Joe Keery Imagines

Accidentally Turned On-Steve Harrington

Warning: sexual touching, language

We were frozen as the demobats flew away. All you could hear was our breathing. I looked around at my friends, trying to make sure they were all okay. My eyes landed on Steve and stayed there when I saw he was already looking at me.

"We need to get out of here," Nancy said, breaking the silence. I couldn't focus as they started talking about where we could go and how we could get back to Hawkins. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking. I knew what this meant.

"Y/N?"

And so did Steve.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't believe. . . We're back. . . This is where Will was trapped. . . For days. . . How are we. . . We're stuck."

Steve gently grabbed my arms and gently rubbed them. "We're going to be okay," he whispered. "We're going to get out of here. I promise."

"We have a plan," Robin said, walking over to us.

"What?" Steve asked.

"We're going to Nancy's house," Robin explained. "We're going to try and get some of her guns, maybe find a way to reach the kids for help."

"Sounds good," he agreed.

As she left, he reached over and grabbed one of my hands, instantly intertwining our fingers. He pulled me along and followed the others. We were walking along the edge of the woods when I noticed Steve start to slow down.

"Are you okay?"

My question got caught in my throat when Steve suddenly stopped, his breathing heavy.

"Steve?" I asked, my voice soft. I looked down, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw the bite marks on his side. His knees got weak and I barely caught him.

"Help!" I screamed. "Guys, Steve needs help!"

I slowly lowered him and helped him lean against the rock. I reached up and gently moved some hair out of his face. The others stood behind me as I examined his wound.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered. I looked up at him and said, "I know this is going to be hard and painful, but I need you to stand up, okay?"

Steve nodded and I carefully helped him stand up. He watched as I tore the bottom of my shirt. I was about to wrap the fabric around him, but I hesitated.

"Hey," he whispered as he grabbed my shaking hands. "Do it. I'll be fine."

"It's going to hurt," I said under my breath. I looked down at my hands still shaking in his.

"That's okay," he tried to reassure.

"I don't want to hurt you."

He let go of one of my hands and used his free hand to lift my chin. "You aren't going to hurt me, Y/N. You're going to help me. I trust you to do this. I only trust you."

I looked down and held my breath as I started wrapping the fabric from my shirt around his waist. Every time he gasped in pain, I echoed it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," he said through his teeth. I looked up at him, keeping my hands on his hips as I stood up.

"I'm almost done, Steve."

I wrapped the fabric around his back but the earth started to shake. I gasped, Steve instantly catching me as I fell into him. I tried to ignore the blush on my face as our bodies were pressed together. We stayed like that, closer than we two friends have ever been until the shaking stopped.