Billy Would Be The Type Of Person To Be Dragged To A Local Book Sale And Act Like He Hates It But Buys

Monsters in the Dark #10

//Dark themes, fluff, kissing, fem!reader//

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Billy loved you.

He knew that all consuming ache in his chest could be no other thing.

It was four in the morning, and a few minutes before his alarm went off, and he was watching you sleep curled against him.

He was terrified of this new feeling.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen. But he hadn’t expected you to be so soft. So good. People were mostly a means to an end for Billy, save for Frank.

They’d proven time and again they were shallow, and only after themselves.

But you were different. You saw the best in people, even in Billy. You had a hard life, but you hadn’t let it harden you.

Billy thought you were brave, to wear your heart on your sleeve after being knocked down so many times.

His fingers curled around your hip, pulling you closer. You mumbled something but didn't wake.

He thought love made people pure, but your love had made a monster out of him. He didn’t care who he had to destroy to make sure you remained intact.

He’d burn the world and every fucker in it for you.

He kissed you as his alarm went off, realizing he’d been watching you for too long.

You sighed into his mouth, “Morning, Billy.” You mumbled sleepily.

“Morning, baby.” He purred, kneading your hips. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

You were suddenly very awake and eager. “Mhm!” You said, and the enthusiasm in your voice made him ache in the best way as you threw the duvet off.

He sat up chuckling as you ran to the bathroom, after a few seconds you peeked around the corner. “Come on.” You said impatiently.

Love, indeed.

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Billy Russo;

Series;

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

Drabbles;

The Wolf.

Diet Mountain Dew.

Jasmine.

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

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.

DAMN! thirty four?!?! thats crazyyy sometimes i forget that older people too write fanfics

Hahaha, yeah. And I’ve been writing since I was fourteen. More people than you realize, are older that write fanfic. Fandom started back in the ‘60s and and ‘70s. There are people older than me in fandom. ;)

—Kat 💜

There was this Good Samaritan, used to volunteer at the Ray of Hope Group Home. That’s where I was placed at the time. We used to play stickball, hoops, whatever. He’d been going there for years, I mean, we all thought he was so cool. I guess I must’ve been ten, eleven at the time. Let’s just say I wasn’t interested in the kind of games he had in mind.

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint