Band imagines (request closed)

Marilyn Manson

A/N:: Noriakikakyoin666 requested some Manson.... here you go my lovely.

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"You are such an asshole!!!!" I shout across the parking lot at my boyfriend.
"You knew that when you met me, kitten"  he answers, smirking as he walks closer to me
" shut the fuck up, ass..." He silences my outburst with his fist around my neck. Tears sting my eyes and I place my hand on his, attempting to loosen his grip. It doesn't work.
"Who do you think you're talking to, bitch?" He growls into my ear. I usually love hearing his deep, grumble of a voice,  there is something so sexy and calming about it. But not now. He is pissed and scary and the worst part is, I don't remember what we are arguing about.
" Bri...Brian.....please" I choke on my pleads, gasping for air between words. He just smiles a  big, toothy, creepy grin. What happened to him. The man I love, who loves me, who saved me from my abusive ex. The man who begged me to go out with him, called me his muse, his beautiful dark angel. He promised that he'd never hurt me, but here he is, cold, blank stare, almost looking right through me as he squeezes his fist, crushing my last bit of air. My head hurts, my ears are buzzing,  my vision blurry, he's saying something....
Look up? Wave up? Baby?

WAKE UP!!!

"Kitten, wake up"
I'm awakened with gentle shaking and Brian's beautiful voice, the one I love, not the creepy sound that escaped his lips in my dream.
" hey, you okay,baby?"
I sit up slowly and turn to face my boyfriend.
" uh. Huh." My answer comes out as a whisper, and my voice is cracking.
" then why are you crying?"   Am i? I wipe my eyes dry.
" tell me what happened. please "
I shuffle my body in bed till I'm sitting sideways in Brian's lap. He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I let out a sigh, finally feeling comfortable since the dream.
" you were...WE We're fighting. Yelling at each other. I... uh...i called you an asshole. You got mad, you had my throat. You... were. I couldn't breathe....i...just .... i" my rant is suddenly stopped by his lips on mine. Not rough and dominant like usual, but soft, slow and sweet. He pulls away, but lays my head against his chest.
"Shhh. It's okay baby. You know that I would never do that. I couldn't.  You are my everything, baby" he stops, lifting my head to look me in the eyes. His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes, not dark and hallow anymore, but full of love, sadness, maybe a hint of guilt. " I don't know why you would dream anything like that,y/n, but please know this.... I will NEVER hurt you. I love you. And you know me, I'm not one to just say that to anyone for no reason. I fucking love you"  he wipes the latest tears from my cheeks and pulls me close again. He shuffles our bodies, so that we are laying down, and I'm cradled in his arms.
" I love you, Brian,  goodnight" I whisper, as a fall into a more comfortable rest. The last thing I feel is his soft lips in my forehead.

" goodnight, my dark angel"