#immortal billy hargrove

[weird-an]

tw: mentioned suicide attempts, but Billy can't die, depression, drugs

Billy isn't sure he's alive, but he knows he can't fucking die.

The doctors call it a miracle, he thinks it's a curse. The wounds healed, turning into thin scars, starting to fade after a few days. All the pain becoming only a faint ache. Starcourt is a memory, a bad dream, a fucking joke.

It can't be right. He feels like he's dying, when he's back at Cherry Lane, when he's at home, but far away from California.

His skin feels all wrong, too tight, too cold.

Neil says he's glad Billy survived the "fire at the mall", but he isn't happy about the hospital bills. He's disappointed that all of this happened, but Billy still isn't a man, knows nothing of respect and responsibility. Beating are lessons, but not lasting anymore, the bruises are gone after an hour.

Neil notices. Calls him a freak, a monster - like he has ever seen a real monster, like he knows what it feels like to have one inside his head, like he doesn't see one in the mirror every day.

It's the last day of 1985. Billy can't fucking die.

He tried to using the gun Neil shouldn't have, he tried to using too many pills, he tried to let the Camaro's engine running until he couldn't breathe - but he always wakes up. Sometimes hungover, sometimes hurting, always not dead.

He sits on the Camaro's hood at the quarry, after snorting a line of coke and drinking a bottle of vodka. His heart races, but he still doesn't feel shit.

"Jesus, Billy." Harrington's voice is soft, almost worried. It makes Billy turn around, before he can help himself.

Harrington's got a freaking suit on, tie loosened, hair tousled. He looks as tired as the world is. As Billy is.

"That's one hell of a New Year's party," Harrington says.

"Fuck off." Billy looks away, before he can get lost Harrington's stupid big brown eyes.

"Still better than the Harrington's annual New Year's function." Harrington sits next to him on the car, his knee bumping against Billy's.

"Why are you here?" Billy huffs, staring into the dead of the night. He wants to tell him to piss off, too, but he can't. His pulse is thundering in his ears and he's pretty sure it's got nothing to do with the coke.

"I don't know," Harrington admits. "Maybe I'm... alone."

Billy gets that. He's been alone ever since she walked out of the door.

Harrington laughs and it's a bitter parody of what it should sound like. "I don't know, it's stupid."

"It's not." Billy makes the mistake to turn towards him. Steve is so close. Steve is so warm. "Not at all."

He feels like Steve just offered him a piece of himself and he should give something back, but all he's got to offer is worthless.

"You should stay away," he says, heart in his throat. "I'm a monster."

Steve shakes his head. A curl tickles Billy's skin.

"I've seen monsters and you're not one of them," Steve whispers. His breath is ghosting over Billy's mouth.

Billy shakes, letting go of the breath he didn't know he held. He leans forward, presses his lips against Steve's.

There are fireworks illuminating the sky, pink, gold and blue chasing the darkness away.

Steve kisses back. Billy's lips tingle.

It's the first day of 1986.

Billy is alive. For the first time in months, maybe years.

[nymphwriter]

The statement 'I wish I was immortal.' Must have a funny response to someone who is immortal. Maybe like:

"In order to be immortal, you must die. Are you prepared to die?"

[katyawriteswhump]

Kiss me better (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 26 prompt, ‘Who did this to you?’

For Eddie, being an immortal sex demon has its advantages, especially when your boyfriend is left for dead. Also posted on my ao3

WC: 985. Rating: M (bordering E?)

CW: Sex, possible VERY temporary character death. Tags: Whump, magic au, Incubus!Eddie, hurt Steve, fluff.

***

Eddie finds Steve near the lake, crumpled on his side. He rolls Steve over, and his own blood congeals to ice.

Shiiiiit!

Steve’s apparently senseless, his face white as the winter frost. Eddie fumbles for a pulse, finds it—sluggish, fitful—near the telltale twin puncture wounds on Steve’s throat.

Steve’s lashes flutter. “Eddie? Sssorrry I stood you up, maaan.”

You’re seriously apologising for skipping our date? “Who did this to you?”

“Haa…gr…”

Hargrove! Eddie shouldda wasted that showboating vampire long ago.

