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burnin’ for you

pairing: steve harrington x nancy wheeler

warnings/tags: rockstar!steve harrington x high school sweetheart&rockstar gf!nancy wheeler, they’re sooooo in love, steve’s biggest show, lots and lots of fluff!

summary: steve’s biggest show is about to take place and he’s more nervous than ever. but, nancy can’t help but calm his nerves

word count: ~3k

notes: happy stancy week!!!! todays prompt: au!!! shoutout to @echoing-oursong for this stancy week <3

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Nancy’s eyes scanned the audience. Teenage girls crowded the barricade, pushing and shoving begging to get a taste of their favorite band. Nancy’s fingers tapped against her forearm, tracing her red-hot nails against her leather jacket. His leather jacket. The same jacket she’s worn since senior year of high school when she found it buried in his closet.

The dark fabric hugged her skin, engulfing her in warmth to combat her goosebumps. Nancy was nervous. It was her first time getting to witness the concert. Standing on the sidelines, she felt awkward with a backstage pass draped around her neck. The thin fabric of the pass made her neck itch, hairs standing up whenever a gust of wind from the nearby fans blew.

Backstage was a whole different experience. He brought her there, crowning her with the lanyard. He showed her around, keeping his hands steady on her waist for two reasons: to keep her safe and show everyone Nancy was his. The small act always made her blush, her fair skin exploding in shades of red and energy jolting throughout her body.

Her eyes stayed glued to the crowd, trying to steady her breathing. The sounds echoed out, tunnel vision on the soft chanting and quiet conversations between friends in the crowd. Nancy’s eyesight grew to shake, searching back and forth. Her heart began to race, thumping against her chest as she continued to rub her arms for some comfort.

The crowd was growing antsy. Nancy couldn’t help but grin at their reactions, pushing and shoving each other and trying not to drop their phones. It reminded her of times she would frequent concerts with her friends, jittery to see the main act in all their glory.

“Hi,” A voice whispered from behind, breathing into her ear.

Nancy gasped, spinning around to see who spooked her. Her eyes immediately calmed at the sight of him, the butterflies in her stomach erupting.

She couldn’t help but catch sight of his grin. Lips curled, soft and screaming at Nancy to kiss them. Then she noticed his eyes, dark and full of love. Nancy could practically see his heart beating out of his chest, indicating his love for the girl.

“Steve.” Nancy finally spoke, voice still full of innocence just like from the day they met.

The boy towered over her, staring down at his girlfriend. Hair tossed back, a bit shorter on the sides yet thick with dark locks. The freckles on his neck remained small and good enough to kiss. Nancy loved to nibble on them, marking her territory in the most innocent way imaginable. She noticed the faint splotches on his neck, making her smile from ear to ear.

“Hi, princess.” Steve purred, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Nancy exhaled, eyes closing as his lips lingered on her face.

“Stop with the nicknames.” She shoved his chest playfully, gasping softly as he caught her wrist.

Steve’s hand lingered, thumb caressing against her pulse. He pulled Nancy in, their bodies pressed against each other’s. Steve still held a firm grip on her wrist, his smirk growing the more Nancy’s breath grew shallower. Her painted red lips made his heart swell, emotions coursing through his veins at the mere sight of her. All Nancy had to do was exist and it was enough for Steve to confess his feelings for her all over again.

“Never.” Steve teased, his breath hot against her forehead. He traveled down, lips parting against her cheek and peppering kisses along her face. Nancy squirmed, soft giggles escaping from her mouth.

“Steve!” She exclaimed, trying her best to be released from his grip. However, it was no use because her giggles made Steve hungry for more, the kissing growing short and feverish.

“Hmm?” He asked with sarcasm dripping in his question. He pulled back for a moment, coming face to face with his girlfriend. Steve’s familiar grin returned, eyes glued to the only thing that mattered most in the world: Nancy Wheeler. “I can’t help the nicknames, I think they’re fun.”

