Hot Girls Sleep With Stuffed Animals

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.

I miss the old Tumblr, too. We used share ideas, and scream at each other in the comments about what we liked about a fic, people did fan art for fanfics, we supported each other. Now it’s just empty likes, or people only talk to the followers who are in their circle. And there’s so much ai theft going on that it makes writers reluctant to share their stuff. 😔

I keep refreshing the tag but there are no new fics...

I miss the old tumblr

Where you could barely keep up with the amount of new fics, they just kept coming, dozens per tag a day...

I miss the old tumblr

Where ppl reblogged with reactions and there were fics circling around on my dash too that I might have missed in the tags

I miss the old tumblr

And I miss so many of the fic writers that left since

“this character is dead” to you maybe. I don't know where y'all live but I live in denial

In the Darkness

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

—fluff, fear of abandonment and attachments, kissing, fem!reader—

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

You were pressed against Billy on his bed, giggling. “I think all nursery rhymes have the same tune.” You said, humming to yourself as if to test your own theory out.

It was out of the blue, but Billy thought it was cute.

His lips twitched, “Yeah?” He asked, playing with your hair.

“I used to drive my mom crazy singing Little Bunny Foo Foo growing up.” Your fingers were drawn to his hip where his scar was. Always drawn there.

Your thumb rubbed back and forth, liking the feeling of the scar tissue. You haphazardly scooted down, pressing your lips to the scar, tongue tracing it.

Billy’s fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you up, and pressed his mouth firmly to yours.

You made him want you.

x

Sometimes Billy wondered why he must be attached. It only led to heartache, to pain, to eventual abandonment.

He wondered why he couldn't cut you out. But you’d been so hated by your father, Billy couldn’t hurt you like that again.

Besides, you had nowhere to go.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But as you laid there chattering sweetly about this and that, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

He had already lost.

He was hopelessly attached to you.

He was yours and there was nothing he could do about it.

x

It was around two in the morning when you finally fell asleep, fingers still touching his scar, as though that grounded you.

You’d both obviously had difficult childhoods. You’d had a father who had never wanted you, and made sure you knew it every day, so you’d turned inward; discovering books and reading quietly for hours.

A father that hated you so much, he’d tried to kill you.

There was something to be said about having been hated by a parent, verses being abandoned by one like Billy.

He pressed his lips to yours.

It was in the darkness of his room that he allowed himself to love you for the first time.

Monsters in the Dark #21

Nightmares, ptsd, mentions of canon typical violence, dark themes, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

You were drowsy that night, curled against Billy while he cleaned his ka-bar. You watched him, eyelids drooping. “How many people has Billy killed with that?” You asked, scooting closer.

“Too many to count.” Billy said, wiping the blade. He looked dangerous holding it, the way the blade gleamed in his hand. The casual way he handled it, and twirled it.

It excited you.

“I’m a monster.” Billy said, though not self deprecating at all. He sounded darkly amused.

“Billy’s my favorite monster.” You said, playing with his sweater, twirling a loose thread around your finger.

“Oh, baby. You’re my favorite angel.” He said, pinching your cheeks.

You giggled, before yawning halfway through your giggle. “Time for bed, sweet pea?” He asked, setting his knife down.

“Wanna be with you a little longer.” You said, yawning again.

Billy’s heart burned for you. You reminded him so much of the boy he was; sweet, trusting, loving. He remembered following his mother everywhere, to her annoyance, clinging to her clothes.

Billy wanted to protect your heart. Even from himself.

He kissed your forehead, watching you.

“Sometimes I dream that I’m in those woods again,” you said, “waiting for my mom. And if I look close enough the trees and the branches look like monsters in the dark.” You continued.

Billy listened quietly. It was the first time you had spoken of your nightmares.

“They pull on me, on my clothes, trying to drag me deeper into the woods, tearing at my skin. I always wait for God, but He never comes. But you know who does?” You asked, looking up at him.

Billy swallowed.

“Billy. Billy comes. And I always take his bloody hand, and we go away, away into the darkness. And then, I’m finally safe in his arms.” You said, softly.

Billy crushed you to him, and tucked you under his chin, and his treacherous heart blazed.

You both sat like that for some time, enjoying each other’s company, feeling full there.

There was never going to be a time that Billy wouldn’t come for you.

imagine ur living inside a tiny mushroom house... with a tiny chimney.... deep in the woods... no one knows u exist... u make soup in a tiny pot.....u are free

@gathermoments

Weekend at grandma’s house…

him grabbing ur thigh while he is driving >>>

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