Steve’s breaths are shallow gasps. He isn’t trying to hide his terror—so yeah, it’s super-bad. There’s barely a spot of blood on him. Billy’s pretty much chugged the lot.

“Eddie?” The whites of Steve’s eyes flash up and he falls completely limp.

Shiiiiit! Plural!

Okay, you got this, Munson.

Eddie rises, cradling Steve in his arms. He unleashes his wings, flies back to the trailer, sits with Steve on his bed…

…and kisses him.

Eddie’s magic stirs, tingles from his lips into Steve.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty.”

Eddie despairs, tastes his own salty tears. Then… Steve’s lips warm and soften. Eddie detects the whispering ghost of a breath, and Steve tentatively kisses back. Eddie plunges his tongue deep, and it all gets yummily messy.

Drink my power, Babe, to Hell with the consequences.

When Eddie pulls away, Steve’s awake. Woozy, though: “That was tooootally hot, dude.”

He’s no longer scared or in pain—a cool bonus feature of Eddie’s glamour. His skin is waxy, though, his pulse weak, and he’s still slumped boneless against Eddie.

The kiss wasn’t enough.

“Stevie. Uh, you know I said I was into you, but not into… full-on sex. You cool with me changing my mind?”

“Suuuure. Totally love you.” Steve faintly giggles: “You’re… gonna have to do… the h-heavy lifting… for a change.” He shudders and his head lolls sideways.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie knows what he must do.

***

Riiiight, so me and Eddie are having sex.

Steve hasn’t a clue how he got here, should possibly be freaking out. He’s drunk or high, or… Screw it, this is mega-hot. He’s lying on his back, knees hitched up. His gorgeous boyfriend is butt naked, and taking him with slow, deep strokes, striking sweet spots Steve never knew he had.

“Uh… wow?”

Eddie stoops, captures Steve lips in a brief but searing kiss. “Love you, Babe. Couldn’t lose you.”

Huh?

Eddie laps Steve up with thirsty eyes, which seems to strip him naked, even beyond his skin. Steve gasps, squirms: “Gnnng, Eddie. Too good… gonna…” Fuck! Don’t want this over too quick.

“You’re doing great, Babe. Ride with it.”

“Damn!” Steve bites his lip.

He hasn't come yet. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Eddie’s fucking and filling him, kindling an insatiable itch that builds and builds. If he’d realised sex with a guy was gonna be this crazy-awesome, he’d have had his gay cherry popped years ago.

He reaches up, touches Eddie’s face. Eddie’s loving gaze seems to sweep him into a deep, raging whirlpool, and it’s kinda overwhelming. Steve closes his eyes, and it gets freakier. Eddie’s sexy tats rear up in the darkness—bats swirl, puppets dance, and that skull cackles, ape-shit mental.

The weird shit briefly knocks him from his ‘gonna-come-soon’ happy place. Then Eddie’s lips recapture his, and they’re totally at one. Steve comes hard, with the merest friction against his dick. Simultaneously, Eddie shoots his load, flooding Steve with a crazy, tingly warmth that somehow jets to his deepest veins.

Steve floats. Totally blissed out.

Next thing he knows, Eddie spoons him from behind, cocooning him in a warm fuzz.

“That was epic,” says Steve. “Why d’you stall so long?”

***

When Steve awakes, Eddie sits on the bed, shirtless, twisting his rings. He notices Steve stir and jumps as if slapped.

“Steve! How you doing?”

“Good. I think.” He can’t remember last night. He’s not hungover, though. “Uh, kinda sore?” Woah! He recalls the AWESOME SEX and cackles. “That’s on you, Munson.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Eddie.

“What for?” Steve raises himself on an elbow. The room spins then settles… then panic strikes. “You gonna dump my ass?”

“No! No way.” Eddie gets up, starts pacing. “Look, there’s a teeny chance you died last night. And that this morning, you’re a vampire. Sired—uh, that means sorta enslaved—to Billy Hargrove. Or a minor sex demon. Sired to me. Or perhaps still human. Jury’s out. Not sure if you actually passed, or if I snatched you back in time.”

