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How I’m Imagining You.
A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.
Warnings; sexual fantasy, sexism, misogynistic ideas, religious/spiritual abuse, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
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You were drawn to Billy like a moth to a flame, but your strict religious upbringing made shame descend, making your neck prickle as though God himself was watching. As though he’d cared about some nobody girl hung up on her roommate.
For a while, you allowed yourself to indulge in sin, as you laid in his bed and fantasized about his kiss, his mouth on you, and his beard scratching your thighs. How his cock would feel in your hands, like velvet steel.
The way he’d taste on your tongue, the feel of him in your mouth, heavy on your tongue, how he’d make your jaw ache in the best way. How he’d fuck your throat.
“You’re ruined for me, aren’t you baby?” You could hear him say in your head, making you press your thighs together. He’d laugh; “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Your cheeks were hot, and you ached between your thighs, desperate for his touch.
“Where do you want me, pretty girl?”
He was your hallelujah, amen. You wanted to worship him; you were sure he’d make you see God.
Your foster mother always warned of passion, of it snares.
“Why buy the cow if he can get the milk for free?”
As though women were cattle to be sold, a commodity. As though marriage was all they were good for. Pleasure was for men, childbearing was for women. You remembered the first time you touched yourself, she’d caught you and beat you with a rod.
“Spare the rod, spoil the child.” She used to walk around saying, making sure all the children behaved.
His bedroom door opened and you jumped, “Want some takeout, baby?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You looked like you’d gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You were supposed to be taking a nap.
You nodded, cheeks warm.
You left his room with him, aching.
But that was what you got for thinking impure thoughts.
The self flagellation felt good.
Lavender.
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
Warnings; grumpy!Billy, dark themes, and hints of abuse from reader’s father, kissing, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
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You came in excitedly, seeing Billy waiting at the door for you, arms crossed, “Billy—“
“It’s been raining cats and dogs outside. Where the fuck were you?” He growled, his worry translating to anger. He was not at all used to worrying after people.
You pulled off your coat. You were soaked through, dripping on the floor. “Getting you this,” you said softly, unconcerned with his temper, soft with him as always, pulling out a bundle of lavender. “It promotes sleep, if put under your pillows.” You said.
Fuck. You were so sweet.
His cheeks flushed, and he looked down. Your socks and everything were soaked from the downpour.
“C’mon.” He said shortly, making you follow him down the hall and into his room. Billy knew you were disorganized and had forgotten to do your laundry.
He pulled out a sweater and some sweatpants. “Put these on,” he said, before leaving the room.
While he waited his heart raced. He wasn’t sleeping well at all lately, and being a Marine he’d learned to go on very little sleep. But sometimes he wanted to sleep without the nightmares.
He usually ended up sitting up in the chair by the window, drinking whiskey.
But you’d thought of him, and spent your own money on him. It made him ache.
He peeked in, and saw your back as you put his sweater on. You were scarred terribly, it looked like you’d been stabbed. You turned as you pulled it down, smiling at him.
“Who hurt you?” Billy asked, trying not to be so aggressive, but whoever hurt you that badly deserved pain beyond comparison.
He helped you tie his sweatpants, they were falling off your hips, you watched him frowning, and wished to smooth the lines on his face.
You leaned against Billy after he’d tied them for you, “My daddy didn’t like me. But—“ you dug around in your bag and pulled out some chamomile tea. “This can help with sleep, too.” You said, watching his expression.
He was stunned. Most people weren’t thoughtful, they didn’t think of Billy. But you’d always thought of him, always wanting to take care of him, or dote on him.
But he hated your father for the scarring on you, he could only imagine what he’d done to make those scars.
Billy’s fingers cupped the back of your neck, pressing a kiss to your mouth, making you press closer eagerly.
“Thank you, sweet pea.” He said, hoarsely.
You smiled softly, “I can make you the tea before bed.” You said against his mouth.
“I’d like that.” He said, surprised by how violently he’d been taken with you, how badly he wanted you. You weren’t what he usually went for.
But when your eyes lit up, because he was going to let you make him some tea, he felt possessive of you. He kissed you again, and you encouraged him with your sweet sounds, the way your fingers tangled in his hair.
He was well and truly fucked.
Bullseye.
A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.
Warnings; alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessive behavior, kissing, fluff, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
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Billy hadn’t expected you to take him so seriously.
He’d leaned down during a night at the bar and he said in your ear; “If you can hit the bullseye, you can sleep in my bed. Whenever you want.”
