king steve

Steve Harrington. 18. College freshman

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Phone call ☎️ Steve ➝ Nancy

Nancy: A smile spread across her face, even though he couldn’t see it. “And you’re my king Steve Harrington.” It was true, he’d made he into the person she was today and after everything they’d been through together she knew she wouldn’t be the same without him. “Babe, it’s okay,” she whispered into the phone. She knew the others just wanted their chance to talk to their loved ones too. Nancy was still going on and on about the skirt when Steve breathed her name. “You want a private show? Should I bring a pair of pom poms with me to give you the full experience. You’re going to have to put a sock on the door and tell your roommate to stay away for a few hours,” the corner of her lip rose into a devilish grin. She knew she shouldn’t tease him like that but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. “I’m going to hold you to that Steve. There is no leaving me now.” Nancy laughed softly, after everything she knew either of them were going anywhere. “You’ve gotten pretty good at it! I don’t even worry about you getting hurt trying anymore. When’s your next game? I’ll come up and /cheer/ you on. If you sneak back in after dinner, I promise the climb will be worth it. — See I was hoping my Mom would have enough wine at dinner that she’ll be too tired to check on us. We’ll have some real alone time without having to worry about any intrusions.

Steve: Even if she didn't know it the fact that she had even uttered his name and the word king gave him a confidence boost he didn't know he needed. Sure in Hawkins he might have been known as being a king. He could be the guy that could do keg stands, the guy who threw parties when his parents were away. The guy with a nice car and who had the stats that made him popular on the court and off-- it was just that here in college it was like he was at the bottom of the barrel. He wasn't king Steve. Steve was that freshman who only got to come to practice and hardly ever got play time in an actual game. He was the guy that struggled to get the decent grades he needed. He was already thinking of getting a tutor even if they weren't going to be as good or as motivating as Nancy. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose he closed his eyes. His mind debated whether to really try to picture her in a short skirt and pom poms or to calm himself. "You're trying to kill me." He gulped down before he opened his eyes. Welp there went the image of Nancy in a skirt. A guy in just a towel coming from the showers made sure to erase that image. "I'll prove that you're the only one for me any time Nancy Wheeler." Before she was the one who would say her whole name but as of late he had gotten to the point of saying hers. Her complete name was just a way of him remembering her completely. The girl that had him even if she was hundreds of miles away. The only girl who could have him smiling on the phone this much no matter how grueling of a day he'd had. "It's all bout practice. And not flailing when you're trying to get up there. I'm sharing my ninja secrets with you." He smiled. "Next game? I think it's in five days or something." He knew exactly how many days but again it wasn't like he was starting the game or anything. There were seniors just waiting to be draft picks that would kill him before he ever got to start a game before him. "So no need to put a sock on the door then?" He took the jab at her for teasing him about his effective system with his roommate.

[kingstevehcrrington]

Phone call ☎️ Steve ➝ Nancy

Nancy: “Hell yeah!” she giggled once more, shaking her head at her own nonsense. “It is but you’re not here to call me your queen … and I’d hate to hear what the guys behind you would do if they overheard you calling me that!” They already thought it was whipped enough without her adding fuel to the fire. “It definitely beats princess though! I always hated being called that, it makes me cringe. It’s just so— so… condescending! Especially coming from assholes like Tommy.” She may have had a cushy life but by no means did she have it as easy as everyone thought. Her house was her own personal nightmare, one she swore she’d never find herself in again. “You really think so?” Steve had always hung out with jocks and idiots before, it wasn’t surprising that she’d be smarter than them. But things had changed in the last year, he’d met new people and even gone off to college. Somehow that statement meant much more to her now than it had when they first met. “I’m glad I didn’t have to wait too long either. God only knows what kind of riff raff I would have ended up with if you’d kept me waiting much longer,” she chuckled softly. Steve and Nancy were complete opposites when they’d first met, never in a million years had she thought she’d catch his eye. The nerds loved her, but the jocks? No way! “Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington’s Queen Cheerleader. it does have a nice ring to it actually! I’ve been your personal cheerleader for a long time and you know it. Maybe I’ll find myself a nice little skirt and wear it next time I visit.” There was a devilish smirk on her face as she thought of how distracting she might be to him in it. “I do love you.. even if you are a pain in my ass!” At one time she may have hesitated when saying those words to him. But now they fell from her lips so naturally, there was no denying how much she’d fallen for Steve over the past few years. “You’re going to have to sneak back into my window on thanksgiving and find out.” Her voice was low and soft as she spoke, as if wanting to make sure he was on the only one that heard that.

