Joe Keery Imagines

The Creel House-Steve Harrington

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" I stuttered.

"Come on," Dustin scoffed. "It's going to be fine."

"Plus if we're going to learn anything about Vecna," Nancy explained, "we need to find out as much as we can about Henry Creel."

"And where better to do it than the place where he killed his family," Robin scoffed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from my friends. I looked up when Steve walked over.

"It's going to be fine," he said, sending me a reassuring smile. I nodded, ignoring his knowing look when he saw me chewing on my bottom lip.

He grabbed my arm and squeezed it reassuringly. "Trust me," he whispered.

I wrapped my arms around myself as he and Nancy removed the piece of wood.

"Wow," Nancy said under her breath. "If it wasn't so creepy, the stained glass would be pretty."

"Yeah," I scoffed. "And if this wasn't the place of three murders committed by the son who later turned into a maniac, it would be a lovely Indiana Summer Home."

"Now what?" Lucas asked. "We find a key?"

"No need," Robin laughed. We jumped when Robin threw a rock through the window. Steve laughed before he reached in and unlocked the door.

We slowly walked into the house, looking around. I wrapped my arms around myself when I got the weird feeling that we were being watched I looked up when Steve took a step closer to me.

"Why do I get the feeling that we shouldn't be here?" I whispered.

"Because we probably shouldn't," Steve sighed. "But we have no choice."

"We have to protect Max," I said, glancing over at her.

"Hey," he whispered, making me look at him. "We will, okay? Vecna isn't going to take anyone from us. I promise."

"How can you be sure?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Because it's my job," he shrugged with his famous cheeky smile.

I couldn't help the small chuckle. "What do you mean?"

"I'm the babysitter," he smirked. "Duh."

I smiled at my best friend trying to cheer me up. He grabbed my arm, giving it a squeeze before walking more into the house.

"That's creepy," Robin mumbled when she stopped in front of a grandfather clock.

"Is this what you saw?" Nancy asked.

"Yes," Max whispered.

"Let's spilt up," Robin said. People started going in different directions, but I was frozen.

"You okay?"

When I didn't respond, Steve walked over and grabbed my hand. "Y/N? You okay?"

"I don't. . . This isn't a good idea. . . What if. . ."

"Why don't you come with me?" Steve offered.

I looked up at him to see him smiling at me. He squeezed my hand reassuringly. I bit my lip and nodded. Our hands were intertwined and I followed him closely as we walked upstairs. We walked into the attic, instantly getting a weird feeling.

"This is. . ."

"Creepy," Steve finished for me.

I looked around the attic, trying to imagine what it was like growing up here. I couldn't understand how Henry would turn out the way he did. He was raised in a good house with a nice family. How could he. . .

I snapped out of it when Steve let out a surprised gasp. I turned to see him shaking his hand.

"Are you alright?" I panicked, running over to him.

"Yeah," he said shakily. "It's just. . . There was a spider."

He looked up at me and saw me struggling to hold back my laughter. "What?" He asked.

I reached up and pulled a piece of spider web out of his hair and showed him.

"Turn around," I chuckled. He smirked before turning around. We didn't say anything as I pulled the other pieces of spider web out of his hair.

"You got it all?" He asked.

"Almost," I said slowly.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way."

"I can't let the Steve Harrington walk around with spider webs in his precious hair," I teased. "There. All gone."

"Thanks," he said under his breath, turning toward me. We stared at each other, neither one of us saying anything.

Suddenly, something fell behind us. I jumped, falling into Steve. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

"It's alright," he whispered. "I've got you."

"You always do," I whispered.

We looked at each other, neither one of us saying anything. My breath got caught in my throat when Steve looked down at my lips.

"Y/N," he whispered. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. He instantly started kissing me back.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, breaking the kiss. "I just. . . We don't know what's going to happen and the idea of losing you. . ."

"Hey," he whispered. Steve reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering. "You aren't going to lose me, Y/N. Just like how I'm not going to lose you."

We were about to lean in for another kiss but Dustin's voice echoed up the stairwell.

"Steve? Y/N? Where are you?"

"We'll be right down," Steve called out. I slowly stepped out of Steve's arms, instantly wrapping my arms around myself.

"We should go," I mumbled.

I started to leave but Steve grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. A small moan slipped out as I started to kiss him back.

"We're going to make it through this," he whispered. "All of us."