Stancy Imagines (Stranger Things 4)

Victor's House

Steve's Point of View

I had originally told Nance that it would probably be a lot smarter to wait for the rest of the gang to get back to explore the Creel house. Nance though, she's extremely determined to figure this shit out, apparently. The thought of going into that house with her gives me a terrible gut feeling, not because I'll be alone with her, but because I'm scared that she won't make it out of the damn place. I have a really protective instinct when it comes to Nancy, and I know there is a zero percent chance I'll talk her out of going in there, but there's a one hundred percent chance I'll be less than a foot away from her at all times to make sure she's safe.

"Steve, the doors are boarded up." She states as the two of us approach the practically rotting house. What used to be a bright blue exterior, is now a dirty grey tone littered with vines. The windows and doors are completely boarded up, and to be honest, by the looks of this porch it is very possible that our weight will cause it to collapse upon our stepping onto it.

"Hey!" Nancy exclaims as I pull her away from the stairs just before she steps onto the porch.

"Nance, the porch looks like its about to split in half. I'll be damned if I let you step on it first, I'm making sure its sturdy before you walk onto here." I reply, my hands resting gently on her shoulders. The small touch alone makes my heart race, my hands tingling where I am touching her. I can almost hear my heart beating as she lifts her hand to rest on my forearm.

"Okay. Only because I think it's really sweet that you care for me enough to risk busting your ass, if the porch falls through." Nancy smirks, squeezing my forearm.

My heartbeat is really picking up now; I hadn't noticed it until I looked down to observe her hand on my arm, but the two of us are close right now. Closer than we have been since, well, since we dated. The contact mixed with the closeness is driving me insane, because I still care for Nancy, I still love her. I've been wasting so much time trying to date all of these other girls, when I know damn well I still love Nancy. I've lied to everyone, Robin, Dustin even Max. I would give anything to lean closer to her in this moment, feel her soft breath, and her lips against my own-

"Steve!" Nancy exclaims, with a playful smile upon her lips, "Will you stop staring at me and go finish your heroic business!"

Reluctantly, I release my grip on her shoulders as I turn to walk towards the stairs. "Okay, okay I'm going. If I do bust my ass though, you're carrying me back to the car and buying me ice cream since you made me come here."

"I didn't make you do anything!" Nancy continues, stepping closer to the stairs as I ascend them, "You insisted on coming with me, you literally said the idea of me coming here alone made you want to vomit."

I turn to look back at her, my feet on the final step as I brace myself to test the stability of this rotting porch. "It did make me want to vomit, because I care about you Nance," I reply softly. Nancy smiles a shy smile, shifting her gaze from the ground back up to me, a light blush appearing on her face.

I smile, before turning back around. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't scared of falling through this fucking porch and busting my ass in front of Nancy, because I am. Despite this, I have to test it out first. I don't want Nance to be the one to fall through, if this porch isn't sturdy. Drawing a final breathe, I step up onto it. Nothing happens, I turn around and face Nancy.

"I didn't fall through!" I do a little jump to ensure the sturdiness of this porch, "Its sturdy!"

Nancy laughs, "Your excitement is cute, Steve." She follows my path up the stairs and makes her way to the door, "Now, let's get this bad boy un-boarded."