The Smell Of Coffee And The Patter Of The Rain Against The Window On An Early Morning

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.

-Homer, from The Odyssey, -700

//Monsters in the Dark #9//

Dark themes, mentions of abandonment, anxiety, codependency, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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The clock ticked overhead, and you chewed your nails, nearly down to nothing. Billy had been gone for hours after having left you with Frank and Maria. He was dealing with someone who had come after his client.

He’d left when the sun was still up, it was dark now. Maria had tried to soothe your worries, “Billy’s very capable. He’ll come home.”

It didn’t take away the anxiety from your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest that another person had abandoned you.

You moved to the window, watching for the headlights of the car. The clock ticked, and you wanted to rip it off the wall, as it measured Billy’s absence.

You thought of your mother. She had always protected you, but she couldn’t help herself against your father. She’d killed him as she went down in flames.

Your heart ached. Billy protected you, but could he protect himself? You’d lost so much, that the idea of losing more was crippling.

Headlights flashed across the driveway, your heart rate picked up, as the car shut off and the sound of a door being opened and closed could be heard.

You could hear his feet on the gravel pathway leading up to the house.

You ran to the front door as it opened, and Billy stepped through. He looked tired, but when you pulled him down for an eager kiss, he hummed and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, nipping at your bottom lip.

You pulled back, “Welcome back, Billy.” You said, trying to mask your relief. But he could see. He could always see.

Billy nodded to Frank, before taking your hand and pulling you out of the house, and towards his Wraith.

“Missed you, baby.” He whispered in your ear, before ushering you into the passenger seat.

You relaxed as he walked around the car and got in, starting it up. You admired him as he turned the heat on for you.

He was back. He was safe.

Hi! Dove here on my main.

What's the location in your dashboard photo? It's beautiful!

Hi, Dove! 💜

I found it on Pinterest, it was taken in Portland, Maine. It is very beautiful. I love Lighthouses, and Nautical themes. :)

do you think cats hear you calling for them, and just smugly stay put because they’re amused by you running around looking for them?

or they’re petty because you didn’t give them chicken??

she was fr mad at me for not giving her chicken off my plate.

I love your stories and I think I read most of them 🥹☺️

What other writers would you recommend? Thank you!!!

Thank you!! 💜 I appreciate you reading my stuff. 😘

For Billy, I would recommend @becauseicantthinkwritings @e-dubbc11 @kayhi808 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @the-cult-of-russo @marvelmusing @dreamlandcreations @queen-haq @ramadiiiisme

I probably missed someone, but these are the writers I would recommend. I’ve read their stuff myself, and enjoy them immensely. 💜 Some of them write for other fandoms, but they all write for Billy in some way.

-Kat 💜

//Birthday//

A Drabble set in the Monsters of the Dark universe.

Fluff+angst, alcohol consumption, dacryphilia, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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It was Billy’s birthday, and your heart ached.

No one had told you, and now you had nothing to give Billy.

You were a little angry with Curtis that he hadn’t told you. He’d looked apologetic when you brought it up.

He’d scratched his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.” He said. “But don’t worry about it. All Billy wants is you.”

But it didn’t make you feel better.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, sitting in the bar next to Billy in the booth, trying to smile and look happy.

But as always, Billy saw through you. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes welled up instantly, and you hated how emotional you were, how he could draw the emotions out of you just like that; “Got nothin’ to give to Billy.” You said, lips trembling.

Billy threw his arm over, across the booth, beer in his hand. “How ‘bout a kiss?” He purred, smirking at you.

You were silent as you looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears.

God, you were pretty when you cried.

You grabbed his hand, kissing his fingertips, making Billy’s heart race.

He loved your affection more than he was willing to admit, or show.

You leaned up, holding his hand in your lap, and kissed his mouth softly, teasing his lips with your tongue.

He opened to you, tasting the Zinfandel on you, and squeezed your hand in your lap.

Your tongue teased him, making him groan.

You pulled back, breathless. “Happy birthday, Billy.” You whispered sweetly.

Billy’s heart burned for you.

It was the best gift he could have asked for.

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

Hozier writing Francesca: what if every horrible thing you've ever been through has led you, or will yet lead you, to someone you love so much you'd do it all again. What if the suffering is all worth it, not from a religious standpoint but because of someone you love. What if that's all there is - heaven and hell couldn't care less about us, but we care for one another. We endure the unspeakable for one another. What if heaven won't let us in but we wander together through the darkness for eternity knowing we acted in love and having no regrets. What if heaven can't contain people of complexity and passion like ours. What if we were offered the opportunity and we said we'd do it all again.