“What?” Steve’s panic surges. “No, no, no! Last night was a bad trip. Good trip?” He scrapes his hair from his face. “I’m confused.”

“Stevie, Hargrove is a vampire. He drank from you, left you dying. I saved you by… Listen, usually I leech life-force through sex with humans—that’s why I was hesitant to jump your bones. In a fix, though, I can pass life on. Bit of a headache, my overlord’s gonna be pissed. Totally worth it.” Eddie stops pacing, raises his hands kinda defensively. “Babe, I’m an Incubus.”

“A whut?”

“Immortal sex demon?”

Eddie unleashes some feathery black wings, which brush to the cluttered walls of his room, lightly strumming his guitar strings. Steve backs into a corner, blanket hugged before him.

The wings vanish.

Eddie dumps his ass back on the bed, leans beside Steve. Steve’s trembling with shock, cold sweat beading his brow. Talk about mind boggling! “Did you fuck me back to life, dude?”

Eddie shrugs. “Possibly.”

Steve’s close to losing his shit. He should totally split; like, flee the state. Instead, he flings his arms around Eddie, smacks a kiss on his boyfriend’s angst-ridden face. 

“Chill,” says Steve. “I’m sure as heck not sired, or whatever, to Hargrove—I wanna get naked with YOU. Evidence suggests I’m still a brainless teen.”

“Babe, it’s risky—”

“Jesus! I’m fine.” Steve ignores his inner screams of terror, pushes Eddie flat against the pillows and kisses him stupid.

[hg-deranged-edition]

TW for mentioned child abuse, a bit of cruel language surrounding it

Billy Hargrove was a beautiful, beautiful creature, as well as one who cloaked himself in thorns.

He had an unapproachable air to him, a gaze that would hit you with a shocking sense of inadequacy, and a nasty grin that left you feeling stupid. When that didn’t work, he would escalate to violence, and mark you with reminders of why you shouldn’t fuck with him.

At least, that’s the image he desperately tried to project. But Steve knew better.

In every little moment in between, Billy would relax despite himself. He’d get lost in thought and stare vacantly ahead, a haunted look replacing the venomous one before. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t truly cover himself up. It’s only natural he’d lose his grip on his coat; animals are supposed to rest, and certainly not be on alert 24/7. The melancholy would always find a way to seep through.

Steve was terribly, terribly in love with Billy Hargrove. Figures.

They didn’t share many classes, and they certainly didn’t talk, not since last year. Steve should hate him. Steve should really fucking hate him. But he can’t, and he knows for a damn fact that Billy loves him, too. It’s not like he’s the only person who stares.

So now they’re caught at a stalemate, both people wanting and aware of the other’s want, but absolutely refusing to reach out. A constant dance, a routine, getting so close but unable to touch. It’s funny, Steve hasn’t spoken to Billy outside of sharing pencils and thanks in months, yet he almost knows him the way a lover would. Has spent collective hours staring at every minute detail of Billy’s face, but only has a hazy recollection of his voice. Can’t quite grasp the low timbre of his voice in his fantasies. Occasionally feels like he’s never heard it all. But he always jumps at the sound of it, tinkling down the hall, never meant for him.

But he knows his face. His hair, how it bursts out in booming waves from his scalp. Not unlike the waves he yearns for, but still like a painting; promises of the ocean and a glimpse of his love, immortalized in his very body. Knows how his lashes fan across his face, looking almost demure when he’s bored in class and lets his mask slip. Knows the sharp edges of his cupid’s bow, the way his shitty stache sits atop them. Knows how pretty the shades of his bruises are, large and swallowing up his tan. Soon all evidence of his home will be lost.

It’s not hard, to see it when you really look at Billy. To be frank, it’s so obvious it’s disgusting. Despite what everyone tells him, he’s not as stupid as he looks. That, or it’s so genuinely so clear it doesn’t take many braincells rubbing to figure it out at all.

Billy’s home isn’t safe. Go figure, no wonder why he’s an ass.

