Slendytubbies drabbles and oneshots-maybe (requests Open)

If only he could bottle up his reactions

Finn flinched, pulling his covers over his head upon hearing the cracking. It sounded like his bones snapping in his ears. He tangled himself in his sheets as if that would protect him from the memory of tight grips. The squeezing and bending of his small arm.

He shakes his head, murmuring to himself that he's not a child anymore. He doesn't have small limbs anymore.

He bites his pillow hearing another round of thunder. Finn mentally chants for it to stop.

His young self would drag himself to the bathroom for the first aid kit and then collapse on the floor. He wouldn't be able to move, a floating sensation would infect his body. But Finn never got scared, it was relaxing to get out of his body.

He doesn't even know how he's kept it a secret for so long. It makes him want to crawl to the cold bathroom floor.

Fuck it.

Finn rolls out of his bed and crawls to the small bathroom, relief hitting him in shivers.

He rested his face against the cold surface and while he still flinched at every sound, it was easier to bear with on the floor and it was hours before he drifted off.