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 💜
@violetflamesx for my witchy and whimisgoth side blog. @esthers-wine for my fall/autumn themed sideblog. And @zeldafairy for my fic recommendations!
Billy Russo;
Series;
Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
Drabbles;
The Wolf.
Diet Mountain Dew.
Jasmine.
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.
Hi! This is regarding your post asking which of your fics is my favorite. It was a recent one... Butterfly(?). Billy wants to clip your wings so you stay with him forever. I commented that it'd be a cool twist if you end up clipping his instead. Lol
Hi, Kim! 💜
Oooh, yeah. Blood and Butterflies. I actually stepped out of my comfort zone with that one, and ended up really liking it. I’d really like to continue it, along with a bunch of other WIPs, lol.
Wishing all of you a tender forehead kiss from a strong but intimacy-starved man who is scared of the feelings you are awakening in him but is already in too deep to know how to stop.
"Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.”
Hey all, a little update—
My mom passed. She’d had Covid been cleared and then home. Two and a half weeks later, she’s gone. I woke up to find her cold and unresponsive.
But I’m probably gonna keep writing as a comfort to me. But I don’t know how often. I might just share random thoughts and posts.
I’m just really sad right now.
@e-dubbc11 @terry2227 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @bookloverfilmoholic @snowkestrel @kayhi808 @aoi-targaryen @firexfate @ittybxttykxttytxtty
Stronger Without
A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.
@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack
//angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, mentions of an attempt on reader’s life by her father, dark themes, fem!reader//
Billy wondered if his mother ever loved him. Or if he’d been a burden from the beginning. Had she wished she had terminated the pregnancy?
What about his father? Had he left when he learned of his mother’s pregnancy?
Had he abandoned Billy, too?
Bitterness filled him at the thought, maybe it would have been better than all this suffering, he thought hitting the punching bag hard, his knuckles aching.
He sweated as he hit the punching bag in quick succession, his muscles aching with the strain. It didn’t relieve the ache in his heart, the fucking pain, that no matter how much he tried to shove it down, still remained.
But then he’d never know you, if he hadn’t been born. And that made him ache deeply. Especially knowing you’d experienced the trauma you had. Your father hated you, and made it known to you every day. Tried to kill you, even.
The thought of you facing that alone, was enough to make him realize that he’d go through it all over again, just to be with you.
Billy clenched his fists.
You were both stronger without your parents.
36. | because we are living in a material world, and I am a material kitty. | my cat, probably. Masterlist I
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