"STRANGER THINGS" ONESHOTS//IMAGINES//HEADCANNONS

The Elevator

This is a request by: booksrmylife22

(You and Steve both work at Scoops Ahoy, and you've always been sort of frenemies. However, this changes when you get stuck in the elevator together. (Y/N's gender is not specified.) ) 

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"You've got to face it, Steven—" 

"Steve—" 

"Whatever," I tuck my hair behind my ears and adjust my scoops ahoy hat. "You just have to accept that I get more girls than you." I pick my scooper back up. "And frankly that's just sad." 

Steve rolls his eyes at me. "No, no yeah, I've accepted that," His sarcasm rings through clearly in his voice as he fixes up the cash register and takes his hat off for the fiftieth time today. "Thanks for pointing that out for me, Y/N." 

He sighs, as Robin ticks off another tally on the 'you suck' board. 

"Oh it's no problem," I say, absent-mindedly scooping another chocolate chip mint. "I find that it's helpful to remind you at uh, well, that you suck," I gesture towards the board. 

Robin laughs in the background. 

Steve places his hat back on his head. He points at me. "You suck more." He goes back to helping the next customer who is a very elderly woman. "Yes, thank you for joining us on a flavour-filled voyage." 

"Y/N, Steve, I need you two to go on an ice-cream run," Our boss comes out of the room in storage. "We're all out of chocolate." 

"Oh please just let me take Robin," Steve groans. 

"Yeah, no way," Robin says, eating her peanut butter sandwich. "I'm on lunch break, dingus." She smirks. "Have fun carrying all that ice-cream, you two." She swivels around on her chair. 

"Great," Steve looks at me for a couple of seconds. "Don't wait up for me." 

I walk towards the elevator, Steve following behind. 

"You don't have to follow me, Steven," I say. "On the other hand, they say that people who walk behind other people are usually following greatness." 

"You really love yourself, don't you?" 

"I try." 

Steve walks faster to catch up with me, but slowly he moves in front. "Now who's following greatness?" 

"That's not fair, your legs are longer," I argue, trying to catch up. Steve laughs, walking faster. Every two paces I take are equal to one pace of his. "Come on, Harrington, slow down." 

"I'm greatness!" He shouts as he rounds the corner to the elevator. "Catch up, loser!" 

He presses the button first and the doors open. They make a rickety old beeping sound as they close. 

I overestimate my speed as I run to try and catch the elevator. Steve waves mockingly as I slide in before the doors close. Unfortunately, I slip on the floor and slide right into him, knocking him into all the buttons. He ends up on the floor with me on top of him. 

All the buttons start flashing. The elevator makes a depressing whirring sound as it goes down for a couple seconds and then promptly stops. 

"Wow." Steve whistles. "Great job Y/N, really, that was amazing. Teach me your ways of sabotage." He looks down and realizes I'm still sitting on top of him. "Was this really an excuse to, you know—" he winks. 

I wrinkle my nose. "God, you're an idiot," I climb off of him, surveying the buttons. "This sucks. Now we're stuck in here for god knows how long." 

Steve shrugs, sitting down against the back of the elevator. "Two truths and a lie?" 

I roll my eyes. "Fine." I sit down next to him. The elevator stays completely stuck. All the buttons are highlighted but it's not going anywhere. "You go first." 

"Uh, okay. I have great hair. My best friend is a middle schooler. And—" he blows out a breath. "I got into college." 

I frown for a couple of seconds. "Uh, well...is it the second one?" Then I remember Dustin Henderson. "No—wait." Steve's smiling like an idiot which makes me pause. "What?" 

"You, you agree that I have great hair?" He grins. "You didn't say that was the lie." He smirks, leaning closer to me. "Do you like my hair, Y/N?" 

I push his chest lightly. "Screw off. No. I don't like your hair. So which is the lie?" 

His smile fades. "I didn't get into college." 

"oh." I blink. "Sorry. I didn't know." 

Steve shrugs. "oh well, my grades were never that good anyways. At least I get to scoop ice cream all..day...long." 

There's an awkward pause. 

"Okay, I'll go." I nod, unsure of what else to say. "I like reading, I have a (boyfriend/girlfriend), and I don't not like you." 

Steve pauses for a minute. "Wait. You have a (boyfriend/girlfriend)?" 

"Why? Are you interested?" I shake my head. "No that was the lie. I'm not currently in any sort of relationship. Except with my cat." 

He laughs. "Wow, you're lonely." 

"You're not any less single than me." 

That shuts him up effectively.

"Hang on a second, so are you saying that you don't not like me?" Steve's eyes meet mine. "So...basically you're saying that you like me." 

"I'm not not saying that," I say. 

The elevator gets really crowded fast. 

Steve swallows. "Okay I have one. I work at Scoops Ahoy." *eyeroll*. "I go to Hawkins High. And I don't like anyone in this elevator." 

I blink. "You're secretly a middle schooler." 

"No, idiot, I don't actually work at Scoops Ahoy," he rolls his eyes. "I'm a Demogorgon." 

"Huh?"

"Never mind." 

"So you like someone....in this elevator? It's a ghost right? There's a ghost in here?" 

"Y/N. Please shut up," Steve stares at me. "Who do you think it is?" 

"I just said—it's probably—" 

"No, it's not," Steve grins. "You're such an idiot, Y/N." 

"So are you, Steve." 

"Wow, was that my real name?" 

"It might've been," I say. 

Silence. 

"I'm sitting in an elevator. My best friend is Dustin Henderson. And I kind of want to kiss you right now," Steve says quietly. 

"I'm not going to refuse that offer," I answer, turning to face him. 

This elevator trip certainly took a turn. 

But I'd say it was for the better. 

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