His Angel

his angel

pairing // brian moser x fem!reader summary // even angels have nightmares. and for his little angel, byines always there to sooth you. warnings // comfort/hurt/comfort (if that's a thing). comfort. tiny bit angst. brians a big softie. brian is byine. word count // 760 smth A/N // first fic bloggg lets goooooooooo writers block is overrrrrrrrrrrr and tbh i just needed some comfort since i was lowkey feeling down and nun was doing the trick

slowly rising up from the comfort of your bed and turning on your nightlap, you sit up while groaning. slipping on some short grey shorts, a pair of fluffy white socks and a big, warm comfy hoodie, you make your way out of your room, in through your living room. You stand still for a second, rubbing your eyes while yawning.

you make your way to the frontdoor of your apartment and out into the hallway. walking over to your neighbours door, the sound of pen scribbling on paper echoing. with a heavy sigh, you slowly knock on the door and hear some scrambling on the inside and a heavy thud. hope he's okay, you think while yawning again, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes again.

then, you're met with your neighbour, and boyfriend. brian moser. hair a bit ruffled, a hand running through his hair and one down his chest while sniffling and shifting his feet from one foot to the next while his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

''why're you up at this time, angel?'' his voice breaks the silence, turning his head a bit down to look at you. he cups your head with one of his hands, his gaze lingering on your mouth for a bit before meeting your eyes again.

'i had a nightmare, byine.'' you whisper softly, scared that he'd just dismiss you and tell you that you're annoying for interrupting him.

''wwh, angel. it's okay, byines here for you now, isn't he?'' he coos, picking you up bridal-style, closing the door behind you.

''mhmm.'' you hum a reply quietly, nuzzling into his neck while he walks to his room with you in his arms. you can feel the way his hand rubs soothing circles on your thigh and arm. slowly closing your eyes, you feel him lay you down on his bed and the way it dips when he lays down next to you.

you hold your arms out for him, wanting him close. he lets you reach out for him, finding it so cute that his little angel wants him close. He waits a bit before ou let out a whine, ''byine, please. m'mere, i'm tiredddddd.'' he grabs your wrists softly and pulls you close, resting your head on his chest. hearing his slow, controlled heartbeat and the rise-and-fall of his chest lulling you to sleep.

the rise and fall of your lover's chest growing distant. the way his heart beats close to your ear becoming a distant memory, you open your eyes and is met with a dark barren land. a small tree in the distance, it's leave slowly falling of the branches. you can see the simmliar tree behind you, framed by dark, burnt-looking dead grass.

''i never really loved you, y'know.'' his voice echos from your ears. Looking up, you see him. he stands at his full height, hands in his pant-pockets, eyes fixated on the dark land in front of the two of you.

''w-what?'' you stuttered, standing up to look at him better. He doesn't offer you a single glance, keeping his eyes out on the land in front of the two of you.

''i never loved you. everything i did was play-pretend. to make you care. break you down. the sense of control so close, but always so far from you.'' he looks at you, his gaze sharp, cold. ''the second i knew who you really were, i hated you. you annoy me.''

his gaze was sharp and cold, sending shivers down your spine. the dreamland in front of you start shifting into pure darkness. brian slowly fades from your vision. ''i hate you. i never even liked you.'' and poof, he was gone.

the darkness infront of you slowly starts swallowing you whole, trying to take you under with it. you kick, and scream, but it's like something is holding you down. like something is keeping you from kicking, something over your mouth to muffle your crys. a voice, it's calling for you. it's the darkness. it's always the darkness wanting to swallow you whole.

''angel, wake up. angel, please, wake up.'' the voice grows louder, and louder. the darkness slowly turning into a bright white light.

i panic and try to sit up but something is holding you down. brian.

''angel, please. it's just me, it's your byine.'' he pleads, holding you down while you keep kicking him.

''brian?''

''angel? oh, god, angel.''

he hugs you so close. while muffling some inconsistent words and sentences in a hushed voice.

''i love you, byine.''

''i love you too, angel.''