#wtchywoo

        in hindsight, billy didn’t think it was possible. it wasn’t even the full moon, nowhere near close to it, but by the time the fight had gone past just harsh words being exchanged he knew things weren’t going to end well. neil just knew exactly which buttons to push to get the desired effect and billy usually took it just to get it done and over with. or he used to -- the wolf, however, wasn’t having it. 

        he’s shaking with pent up anger and energy by the time things go to shit, bad enough that the beast has absolutely no issue taking over and honestly, he would have laughed at the shocked expression on his father’s face if the situation wasn’t quite so dire. because one moment he’s being shoved into the wall, bracing himself for the punch, the next the arm is shooting out, grasping at neil’s arm to keep it there automatically and everything after that just dissolves into one massive blur as the wolf essentially, takes over. 

        he doesn’t quite prepare himself for the gun his father keeps stashed -- billy would know, the wolf however doesn’t as he advances with one goal and one goal alone in his mind, the gunshot and the yelp that follows suit the only things that drown out neil hargrove’s screams as the wolf tears at flesh, painting blonde fur red with blood. only once the body underneath stops struggling and going slack, a mess of limbs that’s barely recognizable anymore, does the pain settle in. he hadn’t been lucky enough to avoid the shot, blood pouring out of the wound at his shoulder and that coupled with the mess and the bits and pieces of conscience that manages to seep through is enough to get him to run. 

        the wolf may not feel remorse, but even dumb canine can break apart that whatever he’d done had been bad -- so billy runs. runs as fast as he can with the wound, to the only place he can think of at the moment. the only place that screams safe, safe, safe in his mind as he beelines for the holloway residence, drenched in blood, both neil’s and his own. 

         the longer the line rings, the more billy thinks that no one’s going to answer. and why would she? he’s given her every reason not to. the first being it’s the middle of the freaking night and the second -- well, he doesn’t really need to think back on couple of days prior when neil had once again gone out of his way to ruin the tiniest speck of happiness that billy could have had going onto a date with a girl he’s actually, genuinelly interested in for once. a simple remark, something regarding curfew and him being old enough to stay out later than intended had been the wrong thing to say. everything always is -- why billy can’t keep himself from opening his mouth when the situation least requires him to, is beyond him, but it’s why he finds himself here, two days later, calling the only one who knows might answer, even if he doesn’t really deserve her to.

        and he wanted to call before. wanted to apologize and let heather know what happened, the hoodie currently pulled over the top of his head, just because the damage that’s been done is too awful to be looked at if anyone were to catch sight of him. couldn’t quite bring himself to, however. it’s only now, with his car swerved off the road and tucked against a tree, broken down and unable to start that he finds himself calling -- lucky enough that he’s managed to find some cash on him to get the payphone running.

        with neil in one of his moods again, he needed to get out of the house, regardless of the fact that he literally had nowhere to go in the first place. the roads however, proving much more dangerous than what billy was used to. snow in hawkins was -- something. nothing billy wanted and nothing he’s been prepared for with the lack of clothes appropriate for cold weather as he now stood, pulling the jeans jacket tighter together, the hoddie underneath just not cutting it. driving in this weather -- was even worse in the blond’s opinion, the roads slippery as all hell and the reason why he’s now stuck in bumfuck nowhere, calling the only person that might give him the chance of day. or night. well .. maybe. unless she’s really mad, in which case he’s basically fucked. 

@wtchywoo​ in response to late night calls

                     He flinched when he heard his own name coming from his smartphone speaker, effectively dispelling the last dredges of numbing sleep from his brain. He hadn’t been asleep, exactly, but in a blurry state between panicked dreaming and semi-conscious alertness that made him reach for his phone, apparently. He rubbed a hand over his face, swearing under his breath. His forehead was clammy with cold sweat, and he could still hear his heartbeat thumping inside his ears. A nightmare, one of the worse ones. Zola’s face was still grinning down at him whenever Bucky closed his eyes, and the unfeeling metal arm hurt where the remnants of his arm used to be after the fall. Company helped in moments like these, which probably was why he had unconsciously opted to call someone. There weren’t a lot of names in his contacts: Steve, of course, and Sam. Raynor. Yori because he couldn’t bring himself to delete his number. Leah had the misfortune of having a name that started with a letter located in the front of the alphabet.

T’Chana was standing in front of the mirror. She was becoming Queen of Wakanda, a few more days left for the ceremony. And with that the heritage of the Black Panther. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that step after all. Her father had been the wisest man she knew and without him, she felt lost in this world. Not only did she lose her mother at a young age but also her father. She felt like she was alone with thsi huge burden. When the door opened, a familar face walked in. 

“That’s how a queen looks, right?”

@wtchywoo​ said;  drunk :  my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. 

     the party is .. not a total bust, as far as billy’s concerned. there’s free snacks and booze and weed and whatever other shit people could get their hands onto. he’s got tommy and the rest of their little crew following him around all evening as if he’s got absolutely nothing better to do and it’s fun for the first hour or two, but by the time he’s already well plastered, he finds himself wondering whether that’s really all it’s made out to be. turns out that the chicks that keep on throwing themselves onto his feet don’t interest him in the slightest. there’s no competition as far as keg stands went, either and while the party had been fun and all, it becomes boring real fucking fast. boring to the point of billy deciding to just .. get out of there, before he’ll actually end up falling into bed with some of those hawkins high cows he really had no interest of so much as talking to.

    it’s nothing new -- he’d done it before, driving absolutely plastered like this and he’s keeping a slower pace than usual -- incredibly lucky that no cops decide to pull him over, else neil would have a fucking field day with that. he had no set destination in mind by the time he left the party, realizing he knew exactly where he wanted to go by the time the house had been out of sight, however. 

@wtchywoo​ said; “Here, I brought you another blanket.” (Heather & Billy 😌)

     billy doesn’t even manage a reply, before he has to sneeze again, wiping his nose afterwards. fucking gross. he’s feeling all kinds of awful, as one does when it’s flu season -- he’d just hoped his immune system would have been good enough to avoid it. 

    it’s been a while since he’d actually been properly sick, after all, keeping himself well and in shape. summer doesn’t count, regardless of how shitty he had felt  if for different reason entirely and he grasps the blanket with more urgency than is needed, wrapping it around himself, absolutely hating how goddamn cold he’s feeling. 

    he’s probably a sight, wrapped up in blankets like that to keep himself warm, huddled up on her couch, pale and sweaty and runny nose and all -- it’s ridiculous. billy fucking hates it. “ this fucking sucks. “ and he’ll make it known -- he hasn’t stopped complaining since he got there, but heather doesn’t mind one bit.