Thr Funniest Part Of Therapy To Me Is When You First Come In And You're Exchanging Niceties And They

when a hot fictional man commits atrocities i’m like. where are your morals? where is your dignity? where do you live? when can i come over?

Hearts in her eyes post bite.

“She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”

— Laura Ingall’s Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods

{Monsters in the Dark #3}

PTSD, nightmares, mentions of sexual abuse, kissing, fem!reader.

286 words.

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Billy felt like a weight was on his chest, he was vaguely aware he was sweating, and mumbling in his sleep. He was all around Billy.

Arthur.

Billy was crushed under waves of helplessness and rage, he thrashed swinging the stickball bat. Pain exploded in his shoulder, and he screamed into the darkness.

He jerked at a gentle touch. Yours. He blinked at you in the dim light. He worked to slow his breathing. He fucking hated feeling vulnerable.

He grabbed you, pulling you against him, lips pressing to yours urgently. You melted against him as Billy fought for control. His fingers dug into your hips, and you sighed pressing closer to him.

Billy pulled back, his dark eyes looking like pits as they stared at you. He looked wild and untamed. You didn’t know what was upsetting your roommate.

“What’s wrong, Billy?” You asked softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty, you know nothing good is comin’.” Billy murmured hoarsely, “I was eleven.”

You felt a deep sadness for that helpless boy. But Billy wasn’t a boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t helpless.

Your eyes watered, and Billy smiled darkly. “Don’t look at me like that sweet pea. It made me stronger.”

“You were a child. Billy didn’t need to be strong, he needed to be safe.” You said lips trembling.

Billy kissed you hard, fingers pulling on your hair. This was why to Billy you were a cut above everyone else.

He loved your soft heart. It was comforting, even though Billy was hard pressed to admit he needed comforting.

He was never letting you go.

They’d have to take you from his cold, dead hands.

—the monsters make me hide, perhaps I’ll eat myself alive.

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