Billy doesn’t want anyone to know. Again, go figure, no wonder he doesn’t let anyone close.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, after November last year, when Steve saw Billy after days of radio silence and saw bruises he had most certainly not left himself. Not only had he made a complete and utter fool of himself in their fight, but he had only landed a couple hits, maybe four or five, tops. But there Billy was, his face a mimicry of Steve’s, a stiffness to his limbs that left much to the imagination. Not even close to the suave, assured movements from only a week before.

Not to mention the myriad other bruises that kept popping up, well after their fight, appearing through regular stretches of time, almost planned. Like clockwork, he’d always show up worse after a break, after a weekend, after time at home.

So yeah. He’s not fully sure why no one else really brings it up. Probably something to do with how it’s weirder to see Billy not in pain. Bruises suit him so well they blend in, a sight so natural you don’t stop to question it.

Billy glares when he stares at his bruises too long.

So they stay quiet, orbiting one another but not getting too close. It’s agonizing, horrible, but it might be for the best. Might.

It’s bullshit. It’s fucking bullshit and Steve knows, he knows, okay? It’s bullshit and he never really stopped being a liar because the truth is that he could have bullied Billy into being his friend at any time, could have been persistent and it’s not like the bastard can fucking avoid him, they go to goddamn high school together, it’s just that Steve is afraid, so terribly fucking afraid and so goddamn lonely. The bastard isn’t unapproachable, he literally sits right next to him in third period English, so fucking obviously hopeful and disappointed at every break.

So with Nancy’s voice looping bullshit, bullshit, bullshit in his brain, he resolves himself, grows a pair of fucking fat balls and approaches literally the worst guy ever after school when they’re waiting for the kids, as pathetically parked close together as always. God this is fucking embarassing.

[ihni]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

[malka-lisitsa]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random!

@hargrove is THE BILLY HARGROVE. Excellent headcanons, amazing flawless portrayal. The dynamic with Max is amazing and so fun to read. Love the relationship between him and Katherine.

@ofcrossrcads Probably one of my fave Oc's hands down. The Demon is such an interesting character on their own, plus the Mun is adorable <333

@touchedbydestiny My fave Nadia, hands down, but on top of that, she plays a lot of other fun characters that don't get as much attention. If you're looking for Amara the bitch has been hiding in this blog the whole time. Genuine article- Qetzia come get'er. (And give me my damn immortality)

@langdhon !! THE MICHAEL LANGDON YALL. But not only is Ava a flawless Langdon, she's recently brought her perfection to Crowley and Cain over on @hellroyalty and Im so excited to see all the interactions.

@floripire is a very well fleshed out and interesting legacies OC and honestly I love Flori.

[wolfnprey]

writing poll tag game

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips and then whichever one wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets.

tagged by @oliverstaark

I can't imagine a lot of people voting on mine but I'm doing it anyway.

tagging: @honestlydarkprincess @trippedandfell @oneawkwardcookie @useramor @folk-fae

[fireheld]

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?

fireheld — indie billy hargrove. | 21+ | semi-lit & revamped. | semi-selective. | not fandom associated.

[medusapelagia]

Medusapelagia’s AU-gust 2023 Masterlist

Complete Serie on A03

01 Au-gust: Sightless Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Blind Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression

02 AU-gust: Immortals Rating: Teen and up elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

03 AU-gust: Writer Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

04 AU-gust: Runaway Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of blood, Vampire Eddie Munson

05 AU-gust: Pet Sitter Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

06 AU-gust: Domestic Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: homophobic language

07 AU-gust: Boarding School Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

08 Au-gust: Robots and Androids (Part 1, Part 2, ...) Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

09 AU-gust: Cleaning Crew Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, implied reference to prostitution, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Dad Steve Harrington

10 AU-gust: Exile Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson/Original Character WT: open ending

11 AU-gust: Doppleganger Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

12 AU-gust: Bookstore Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

13 AU-gust: Behind the mirror Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

14 AU-gust: Wizard and Witches Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

15 AU-gust: Ancient History Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: implied reference to underage

16 AU-gust: Road Trip Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

17 AU-gust: Fallen Angel Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

18 AU-gust: Time Travel (NFSW) Rating: Explicit elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: blow job

19 AU-gust: Shapeshifter Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of blood, implied reference to depression, mention of animal death