Your eyes had immediately lit up. “How many tries do I get?” You asked.
“As long as you hit the bullseye before we leave.” He said, amused at how determined you looked.
You’d been practicing all night. He watched you aim, as he sipped his beer. He was confident you wouldn’t be able to do it.
“C’mon, pretty girl. Shoot.” Billy said after a few minutes. You did after a few nervous glances at him, you shot for it, missing by quite a bit.
He laughed at your little whine, “Try again, baby.” He said, unaware of a group of girls watching him. But you were aware.
You missed again, too busy worrying they were going to approach him, and take him from you. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wanted him to be.
Billy set his beer down, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, “Focus,” he hummed.
“Those girls like you,” you mumbled back.
“I’m with you right now,” he said, “Now, try again.” He said adjusting your posture.
You liked the feel of his hands on you, burning you with their heat through your dress. You knew Billy wasn’t exactly a good person, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.
You took a deep breath, focusing on how you’d get to be in his bed every night if you wanted. You threw the dart, and were shocked when you hit the bullseye.
You squealed, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Billy’s waist. “Did ya mean it? Can I sleep in your bed?” You asked, your doe eyes looking at him softly.
“Yeah, sweet pea. You can sleep with me.” He hummed brushing your forehead with his lips, not sure how to feel about it. Billy was hard pressed to let anyone in, especially women. He’d been hurt, and used, and thrown away.
But hunger for you gnawed at him, until he was sure it would consume him, and he’d taint you.
His fingers dug into your hips, noticing a man watching you.
Fuck off, thought Billy, pulling you closer, glaring over your head at him.
“If Billy doesn’t want me to, I can sleep in my room, I don’t wanna overstay my welcome, and-“ Your rambling drew Billy’s eyes back to you, and he cut you off with a kiss, biting your lip and making you whimper.
“Shut up, sweet pea. I don’t mind sharin’ my bed with you.” He murmured. And maybe that’s what scared him. That he liked sharing it with you.
Impatiently waited every night for you to climb in, the anxiety of what it meant if you didn’t.
Fuck.
But hadn’t he been the one who’d silently decided you were his? He had, and it was that moment standing with you in the bar, he realized he was more yours than you were his.
Monsters in the Dark #24
Warnings; implied sex, language, dark themes, fluff, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
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It was late when Billy got home, around two in the morning. The penthouse was quiet, the moon filtering into the living room through the curtains.
He threw his duffle down, kicking off his boots and moving to the cabinet to pour himself a whiskey. He untwisted the lid on the bottle. What a shitshow of a trip, fucking politicians.
He paused in his anger to notice a wrapped package on the counter in the kitchen, and moved to inspect it, as you came down the hall, “Billy?” You asked softly.
Fuck, he’d missed your voice.
Billy dropped the bottle of whiskey, forgetting the package, and moving over to you, and picking you up, carrying you down the hall, his mouth on yours.
He was home.
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Billy held you, content post coitus, fingers stroking your spine. “Missed you.” He husked in your ear, making you smile.
“Missed you too, Billy.” You kissed under his ear, making him hum.
“Did Billy have a good trip?” You asked, as he shrugged;
“I hate dealing with bureaucrats.” He said. “I wish I could take you with me.”
“Billy would never get anything done.” You laughed.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He said roughly, nose skimming your collarbone.
A pause, and then; “What was that little package on the countertop?” Billy asked, remembering it suddenly.
You looked shy suddenly, and slowly moved to get out of bed, throwing on his shirt.
Billy realized it was for him. His heart thudded, so rarely in the receiving end of gifts. Women usually expected him to do the gift giving. Billy didn’t even give a fuck what it was. Just that you’d thought of him. But why? Was there a special occasion he’d missed?
You came back in with the little package, crawling onto the bed next to him. “I saw this, and thought of you.” You murmured.
Billy unwrapped it to reveal a little black plastic toy car. “It reminded me of Billy’s Wraith. And I know he likes cars, so…”
Billy felt like there was something caught in his throat, as he looked up at you. “Thank you.” He managed out.
“I’m sorry, it’s not much—“
Billy cut you off with a hard kiss, “I love it.” He said roughly.
You smiled softly.
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Billy stood with his hands in his pockets, calmly and coldly taking out his opponent’s team in the simulation, directing his team with the cool precision of a hardened Marine. The government official watched wondering what sort of man Billy was, and that he was glad he was on their side.
