a/n: you probably should know that I'm like in love with Joe Keery so just expect a lot of Steve imagines. on with the imagine!!!

Ever since you had helped Joyce Byers out with getting her son, Will Byers, back from the mystery other dimension called 'The Upside Down', you've had terrible flashbacks to the things you've seen and the things that you heard.

Around this time, you had also been doing extremely well in school with straight A's, meaning a 4.0 GPA. You had also been dating your now two year long boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

Tuesday (1 week after helping Joyce)
You sat in your boyfriend's house, a good book in your hands before it was suddenly snatched away from your grasp.

"Dark Romance. Really?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you turned around to see your boyfriend standing with the purple book in his hands. "Come on, Steve. Give it back."

You tried to reach for it but missed, landing on him as you both fell onto the couch behind you. A smile was on Steve's lips as he looked at you while your eyes were focused on the book.

"I was in the middle of a good chapter."

He laughed, the vibration making you giggle because of you laying completely on top of him. He looked at you with a beam in his eye, still completely smiling at how he managed to get someone that was as amazing as you to be his girlfriend.

I mean, after all, you hated Steve Harrington before you two had begun dating. He had treated you and your friends horribly and you always thought of him as being a high respected idiotic person with a high self esteem as a persona.

Although, he was quite fond of you. You always wondered if it was your hatred towards him that grew him closer to you instead of farther out. Either way, he asked you out one day and you somehow managed to say yes to him.

It's been two years together now, junior year of high school.

You let out a sigh, staring up at the book in Steve's hands as you tried to think of someway to get it but suddenly, your whole body felt frigid and cold.

You froze in place, looking around to see a deer laying dead on the ground. Getting up, you walked over to look at the injury, being careful not to hurt or disturb the creature.

Then, darkness pulled it back so quickly, so abruptly, you let out a small scream as you fell backwards into what seemed to be a demagorgan nesting hole.

"___. ___!"

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder as you opened your eyes to see yourself not in the upside down at all but instead in the middle of Steve's living room, the couch you were just laying on, behind you.

Your fearful eyes met his as you suddenly broke out into a cold sweat, fear controlling everything in this very time and moment. Steve looked you in the eye, questioning what just happened but instead of questioning, just simply helped you up.

He brought you back over to the couch as you cuddled yourself up against him, staring blankly at the wall in front of you with the fear controlling whatever your mind had seen.

Thursday (1 week & 2 days after helping Joyce)
It was now a rainy Thursday morning and you tended to go to school later because you skipped first period, which was English and irrelevant, and Steve usually picked you up before second period started.

The wind blew the soft curls you had made in your hair while a few fall leaves fell around you. Hawkins seemed quieter than usual as you sat on that porch, just waiting for him to arrive.

The sound of a car engine couldn't be heard from your prospective so you just let out a heave of a sigh. When you looked back up from the porch, you saw something standing at the edge of your driveway though, and the temperature had decreased dramatically.

You cautiously took a step down, the stair moaning underneath the weight of your foot. Again, you took another step to get closer to the creature that seemed to be simply waiting for something or someone.

Another step and you were now on your skinny driveway, now weird mushy gray colored tubes twisted and knotted together to form the most abstract shapes. Dead, sticky looking trees shaped the landform surrounding you currently while small, soft almost gray snowflakes fell from the sky.

Another step closer.

You felt your foot begin to slide, sliding into something sticky and grabbing a hold of it. You had to be extremely cautious for what could conspire next.

Another step.

You could now begin to see the face of what looked to be a breathing flower with the body of a man attached to it. A demagorgan?

A loud noise made it open its mouth and let out an ear piecing squeal, your feet beginning to try and run but you failed to do so considering your foot was stuck in the weird, gray mush. It felt like there were a bunch of tiny hands reaching down, pulling you further into the ground.

"___!".

You opened your eyes again, shaking out of your stance to see you standing in the middle of your driveway, foot stepped out further than the other.

You looked up at Steve with watery eyes, confusion making you angry as to what was going on with your life. Post traumatic stress disorder could very much so be a possibility considering the flashbacks.

He grabbed your hand, holding it tightly as you stood up and wrapped your arms around his torso. "Whats happening to me?"

Friday (1 week & 3 days after helping Joyce)
It was now the end of a school week, thank goodness. You reminisced on the idea of going home and having two free days to do whatever you wanted to do. For two days!

You spent that Friday trying to plan things to maybe take your mind off of the upside down and all that had to do with it, so you asked to go over to Steve's.

"We'll only be there for a little while anyways." You looked up at your boyfriend as you loaded your books into the small, metal compartment. "It'll be one night. Please."

His face tugged into a smile, watching as you earned one in return. "I'll be over later today then and we can-"

You paused, hearing a scream from someone as you suddenly dropped everything and began to run outside of the building. The scream was coming from somewhere wasn't it? It had to of been.

You ran around to what you assumed to be the gym, searching outside of it for someone who was screaming before you felt something grab you, spinning you around.

A demagorgan.

It opened its mouth, squealing in your face as drool got all over you, and you shut your eyes. You took shallow breathes, praying it would leave you alone and go towards the direction of the scream.

"___, hey, it's me."

You opened your eyes for the third time that week of these flash backs. You looked up at Steve, back at your shoulder, and up at Steve.

Without even saying anything, he pulled you into his arms. You took shallow, shaky inhales as you spoke.

"What's happening to me?"

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really like the way this one turned out, demagorfans!!!

hopefully you enjoyed this as well.

thanks for reading & stay strange(r) (things) my friends!!!

-katherine

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