Monsters in the Dark #18
Dark themes, fluff, alcohol consumption, f/reader.
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“You know I used to run around pretending to be married to Hades?” You asked Billy, taking a sip of your wine. It was the good stuff, the expensive Zinfandel that Billy knew you loved.
Billy looked over, fingers massaging your calves as you both enjoyed a Friday night together, and watching some action/adventure flick.
You weren’t sure what it was about anymore, too tipsy to care. And too focused on Billy’s touch. You had a one track mind when it came to him.
Something Billy was very aware of.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, sipping his beer.
You scooted closer, spilling your wine a little on your hand, as you giggled a little drunk, “I was obsessed with Greek mythology. My daddy had endless books on the subject. He was a professor. I often stole his books, and climbed my favorite tree and read. It made him mad.” You said, feeling bittersweet remembering your father. You loved him because he was still your father.
Billy’s fingers gripped your chin, noticing your faraway eyes, making you look at him; “You're stronger without him.” He said fiercely.
You smiled softly.
“Later on I became obsessed with villains like the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera, something my foster mother never understood. She said it was dangerous to love the darkness, that I was too soft. But I never cared for white knights. They bored me.” You explained.
Billy smiled, imagining little you running around fantasizing about Hades, stealing your father’s books, and hiding in trees.
“It reminds me of myself, I used to hide in little nooks and crannies reading westerns, and dreaming of being a cowboy. I remember fantasizin’ about rescuin’ the girl.” He told you. His memories were also tinged with bittersweetness.
“I became more of a villain than a hero.” Billy said, finishing off his beer. Maria would say he was an antihero, but sometimes Billy wasn’t so sure.
Because he had told himself you could never leave him, that he’d drag you back if he had to. It made him more of a villain than anything.
You grinned at him, “Billy is my Hades.” You admitted, taking another sip of wine.
Billy chuckled; “I’m your godly lover, huh?” He asked, pinching your cheek.
He could imagine Maria telling you he didn’t need his ego stroked.
You looked at him shyly, “Could I be your Persephone?” You asked, the alcohol making your mind feel warm and fuzzy.
Billy smiled wickedly, “Of course, baby. You’re the only goddess I want to worship.” He purred.
You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “Love you, Bill. Thorns and all.”
Billy’s heart skipped a beat. He loved you, thorns and all, too.
Tutus.
+roommate au, fluff, possessive behavior, reader is ADHD coded, kissing, fem!reader+
I realized I had described a Calvin Klein cologne that did not exist, so I did more research into what some of them smell like. My apologies.
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.
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He fisted your hair, “Asked you a question, sweet pea.” You had been distracted by how good he smelled, like something spicy, his cologne probably. It was entirely Billy.
His new roommate was always distracted, however. His fingers tightened in your hair, wanting to make you his, to kiss you in a way that left no room for question on who you belonged to.
He was taken with you almost violently. By your tenderness.
You raised your eyes to his, so rarely you gave eye contact to people. You didn’t like them looking into your soul, and you didn’t like looking into theirs. You always ended up focusing on the whites of their eyes, or maybe if that person had a god complex, or if they were thinking about touching you. People liked to approach you, and touch you without asking.
But you gave Billy eye contact, always drawn into his dark gaze that stripped you down. He was the only person who could touch you, too, besides Curtis. They made you feel safe, the only two who didn’t make you feel like ripping your skin off. “Huh?” You asked, tilting your head.
He laughed, “Text me when you get home from Curtis, okay?”
You looked at him sheepishly, “You smell good,” you said, leaning closer.
“Calvin Klein.” He answered, as you sniffed his neck.
“Can I wear some?” You asked sweetly.
“Men's cologne?” He raised an eyebrow, fingers still tangled in your hair.
“Mhm. Wanna smell like you.” You hummed, eyes hooded.
“Sure, sweet pea.”
You didn’t answer his previous question, kissing him instead. But you’d been kissing him ever since he’d come home with your favorite tea last week. Apparently the way to your heart was tea.
He smiled into your mouth, unable to resist your want of him.
It reminds me of going to the beach with my dad in his VW Bug with the top rolled down. I’d sea4ch the beach for sea shells and bring them to him. ♥️
シロアジサシの島
Hi. Long time reader. I really love all your fics. You made me love Billy even more.
As someone with chronic pain due to scoliosis, I also want a Billy of my own to give me massages 😅
Thank you so much for reading! 💜 I really appreciate it. I’ve heard scoliosis can be disabling. How severe is yours? I don’t have scoliosis, but I have fibromyalgia. It effects most of my body, and is pretty disabling. Though, it varies from person to person.
I think we all need a Billy to give us massages. 💜
Oh shit, this is them! 🥺 💕 I love this dynamic though. I’m such a slut for it. 😂 it makes me so happy you thought of them, though. 💜
thinking about the dynamic between the self-made cynic and the bleeding heart
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