“Okay, princess.” Nancy giggled, working up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck.

Steve followed her lead, his hands gripping her waist. He walked her backward, leaning Nancy up against the nearest wall. Nancy followed suit, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “You’re beautiful, Nancy Wheeler.” His words were drenched in honey, smooth and sweet.

Nancy arched as his hand reached for the small of her back. He drew small circles, inhaling the sweet scent of Nancy as he leaned down. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.” Steve retorted.

Reality snuck back in the moment the sound of someone clearing their throat entered the area. The couple looked over, locking eyes with their friends and fellow bandmates.

“You gonna stop canoodling your girlfriend so we can perform?” Robin asked, adjusting her earpiece.

Nancy and Steve looked at one another, exchanging soft giggles before releasing each other. Steve moved first, running a hand through his hair while Nancy pressed down on her skirt.

Nancy’s baby blue eyes lingered on the band, watching as they did their preshow rituals. She couldn’t help but watch Billy the most, considering his superstitions revolved around the fact that he had to count to 100, taking a sip from his flask whenever he hit each 10 mark.

Steve’s eyes fell onto Nancy, his jitters erupting for a completely different reason. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she was wrapped up in his leather jacket. His eyes squinted, admiring the way Nancy’s hair cascaded down her back and was pulled back into a loose half up half down hairstyle. She tied the look together with a white bow, the soft color matching her tones of red.

Nancy felt a pair of eyes on her, causing her to look toward the source. She found him, standing there in his fitted white t-shirt and light-washed jeans. Hair floppy and untouched, yet sat perfectly upon his head. Nancy was always jealous of how effortless Steve was. He had this suave complexion, smooth and cool to the touch. It didn’t help that he played guitar for a living and grew up surrounded by the best music of all time. On top of that, he owned countless instruments to learn, scoring extra ‘cool’ points.

Yet, Steve picked her.

Nancy, who seemed to be too sizes too small to fit into his jacket. Nancy, shy and soft-spoken when it comes to meeting new people. Nancy, who came off as a total bitch when in reality she was an unapologetic introvert. Nancy, who surprisingly knew her way around a gun and smoked cigarettes like it was no one’s business.

The appeal to Steve started early in life. Middle school, Steve had made his way over to Hawkins, Nancy’s hometown. He moved with his family, settling in the small town and immediately earning himself a spot in the Hawkins Hall of Fame. Steve took the world by storm, with girls wrapped around his finger and boys wanting any chance to be close to him.

Yet, Nancy stuck out the most to him.

The mutual pining between the two started slow. Nancy developed her crush the moment she laid eyes on him. It was his hair and dark eyes that exposed her to her sexual awakening. At that moment, Nancy always left a spot in her heart for Steve. She dated around, but no one ever quite filled the void of Steve Harrington. It was hard for her to let go of her crush, thus forcing her to squash it deep, deep into her heart. On the other hand, Steve’s love came much later in life. It took him until his sophomore year of high school to truly see Nancy in all of her glory.

Their friendship developed, quickly turning into requited feelings for one another. Steve taught her how to play guitar on the weekends while Nancy tutored him twice during the week. They watched movies together, which escalated to the point where Steve insisted he take Nancy to see the new Molly Ringwald movie. She had been Nancy’s favorite actress.

The endless nights turned into occasional sleepovers, Nancy’s thin body draped over Steve’s sometimes. They shared their first kiss during a rewatching of Sixteen Candles. Steve couldn't help but kiss her, especially with the way her eyes glowed in the shadow of the television set. They remained casual with one another, continuing their movie marathons, and never shared a kiss ever again.

But, next thing she knew, Nancy was sitting on Steve Harrington’s lap in the back of his BMW in the drive-in. The faint sound of The Smiths played in the background, making Nancy hot and heavy for Steve. Their relationship bloomed, sprouting into what it is today. Years later, they were still as in love back then as they are now.

