Stancy Imagines (Stranger Things 4)

Nancy is missing (Part One)

(A/N: this one is focused on Steve, Nancy and Steve are a "thing" in this reality, but they're not yet together. It's more of a situation to further enlighten Steve and Nancy about their feelings for each other, to help them realize just how deeply they love one another.)

Steve's Point of View

I could fucking kill somebody right now. I thought all of this chaos was over, I thought it was over with Vecna, when we solved everything... well it's not. Nance, my  Nancy is missing. We just rekindled things, we're feeling things out, and I was this close to asking her to be my girlfriend. I was going to ask her today actually, before I knew she went missing. 

The worst part about all of this is all of the dreadful possibilities, stuff like this doesn't happen much here but what if she was kidnapped by someone... like it doesn't have anything to do with the upside-down. If that's the case, we really need to find her because most assholes that commit abductions sadly do not let the victims live, and the first twenty four hours are extremely crucial. 

Nance also could have run away on purpose, but why would she do that? Something could have been going on that I didn't know about, but Nancy and I have been opening up to each other very much over this past month since everything has happened. The two of us have grown so close, and I know for a fact she feels the same way for me as I do for her... we both still love each other, and we have clarified this to one another. So if by some small chance she ran off on her own, I know for a fact that it isn't because of me. 

I need to talk to Dustin, maybe Robin... fucking somebody. I need to talk to somebody to calm my emotions down, because it's getting hard to breathe. The second I was told the news, my heart rate picked up drastically. In addition to the palpitations I had, my chest also felt tight, it was very hard to breathe. The feeling is coming back, and I want to scold myself for nearing another panic attack but I need to go talk to somebody, so to Dustin's house I go. 

I rush down the stairs of my house, right past my parents who don't seem to care. That in itself isn't necessarily surprising, but they don't even look at me. The news has already been broadcasted, and they know I'm in love with Nance... they could at least check on me. I slam the door behind me, just to leave the impression that I'm not so happy with them, and hop in my car. I don't even give it a second to start up before skidding away from my house, and within ten seconds I cover my mile long driveway. This is where I start really speeding, accompanied by my anxious thoughts which are practically silencing the music I put on in an attempt to calm myself. I drum my fingers against the wheel with angst, and speed up going at least 30 over at this point. Dustins house is only another mile away, so I should be there in like a minute at this speed. I know for a fact he already knows, but I can't seem to come up with what I will say to him. I can't speak, or breathe at this point, and I probably shouldn't be driving right now.  The only thing I can focus on are the "what-ifs," which are making me more anxious as each scenario passes through my head. 

I just couldn't live with myself if anything  happened to her. If someone even gives her the slightest scratch, a paper cut, a bruise... anything; I swear to God, they better pray. The gates to the upside down have all been closed as far as we know, and we made pretty damn sure that was the case. I just don't know what could have happened to her. 

As I pass by the Hawkins lab, I know I need to slow down a little because I'm now approaching Dustin's house. Dustin's mom would go absolutely crazy if she saw me speed through the neighborhood to get to his house, because she wouldn't want to put her son in any "danger."

As I pull into his driveway rather slowly, Dustin had already been outside sitting on the steps by the entrance of his house. My heart warms slightly at the realization that he had been waiting for me, and my feelings start to get the better of my as I feel the sensation of threatening tears welling in my eyes, as well as the dreadful lump in my throat.