(sad)bloody painter x reader

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Art block...

one of the most painful things a artist can go through. like a child accidently breaking his favorite toy he didn't mean to but it happened. As tears erode from the child's eyes in those cases usually a parent will try everything to fix said toy. super glue, tape, maybe even a replacement almost the same way and artist can get during those frustrating days, weeks , some even months of unappealing and dysfunctional art

I guess you can say today is one of those days for my poor "Husband" Helen

There I stood Stagnant near are open bedroom door listening to him sob balled up under my old baby blue comforter from collage.

I knock on are already open door to get his attention
"Not right now. Darling I'm not in the best of moods" he sniffled I walked in the room stepping closer to the bed feeling sympathy for how emotionally frustrated he is. Crawling on top of The
Tattered blanket I wrap my arms around his body pulling my baby boy in to my arms
Spooning him "what can mommy do to make you feel better" I baby talk to him trying to bring him as much comfort as possible he pulls the blanket down allowing me to see his pink poofy eyes and his curly head of hair "nothing I don't need any of your help" he rasped

I knew there was Nothing I could do about his art block. but i knew one thing for sure and that was that he could use a break from adulting

"how bout we watch a movie " I said while twisting to grab the remote from are nightstand and turning the TV on "I wanna watch lion king" he mummers as he nestled closer to my hip...

As the credits played and I could hear the faint sound of rain hitting the window behind us  I listen to the slight snores from my sleepy little helen.while I quietly slip from under the blanket...

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This story kinda sucked but I just wanted to get something out there because its been awhile

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