20 AU-gust: Reconnection Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, hospital, Medical Inaccuracies

21 AU-gust: Coaches Rating: Teen and up elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Billy Hargrove, Permanently Injured Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression

22 AU-gust: Celebrities Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, car accident

23 AU-gust: Joker (shipwrecked) Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

24 AU-gust: Crime Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of violence, dark Eddie Munson, injury and blood, reference to drugs

25 Au-gust: Joker (Western) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of violence, mention of raping, use of the world Indians to define Native Americans

26 AU-gust: Lighthouse (Part 1, Part 2, ...) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Monsters, self inflict injury

27 AU-gust: Fantastic Creatures Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: age difference (when they meet Steve is only a child and Eddie is older)

28 AU-gust: Royalty Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson

29 AU-gust: Dark Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Dark Steve Harrington

30 AU-gust: Joker (Sculpture Artist) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: ambigous ending

31 AU-gust: Two of 2022 prompts (Hanahaki Disease + Surfer) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson WT: blood, sickfick, mutual pinning

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Sebastian’s 2022 Fic Round Up

HEY EVERYONE I JUST REALIZED IT IS IN FACT THE LAST DAY OF 2022 AND I SHOULD POST THIS. This is all the fic I’ve posted to Ao3 this year. Less works than last year, but I’ve done some longer podfics now and definitely have spread out over more fandoms. Also some of these are still WIPs if I ever get around to it between school, original writing, and learning to play guitar.

The Mechanisms:

The Jokers 9.3k (Ashes/Jonny, draft title was “what if they weren’t just besties but lovers?”and I stand by that as a description)

The Edges of What We Might Be 17.2k words (Ashes/Jonny)

PODFIC-"Guns Don't Kill People, It's Impossible to Be Killed By a Gun, We Are All Invincible To Bullets and It's a Miracle" (Gen)

Nastya’s Love Song 569 words (Nastya/Aurora)

Ashes’ Final Fuck You Song 1.9k, WIP (Gen)

Immortal is just another word for Endless 537 words, WIP (Gen)

Our Flag Means Death:

Jim Returns to Nana 1.5k (Jim Jimenez/Oluwande Boodhari)

Being Jim 691 words, WIP (a.k.a. I have so many gender feelings about Jim Jimenez) (Jim Jimenez/Oluwande Boodhari)

The Sandman:

The Prince of Wandering Dreams 3.2k (Gen)

Immortality is just another word for Endless 537 words, WIP (Gen)

Welcome To Nightvale:

PODFIC-"Guns Don't Kill People, It's Impossible to Be Killed By a Gun, We Are All Invincible To Bullets and It's a Miracle" (Gen)

Stranger Things:

PODFIC- 'immunity, long overdue; contagion, i exhale you' (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove)

BBC Merlin:

When I Ruled The World 8.6k (Morgana/Gwen)

Helluva Boss:

Rose Colored Boy 2.4k  (Blitz/Stolas Goetia)

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ i loved you then and i love you now. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Billy }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @shatterxdsouls​​ ❫

In the many years the vampire had been around, he’s never once questioned fate’s design. Okay, maybe that was a lie. Because Eddie had questioned it when his ice cold heart would warm up every time he was in the werewolf’s presence, mainly because at first he found him to be quite a pain in the ass so he didn’t understand why he wanted him so damn bad. And once the metalhead understood why, he couldn’t even imagine his life without Billy in it, after all the other was his mate. 

But then Steve entered the picture and he was feeling the same thing, which had him questioning fate’s design again because Steve was mortal so one day, he’ll die so why was did fate make him their mate? Especially when he didn’t have eternity like them, well like him. Since he realistically knew that werewolves weren’t typically immortal like vampires and some other supernatural creatures. And that had scared him, knowing he’d lose them both of them one day. That he’d be on his own again, so much that Munson freaked out and kinda just took off, disappearing on them. 

