Stranger Things Imagines ~ Open for ideas

Y/n & Steve on Crack

Y/n: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Steve: I LIKE OREOS AND WOMEN- 

Steve: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Y/n: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

 Steve: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Steve: *turns around and helps Y/n through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Y/n.

Y/n: Okay.

 Y/n: Remain CALM! *slaps Steve multiple times*

Y/n: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Steve: No, go ahead. I want to hear it.

Y/n: It sucks.

Steve: That's not constructive criticism.

 Steve: Guess what I'm about to get!

Y/n: On my nerves.

 Y/n: You know, Steve, you are the sun in my life.

Steve: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?

Y/n: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

 Y/n: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like 'look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I'm losing.'

Steve: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

 Steve: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Y/n, are a fucking cactus.

Steve: Here comes the lightning!

Steve, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.

Y/n: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

 Steve: What's your favorite color?

Y/n: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Steve: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Y/n: My favourite colour is y/f/c.

Y/n: Do crabs think people walk sideways?

Steve: ...Y/n, what the hell.

 Steve: Y/n, where's your report card?

Y/n: My friends stole it from me at school, so now I don't have it anymore.

Steve: Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that lie?

Y/n: What lie?

Steve: That you have friends.

 Y/n: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Steve: Why are we so fucking awesome?

Y/n: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

 Y/n: Hey, Steve. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Steve: I like sunflowers.

Y/n, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

 Steve: *raises eyebrows*

Y/n: Put those back down!

 Y/n: I'm not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I'm not passionate about.

Steve: What are you passionate about?

Y/n: Sleeping.

 Steve: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Y/n.

Y/n: I hate myself.

Steve: Alright, square up.

 Y/n: Oh, here's my award for the most rules broken!

Steve: That's not an award, it's an angry letter from our boss.

Y/n, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word 'most' in it, so I'm calling it an award!

 Steve: Y/n, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Y/n, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

 Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

Steve: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Steve: Which one? I have seven.

Y/n, distantly: HEY!!!

 Steve: Love makes people do stupid things.

Y/n: I love everything!

Steve: That explains a lot.

 Y/n: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Steve: Heck.

Y/n: You're on thin fucking ice.

Y/n: Oh no-

 Steve: I feel like I can be myself around you.

Y/n: You're weird and quiet around me.

Steve: Yes.

 Y/n: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it.

Steve: ...what happened?

Y/n: I made a VERY bad mistake.

 Steve: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Y/n: Literally or figuratively?

Steve: I have to specify?