STRANGER ≪ °❈° ≫ THINGS

I Hate That You... || Steve Harrington

A/N: !!!!! DISCLAIMER/WARNING !!!!!

This imagine is a smut imagine. If you are not comfortable with smut then PLEASE read with caution and or skip this imagine!

This took forever to write. I'm kinda in a writing slump so I hope you all like where I was going with this. This one is VERY long so please sit back and enjoy. :)

"NO! WHAT YOU DID WAS STUPID!" You yelled at Steve while you pointed your index finger at him. The two of you stood inside Steve's house arguing and bickering in the living room while Dustin, Lucas, and Max sat down on the couch as they watched and listened to you both argue. Their heads moved left and right as if they were watching a tennis match.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows and placed his hands on his hips. "OH LIKE YOU COULD'VE COME UP WITH A BETTER IDEA?!" Steve yelled back. You lowered your arm and placed your hand against your hip to mimic Steve's gesture. "ACTUALLY! YES! A SAFE AND BETTER IDEA!" You argued back. "OH YES BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU COME UP WITH OR SAY IS ALWAYS BETTER!" Steve shouted. You sarcastically laughed. "OF COURSE IT IS! BETTER THAN YOUR STUPID UNSAFE PLANS!" You shouted back.

Steve raised his hands and sighed in defeat. "HERE WE GO AGAIN! WHAT ARE YOU THE SAFETY POLICE? YOU ARE NOT THEIR MOTHER!" He exclaimed as he pointed towards the kids. You furrowed your eyebrows and crossed your arms across your chest. "NO BUT THEY ARE STILL OUR RESPONSIBILITY! THEY COULD HAVE GOTTEN INJURED STEVE!" You argued back. Steve shook his head. "THEY ARE NOT LITTLE KIDS Y/N." He shouted. You shook your head as well. "THEY STILL COULD'VE GOTTEN HURT! WE ARE DEALING WITH WHO KNOWS WHAT THE HECK THOSE CREATURES ARE, THAT ARE IN FACT FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!" You shouted. "AND YOU DECIDE TO USE THEM," You continued as you stuck your arm out and pointed towards the kids. "AS BAIT FOR THOSE ALIEN CREATURES!" You added.

"Demogorgans!" Dustin exclaimed as he butts in the conversation to correct you, but you ignored him. "WE WERE WITH THEM WERE WE NOT? EVERYTHING WENT FINE! LOOK NO ONE GOT HURT!" Steve yelled back. You furiously shook your head and made fists with your hands as you complained and continued to argue with Steve. "YOU BLOCK HEAD!" You yelled at him. "YOU'RE SUCH A PRISS!" Steve yelled back. You felt your blood begin to boil while Steve continued to yell back at you.

"Guys." Dustin said. You both ignored him and continued to argue until you heard Dustin's voice again. "Guys!" He said a bit louder. Again, you both ignored him the second time. "GUYS!" Dustin shouted as he stood up from the couch. You and Steve turned to look at him and without hesitation, you both yelled "SHUT UP HENDERSON!" simultaneously and in sync. Dustin jumped with widened eyes at the sudden response and quickly sat back down. He grabbed a cushion and hugged it tightly. He was hurt at the fact that he got yelled at from his two favorite people. Picking up from where you both were arguing, you and Steve quickly turned back around to face each other and resumed to yell at one another.

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You hadn't realized that the argument got even more louder and heated. Eventually it got out of hand. The more you raised your voice, the more Steve raised his voice as well. The more hand gestures were made by Steve, the more you would try to mimic him. You also hadn't realized that you both argued for a good while. To you and Steve, everything around you both was out of sight and out of mind. It was just you and Steve right then and there in his house having the argument of the year, until you looked over towards the couch to see that the kids were no longer sitting there.

"Woah, Woah!" You exclaimed at the same time you raised your hand up to use the gesture to stop the argument. Steve instantly stopped yelling and looked at you with a confused look. There was a quick silent pause where you both became silent for a second. "Where are the kids?" You asked as you moved your eyes away from the couch and looked at Steve. Steve raised his eyebrows and turned his head towards the couch. Before he could say anything, you already felt your anger rise up inside of you. "How did you let them out of your sight?" You asked in a defeated and worried tone. Steve sarcastically chuckled as he turned his head to look back at you again. "Me!?" He asked with raised eyebrows. "More like you!" He accused you as he pointed at you.