Steve: "Forget the guys behind me. You are a queen Nancy Wheeler." One guy repeated what he said in a mocking tone while someone else groaned about needing to use the phone. Stepping away for a bit with the earpiece nearly glued to his ear he started in on the guy who had repeated after him. "Will you give us a little privacy here? You don't hear me listening in on your calls do you?" His hair seemed to move with him in anger as he brought his undivided attention back towards the wall and to his girlfriend. He only really caught the last bit about the cheerleader comment and a short skirt causing his eyebrows to move towards his hairline. As if Nancy wasn't hot enough he often got to see a side of her that no other guy had. This sexy, flirty side she brought out. "Nance." He had talked to her before about her getting him riled up while they talked on the phone. "You can wear whatever you want but if you're going to do the short skirt... you know we can just keep that like a private show or something." He mumbled his words into the phone not sure if she really understood what he was saying. Running his hands through himself and telling his body to calm down with the racing thoughts of Nancy in a short skirt he smiled knowing she really did love him. "I'll take what I can get. I'm going to be the pain in your ass til the end of time Nancy Wheeler. Better get used to it." He looked at the clock knowing how long he had been on the phone. "Sneak back in? You sure? It's not like I don't know how to do it. Besides, all the practice I've been getting for basketball I can probably climb up there faster." It wasn't like her dad really noticed any time he did sneak in. He was almost sure that he had never seen him in other places of the house than the lay-z-boy and the dinner table. Karen on the other hand. She was a bit more observant. "Just maybe lock the door this time since we don't want your mom catching us."

[kingstevehcrrington]

Phone call ☎️ Steve ➝ Nancy

Nancy: was the poster child for a girl in love. There she was laying in bed, a smile from ear to ear as she played with her hair and talked to the boy she loved. It was like a scene straight out of a movie… except that boy wouldn’t be crawling through her window later that night, even if she wished he would. “I am pretty popular now, I’ve got lots of people who want to talk to me. Now that you and Billy have graduated and that turf war is over.. some might even say I’m the new Queen of Hawkins!” The brunette giggled away as she teased him. It was so far from the truth but was at least funny to think about. “You always say that,” Nancy mumbled into the phone. Steve was always the one to encourage her and give her the much needed pep talk before her tests. No matter how much she studied she never felt ready for anything. “Not this time! This time I was too busy waiting for my very own Tom Cruise to call me. How can a girl study with a distraction like that?” Nancy really did hate the distance between them. She’d actually enjoyed helping him with his essays and tests, she’d felt like it’d brought them a little closer. “I’m sure it was great, Steve. Your writing has gotten so much better, you hardly even need me to proofread your work anymore!” Now she was the one trying to boost his morale and make him feel better about his work. “Only for the pie and my Mom? Remind me again why I invited you?” she asked with a laugh. “If you play your cards right I might even bake a second pie for you to take back to Illinois with you! It'll cost you though..." Nancy smirked.

Steve: "Queen? Really," he chuckled. The thought of how many people had called him king and how much his life had changed since he had first gained the nickname. Still the thought of someone calling her a queen in general made him smile. "Isn't it supposed to be my job to call you queen? It's better than princess, right?" He had hated whenever Tommy called her a princess, but at least things seemed better now. "I say it because it's true. Nance you're the smartest person I know." Her intelligence was always something he admired. Her grades showing that it was possible for her to have looks and beauty. "But I guess if you were waiting for your Tom Cruise I'm just glad you didn't have to wait too long." As long as they had waited he still felt some sort of agony at not being physically with her-- helping her study or even just watching her as she went over her pile of flash cards. "You sure you don't wanna add cheerleader to that queen title? All you need is the skirt right now." The thought of Nancy in a skirt that short already had him smiling. "Because you love me, that's why." Steve didn't even need her to say it any more. He didn't need her to actually say that she loved him. It was something he just knew. You didn't stay with someone for that long unless you actually did love them. "Oh yeah, well I do really want another pie so .. what do I have to do?" He licked his lips already knowing he would do anything not just for the pie but for her.