He’d make a devastating enemy.
Billy guided the official to his office afterward to sign some paperwork. Billy was intimidating, and had no interest in small talk. His office wasn’t warm and inviting, but he didn’t expect that from Billy, who pulled the papers out of a drawer at his desk.
That’s when he saw it. A little plastic black toy car sitting there. So playful in an otherwise cold office. “Kids?” He asked, nodding towards the car.
A fond smile made its way on Billy’s face. “My girl.” He said, handing him the forms to sign.
He looked stunned, both at Billy’s soft expression, and the car. A far cry from the cold tactician a few minutes ago. But he had a feeling Billy would spill blood for you from his own observations.
Shivering, he signed the papers, and afterwards his eyes drifted back to the toy car, and Billy followed his gaze. “She special?” He asked.
Billy grinned, and it was almost threatening. “She’s the kind of girl you’d kill for.” Billy answered.
The man swallowed.
Y/N: You’re a lying, cheating piece of shit!
Billy: Oh, yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything! WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!
Y/N: I’m leaving you, AND I’M TAKING FRANK WITH ME!
Frank, picking up the monopoly board: I think we should stop playing now.
“do you really wanna be on that medication for the rest of your life :(?” yes actually I would love that. I know what I’m like off it
💋💋 You've been kissed!! Send this to five other people to give them kisses!!
Thank you, Ericca! 💋😘
Monsters in the Dark #23
Canon typical violence, blood, kissing, language, a little bit of vaginal fingering, fem!reader.
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
Main Masterlist
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Billy was just too beautiful in a savage way, covered in blood from some way-too-handsy biker at the bar. He wiped his hands on a cloth, watching you.
You didn’t know why you were suddenly so wet. Aching desperately for him to have you right there in the alley. Billy’s actions weren’t righteous. They were downright ungodly. But here you were, burning with desire for him.
“Billy didn’t need to kill him.” You said, trying to keep your breathing even.
“He shouldn’t have touched you.” Billy said seething, leaning down to eye level with you, your pupils were dilated.
“How would Billy feel if I killed one of the many girls that touch him?” You ask, and your spunk was sweet in the eyes of the deadly panther.
He smiled widely, “Oh, baby. You know that’s just foreplay to me.” He purred.
You chewed your lip, and Billy’s eyes zeroed in on the action. He suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled you closer, his lips inches from yours, waiting.
You whined.
“Gotta ask for what you want, baby.” He husked, breath fanning across your face.
“Please, Billy?”
His mouth pressed to yours, hard and insistent, beard tickling your skin.
You clung to his bloody sweater, rubbing your thighs together, aching still.
Your lips were swollen when he pulled back, a wicked smirk on his face. “You look pretty, baby. Well kissed, and sweet eyed. Face covered in the blood of my enemies.” He teased, wiping blood off your chin, and cheeks.
You pulled him in for another sweeter kiss.
He smiled into it as you pulled on his belt. Billy pulled back, fingers sliding up your dress, touching you. He hummed. “Did my show of violence make you this wet, pretty girl?” He asked, one arm braced against the brick wall behind you, voice low and deep.
You trembled. “Uh huh. It’s all your fault.” You said softly.
“I guess I better get you home, so I can take care of you.” He said, licking his fingers clean.
You couldn’t wait for him to ruin you all over again.
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. 💜
Bloody
a Monsters in the Dark Drabble;
—blood, violence—
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
The first time you got a glimpse of Billy’s tendencies for violence, was when he came home one evening covered in blood. You’d come bounding around the corner to greet him, only to stop dead in your tracks.
You moved closer to him, Billy tracking your every move, like you were a scared rabbit who was going to run.
“Are you afraid, baby?” Billy asked, moving towards you, in his tactical gear, pulling his gloves off. You were in only his t-shirt.
“No, Billy.” You said honestly, surprised by how much his visage excited you, made you want to kiss him, taste the tang of blood on his tongue.
He reminded you of your mother, fierce. The last time you saw her she was covered in blood, defending you. For you violence equated to love in some way. You didn’t ask why he was covered in blood, who he’d killed, because you were so sure Billy would never hurt you, and that you were selfish no matter what he thought.
“Yeah?” He asked, stalking towards you, baring his teeth. “You like monsters?” He taunted softly.
“Billy’s my monster.” You said, pressed against him, fingers clinging to the fabric of gear.
Billy’s mouth was on yours, making sigh, wrapping your arms around Billy, staining your shirt red with a dead man’s blood.
