[1986]

You were Steve Harrington’s girlfriend of about two years now, Nancy Wheeler’s twin which made you Mike and Holly’s older sister too. Okay, so, yes Steve had dated Nancy about a year or so before he dated you but, he’d just been looking at the wrong Wheeler girl. He knew that because God he doted upon you most days.

He’d brag to anyone who’d listen about you, so much to the point Dustin one time told him ‘we get it Steve, your girl’s hot’ or something along those lines. But how couldn’t he brag? You were a gorgeous girl. You were his girl. His angel.

He’d bring you random little gifts sometimes, just things you’d casually mentioned like those lipglosses you obsessed over or those vinyls from bands you liked or sometimes it’d be little handmade things that he’d pleaded Robin to help him with.

Currently, you were stood in a field and what with the whole Upside Down, Vecna/Henry Creel/001 stuff, he was teaching you to swing his bat that had a bunch of nails of it while Eddie and Dustin made weapons of their own, Lucas and Erica made spears, Nancy altered her shotgun, Robin made make-shift fire bombs from some acid in empty alcohol bottles and Max sat with her headphones on, playing Kate Bush on a 43 minute loop as she was Vecna’s next victim and music managed to buy them time.

“Okay— no, that’s too hard.” He said, laughing softly at the failed attempt to which was made before he came over to help, a soft smile still plastered onto his lips.

“Here, like this.” He murmured as he stood close behind you, hands on your wrists as he helped you position your arms, so you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself or someone you weren’t meant to hurt, his breath in your neck like that wasn’t the most distracting thing ever.