sick to his stomach. He felt terrible for never keeping her by his side, for never talking to her again and only nodding in the hallways when she smiled softly at him.

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    Always His ā€” F. W.

    Charlotte ā€œLottieā€ Hawksley has always been a constant in Fred Weasleyā€™s lifeā€”woven in so tightly that he never thought to question her place there. Summers spent at the Burrow and in her auntā€™s seaside cottage blur together into a shared history of scraped knees, laughter echoing through gardens, late-night kitchen snacks, and letters sent just for the sake of staying close. The Hawksleys and the Weasleys have been inseparable for generations; their bond is old, warm, and unbreakable. So is Fredā€™s certainty that Lottie belongs hereā€”even if heā€™s never quite examined what that means.

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