“I could clean you up,” you said, when he pulled back, kicking off his boots.
He gave you a wry grin. “Sure, sweetheart.”
Monsters in the Dark #22
Fluff, mentions of a hard childhood, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
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It was pouring down but all you were aware of was Billy’s hard body pressed to your back under the awning, as he lifted his coat over your heads. You were struck with the feeling of warmth and safety, despite the cool spring rain.
He reminded you of your mother, hard and unforgiving, but always looking out for you, even as something as simple as being caught in the rain. “You’re going to catch a cold, silly girl.” She’d scold you, making you soak your feet.
You always complained, but you sorely missed that now. Billy’s heat radiated behind you, and you pressed back against him, eager for his strength.
“Shoulda brought an umbrella, sweet pea.” Billy scolded you.
“I didn’t check the weather.” You mumbled.
He kissed underneath your ear, “Silly girl.”
You looked up at him as he echoed the words of your mother, feeling closer to him than ever. He was the only person besides Curtis and your mother who had ever loved you.
“Ready?” Billy husked into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You looked up at him, as he looked down at you. You nodded subtly, and you both darted out into the rain, both laughing when you both got soaked anyway, down to your socks.
You wished the rain could wash away your past, and all the pain that accompanied it.
Maybe it could wash you clean.
Maybe it could be the start of something new.
Something new with him.
your billy x bunny mafia au is very cute.
very cozy as well regardless of the dark themes that come with mafia. but I guess it's just your writing that's comforting and cozy.
it makes me want to bundle up in Billy's arms and fall asleep while he's telling abt military tactics and the use of weapons and stuff like that.
truly a treat.
thanks for writing 💖
Thank you so much! You’re right though, I do tend to write cozy things. I was thinking about that the other day. I could probably do well in the cozy mystery genre. 😂
Thank you again for reading, and the follow! I really appreciate it! 💜
i need to tell you that your Billy Russo Pomegranates series makes me so happy. that is all. thank you for putting each little work out there. keep on, my friend.
Thank you so much, love! 💜 Sometimes I doubt myself and my writing, so this was really quite nice to hear.
Monsters in the Dark #21
Nightmares, ptsd, mentions of canon typical violence, dark themes, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
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You were drowsy that night, curled against Billy while he cleaned his ka-bar. You watched him, eyelids drooping. “How many people has Billy killed with that?” You asked, scooting closer.
“Too many to count.” Billy said, wiping the blade. He looked dangerous holding it, the way the blade gleamed in his hand. The casual way he handled it, and twirled it.
It excited you.
“I’m a monster.” Billy said, though not self deprecating at all. He sounded darkly amused.
“Billy’s my favorite monster.” You said, playing with his sweater, twirling a loose thread around your finger.
“Oh, baby. You’re my favorite angel.” He said, pinching your cheeks.
You giggled, before yawning halfway through your giggle. “Time for bed, sweet pea?” He asked, setting his knife down.
“Wanna be with you a little longer.” You said, yawning again.
Billy’s heart burned for you. You reminded him so much of the boy he was; sweet, trusting, loving. He remembered following his mother everywhere, to her annoyance, clinging to her clothes.
Billy wanted to protect your heart. Even from himself.
He kissed your forehead, watching you.
“Sometimes I dream that I’m in those woods again,” you said, “waiting for my mom. And if I look close enough the trees and the branches look like monsters in the dark.” You continued.
Billy listened quietly. It was the first time you had spoken of your nightmares.
“They pull on me, on my clothes, trying to drag me deeper into the woods, tearing at my skin. I always wait for God, but He never comes. But you know who does?” You asked, looking up at him.
Billy swallowed.
“Billy. Billy comes. And I always take his bloody hand, and we go away, away into the darkness. And then, I’m finally safe in his arms.” You said, softly.
Billy crushed you to him, and tucked you under his chin, and his treacherous heart blazed.
You both sat like that for some time, enjoying each other’s company, feeling full there.
There was never going to be a time that Billy wouldn’t come for you.
My lovely friend Katherine,
For the soft ask game…
1. What song makes you feel better?
19. Most important thing in your life?
29. Morning, afternoon, or night?
Please and thank you,
💐
Thank you for the ask, Ericca! 💜😄
1. What song makes you feel better?
Anything by Fleetwood Mac, but Rhiannon specifically.
19. Most important thing in your life?
My mom. We’ve been through so much together. I love her.
