4 Town x Reader Imagines

"Bring Me Back To Her"- Robaire x Reader

"If the angels took me from this earth, I would tell them 'bring me back to her'." - 'Heaven Can Wait', Michael Jackson.

Mornings always were Robaire's favourite time of day. The streaks of the first sunlight, that refreshed post-sleep feeling, the gratitude for another day of memories...the list could never end, honestly.

Especially when he gets to experience all of these things with you.

This morning, though, wasn't like all the others. Sure, Robaire woke up with you in his arms, the comforter all tangled from your stirring. The birds were chirping outside of his window, undisturbed by any sounds of modern life. And your grip on him was as secure and clingy as ever.

So why did he feel so on edge?

Well, he blamed his subconscious for that. Robaire was no stranger to vivid dreams, but nightmares were, thankfully, more of a rarity for him. But not last night.

The details were hazy, and for that he should probably be thankful. Rubbing his eye with his free hand, he tried to recollect what had happened.

All he could remember was being dragged away from you. He had been thrashing against the force that pulled him upwards, reaching unendingly for your outstretched hand. You had screamed his name as he was lifted away from you, higher and higher. He wished he could forget the cries that contorted your features, exhibiting a pain he hoped you'll never encounter.

As he was snatched away from you, your figure had got smaller and smaller, a mere speck on the surface of the earth. Through ugly sobs, he had turned his attention skyward, ready to face whatever, or whoever, was tearing him from you.

His vision had been blurry, that much he remembered. Through his tear-stricken gaze, he had deciphered a pair of wings. To whom they belonged, he couldn't say. The wings were in fact quite beautiful, glowing with a kind of luminous power that he realised he couldn't fight.

Nevertheless, he had screamed out into his impending imprisonment: "Bring me back to them!"

And that's when he woke up. Sweaty, and in search of you.

He hugged you tighter now, never having been so grateful to hold you. It was only when he pressed a soulful kiss to your forehead that he remembered.

Last night, before going to sleep, he'd been playing Michael Jackson's new album. After you'd turned in, he'd continued listening to one particular song, Heaven Can Wait.

Detaching his lips from your skin, he felt himself calm down. Letting the lyrics of Jackson's song ring in his ears, it was no wonder he'd dreamt what he did.

But, he wondered if there was more to it than that. The wings he'd dreamt about were awfully similar to the props that had hoisted him from the stage on the night of the Pandapocolypse. He'd thought a lot about how lucky he, and the boys, had been to get out of that situation unharmed. Maybe he hadn't got over that night, and its potential consequences, as well as he'd thought.

With a sigh, he squeezed you a little tighter. Since Robaire met you, he'd known he'd be with you for the rest of his life, whatever it takes. So, logically speaking, there would come a day where the course of nature separates you. He just hoped that this detachment would be temporary, and a long way off.

Gazing back down at you, Robaire thought back to the lyrics of the earworm he has yet to defeat. In that moment, he realised that he couldn't make it through life's journey without you.With this in mind, he buried his face in your hair, whispering;

"If the angels took me from this earth, I would tell them 'bring me back to them'."