[kingstevehcrrington]

Phone call ☎️ Steve ➝ Nancy

Nancy: Nancy was laying in bed, stewing over her english notes before tomorrow’s test. Usually she’d be more prepared but she was a little distracted lately. It seemed like every time she went to study she couldn’t help but think about whether or not Steve was going to call and when he did finally call her attention shifted to him and not the cue cards in front of her. While it had never been easy to study while Steve was around, she was starting to think that even his strip-studying method was more affect than whatever she was doing right now. When the phone next to her bed finally rung a bright smile spread across her face. Closing her books she sat up and picked up the phone, “Hello?” She gave it a second, hearing a mix of voices on the other end. “Steve? Hi, I was hoping it was you!” Her cheeks already beginning to hurt from how big her smile was. “You know— You don’t have to say ‘it’s Steve’ when you call. I do know your voice pretty well by now.” Nancy chuckled softly, finding it kind of cute that he did still say it after all this time. The brunette was about to tell him how much she missed him when the row of guys behind him began teasing him for sounding whipped. “Sometimes I forget you’re standing in a hallway full of people when we talk. So much for privacy huh? You can be sure to tell them I miss you too… and tell them to be nice while you’re at it!” Nancy laid back down on her bed, making herself comfortable as she tried to pretend like Steve was there in the room with her to make this feel like a normal night. Like how things used to be. “I’m alright, I’m a little worried about my english test tomorrow. I’m not half as ready as I should be.. I’ll be up half the night trying to memorize this stuff.” There was a hint of defeat in her voice, Nancy was always harder on herself than she should be. “How are you? You’re still coming home next week right? I already told my Mom we’d make apple pie for dinner.”

Steve: already smiling as Nancy's voice came on the other end he hit his fist gently against the wall. She probably would never know how much her voice calmed him. At least for now while she was on the phone with him he knew she was safe, he knew that he was happier. "Well I hope you know what my voice sounds like," he grinned. "Someone else can call you," he teased not even in a jealous sense. He knew he could be a jealous and protective person, but they both had already gone through that and made it out the other side. Brushing off what she said about what to tell the guys he knew nothing he said would get them to stop. "Nance, come on. You've got this," he reassured her. "You're always way too prepared anyway." This coming from the guy who had luckily gotten into college to begin with. "You're gonna be great." Steve made sure to pause so that his statement could sink in. "I'm good. I had this thing to turn in today but I don't know. It's probably not that good so we'll see." Things were a bit harder knowing that Nancy wasn't there to mark up and revise his papers. "Well yeah," he leaned his back against the wall. It seemed impossible to stop moving, his energy just through the roof any time he was on the phone with Nancy. "I'll be there, but only for the pie," he teased. "And to see your mom. Not because I want to see my girlfriend."

[kingstevehcrrington]

Phone call ☎️ Steve ➝ Nancy

Steve: After standing in line for the phone for nearly an hour he wasn't even sure what he wanted to tell his girlfriend. Was he going to just recount his day? Honestly nothing that exciting happened without her, but there he was. Standing in front of the rotary phone that he and about forty other guys shared. A line still behind him of guys wanting to call their moms or other girlfriends they needed to contact. He had heard how the lines would be shorter after thanksgiving. The classic "turkey drop" where plenty of couples broke up. Still as he heard the phone ring he couldn't picture ever breaking up with Nancy. "C'mon. Pick up. Pick up." Thankfully he knew that Nancy had her own personal line. The thought of the blue phone ringing brought a smile to his face. "Nancy?" His voice already excited at the silence of the ringing. "Nancy?" He repeated just in case she didn't hear him the first time. "Hey, it's Steve." Was there even a point to mentioning who it was? Maybe he wasn't the only person calling her. Already he ran his hands through his hair. He finally felt like he could breathe again. "I miss you." He started. Already the plenty of guys behind him made whipping noises. "Shut up!" he yelled as he moved the receiver away from his mouth. "Sorry," he moved closer to the wall holding up the phone. "Not you. The guys. They're being jerks." Steve didn't even want to look back at the few males making kissing noises. "How are you? Everything okay?" His voice muffled as he asked just to mask the genuine concern he had towards the girl he loved.