Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream
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Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Working at Scoops Ahoy had its perks. Well one… Steve Harrington.
A/N: A lil som’ som’ for y’all sweetie pies. Let me know what you think please! <333 - C
“It’s a nautical day here at Scoops Ahoy, how can we help you?” you said with a smile as your sailor’s hat slowly shifted on your head, watching the mother and son that had just walked into the shop look at all of the ice creams in the cabinet beside you. The small boy pointing towards the multicolored ice cream, “That’s my favorite - It’s called Superman ice cream…” you chirped, gaining the boy’s attention, leaning over the counter to where he could see you better as you lowered your voice to a whisper, “Superman himself flew that tub of ice cream in from Krypton. Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve heard that it even can sometimes turn people that eat it into superheroes.”
“She’s telling the truth,” a voice chimed in, gaining your attention as you turned your head towards the noise, seeing Steve Harrington leaned over the counter along with you, winking at you before turning back to the little boy, “I’ve met him - Superman. He’s pretty cool.”
The little boy looked up towards you and Steve in amazement, mouth gaping wide as he pulled at his mother’s dress.
“We’ll take a scoop of that in a cone,” she spoke with a smile, placing her hand on his small head as Steve scooped the ice cream, handing the cone to the woman.
“Okay, that’ll be one dollar and fifty cents,” you smiled, taking change from the woman and sending the two on their way, “Have a swimmingly great rest of your day-”
A chuckle came from Steve.
“-What?” you laughed, turning towards him.
“A swimmingly great day, huh?” he teased, leaning against the counter, taking his sailor’s hat off of his mane of dark hair. You could never tell if Steve loved teasing you, or was actually flirting with you.
“Oh - Shut up, Harrington!” you scoffed, laughing as you tossed your sailor’s hat at Steve, “Even though I know you love to do it - there’s no time to be making fun of me tonight. We’ve got to have this place in pristine condition in about uh - thirty minutes, and you and I are the only one’s here for closing.”
Steve grabbed a cup from the stocked counter behind him, tossing it towards you after grabbing a cup for himself, turning towards the ice cream, “You like chocolate chip cookie dough, right? Or are you more of a plain ole vanilla kind of girl?”
You paused, watching Steve lean over into the ice cream cabinet as you stepped beside him, “How did you know that chocolate chip cookie dough was my favorite?”
He stood up, sighing as he looked down towards you, pouting his lips before they turned upright into a smile, “I’m a very observant person,” he said, holding out a cup filled with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, “Here ya go.”
“Thank you -” you smiled widely, trying your hardest not to blush as you took the cup from Steve’s hands, brushing your fingers together with his just enough to send chills down your spine, “- Here’s your cup,” you spoke, handing Steve the empty cup in your hands.
“Thank you,” he said, his hand completely cupping yours as he took the cup from you. Steve tongue licked his lips as his brown eyes looked at your hands touching, smiling as he peeled them away, now looking at you, “-Sorry..”
He was totally flirting.
“Don’t be,” you breathed as Steve took a small step towards you.
He gulped loudly, as if he was shaking himself from looking at you, “I’m sorry.”
Your eyes quickly found their way to the tiled floor, trying to avoid the oncoming awkwardness that was evident between you and Steve, “So uh - You and Robin.”
Steve paused from scooping his cup of ice cream, quickly looking at you with furrowed brows, “Me and Robin? W - What about me and Robin?”
“Aren’t you guys like - a thing?” you questioned, quickly eating a spoon full of ice cream, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.
He giggled, “No - No, no. Not me and Robin. Robin is cool - But not my type.”
“What is your type, Steve?” you blurted. Damn word vomit.
“Well-” he smiled, leaning his hip into the counter as he took a bite of his ice cream, “I like nice girls. But, they need to be funny. And have really good taste in music. Someone that’s down to do anything; like hiking, or just hanging out,” he explained, starting to look you up and down, “Someone that scoops ice cream.”
You stopped mid bite, finally making eye contact with Steve. He just stood there, still leaned against the wall, looking at you with a soft, knowing smile on his handsome face, “Wh - What - I’m sorry - Steve, what did you just say?”
“Someone that’s down for hiking,” he bit his lip, acting coy.
“After that,” you said, taking a step towards him.
“And hanging out,” he licked his lips, stepping towards you.
“Nope,” you stepped forward, sitting your ice cream on the counter beside you, “The one after that.”
“Oh -” he smiled widely, now stepping only a few inches from where you stood, “Someone that scoops ice cream.”
The two of you stood in silence as Tears for Fears “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” played in the background of Scoops Ahoy, locked eyes, feeling as if a force were pulling the two of you together.
“Do you know someone like that?” Steve questioned, placing his large hand on your shoulder.
“You know - I think I might know a girl that really fits your description to a t,” you whispered, stepping now almost chest to chest with Steve.
“Could you show me in her direction?” he retorted, leaning his face down closer to yours, filling your nose with his scent; faded Old Spice and menthol.
“She’s right here,” you bit your lip, leaning up towards Steve, feeling his breath on yours as you tried taking in this moment, seeming like it felt like it was out of your wildest dreams.
Was Steve Harrington really about to kiss you?
Your lips were desperate as Steve’s hand caressed your cheek as he cupped your face.
Then suddenly a loud noise came from the back, gaining both of yours attention.
“What the hell was that?” he murmured, turning towards the noise. His eyes widened as he pushed you behind him, “- Oh shit.”
“Oh shit what, Steve?” you asked in fear, balling up some of his shirt in your fist, feeling how fast his heart was racing.
Steve stalked towards the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, hands balled into fists as he pushed into the swinging door. Why you followed behind him, you didn’t know.
Nonetheless, you followed Steve into the backroom.
And what your eyes laid upon next, you had no idea how to explain what it was.
Something completely out of your worst nightmares?
You went to scream, but Steve’s hand quickly found its way to your mouth, covering it as he swiftly brought you in between two of the freezers, holding a finger to his mouth, mouthing “Don’t speak.”
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