Nancy can’t control the blushes whenever Steve enters the room. And Steve could barely contain his excitement whenever Nancy looked his way. It was endearing yet disgusting to Steve’s bandmates.

The only one who found it charming was Robin. She loved Nancy, adopting her as her built-in best friend. It did help that Robin had been there from the beginning, right with Steve and Nancy. Steve and Robin started their band from scratch and eventually worked their way up into the college scene of garage bands. Thus, recruiting new members to their team and recording a few demos.

It was Nancy’s idea to do an album. Steve grew up with the idea of becoming a rockstar, but he thought it would just turn into a hobby. However, his luck was changed the day Nancy Wheeler walked into his music life, brought passion into his world and word vomited all over pages and pages of notebook papers. She was his muse in a sense, but everyone around him knew that. It was endearing, sweet and everyone knew Nancy wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

The world would crash and burn, according to Robin.

“Are you nervous?” Nancy asked, staring at Steve with her signature doe eyes.

Steve began to crack his knuckles—pointer, ring, pointer, middle, thumb, pinky, pointer—his pre-show ritual. Nancy could sense the shift in the atmosphere, Steve’s eyebrows pinching together with a matching pursed lip. “Of course not.” Of course he was.

Their band had blown up out of the blue. At work, Nancy had heard their song playing for the first time on the radio. She tried her hardest not to scream her head off considering she was in the quiet comfort of her desk at the Hawkins Post. It took everything in her, squeezing the countertop and biting back the smile. However, not even fifteen seconds in, she dialed Steve’s number and told him to turn on the radio station. Pulling the phone back, Nancy couldn't help but giggle at the sounds of yelling on the other line.

Since then, his career had taken off. Steve became one of the biggest musicians of the 80s, earning a spot next to Wham! and Madonna at the top of the charts. While the band dabbled more in the rock side, Steve always added the whimsical style of pop into the mix with his riffs and sultry voice. Everything about Steve screamed heartthrob, thus bringing in girls from all over the world to see his shows. The band thrived every night on tour, girls fawning themselves at Steve, Eddie and Billy while Robin kept her eyes rolling whenever a man even looked her way. She was all about the music.

“Its okay to be nervous.” Nancy spoke, wrapping her gentle arms around his waist. She rested her forehead against his back, not able to reach his shoulder despite being in wedges.

Steve chuckled, causing Nancy to laugh as well. Her head vibrated against his back, Steve melting into her embrace. “I know, Nance. I just don't know why I still get nervous.”

“It's a rush. You're going to do just fine.”

“Is it because it's the biggest show of the tour?”

“Maybe.” Nancy nodded against his back. The show was in New York City tonight. Of course it was the biggest show.

“Am I gonna do good?”

“Of course, Steve.”

“And if I don't?”

Nancy sighed and spun Steve around by his waist. They were face to face once again, Nancy’s lips curled into the gentlest smile. Steve’s eyes searched her baby blue ones, trying to find the one sliver of hope that Nancy would give him. And his prayers were answered the minute her lips parted to speak the words he'd been dying to hear all day.

“Then you don't. My perception of you won't change, not even in the slightest.”

Just like that, the weight was lifted off his shoulders. His body relaxed, his forehead falling upon hers. Nancy felt her cheeks heat up as the soft touch of his eyelashes cascaded across her fair skin. His hand crept up, cupping her crimson cheek with his calloused hands. He began to draw circles against her soft skin, his eyes fluttering shut. Nancy followed in pursuit, her hands crawling up to graze his stumbled jawline. “You’re my best friend, Wheeler.” Steve said, his words whipped.

With a giggle, Nancy’s fingers trailed along his jawline, tilting his chin so their noses touched. “You’re my best friend, Harrington.”