Was trying to go into an eternal sleep but of course Hargrove had tracked him down before he could manage it, which caused him to give him a sheepish grin before huffing at the audacity that something was wrong before he started questioning him before he could stop the word vomit. Mentally wishing the ground would open up and swallow him for having the audacity to question Billy on why. Arms crossing across his chest as his eyes flickered downwards, muttering an apology before he heard the response. ❝And you love me forever, I know.❞ Eddie remarked, still not looking at his boyfriend. ❝Just like I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever and always as well Billy. Nothing will ever change that.❞ The metalhead admitted before a soft sigh escaped his throat. ❝I just don’t know why fate decided we’re a perfect match if eternity is a lie.❞

[joe-moi]

What confuses me the most about Munch is the claim at the start of every episode that those were real events that happened in 2019. So either Noah Hawley has taken creative liberty with certain stuff, or real-life Munch must have been seriously mentally ill to believe he was immortal or something.

As for the room, the Metallica poster, the cropped nude pictures of women, the handcuffs... Billy Hargrove, hands down. To say a room with a confederate flag looks like a modern version of Eddie's is an insult to his character. I mean, Billy's dad was his own warning and we all remember that scene with Max about Lucas...

it’s not a true story. They put that in there to get people more invested and it was something that they did in the movie, and then he’s just kept it. But it’s not a true story.

I mean, I even said that I didn’t notice that flag right away. I had to go back and watch it to even notice the flag. So I think you can forgive me for thinking that it looked like Eddies room from first glance.

[storiesofthenight]

@insidi0sum asked: 😘🩹 for billy pls [x]

Surviving Starcourt had been ... a miracle. Billy knew that. He was so painfully aware of it, that sometimes it broke his heart a little. Once upon a time, he had believed that after everything he'd survived already in his life, he could survive anything. Nothing could ever bring Billy Hargrove down completely. He was ... immortal ...

And then the monster had taken him over and enslaved his mind, breaking him in so many more ways than anyone had ever managed before. Breaking free had been the hardest thing he'd ever done, and he had been so certain that he would die. If not by the damage to his physical form then perhaps the mental damage the monster had done on top of everything he'd already buried deep down.

Even today, months later, he could still feel those little cracks inside his mind. As if sometimes, just one single word would be enough to shatter him. And he hated it in a sense, because he had been strong once. He had been fierce, unstoppable. He would have burned down the world and now here he was ... the world burning and he along with it.

With his eyes closed, he sat under the water of the shower in silence. Legs crossed, facing the wall as he tried to piece himself together a little after the day he'd just had. His strength was returning gradually and he was able to handle himself on his own again, most of the time. But the sunlight still left him nauseous and he found himself needing cool showers to help the racing of his heart slow down.

How long he'd been sitting there, he wasn't all too sure, all sense of time seeming to blur together as he heard only the sound of the water crashing down on him and the tiles around him. He hadn't even heard the footsteps coming into the bathroom, or the curtain sliding open. So drowned in his thoughts, that he tensed up a moment when he felt the warmth of a kiss on his back, right where the monster had pierced him.

For a second, his hands at his sides tightened into fists, ready to retaliate to whoever it was that was daring to get so close to him without warning him. It was the scent of the other that calmed him down though, for he'd gotten to know the scent of Nick like no other.

And then another kiss came, a little higher this time. Pressed against a smaller scar at the back of his neck, and another, and another. Soft kisses, almost like whispers, enough to draw him back to reality entirely. His heart skipping a beat as he let out a soft and shuddering sigh.

"Don't stop." His voice was but a whisper, for he didn't dare speak up louder, scared that his voice would break as he felt himself melt into the kisses and break at the same time. Kindness, oh how he had wished for it for so long, wondered what it felt like, that now, he still found it hard sometimes to process.

[umrti]

N̲O̲W̲ ̲ ̲I̲ ̲ ̲A̲M̲ ̲ ̲B̲E̲C̲O̲M̲E̲ ̲ ̲D̲E̲A̲T̲H̲ #umrti : an independent & private original character sable mortimer, the personification of death. inspired by various interpretations over the years, including but not limited to those of : terry pratchett, neil gaiman, ingmar bergman, various mythologies, the films death takes a holiday, meet joe black, the final destination franchise & more. canon, au, oc etc friendly. written by ink ( she / her, 25+, melb. australia ). sporadic & low activity. slow in-character writing. beta only. temp rules & about etc under the cut. T̲H̲E̲ ̲ ̲D̲E̲S̲T̲R̲O̲Y̲E̲R̲ ̲ ̲O̲F̲ ̲ ̲W̲O̲R̲L̲D̲S̲

death has various faces as it is not really bound to any one shape or form, & so its fc may change on occasion. i have a list of various faceclaims, & they run the gamut in terms of ethnicity, age ( though none younger than early 20s ), sex, gender identity, etc. the only thing they really have in common is, for the most part, they have dark hair.

