the chiefs daughter and the king of hawkins high. sounds cliche, right? well, not when there's monsters involved.
seasons 2-4
fem/oc x steve harrington
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as margo climbed into the passenger seat Steve quickly leaned down to grab something from the floor beneath her feet. her body tensed as his shoulder brushed against her knee.
"these are for you, you told me you liked them." he held out a bunch of white tulips. she smiled and her cheeks flushed.
"thank you." she said as she took them from him.
"okay, can you stop your romance shit and drive." dustin rolled his eyes. margo turned her head towards him and hit his forehead. Steve started his engine and began to drive.
the sky began to turn dark and margo was tapping her foot to the sound of the music playing through the stereo.
♪ here we stand or here we fall ♪
♪ history wont care at all ♪
"wait a sec, how big?" steve turned his head to look at dustin who was sat in the middle back seat.
"first it was like that. now he's like this." dustin motioned with his hands.
"i swear to God, man, it's just some lizard, okay?" steve tried to say.
"it's definitely not just some lizard, steve." margo warned him.
"how do you know?" he asked.
"how do i know if its not?" margo asked back.
"how do you know it's not just a lizard?" steve argued.
"because his face opened up and he ate my cat." dustin butted in.
steve didn't say anything after that as they pulled into Dustin's drive. all three of them got out the car and steve led us to the trunk of his car. he took out both margo and dustin's bike and board, he reached underneath picking up the bat.
margo smiled as he threw another bat veiled in nails towards her. steve watched as she inspected it and shut his trunk. she smirked at the small 'm' that she had previously engraved in it when they first fought off the demogorgan.
margo and dustin walked round towards the yard as steve followed closely behind with a flashlight and his bat. the three stopped in front of the red cellar doors.
"i don't hear shit." steve said.
"he's in there. margo flung him in with a hockey stick. you should've seen her she was awesome." dustin told him. margo laughed and patted the boy she considered like a brother's head.
steve poked the chain with the bat and then hit the doors.
"all right, listen, you two. i swear, if this is some some of halloween prank, you're dead."