Their lips brushed against one another’s, the world growing tender just for them. Steve felt a rush of gratitude through his chest, thankful for Nancy and everything she's done for him. Being a constant in his life and reminding him that all of the pain and hardships were worth it. Anything was worth it if it meant having Nancy Wheeler in his life.

Nancy sealed the space with a kiss, soft yet passionate. A kiss that made Steve tingle all over and Nancy’s legs shaky when he returned the gesture. It was a reassuring type of kiss. One that told Steve that everything would be okay, and one that told Nancy that he loves you no matter what. Nancy could taste the scent of vanilla off his tongue as Steve begged for entrance, his lips parting against Nancy’s.

Vanilla had always been her favorite flavor.

The two embraced one another, hands roaming each other’s faces and holding the other as close as they could. Steve was seconds away from ditching the show to continue this session, taking Nancy back to the dressing room to show her a performance all on his own. The world seemed to calm down around them, reminding them that they were each other’s worlds at the end of the day. Everything always came back to them, Steve and Nancy.

“Harrington!”

The world shattered, Steve pulling his lips away from the love of his life. Nancy immediately missed the touch of his warm lips against hers, but she knew they had to wrap things up since it was Steve’s moment to shine on stage. The rest of the band stood in their marks, waiting impatiently for Steve to finish his makeout session.

“That's my cue,” Steve said breathlessly, not wanting to leave Nancy for a second.

But the girl smiled, reassuring him that it was okay. As long as he came back, thats all that mattered to her. Nancy knew Steve would come running to her after his show and remind her why she fell in love with him all over again.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.” Nancy planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a red marking in the shape of a kiss.

Steve chuckled, knowing he would keep that stain on his cheek the whole show, just as a gentle reminder that he did have someone waiting for him backstage. Someone he's been enamored with since he was in high school.

And just like that, Steve slipped through her fingertips. He adjusted his earpiece as he made his way over toward the curtains, ready to put on one of the best shows of his life. The band exchanged looks, giving one another high fives and winks. They were all counting on this show. They all needed each other.

The band went first. The crowd erupted in cheers as they ran onto the stage, bringing the energy needed to continue on with the rest of the show. Steve watched in silence, his eyes switching back and forth between the audience and his bandmates. Moments went by and it was his time.

Yet, he took a moment to himself.

Not one that was all for him.

His head turned back to the girl he loved, catching a glimpse of her cheery red lips smiling as wide as the moon. The way her baby blue eyes flashed with contentment, aroused with excitement to see her boyfriend shine in the spotlight.

Nancy returned the familiar gaze. One so sultry yet sweet, the reminders of his love flooding her mind and washing all over her body. Her skin couldn’t help but erupt in goosebumps at the sight of his lopsided smile, locking eyes with the man of her dreams. The slight squint of her eyes caused her corners to crease, fighting back tears of joy at the sight of Steve.

Steve gave a nod toward Nancy, his eyes finding it difficult to look away. But he had to go and perform for his fans, for his band, for himself, and for Nancy. He basked in the glory of the moment, soaking up every inch of Nancy to get the perfect mental image. It was hard to not look at her. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the loosening of his jacket wrapped tight around her body.

Without a second, he turned back and shook his shoulders out. Before Nancy could reach out for him, Steve was on stage.

The uproar of the stadium filled the room, causing Steve to chuckle to himself as he strutted down the stage. He waved and smiled, putting on his best face. Something about the crowd made his heart swell, reminding him why he was doing what he loved. Sharing this moment with people who loved his music, loved his songwriting and loved the band as a whole. It was surreal to be in this moment.

Nancy exhaled, slowly making her way toward the side of the stage. She remained hidden behind the curtain, careful not to show off herself in fear of people seeing her. Not that she was scared, but it wasn’t her moment to shine. She got to do that for journalism and her birthday, but tonight was about Steve.

Everything always went back to him.

Steve’s steady hands gripped the microphone, looking out into the crowd. His eyes gleamed with excitement, ready to perform for everyone. All nerves were thrown out the window, replaced with a sense of pride and motivation to continue.