THE CURRENT FACECLAIM IS ADAM BRODY. mostly from ready or not ( 2019 ), but occasionally from more recent works, too. therefore death currently presents as a man in his mid thirties to early forties.

death goes by any singular pronouns. if in doubt, use he or it. or simply use death or sable.

death is neither good nor bad. death just is.

threads will be written in FIRST PERSON pov. you do not have to copy this, dw

nsfw may be present, & will always be tagged 'nsfw /'

similarly, i tag triggers as 'TRIGGER /'. i tag everything common, but let me know if you have specifics.

i have a banned fc list, but as i rarely if ever see them these days, i won't bother listing them out. for characters, i do not write with canon rapists, paedophiles, school shooters, racists, or anything of the like. this includes, but is not limited to : tate langdon, billy hargrove, chuck bass, freddy krueger, & others.

as death is omniscient & omnipresent, i am happy to write with characters who have been killed, who have killed, who deal with death, who are trying to bargain with death, who are dying etc. characters do not need to be alive to interact. it is death, after all.

on that note : death is not an active killer. it gets blamed for deaths, but all it does is help on make the transition from one world to the next. it is not sickness, it is not a gun, it is not anything that actively kills someone. it is just the result. but yes . . . it can be bargained with. rarely.

• example : the first death in final destination ( 2000 ) - the one where death was wholly actively complicit ? that is not correct. the rest of the deaths in the series - where they could feasibly be accidents ? that's death. an inevitability.

immortality is obviously something that will crop up for some characters, but it is likely they too will at least have experienced death in some capacity, be it the death of a loved one if not themself.

i do think death should be smooched & i'm not afraid to say it. it is a lonely & often thankless job, & oftentimes the wrong people use its name to give themselves a pass for doing bad things. sometimes it just wants to feel appreciated, despite it all.

death is pansexual panromantic. do with that what u will.

be a nice person, pls & thank u.

[memes-saved-me]

I picked the brain of the guy at work who's a hardcore D&D player and it was interesting. He said yeah Vecna would need a corpse to present himself and that he is pretty much the lord of the necromancy world. And he agreed that it would make sense that he's someone from the future

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@the-immortals-assistant​ said:   [ FIGHT ] + reverse

                ˜”*°•.      Tricky games  could  the night  play ;  what’d once  looked  vivid , full  of  life and  voices ,  now nothing ,  quiet ,  empty . People  that’d  ran around ,  shouted ,  jumped into  the  water , swum ,  now  absent ; the  water  still , the  chairs  empty . And  the  sun that’d   been  aching him ,  burning  him all  day  long ?  Gone  as  well . He  could  finally breath .    

The  room  was  quiet , too  quiet .  Five . Three .  Two .  Click .  Locker was  unlocked .  Take his  shirt,  leave this  damned  pool . This’d  been  the plan .  But  of course ,  oh  of course ,  that  infuriating voice  would  have broken  the  silence . Of  course ,  that  walking  nuisance would  have  honored  him with  her  presence . Fish .  One  of  Max’s  most irritating  friends ,  and quite  honestly ,  one that  didn’t  know when  to  keep  her mouth  shut .

❝ Really  now ? ❞  Tone  had something  snarky  in  it ;  lock shut  closed .  Don’t  don’t  don’t .  ❝ You  know … it’s  funny  really . This delusion  you’ve  got . ❞  Corner  of the  lips  stretched upwards  into  a  scornful smirk ; steps  made  forwards . ❝ That  you  can  just provoke hierarchy . ❞  Distance closing ;  she’s  dangerous , she’s  an  enemy . ❝ You  are  kind of  wrong . ❞  And  with that ,  she  was shoved  roughly  against the  wall .