It’s Nearly Been Two Years That I’ve Been Working On This. It’s The One Piece That I Wrote That

OC/canon and selfships are good y’all are just scared of having fun

Monsters in the Dark #11

—dark themes, religious discussion, anti religious sentiment (Billy), mentions of an attempt on reader’s life (her father), blood, canon typical violence, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

You were staring at a painting of Jesus being crucified, with a stormy backdrop. The blood drew your attention, as it was painted so starkly.

You heard Billy approach you in the gallery. It was something a colleague had invited Billy to, and he’d taken you with.

“Do you believe?” Billy asked, holding a champagne flute.

“I think I’ve just wanted a reason for all the pain and suffering.” You whispered, toying the necklace Billy had bought you.

“What if that reason is He just wants to be glorified? Is that better? Don’t you think it’s arrogant?” Billy asked, agitated.

You turned to him, “When I was seven, my dad tried to strangle me. My mom shot him, and as she was wiping the blood from face, he stood up. She told me to run. I hid in the woods for hours, until a police officer found me. Both my parents were dead.” You explained.

Billy ached at the image of a small girl hiding in the woods, alone.

“I wanted to believe God protected me in those woods, because maybe I just wanted to be unconditionally loved, like they say in the Scriptures that God is love.” You let out a shaky breath, turning back to the painting.

But Billy, feeling irrationally jealous towards God, that you’d pray to God, that you’d cast all your cares on Him, when you had Billy; grabbed you and turned you to face him, saying;

“What loving God watches a girl get strangled by her father? And hide in the woods alone and afraid? I love you. Is that not enough?” He sounded pained.

You looked at him wide-eyed. “Yes, Billy. You’re the only god I need now. You’re what I’ve been searching for, for so long.” You confessed, honestly.

The jealousy in Billy’s heart faded, replaced with a burning adoration.

You leaned up on your tippy toes, and kissed him.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

With you, Billy was not a mother’s unwanted son, but god himself.

He nipped at your bottom lip, and you sighed dreamily.

With Billy, you were not a sinner, but a saint.

ppl who don't get cats will try to argue that cats don't love you meanwhile cats will cry and cry and cry and cry like the world is ending until you hold them like a baby and give them a kissy on their perfect lil forehead

Thank you, Terry! I’m glad to have found you, too! You’re a real gem, and I enjoy reading your thoughts on my stuff. ♥️

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There are so many more who entertain me with their wonderful stories, tag me to read their fics and keep me up to date on the latest fashion. I truly appreciate each of you. Some of you have become my dearest friends.

how come you don’t write as much anymore?

because you have to practically beg and plead people to interact with your work and it’s extremely demotivating and makes you question your ability and self worth and I straight up just stopped tolerating it lmao

I wish I could see my writing this way.

"If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly."

This has fundamentally changed how I view my work, whether that's writing, or cleaning or just taking care of myself. Thank you Granny Weatherwax

Monsters in the Dark #6

Talks of Billy’s time in the Marines, mentions of war wounds, kissing, angst mixed with fluff, mentions of Billy’s childhood, non sexual nudity, fem!reader.

Words: 325.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

The water was warm, and you were sitting in his lap, tracing his scars on his torso, no doubt from his time in the Marines. "Where'd you get this one?" You asked, fingers tracing his hip.

He watched you through impossibly dark eyes, "AK-47, through and through." He answered, "Got it stuck in a house in Basra with no backup."

You shivered, "It sounds scary." You wondered silently if you could be brave like Billy.

He chuckled darkly, "It was one of the best nights of my life. It was a matter of who was better, them or us. And there's no one better than Frankie." He said, playing with your fleshy hips. He loved your curves, how soft you were, the way you scooted closer, silently begging for more of his attention.

“What about these?” He asked, looking at wounds on your back and chest.

“Daddy didn’t like me. I upset him by runnin’ away to mama for safety all the time. So he took a knife and—well, you can guess what he did. He was violent. It wasn’t the first time.“ you stopped, letting out a shaky breath.

Billy felt anger simmer beneath the surface that the man who was supposed to protect you, had hurt his daughter.

You smiled sweetly, "Do you love Frankie?" You peeked at him under your lashes, changing the subject, and Billy let you.

Billy grinned. "Yeah, I love that motherfucker."

You kissed Billy softly, before saying; "Could you love me?" You asked, looking at him shyly.

Billy watched you through a hooded gaze, "Is that what you want, baby? My love?" He hummed, lips brushing your cheek.

“Yes,” you whispered. You were hungry for it.

“Baby. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He said, kissing you hard, tongue plundering your mouth. His fingers dug into your cheeks, as his cock brushed your heat, making you whine into his mouth.

He pulled back, “I’m not a soft and gentle man. I’m not a fairytale lover,” he said, fingers still digging into your cheeks, his tone almost self-deprecating.

“Don’t want a fairytale lover. Want your darkness, want your thorns, want all the parts of you that you hate.” You breathed, aching for him.

And you made him ache for you, as he trailed kisses down your jaw, holding you in place.

For a while he wasn’t some orphan no one wanted to claim as their own.

For a while he was yours.

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.

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