Marilyn Manson(x reader) Imagines(One shots)

#1 "Howdy Partner" (cowboy fic)

(y/n) = your name. (h/n) = horse's name

"HIYAH!!!"
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You fling your horses reins as your steed speeds up. The wind pushes against you as you breathe in the warm summer air. There's nothing but grass for miles and miles. It's just you, and old (h/n). (h/n) had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Sometimes the kids at school would tease you for liking horses so much. That doesn't matter now, though. All that matters is that you and (h/n) finally have some time together now that summer is here.

As the afternoon turns to evening, the sun sets. It's time to go back to the barn, your grandma's barn. It's red walls held you like strong arms, and it's roof kept you safe from the down pours of life like an umbrella. This was why you love Summer.

You put (h/n) in (his/her) pen and give (him/her) a kiss goodnight. You then make your way inside, immediately greeted by the smell of; you sniff the air; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and; you sniff the air again to make sure, grandma's apple pie. What a surprise!

You let out an "mmm" as you enter the kitchen, expecting to see just your grandmother. To your surprise, there is a man wearing a cowboy hat and pants, who would otherwise be considered gothic. You gasp and look to your grandmother. She is sitting across the table from the man. She greets you.

"hello again (y/n)! How was your day out in the fields?"

"It was alright...umm...."

"What's wrong deary? Haven't you met Marilyn?"

You shook your head as your grandmother began to explain.

"Oh, My! Mister Manson here is an old friend of your mother. They knew each other in highschool. Why don't you say hello?"

I waved and the strange man stood up, reaching an extremely large hand out towards me. Hesitantly, I took his hand, as he shook it about. "Nice to meetcha, darlin'." His hands were warm, making you want to hold them forever. You looked into his beautiful eyes and, for the first time ever, felt a love greater than any, except for the love you have for (h/n).

You blush and stutter as you push the words "nice... to meet you ..too.." out of your trembling mouth. You sit down and eat dinner, and then you are told that Manson is staying the night. You imagine just what could happen between the two of you, but you shake it off.

You lay down in bed, pulling the sheets over yourself. You hug a pillow, imagining that it's the attractive stranger you met before dinner. Suddenly, your door creeks open. Your eyes widen as you watch to see who could be coming in.

It's your grandma.

"Goodnight, dear. Sweet dreams." She says, and you return the favor. Quickly after she leaves, though, the door opens again. This time, it isn't your grandmother. He's wearing nothing but boxers and a cowboy hat.

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