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β hurry up! weβre going to be late for the costume party! β (sorry if this sends twice!)
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It was no real secret that Nancy had always had a positive influence on Steve, being the initial spark of inspiration that propelled his personal growth forward because he felt that she had been the first person to really see him and give him a safe space to become a more authentic version of himself. True, they'd had their issues while he was still maturing but they had eventually grown back together and even now, he still felt that she continued to have a good influence on him.
Of course for all his growth and her good influencing, he could still be an idiot as she would sometimes affectionately call him. Case in point: His lack of urgency in getting ready for the Halloween party that their mutual friends had invited them to attend purely so he could have just a little more one-on-one time with her to himself before both their attention would be split as they socialized throughout the evening. Plus he'd be lying if he said he didn't find those little scolding looks she would give him whenever he was lagging behind on something incredibly endearing.
"What's the big rush? We can be a little late..." He throws back cutely with the most innocent little grin he could muster up on his face even though his tone held hints of being suggestive. Nancy, of course, was fully ready to go in her Charlie costume, which she look incredibly stunning in, while his Maverick one still laid across the bedspread waiting for him to ditch the towel and get his act together. Still ignoring it, he reaches out for her hands instead to tug her a little closer to the edge of the bed where he had been sitting since he got out of the shower. "We only need 5 minutes. Haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?"
@curlpower | continued from here.
It's nothing short of a miracle that Steve still manages to have any shirts left at all in his wardrobe because since getting back together with Nance, a good portion of them had gone mysteriously missing. He never went into her drawers but he was pretty sure if he did, he would find at least half a dozen of his shirts tucked neatly away inside of them like a collection of precious treasures. The evidence right in front of him speaks for itself with one of his favorite shirts fitting her much smaller frame more like a night gown. Apparently that's not the only thing she stole from him either as he's met with those big blue puppy dog eyes peering up at him; her version rivaling his own and he can't deny that it's just as effective when being used against him. "Using my own tactics against me? I don't believe it. You're not playing very fair, Nancy Wheeler." He accuses with a hint of teasing as she steps a little closer and into his personal space. Even if he wanted to be mad about the shirt, which he didn't, he couldn't be. Especially when she was being so convincing with her... arguments. "It's that comfortable, huh?" He wasn't even thinking about the shirt anymore, which was exactly the point and she damn well knew it too. "It does look good on you," he admits as he loops an arm around her waist and pulls her into him. Meanwhile his other hand came to rest along her leg, fingers slowly brushing along the skin just below the shirt's hem and riding the fabric up just a tad.
reminder that you're a truly gifted writer and it's been an absolute pleasure getting to rp with you so far! i hope you have a happy new year and a wonderful 2025! πΎ
This message is so genuinely sweet and it really made my day so thank you so much for sending it in!! Reminder that you are also a very gifted writer and story teller. You're such a nice person and I love having you as a writing partner and friend and so look forward to writing more! Hope you have a great Christmas (or Happy Holidays if you don't celebrate) as well as a Happy New Year!!!
@curlpower | a continuation of this
His favorite part of any day was coming home to the love of his life and smothering her in affection regardless of what she was currently busy with. Usually it was something college or work-related so Steve was rather pleased to see she had taken up a more relaxing task tonight. As much as he did love her ambition and dedication to her work, it was always nice to see her take more breaks from it too. It was all about the balance, after all.
"At long last," he murmurs softly against her ear before pressing his lips affectionately to the side of her temple above it. Keeping his arms looped around her waist, he briefly rests his chin atop her shoulder afterward as he takes a peek over at the sweet-scented treat she had been preparing. Before he can even ask what it is, she's already shifting around in his arms to face him and hand feed him a piece of it. "Alright." Needing no further prompting, he leans in to take a generous bite of the treat and chews it carefully for a moment. "Mmm," he hums his approval as he identifies the delicious concoction of peanuts, marshmallows, and chocolate among a few other add-ins. "I think that's the best damn Rocky Road I've ever had! I'm serious. You need to try it." Taking the other half of the treat from her with his teeth, he inclines forward to offer it back to her this time in his cutesy Steve-like way. A playful yet mischievous glint to his eyes as he does so, like he's making his own recreation of the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp.
