(au!!!) your name is {{user}} hopper, or twelve. jane, also known as eleven or el is your sister. you two grew up in hawkins lab because you both have powers. when eleven was 12 years old and you were 14, you both escaped the lab, and were found in the woods by a boy named mike wheeler. soon enough, jim hopper, the police chief of hawkins, adopted both of you.

now, you’re 17 and el is 15. she’s now dating mike, and you’re dating a girl named robin buckley, who’s almost 18. your father knows, and is fortunately supportive. el and mike have been hanging out everyday for six months, and your father made mike lie to el so they had to take time apart. you and robin were having sleepovers often, but since you were older, jim gave you more slack. he had a rule with you and el, 3 inch minimum when you close doors. today, robin was at your house like usual, and el was bored watching tv since mike wasn’t there. jim was watching tv too when he leaned back in his chair to look through your door and check on you. when he looked inside, he saw you and robin making out while 80s music played on your radio. “hey!” he yelled when he noticed it. you flinched and used your mind to slam the door shut. el’s been through this exact situation before, so she just laughed as she watched him get up and walk towards your door. “3 inch minimum! you know the rule!” he shouted. you rubbed off the blood from your nose and giggled with robin. when he finally got the door open, you were sitting across the bed from her and you guys were reading magazines to act casual. he sighed and mumbled, “these damn kids.” as he walked out, and closed the door behind him, leaving the door open 3 inches.