“Hi everyone,” He spoke into the microphone, a bit of feedback following which only made him chuckle.

Once again, the stadium screamed for more. The bright lights blinded Steve a bit, causing his eyes to squint at the sight of everyone. He waved to the closest people he could see, flashing a cheeky grin. His eyes glanced behind him, catching sight of him on the screen. “Oh wow, look at that. Sorry to those who can see all my acne, oof.” He chuckled, pointing up at the screen in joy.

This only excited the crowd, faint mentions that Steve was wrong or that his acne wasn’t noticeable at all. “Thank you, thank you.” He nodded, his breathing shallow into the microphone.

The crowd went still, all eyes on Steve. He exhaled slowly, taking the microphone off of the stand. The boy waltzed around the stage, taking the moment to admire everyone who showed up for him. All the fans and their love filled the room, and Steve could feel it all on stage, especially at the sight of all the posters.

“Let’s just hop on in, yeah?” He asked, strutting around the stage in his blue jeans and white top. Steve looked casual yet desirable, his hair tousled and jeans resting just below his waist. It was arousing, causing Nancy to squirm a bit.

Something about Steve on stage made her crazy, eager to get her hands all over him. But, she stayed focused on his walk, the way the crowd soaked up his smooth energy. No wonder girls fawned over him. Everything about Steve was sexy, his personality just made him ten times more attractive.

“This one,” He paused, licking his lips. “This one is dedicated to a very special someone.”

Steve’s eyes turned to the side stage for a moment, his smile immediately growing at the sight of Nancy. His breath was caught in his throat, unable to concentrate or remember that he was at a concert. He had a show to do. Yet, Nancy always had this way of bringing him in, like a siren calling out to lost pirates.

Nancy’s cheeks erupted in a shade of pink as if her face had just been pinched to death. Her heart began to race, her body melting at the sight of Steve’s chocolate brown eyes on hers. She flashed him a sweet grin as a way of reminding him that she loved him, but he had to continue his show.

Steve snapped out of it, his attention going back toward the crowd. Nancy could see the crowd looking over her way, causing her to shrink in embarrassment. She loved being Steve’s girlfriend, but she was never used to the limelight. It took a while for her to warm up to it because it was always easier for her to cheer on Steve from the sidelines.

As the bass guitar started going, the audience began to scream. It was one of their bigger hits, titled Burnin’ For You, so it was always a fan favorite.

Steve began to tap his foot to the beat, following along with the soft sounds of Robin’s keyboard. The band began to play in unison, Steve prancing around the stage as the introduction to the song played.

Nancy watched, laughing softly to herself at the sight of Steve. He was light on his feet, smile as bright as the sun. It warmed her heart watching him on stage, following his heart as he got lost in the song. It was an unusual experience, one Nancy would never witness. But she was okay with that, especially if it meant Steve got to soak it all up.

He deserved every ounce of success being thrown his way.

Lips to the microphone, Steve began to sing along to the song. Nancy softly whispered back the words, clutching tightly onto the leather jacket.

His eyes found their way back to Nancy, pupils expanding at the sight of her. Steve had written this song for Nancy a year or so ago, and it still remains relevant to their relationship today.

Just for a moment, the world became just the two of them. Steve’s eyes on Nancy, Nancy’s smug grin, and cheeks of embarrassment. He knew how to make her nervous, and it was his favorite thing to do.

Nancy was his number one fan, and Steve knew that. Hence why he always found himself looking at her, singing the words to her. Everything reminded him of Nancy, despite the fact there was a whole audience there to watch him.

Steve and Nancy found solace in one another, stealing glances and singing back to one another. Their love was pure and fiery, constantly inspiring Steve and providing comfort in Nancy’s life. The last thing they ever thought of doing was changing that.

Especially if it meant Nancy got to be a rockstar girlfriend for the rest of her life.

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