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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margo, steve and dustin were all taking out the things they needed from steves trunk. that consisted of yellow gloves that they quickly slipped on, three buckets of meat, gasoline, a backpack and only one nailed bat.
dustin stopped in his tracks as the faint sound of lucas' voice echoed through his headset. he stood to the side leave margo and steve to finish getting everything ready in comfortable silence.
"well, well, look who it is." dustin spoke. "well when you we're having sister problems, dart grew again, he escaped and im pretty sure he's a baby demogorgan."
"i'll explain later. just meet me, margo and steve at the old junkyard." dustin continued. "and bring your binoculars and wrist rocket."
"steve harrington?" margo looked to steve with a smirk on her face as she heard lucas' voice. he rolled his eyes sarcastically and smiled as he shut the trunk.
"all right, lets go." steve said. margo and steve picked up their buckets and began walking with dustin following suit.
"just be there, stat. over and put." dustin said to lucas.
the three were currently walking along some old train tracks, throwing down pieces of meat. "i feel like some sort of flower girl at a wedding doing this shit." margo called a few steps behind the boys, earning a chuckle from steve.
"all right so let me get this straight. you kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?" steve began to question dustin. margo jogged up to stay in line with the boys to join the conversation.
"all right. thats grossly oversimplifying things." dustin argued.
"i mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" margo added.
"an inter dimensional slug? because its awesome." dustin suggested.
"well even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, i...i don't know. i just feel like you're trying way to hard." steve said. margo hit his shoulder and gave him a look as if to say 'really'.
she stood beside dustin's right side as steve stood at his left. "well not everyone can have your perfect hair ,all right?" dustin said causing margo to snicker.
"it's not about the hair, man. the key with girls is just... just acting like you don't care." steve told him.
"woah woah woah, what happened to what i told you the other night, the key is communication. or did that just go through one ear and out the other like most conversations?" margo gave him a look. steve went to say something back but was cut off by dustin.
"even if you do?" he asked steve completely ignoring the girl's statement.
"yeah, exactly. it drives them nuts." steve said.
margo shook her head. "are you crazy?"
"is margo one of them?" dustin whispered to steve.
"hey, i heard that dumbass." margo hit the front of dustins cap.
