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Prompt: Stranger Things, El & Jonathan, mixtape
“I don’t know,” El says after he’s asked what kind of music she likes, her face wiped completely blank - and yeah, sure, it’s creepy, but mostly Jonathan just feels bad for yet again not thinking when it comes to her, cause of course she doesn’t, poor kid.
“Well, come look,” he says, pulling out his milk crate of albums, their sleeves as battered as he is from the trip across the country but still the best he’s got to offer her. “We can figure it out together.”