Halfway Happy// Billy Hargrove x Reader. Steve Harrington x Reader.

Part Two

TW: (I usually don't do this, but im going to start, just in case.) swearing, blood, ! Seizure!

AN: yes, I already had all of this typed out before hand, and yes, this is already long as shit, I believe 6,000 words, so far? Anyways, kids, remember:

Enjoy, and



“What were you thinking?! God, Y/N, you could've done something else. You used your powers, and I told you it was not okay the first day you moved in with us. Didn't I?!”

To say he was pissed, was an understatement. She knew she wasn't allowed to, but she did, because she saw it. The look the Harrington boy gave. The look of pure defeat. Like he just gave up, and she didn't like that look. Not on him, not on herself, not on anyone.

“I'm sorry.” She apologizes, and sinks down into the front seat. “I wasn't…thinking.”

“Obviously not!”

That was the last thing he said as he stopped the car in front of what, she assumed, to be the Byers’ house. “Listen, it won't sound as crazy to everyone in that house, but, Y/N, you gotta realise that not everyone is like you and Jane. Be careful.”

He got out of the car, allowing Y/N to get out right after him. Jane had shut her door after she had gotten out, and waited for the two behind her.

Y/N had watched as Steve, Jonathan, and that asshole, pull in right after them. Mike, Will, and Lucas stepped out of Jonathan's car, immediately walking into the house in front of them.

Dustin and Steve had gotten out of Steve's car, and the younger boy had caught up with his friends, walking with them. They had all stopped and waited on the other two parties of the group.

A loud slam had caught Y/N’s attention, and her eyes landed on Billy. Billy Hargrove, who totally pissed her off and she was almost, this fucking close, to breaking his arms.

Without anyone saying anything, thanks to Hopper, everyone had made their way into the Byers house. Y/N looked around slightly before a hand slamming on the door caught her attention.

Billy fucking Hargrove.

“I deserve a fucking explanation.” His words were directed towards Hopper, but his eyes were on Y/N. Fury was the only thing she saw in them.

Y/N sighed out and looked at Hopper, “I'm going outside for a smoke, so—”

“Great idea, I'll join you.” Hargrove spoke as he opened the door, turning back to Y/N. “After you.”

“Such a gentleman.” She sarcastically said, walking out first.

“Nothing fucking less.”

Once they were outside, Billy had lit his cigarette and took a long drag out of it. “So, explanation. That'd be, well, damn, that'd be amazing.”

“Fuck off.”

“Or, just, listen to this, tell me what the fuck you did, to make my voice stop and make my brain to feel like it's, actually, on fucking fire. Or you might as well say good fucking bye to your freedom.”

Shaking her head, a chuckle escaped. “You know, I had a pretty fucked up life, but look at me. I turned out pretty fine, I'd like to think. But you? No.” She took another puff and sighed. “You wouldn't get it, but, basically, I'm not from here.” She sat down, feeling as the teen sat only a few feet away. Y/N looked over to him and he raised an eyebrow.