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

Part Four

AN: I can't believe it took me this long to upload, but I've been dealing with bigger things. A job. Getting my permit. Losing people. Regaining myself.

Thank you for being patient.

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You didn't expect Steve and Billy to come, but after yelling that you weren't a fucking child and that you, in fact, were going, they stood up and acted like it was their duty to come as well.

Instead of riding with Steve, like Hopper—Jim, come the fuck on—had asked you to, you rode with Jim instead, crossing your arms as you watched the forest past by through the window.

“Your powers, they, uh—”

You had now realized riding with him was going to end up terribly wrong. You bit the inside of your lip as you shifted your eyes from him and the window.

“They walked away and started a new life for a little, I know, Hopper. Woo.” You said, pressing your hands into the dashboard as he slammed on the breaks and you turned to him, eyes widened. "Are you fucking insane?!"

“Are you? Listen, I fucking get it, kid, okay? You've never had an actual family, and now you have me, you have Jane, so why are you acting too good for everyone? Why can't you just let one of us in, kid? I don't care who—but, please, Y/N, you're killing me here.”

Grazing your teeth over your lower lip, you turned back to the window before sighing out and running a hand through your hair before looking at him.

“I'm still alone—”

“That is bullshit!”

“No, what's bullshit is you pretending like we've been a big happy family our entire lives, Hopper! I'm a loner, that's what I am, and neither you, or Jane, are going to change that, so quit acting like you fucking can!”

The sighing next to you made you bite your tongue as you waited for the next words to come out of his mouth, knowing damn well there's going to be more.

“Y/N, you're alone because you choose to be, not because you want—”

“I choose to be? I CHOOSE to be? So, I chose my family's death? Is that what you're fucking saying?”

“No, but—”

“You're also saying that if Eleven died down there, I chose it to be that way?”

“You're taking this the wrong way!”

The car stopped at the huge hole in the ground and you unbuckle your seatbelt, light illuminating your face as you glared at him.

“No, you are. You're acting like I wanted this, and news flash, Hopper, I fucking didn't.” and with that, you slammed the door before opening the back one and taking your axe out. “You also believe that I'm a bitch because I want to be, but that isn't true. I'm a bitch so no one gets close to me, so I can be a-fucking-lone. That's it, this conversation is done—it's over with.”

Hopper groaned when you slammed the second door and he punched his steering wheel multiple times before rubbing his eyes.

This was going to be a long burning.

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Or not.

By the time you, and everyone else, had gotten to the tunnels, you had instantly smelt gasoline and looked around, worried.

For a moment, you forgot where you were; until two hands were placed on your cheeks and your eyes met brown.

“Hey, it's us. You're okay. Billy is pouring the gas so we can get this over with.” Steve's voice assured you, making you lower your head as you went forward.