29. Morning, afternoon, or night?
Night, definitely. My mood is always better at night. It’s peaceful and quiet. No distractions. Just me, and my thoughts. :)
Love you, Ericca!! 💜❤️💕
shared;
Roommates, jealousy, soft!reader, dacryphilia, kissing, drunk!reader, alcohol consumption, fem!reader.
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
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“I think Billy’s fucking someone,” Karen had said to Maria, who laughed as you all shared wine, whiskey, and takeout.
“When isn’t he?” She asked, grabbing a crab roll. Neither of them seemed to notice you retreat into yourself, drinking heavier than usual, and eating very little. You wanted Billy to yourself, and your stomach was sick at the thought that your roommate would never be yours. Curtis would tell you that you were being a fool, you thought in a drunken haze.
Later that night, you were laying in Billy’s bed. It smelled like him, and you were drunk from all of the wine and whiskey that you’d had, and you were so needy when you were drunk.
You felt the bed shift, and a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You sniffed, feeling his hard body against yours. Your throat burned from how hard you were trying not to cry.
“Don’t wanna share you,” you complained softly, wiggling in his grip.
Billy reached over you, and turned your face, holding onto your jaw tight. “Baby, who would you have to share me with?” He asked, squeezing you. His brows were drawn together seeing your distress.
You wiggled again, rolling around to face him. He was watching you through dark eyes, looking at you intensely as he usually did. Like he wanted to devour you. And you wanted to let him. To let him have his way with you. You wanted to be his best girl. “Wanna make love to you,” you blurted through tears, heart aching, and instantly regretted it, feeling embarrassment descend. Damn being drunk.
Billy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” He husked, tongue darting out to taste your tears, making you whine. It made him feral. God, you were sweet. “Is that what you girls talked about?”
“Yeah.” You whispered feeling your throat constricting, “About who you’re fucking. Don’t wanna share you with some floozy.” You slurred, feeling your heart ache some more. Why did you have to be so jealous of some woman?
“Well, I’m not fucking anyone.” He said, making you relax, but the tears still flowed. It wasn’t from lack of trying, either. But none of the women were you. “Better?” He hummed, thumbs wiping your tears away.
God, he wanted you. More than he should have. You were all he could think about. His sweet, soft, and sensitive girl.
Your heart raced, as he kissed you making you melt against him as his tongue slowly slid against yours. He pulled back, “We’ll make love. But when you’re sober. I want you to remember me when have you.” He husked.
“How could I not remember you?” You whispered, but Billy heard.
Billy’s heart squeezed as you tucked yourself under his chin, and tangled your legs with his.
He was known, and it fucking terrified him.
Monsters in the Dark #20
Death, angst/fluff, dark themes, mentions of abandonment and issues surrounding it, bitterness, kissing, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
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The graveyard was cold as winter waned into spring. The ground was muddy, and Billy hated how it ruined his pristine dress shoes.
You were standing next to him, arm wrapped around his elbow as he stared at the fresh grave marker, “Carla Russo,” it read above the dates of her birth and death.
You looked up at him, “Are you sad?” You asked softly, gripping him tighter as you readjust on the soft ground. You were sinking a little.
Billy’s lip curled, “No. She didn’t care about my life, I don’t care about her death. It’s just a relief not to have to pay for her hospital bills.” Billy admitted, a bitter tone to his voice.
He hated that he was so bitter, but once again she had abandoned him, this time by dying. Billy hated that he felt abandoned, he thought he was over this.
But he felt like a boy again, standing at that fire station asking when she was coming back. He wanted to shatter the grave marker. He wanted to hate her, but deep down he knew he’d been hoping up until the day she’d died that she’d want a relationship with him.
I’m a goddamn fool, he thought.
You laid your head on his arm for a moment as you both stood there in silence. The wind blew and Billy wondered silently if she was free from her addiction. A big part of him hoped her soul was trapped here, still in the grips of it.
It seemed too kind for her to receive peace after abandoning her child.
“Billy’s pain could be mine, if he wanted.” You said, drawing his gaze down to you. “I would take it all into me if I could, but I could at least share in it?” You asked sweetly.
Billy swallowed. You were the only reminder of anything good in this cold world. The one thing that made him believe in anything good.
He turned to you, cupping your face in his gloved hands, before kissing you, as if you could share in his pain. And maybe you could, because standing there in the crisp spring morning, he felt just a little bit better with you standing next to him.
