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{Monsters in the Dark #1}

Evil is a point of view...God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately...for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. - Lestat, Interview with the Vampire.

Canon typical violence, blood, roommate au, soft dark!Billy, fem!reader.

521 words.

A/N: I found all the chapters after scouring a hell of a lot of documents. I think I got them all.

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Blood splattered all over his shoes, and clothes, as he stabbed the man; five, ten, fifteen times. It was a strange sickening high he got with each strike. He watched the body drop with a sickening thud that satisfied his treacherous heart. He slowed his breathing down, his heart raced from the adrenaline. When he got into his car, he wiped his face, and his hands, before he drove home.

To you.

x

He threw his clothes in the wash, he didn’t want you to see the blood and get scared, before he got in the shower. He watched the blood wash down the drain with interest, the high from his kill made him feel keyed up. He’d been to a therapist once, he didn’t check all the boxes of a psychopath. Doctors were useless.

He knew he needed to calm down before he approached you. It was at times when he was keyed up, he was rougher around the edges, and he didn't want to scare his sweet roommate away. He turned the water off eventually, his skin red from the hot water, stepped out, and dried off.

He felt excitement in his stomach that came from knowing that you were only steps away.

After he wrapped the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom.

x

You were laying in his bed, wrapped in his silk sheets as usual. You always found your way to his bed due to nightmares. If only you knew who you laid with each night. He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, which made you sigh sweetly. Your eyes fluttered open, and it was a strange juxtaposition of the cold-blooded killer and the sweet girl that sought refuge in him.

"Hey, gorgeous." He hummed, nudging your nose with his, eyes tender, hiding the vicious killer.

His hands stained with blood touched your hip, knowing you craved human contact. He wondered what you'd been through, that made you crave it so much. But he was a beast lurking beneath the surface. There was no amount of blood he wouldn't spill for you. He'd dirty his hands to keep you safe. To hunt anyone who haunted your nightmares. He'd kill any fucker stupid enough to hurt you. And he'd get a thrill from it.

You smiled softly, "Welcome home, Billy." You wiggled closer to him.

Billy smiled, and nuzzled you, his wet hair tickling your cheek. He looked up at you through his lashes, his cheeks pink. His eyes were shining with something dark, as he watched you. It made you shiver. But you couldn’t help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Did you have another nightmare, sweet pea?" He asked, stroking your hair, sitting on the side of the bed next to you.

You hummed, pushing your head into his lap. "Yeah, I dreamed that Billy was gone, and I was all alone in the dark." You looked up sweetly, "Can I stay with you forever, Billy?"

He bared his teeth in a wicked smile. "Of course, sweet girl.”

You were ruined and he hadn't even touched you yet.

—I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe.

I feel like it's so easy in the plush community to always get caught up in looking for the 'next one' to add to the collection, I know I sometimes get stuck in this, so here's your (and my) reminder to value and cherish the plush you have, make fond memories with them, and love them! Always focus on the present and what you have rather than what you "could" have, plush are the best!

Promise.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

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x

Billy’s fingers latched onto your wrist, pulling you through the crowd in the fairgrounds, twirling you a bit, and making you laugh delighted by his playfulness. “You’re so pretty, sweet pea. I bet you taste sweet from all that cotton candy.”

You ducked your head, fingers still laced with his, smiling softly. He nudged you with his shoulder. You looked up at him, and he kissed you. He’d only kissed you that night you’d crawled into his bed crying, and even though you crawled in every night after that, he’d maintained a distance.

You sighed into his mouth, pulling him closer with your hand. He tasted like the funnel cakes he’d eaten. His kiss was soft, and slow, taking his time with you. Your ex had never treated you this good, always angry at something, at the world.

“I wanna go on the Carousel next.” You said, pulling away breathless.

“Sure, baby.” He said against your mouth.

x

He watched you ride the painted ponies, the taste of you still on his tongue, lingering. “She never got to enjoy stuff like this,” said Curtis, coming up beside him. “Her father made sure of that.”

