All my stories are female reader pov. Unless specified.
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I don't write smut, I'm just not good at it
Trigger Warnings:
-violence/abuse
-self-harm/ hatred
- language
- depression
A/N:This was requested by JacksonNight666. Hope you like it Male reader... DDLB...fluff
I wake up on the couch, my head hurts and my vision is blurry. I look down and notice the stain on the couch from my tears. I still can't believe he got that mad. He yelled and then he left me.
I start to see clearer and that's when I notice that it is 12 o'clock, midnight and daddy is not back yet. He got angry and left around 5, I thought he'd be back by now, he knows I can't be alone at night time. I'm already starting to freak myself out with my wandering thoughts
'oh no, what if daddy got hurt.? Or maybe he just doesn't love me anymore because I had a tantrum and I yelled at him'
It's raining and thundering outside. 'Oh no that's not good, daddy I need you'
I decide to text him
( R= reader, m= Manson)
R- I sorwy daddy
M-....
R- u mad at me
M-...
R- daddy. Pweese I scared
M-......
He's not answering. He must be really really mad. I hope he doesn't leave me, I love daddy so much.
CRASH! BOOM!!!
The storm is so loud, the whole house shakes. I grab my Jack Skellington stuffie and run upstairs to hide under the covers in bed.
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M- bby boy don't be sorry....I was daddy's fault. No I'm not mad at you
M- I know you're scared...I'm caught in the storm..I'll be right there
I realized that I left my phone on the couch, but there is no way in hell I'm getting out of bed. I'm waiting for daddy to save me.
(20 minutes later)
Marilyn's POV
I rushed home as fast as I could in the rain. My baby doesn't do well alone and it's much worse during a storm. I walk though the door and notice the power out, my baby boy must be so scared. I begin serching the house using my phone as light...I then notice his cell phone on the couch, which explains why he didn't answer my text.
I call his name as I race up the stairs, getting more worried about my boy. My worry settles as I come across the most adorable sight. My sweet boy is curled up under the covers of our bed, sucking his thumb and hold on to his stuffie for dear life. I almost don't want to wake him, but he needs to know that i came back to him.
I climb into bed and softly pull him into my lap, kissing him on his cheek.
"Daddy?" He whines as he awakens
" it's me, sweet boy. I'm so sorry for screaming at you "
" otay, daddy, you here now"
" yeah baby I'm here, and I promise to never leave you like that again."
He smiles at me then places a soft kiss on my lips, before he yawns. I slide over, laying beside him, and wrap my arms tightly around his small body.
" good night daddy"
" good night baby boy, I love you "
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A/N: sorry if it sucks...but it's 2am. Anyways I hope you all like it.