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The early shift at Family Video was definitely Steve's least favorite to work. Not only was he not a morning person but it also feels like a crime having to untangle himself from a very cozy Nancy to get ready for the day. That itself was the worst part. As the alarm clock in their bedroom buzzes around 8 AM though, that's exactly what he is forced to do. And damn, does he hate it.
Steve lays there staring up at the ceiling for a good minute just trying to find the will to get moving. Sighing when he eventually does, he presses a soft loving kiss to the top of Nancy's head before he gently unwinds her arms that were draped over him and shifts her away from his torso. Careful to not wake her in the process. Then he scoots over to the edge of the bed and forces himself to leave the comfort of it to go get ready for work.
Returning to the bedroom after his shower, Steve approaches the dresser and starts to shift through the drawers for his work vest and something appropriate to wear it with. Settling on a blue polo shirt and jeans, he drapes the former over the back of a chair and drops the towel as he starts to get dressed. He only gets as far as pulling his jeans on when her voice breaks the silence and draws his attention.
Turning to her as he finishes buckling his belt, he cocks his head to the side and tosses a smirk her way. Because he knew the seemingly innocent invitation held malicious intent. It was very clear payback because this was a method that he used on her all the time when she was getting ready. Especially when he didn't have work and she had an early class.
"I can't believe you're using my own tactics against me." He teases as if this were the first time she was doing it. It was almost like a little game between them at this point. Of course, the difference here was that he was far easier to persuade over to the dark side. Chuckling at her shameless attempts, he slowly approaches the bed with his hands on his hips and gives her a playfully scolding look. "Aren't you supposed to be the responsible one?"
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Instinctively reaching for her as consciousness began to filter in, Steve is instead met with cold, empty sheets on her side of the bed. He opens his eyes to confirm her absence, feeling slightly disappointed and wondering if he had gotten her class schedule mixed up somewhere. He thought he had committed it to memory but maybe she just decided to leave earlier since he was frequently making her run nearly late. Shifting upward into a sitting position, he's suddenly hit with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafting through the cracked-open door from all the way downstairs. That's when it dawns on him that Nancy hadn't left.
Steve slips out of bed then, grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling those on before stepping out of their bedroom and following the aroma down to the kitchen. Nancy's back is to him as she busies herself with her task yet she appears to sense his quiet entry and acknowledges him with a simple statement. A soft smile forming, he strolls up closely behind her and places his hands gently upon her hips. "I see that. It smells fantastic." He murmurs in her ear as he brushes her curls aside with his hand so he can press a soft loving kiss to the side of her neck before slowly pulling away. "I'll set the table for us."
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Weekdays had a tendency to be a lot busier than initially expected. Steve was working full time shifts at the local Family Video and Nancy was attending classes throughout the week so most of their quality time together was in the evenings or the early morning before he had to go to work. Their equally busy schedules was an adjustment in itself on top of the whole moving-in together in a completely new and unknown area. It wasn't too bad though, especially since the weekend shift was someone else's problem and they could make up for all the lost time.
"What are you thinking?" Steve asks, arm draped around her as they laid in bed together with the entire day, responsibility-free, lying ahead of them. "We could check out the park, maybe break out the bikes for a ride? Or we could go bowling, haven't done that in... Well, ages. You made a few college friends, right? We could invite them out somewhere if you want." He shrugs lightly, just tossing out a few options while not wholly caring what they did so long as he got to spend time with her.
As Nancy vocalizes her desire to stay home with him though, he turns his head to look at her with a little grin tugging his lips. "Screw everything I just said, that sounds perfect," he replies before leaning in to kiss her tenderly, lingering against her lips for a moment or two before he pulls away to gaze at her with adoring eyes. "What movies are you thinking?"