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he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

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Billy Russo;

Series;

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

Drabbles;

The Wolf.

Diet Mountain Dew.

Jasmine.

I’m always grateful for kindness too, and I am usually surprised to find it in people. Love you, Robin! 💜

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I really didn’t mean to leave this unanswered 😅 I remember being flustered when I got one from @kayhi808 because kindness like this isn’t easy to find. It just makes me so very grateful 🥹 Sending a ton of love back to you, K!

for such a violent man, his kisses are so very tender.

Monsters in the Dark #15

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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Billy and Frank were beautiful when they sparred, you thought sitting back watching with excitement tightening in your gut as they danced around each other.

You secretly thought Billy was more beautiful and graceful out of the two of them.

“Cute, huh?” Maria nudged you, a smile playing on her lips.

You grinned shyly, but your eyes didn’t stray from Billy for long.

Frank was like a bear, all raw power and rage, brute strength. Like a strong wave pulling you under.

But Billy? He was like a panther. Graceful and deadly, lithe and clever, all cool aloofness of a cat toying with a mouse.

They were perfectly matched, but Frank got him in the end. Billy grinned, shoving his friend playfully on the shoulder. It was the lightest you’d ever seen him.

His eyes sparkled when they caught your gaze. He sauntered over, sweaty and proud, his hair sticking to his face.

He gulped down some water, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

Your heart fluttered, and you leaned up kissing him, teetering in your wedge shoes.

Billy hummed, squeezing your ass. “Billy Russo!” you playfully scolded him, and slapped his arm.

He smirked, but felt happy that you seemed more at ease than when he first got you.

He dropped his hand, and you looked at him sweetly, “Didn’t say you couldn’t touch me at all,” you told him petulantly.

He laughed, squeezing your hips, “Better?” He asked, amused.

You giggled, leaned against him, reaching around, and squeezing his ass.

Billy scoffed, “I’m a human being, baby. Not a piece of meat.” He teased you.

“All right, you two.” Frank called, “If you’re done grabbin’ each other, Bill and I got work to do.” He said, making Billy roll his eyes.

He saluted Frank mockingly, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and moving away.

You loved seeing Billy light hearted. It made you happy to see him happy.

Providence.

A Monsters in the Dark drabble.

((blood, canon typical violence, anti religious sentiment, religious imagery, mentions of Billy’s assault by Arthur, abandonment issues, idolatry, fem!reader))

A little dark, I guess. But I was feeling dark.

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.

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If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game.

If you are the healer it means I’m broken and lame.

If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame.

—Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker.

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Billy had learned long ago God didn’t exist, and if He did, then He didn’t care what happened to him, or about his suffering.

Billy had survived because of himself, not because of providence or some shit. He’d defended himself against Arthur, an eleven year old boy fighting against a predator. No one went after Arthur, either. “Just a misunderstandin’,” he'd said. A misunderstanding that left Billy’s shoulder ruined.

He’d built Anvil from the ground up himself. With blood, sweat, and tears, even though he’d been orphaned, with virtually nothing.

He moved through the underground facility, hearing his men shouting, and gunshots ringing out. He looked around the corner, shooting a man that was coming at him with a knife, but he didn’t die easily.

Billy unsheathed his hidden blade, running the man through, feeling his blade cut through flesh and bone, and sinew.

Billy had seen a lot of death, and realized everyone was equal in death, everyone eventually faced it, and no one was above it.

Death was the only god, and He did not discriminate.

But when Billy looked at you he saw salvation. He brought your fingers up to kiss each one, his hands were stained with blood, but you looked past the bloody carnage of his own making.

You saw God, as you moved closer to him, eyes soft and looking at him like he imagined Penelope did when she saw Odysseus, devoted and in love.

Yours was the only salvation he desired.

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focus on the likes and not the wants

you may not want to clean your room, but you like the peace and call it brings you after

you may not want to study, but you like the confidence and satisfaction you get from being prepared

you may not not want to apologise, but you like the relief and connection that reconciliation brings

you may not want to cook, but you like the satisfaction of eating a healthy come cooked meal prepared with love

you may not want to exercise, but you like how you feel afterwards and how it makes you confident

you may not want to journal or write, but you like the reflection and calm it brings you

you may not want to step out of your comfort zone, but you like the new experiences and growth you gain from it

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