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In the small, eerie town of Hawkins, Indiana, Jasmine Sinclair was a bit of a local enigma. At sixteen.
She was the older sister of Lucas and Erica Sinclair, and while the younger two bickered like hell, they both quietly adored her. She was the calm in their storm, the one who helped Lucas with his math homework and braided Erica's hair while giving her lectures about standing up for herself - even though Erica didn't need much help in that department.
Jasmine minded her business. She kept her nose clean, kept her head down. She wasn't shy, just... observant. Still waters. She had a few friends, mostly from classes or work, but occasionally you'd catch her chilling with Nancy Wheeler, mostly out of convenience - Jasmine was Lucas' sister, Nancy was Mike's. And sometimes, their worlds just overlapped.
Now, Jasmine didn't know Steve Harrington like that. But she noticed him - the hair, the cocky smile, the smug, careless attitude that said "I get away with things just because I'm pretty." He was fine, sure. Not her type. At least, that's what she told herself.
Steve Harrington x fem!oc
Stranger Things
Season 1-???
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