When he pulled back, he nudged your nose with his. “You already do, baby.” He squeezed your hand, “Let’s go home. I’m freezing my balls off out here.”
You giggled, “Can we have hot chocolate?” You asked, following him carefully out of the muddy cemetery.
Billy smiled, “Sure, baby.”
His heart felt lighter with you by his side.
Monsters in the Dark #19
Dark themes, ptsd, nightmares, abandonment issues, language, fear, fem!reader.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
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Billy tossed and turned, a cold sweat breaking out over his body. He couldn’t find you. His heart raced, as adrenaline coursed through him. He called for you and called for you. Nothing. He ran around an abandoned looking hotel, frantic. The silence was deafening.
He tried to calm himself, use tactics that they’d taught him in the Marines, but he was too frantic.
Attachments were a weakness, and he’d created his own with you.
Sometimes it looked like you’d ghosted around a corner, but you were never there. All he heard was the whistling of the wind. It was maddening.
Billy woke up gasping for air, and reaching across the bed for you. It was empty.
He wiped sweat from his brow.
Fuck.
What if it was real? What if someone had taken you? He remembered climbing into bed with you, but nothing felt real right now.
He threw the duvet off, bolting out of the bedroom. There you stood in the kitchen at the fridge, a spoon in your mouth as you looked up at him, innocently.
“Billy?” You asked, pulling the spoon out of your mouth.
He moved around the island countertop, and grabbed you, crushing you to him. His heart rate returned to normal, feeling your very real form against him.
“What’s wrong, Billy?” You asked, letting him hold you, peeking up at him.
Billy licked his lips; “Couldn’t find you,” he rasped, clinging to you. “I don’t believe in fairytale endings, life has proven time and again that nothing lasts forever. I know someday we’ll be parted from each other, but I thought it came sooner than I expected.” Billy explained, hating how desperate he sounded. He hated being weak.
“Don’t say that. I’ll fight Heaven and hell itself to make sure we’re together forever. Never gonna let Billy go.” You whispered, clinging to the spoon in your hand, and to him.
God, you made him want to believe in forever. But it had never been proven to Billy. He remembered getting free ice creams from this kind older black man when he was still in the group home. But one day he died because he’d gotten shot accidentally in a drive by.
The one person who cared about Billy had been cruelly ripped from him. Billy just knew someday you’d be ripped from him just like Mr. Avery.
That his enemies would either kill you, or old age or illness would take you, or maybe you’d just leave someday, tired of him.
Billy kissed you, fingers digging into your hips. “You swear?” He rasped.
“I swear. I’m with Billy until only death parts us.” You said, and waved the spoon in his face. “Want some ice cream?” You grinned trying to lighten the mood.
Billy smiled, relaxing. “Yeah, baby.” He hummed, “I’d love some.”
So there the two of you ended up, at half past two in the morning, sharing ice cream.
For now, Billy was content not to think about the past or the future, but to just enjoy the moment with you.
For now.
blue moon.
( inspired by this YouTube video )
( a Monsters in the Dark Drabble. )
( @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack )
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It was raining, and an oldies station he knew you loved was playing as you laid curled in his bed, warm and sleepy while he smoked. His scent of vanilla and clean linen surrounded you.
His fingers touched your head sitting on the side of the bed, “Billy,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering as you reached for him with your eyes closed, wanting more of his touch.
He chuckled, knuckles brushing your cheek. “Sleepy, baby?” He hummed, taking a drag off his cigarette, and admiring how pretty you look wrapped in his sheets. Soft and warm, and inviting.
It made him fucking ache. You were his, not in a way of possession like had thought, but more in the way of you were his to care for, to protect, to love. Things he never thought possible of himself.
He always thought he was just some asshole who thought he could have the good things in life. Things he didn’t think he deserved.
But you always saw the good in Billy, even when he couldn’t see it himself. Your idealism often clashed with his cynicism. But he wouldn’t trade you for the world. His fingers stroked your face, and you yawned.
“Mhm,” you mumbled, pulling on him, your eyes half lidded. “Come to bed, Billy.” You said, sweetly. You tilted your head, pulling on him again. “Can’t sleep without you against my back.” You said, yawning again.
He stood up, kissing your forehead, before putting out his cigarette, and turning the music off, before he began to undress. It was the last thing you were aware of, besides his body pressing against your back, making you sigh.
You felt warm and safe in his embrace, and you clung to the feeling of happiness, a feeling so foreign to you.
But maybe it didn’t have to be.
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.
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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
