18 (19 in October), loves 80s music, loves joe keery, st, stancy, steven yeun, sebastian stan, scarjo, winterwidow, marvel, twd, the rookie, invincible, wwe, rhea ripley, steddie, ronance, jade west, beck oliver, bade

i’ve only ever been to two concerts… one when i was turning 5 and recently seen yungblud on may 1st.

i am slowly transitioning into a goth girl.

i’ve only met two celebrities in my life and that is mr. roary from the lions and danhausen from wwe.

i’ve seen marvel movies in theaters, which is avengers: age of ultron, captain america: civil war, captain marvel, doctor strange: multiverse of madness, thor: love and thunder, deadpool & wolverine, captain america: brave new world, thunderbolts* and fantastic four: first steps

i’ve only been to one wwe event, which was on dec. 30th, 2025 and i’m planning on going to raw on jul. 20th.

i plan on seeing yungblud every year and also seeing djo in concert

Summary: Steve and Nancy decide to go to the beach for their one year anniversary of getting back together.

Warnings: Just fluff, 18+, kissing

Words: 883

"You ready to go?" Steve called as he carried their bags downstairs.

"Almost!" Nancy replied from her home office. "I just need to finish this article."

Steve set the bags by the front door and made his way to her office. Leaning against the doorframe, he smiled.

"Baby, you know you can finish when we get back, right?"

Nancy swiveled her chair to face him. "I know, but the deadline is tomorrow, Steve, and we'll be at the beach all weekend. I'm almost done. I promise."

Steve let out a dramatic sigh before walking over to her. He bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Okay. But don't work too hard."

Nancy smiled into the kiss. "I won't."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Steve started to walk away before stopping in the doorway.

"You've got five minutes to finish that article, or I'm leaving without you."

Nancy laughed. "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

He grinned and leaned back into the doorway.

"You are beautiful, Nancy Wheeler."

A blush spread across Nancy's cheeks as Steve disappeared down the hall.

Outside, Steve loaded the last of their bags into the back of his truck. Once everything was packed, he slipped a small velvet ring box from his jacket pocket.

He opened it carefully, smiling at the diamond sparkling inside.

This was it.

After one year of dating again, he was finally going to ask Nancy Wheeler to marry him.

Lost in thought, he didn't hear the front door open.

"What are you looking at?"

Steve's head shot up.

Nancy was walking toward him with a curious smile.

"Oh—nothing." He quickly snapped the ring box and slipped it back into his pocket.

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah," Steve said with a nervous smile. "I'm sure."

He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her softly. After a moment, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

"Now get in the truck before we're late."

Nancy smiled. "Yes, sir."

She turned and walked toward the passenger side. As she reached the door, Steve gave her a playful smack on her ass.

Nancy jumped and gasped. "Steve!"

He burst out laughing. "What? I couldn't fucking resist!"

Nancy shook her head, trying not to laugh herself.

"You're impossible."

"And yet, you still love me."

"I do," she admitted with a smile.

Steve climbed into the driver's seat while Nancy settled into the passenger seat. He started the truck, reached across the center console, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Ready?"

Nancy squeezed his hand.

"Ready."

Steve smiled, backed out of the driveway, and together they headed toward the beach—and the surprise that would change their lives forever.

Steve pulled the truck into the hotel parking lot and turned off the engine. He glanced over at Nancy with a smile. "We’re here."

"Finally!" Nancy laughed as she climbed out of the truck and stretched her arms over her head. "That three-hour drive felt like forever."

Steve got out and walked around to her side.

"Tell me about it." He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "I’m going to check us in, okay?"

"Okay."

Nancy watched him jog toward the hotel lobby.

A few minutes later, Steve returned, twirling the room key on his finger. "We’re all set.”

Nancy was staring out toward the ocean, a soft smile spreading across her face as the waves rolled onto the shore.

"Nance?"

“Hm?" She turned to him. "Oh. You’ve got the key."

Steve nodded but noticed the distant look in her eyes. “Everything okay?"

Nancy looked back at the water. "Yeah… it’s just…" she shrugged. “Jonathan never really wanted to come to the beach. He was always busy taking pictures or working on something."

Steve slipped his hand into hers. "Well, I’m not Jonathan." He smiled warmly. "And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend a day at the beach with than you.”

Nancy’s smile grew. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I like the sound of that.”

She squeezed his hand before grinning. “Now can we go grab our stuff? I really want to get in the water.”

Steve chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

He grabbed their bags from the truck, and together they headed toward their hotel room.

The moment they stepped inside, Nancy grabbed her beach bag. “I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom wearing her favorite new bikini.

Steve looked up—and immediately forgot what he was doing. He smiled, shaking his head. “Wow…”

Nancy raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You look fucking gorgeous, Nance.”

A blush crept onto her cheeks. “Stop.”

“I’m serious,” he walked over, resting his hands gently on her waist. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Nancy smiled before her eyes drifted down to his swim trunks. She laughed. “Really? Those old swim trunks again?”

Steve looked down at them. “What? These are classics.”

“They’re ancient.”

“They’re lucky.”

Nancy couldn’t help but laugh. “You could’ve bought a new pair.”

“I could have,” Steve admitted with a grin, “but I know these are your favorite.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “God, I fucking love you.”

“Oh, I know.”

“I know you do.”

361 words

Steve knocked on the front door of the Wheeler house.

"Ted! Get the door!" Karen called from the kitchen.

"You get the door!" Ted shouted back from his recliner.

Karen sighed. "Ugh." She walked over and opened the front door. "Steve?"

"Hi, Mrs. Wheeler," Steve said with a polite smile. "Is Nancy home?"

"Nancy!" Karen called up the stairs. "Steve's here to see you!"

"Coming!" Nancy replied.

A moment later, she stepped out of her bedroom, walked downstairs, and met Steve at the front door.

"Hi, Steve."

"Hi, Nance." He smiled nervously. "Can we talk? If that's okay."

"Of course."

Nancy stepped outside, and Steve followed her onto the front porch. They stood in the warm evening air for a moment before Steve finally spoke.

"I've been wanting to talk to you ever since you got back from Boston."

"Steve..."

"Just... let me say this first." He took a deep breath. "I broke up with Kristen because you're the one I want. You're my girl, Nance. You're the person I see my future with. No matter how hard I tried to move on. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Nancy's expression softened, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

"Oh, Steve..." she said quietly. "When Jonathan and I broke up. I told him I'd moved on from you. But it wasn't true." She looked into his eyes. "I still like you, and I've never said it, but I love you. I see my future with you."

Steve couldn't help but smile.

"I can picture us together," Nancy continued with a laugh. "Maybe not with six kids, though."

Steve laughed too. "No?"

She shook her head. "Four sounds much more realistic."

"Four it is." He grinned. "Honestly, having four daughters with you sounds like the greatest future I could ask for."

Nancy smiled. "I think I'd like that."

She stepped closer and gently kissed him.

Steve smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her before they slowly pulled apart.

"How about this?" he said. "We stay here in Hawkins, find an old farmhouse, and raise our four girls here."

Nancy's eyes lit up.