#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.

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?”

@heapcfglory​ / hearted for loki ( @ tony )

@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.”

@heapcfglory​  ➜  continued from this

　　　　That had been a really nice date, possibly one of the best they’d ever had, even the first time they’d been dating. Maybe it was precisely because of that — because of the fact that the tension and awkwardness that had been there when they were getting to know each other was gone now, washed away by months spent fighting monsters and all the ups and downs they’d been through for a lot of different reasons apart from the supernatural. Butterflies in her stomach had never left, yet sitting at that restaurant and then ending up on her bed had felt like the most normal thing. Like two people getting close again, after already knowing each other so well, because so many were the troubles they’d walked through together.

　　　　　Maybe all the mess and the breaking up once had been what they’d needed to end up right there, comfortable in a way they’d never been otherwise.

　　　　　« You want to fall asleep here? » She chuckled in a soft tone, voice kept low to keep her parents from hearing there was a boy in her room. Nancy’s hand kept playing with his hair as Steve’s head rested on her knees, hairspray making it only slightly sticky but not any less soft. She reached down to leave a kiss on his lips, not the first nor the last she’d gifted him with that evening. Maybe the wine they’d shared at Enzo’s was making her feel even more smitten, but her heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. « I feel a bit drunk, don’t know if it’s the Prosecco, though. »