♫I wanna be yours|| ~N.W.~♫ · Y/n story by @Littlebuggies

The final bell echoes through Hawkins High’s cavernous halls like a gunshot. Students flood out in waves, but Y/n takes their time, slow and deliberate. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, flickering in that way they always do near the gymnasium.

Steve Harrington

leaning against the row of metal doors, one hand casually above Nancy’s shoulder So I was thinking we could catch a movie. That new horror one everyone’s talking about.

Nancy Wheeler stands pressed against the cold metal, her arms crossed tight over her chest. Her brown eyes dart—not at Steve, but past him. Down the hall. Toward Y/n.

Nancy Wheeler

I don’t know, Steve. I’ve got a lot of homework.

Steve Harrington

grins, charming and oblivious C’mon, Nance. You can study after. It’ll be fun.

He doesn’t even notice her gaze slipping away again. Watching you. Tracking your slow approach down the hall.