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hi, sorry, I just wanted to ask, and this is prolly going to sound super dumb, are authors chill with people commenting on their old fanfics and stuff?

just want to make sure that I'm not inadvertently being annoying

I believe I speak for most authors when I say they’ll never be annoyed by any positive comments from their readers

authors, reblog if you love receiving new comments on your old works

billy would be the type of person to be dragged to a local book sale and act like he hates it but buys the reader whatever they pick up. not caring how expensive it gets, just as long as reader is happy

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.”

-Homer, from The Odyssey, -700

got this glittery dust from lush im abt to start my career as edward cullen

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.

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.