#heapcfglory

[wtchywoo]

　　　　closed starter for @heapcfglory​

　　　　There was no particular reason why Heather found herself parking in front of 5280 Old Cherry Road that afternoon, going to visit Billy hadn’t been more than an impulsive decision taken after that afternoon meeting with her support group. She’d even brought leftover food — cupcakes and cookies and a few slices of carrot cake some of the ladies always brought to the sessions in hope to cheer everyone’s mood. It wasn’t always effective, but surely Heather appreciated how involved and friendly everyone was there, it really felt like the only safe place left in Hawkins. She kept wishing Billy would join them at one point, but of course she wasn’t there to start arguing right now.

　　　　Heather just wanted to hang out. Watching tv, listening to that ear-smashing music he liked… She would have been good even with going for a ride. It was not like she didn’t have any other friends she could spend time with when feeling like her social batteries needed some recharge, but Billy was a whole other deal. She didn’t have to keep her smile always up with him, for once. Plus, there was something truly refreshing in spending town with a guy that didn’t care about girly things or the gossips going around time — especially when said gossips seemed to revolve around them lately.

　　　　But things weren’t going as planned. As soon as she’d reached the door, Heather had found herself FROZEN when hearing the noises coming from the inside of the house. Glass breaking, an adult man yelling… The words she could grasp weren’t anything she’d like to repeat, and the moment her mind started putting together what was really happening there — what had probably happened so many other times, she realized — her heart started to beat faster. She was about to ring the doorbell and try to stop that scary hell, but the door opened first. She jumped back in surprise, the bag of delicacies still in one hand as her eyes got wide as Heather found herself staring right at Billy.

[storiesungmoved]

@heapcfglory​ sent 🤕 (+reverse?) steve @ billy uvu

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

trope based starters

status: accepting

Another day, another goddamn fight with his dad. They always turn physical. Billy doesn’t know why he even talks back anymore when all it ends up doing is backfiring on him and he’s fucking punched. His cheek throbs and his lip is split. It could be worse, Billy thinks bitterly, but the worst part of this is Steve had seen him and insisted on cleaning up his wounds.

Billy had fought it, at first, but he’s honestly too exhausted to fight him. His side hurts from where he’d been kicked, injuries he hasn’t dared to show Steve but as he takes in a sharp inhale as cloth hits split lip, it turns into a grimace and unconsciously, his arm wraps around his side to feel over his bones. Nothing broken, he doesn't think, but damn if it isn’t bruised.

“I’m fine, Harrington. Just a fight with some asshole.” Not exactly a lie but he’s definitely trying to play it off like he’d picked the fight with someone that isn’t his dad. “Why the hell do you care anyway?” And why the hell is he letting Steve clean up his wounds?

[loverslanetm]

Starter for @heapcfglory​ (Billy)

She had been back for not that long...people celebrated her return...obviously her grave was removed...people told her how much they missed her..though things felt off. People were too nice...as if something had happend..other than her disappearing. Her curious mind wouldn’t let her not think about it..so...after doing what felt like months of research she landed at the other’s door step. She was aware that it was the middle of the day and she was probbaly disturbing Lunch..or something but she needed to talk to him. After the things she’s heard it sounded like he was one of the only people able to understand these memories..these...things she saw and heard. The moment the door opend she tried to give a friendly smile though her eyes were heavy with dark circles. “ Hey...you..don’t know me but...i think...we gotta talk. Can i come in?”

[witchoflegends]

@heapcfglory​ liked for a Mysterio Starter

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy wore the stupid pajamas of the kid, but he definitely wasn’t him. “And where’s the kid? Where’s Peter Parker?”

[musesinked]

PETER PARKER .

“ peter? ” if she hadn’t of known better, it looked as though he had just seen a ghost. “ wait, do i have toothpaste on my mouth? i swear i double checked before i left home! ” her tongue swiped along her lips, trying to seek out and exterminate any leftover minty paste that may have stubbornly stuck to her lips.

[sunkiisscd]

@heapcfglory​ / hearted for loki ( @ tony )

❝ Your midgardian wine is awful but a drink’s a drink. ❞

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

@heapcfglory​ didn’t technically ask for this but gets it anyway!

“So, uh... Pipsqueak. You like sushi? Cause I know a place just a couple blocks over that has a killer spicy salmon roll.”

[leasung]

@heapcfglory​  ➜  continued from this

"Long enough to not want to do it again." They may have stood there, observing and listening to the sleepy babbling of a sleeping Quentin. But at least they didn't come empty handed. Putting the paper cup down in front of Quentin, turning it around so Quentin can see the name on it. It isn't Quentin's. It says Sarah. "She had it coming."