Billy understood that; he'd never had a childhood, either. “It’s hard, always having to be the adult among shitheads who should be the adults.” He said, looking at how pretty you looked in your dress, and a smile on your face when you spotted him in the crowd.

He’d give you everything you never had. And the promise startled him. He’d never given a shit about many people outside of the Castles, but it was hard not to like you.

x

You crawled into his bed that night, and he rolled over tonight, facing you, lips brushing your forehead. You sighed sweetly. “I had fun today, Billy.” You murmured into the dark.

“Yeah?” He husked, fingers going to your hips.

“I really liked when you kissed me.” You said boldly, surprising him, as you kissed the corner of his mouth, softly.

Billy’s fingers dug into your cheeks, kissing you hard, tongue pushing into your mouth, he could taste the toothpaste you’d brushed with that night.

“You’re too sweet, baby.” He rasped, trying to pull away from you, his heart ached at how you only followed him, scooting closer to him.

“None of that I’m too bad for you shit. It’s cliché.” You said firmly, making him laugh at how ferocious you tried to be. Like a mouse attempting to fight a cat.

He nudged your nose with his, “I’m going to hell.” He muttered.

You snuggled under his chin, content.

And Billy didn’t have the heart to drive you away.

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Monsters in the Dark #24

Warnings; implied sex, language, dark themes, fluff, fem!reader.

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x

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.

x

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.

x

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.

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Roommates, jealousy, soft!reader, dacryphilia, kissing, drunk!reader, alcohol consumption, fem!reader.

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

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x

“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.

The good feeling when a little cat rests their head against you like you’re a pillow is actually pretty significant

walking up to random doors and tugging on them and saying "i can't. it's locked" out loud to no one to fulfill my dreams of being an adventure game protagonist

Fear of the Dark

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Nightmares, PTSD, kissing, a bit of dacryphilia, mentions of Billy’s bad childhood, fem!reader.

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Billy woke up to sniffling by the door to his bedroom, he paused wondering if he brought someone home and didn't remember, but then he realized you occupied the penthouse now, taking you in for Curtis, you’d had no place to go.

“Mr. Russo?” You asked, voice watery. “Can I sleep with you? Don’t like the dark, don’t like being alone. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice shook as you clung to the doorframe.

“C’mon, baby.” Billy said, patting the bed, unable to resist your tearful voice.

It excited him.

You crawled in, curling in a ball, your whole body shaking. He wondered what haunted your nightmares. He pulled you against him, stroking your hair and trying to soothe your tremors, as he hushed you softly, his lips brushing yours.

You shuddered, pressing closer, returning his affection. You were hungry for it.

You reminded him of a small mouse, looking for safety in a deadly panther.

God, it took him back. His fingers moved to your hips, digging into your flesh, and you sighed shakily, clutching his own hips.

“Where’s my mom?” Billy remembered crying to the firemen at the station, his lips had trembled, his chest had heaved. He remembered he couldn’t breathe because of his sobbing.

Why had she left him there? When was she coming back? He wondered if he had been bad.

It was an unfamiliar place, and he just wanted to go home.

“Your ma ain’t comin’ back, son.” The man had told Billy, who had sunk into hopelessness with no comfort in sight.

Billy stroked your hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth. Your crying slowed down, and you clutched his shirt in your hands, lips only trembling off and on now.

Billy was struck with the idea he was needed. He wanted to chase away your demons, to hurt anyone who had hurt you.

Mine, he thought, surprising himself.

Your eyes fluttered, tears clinging to your lashes, cheek pressed to his chest. Your body shuddered one last time before you slept soundly.

His heart ached.

God, attachments were a weakness but the feeling of being needed was addictive, and that was a very dangerous thing.

Billy groaned inwardly, fingers digging into your flesh, nose skimming your hair. He wanted you in his bed more than he should, wanted to spread you out on his sheets and devour you, hear your sweet sighs and moans while he ruined you. To settle between your thighs, and split you open on his cock.

The last thing he remembered was your soft breathing, and your body slotted perfectly against his.

It brought him more comfort than he wanted to admit.

Comfort that hadn’t been in his life since childhood.