Angel x Reader stories

Angel x (anxious!) Reader

You are currently spending extermination day with Angel Dust in the hotel. You've only been down in hell for a couple years, and it will be your first extermination around someone else. You were hoping that because you'll be with him that it will go slightly better. Plus you are at the hotel with Charlie the princess of hell. She'll probably make sure nothing happens, and that everything will be locked. You'll be safe, you hope.

Angel is currently leaning against your bed flicking through the channels on the TV and smoking...something. You are on the floor holding your legs to your chest, with your ankles crossed gazing up at him. He catches your gaze and you evert your eyes away from him. You turned to look at the pile of snacks, and the various varieties of liquors laying in the middle of your floor. You had picked the stuff up prior to asking Angel to stay in your room, as a way of coaxing him to do it. Some extra cash might've been thrown in there too. You were glad he didn't ask questions as to why you were asking him to stay with you. You're both guests whom Charlie thinks of as redeemable, so it sort of makes sense you would just want to hang, right?

You peek back at him and try your best not to flinch when you find he is still looking at you.

" why the fuck are you so tense?" his voice cuts through your thoughts, but you don't know how to answer. You just hold yourself closer and blink up at him. Angels gays gos back over to the TV, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

" It'd be nice to know why you paid me to be here sugar, I could be anywhere else right now," he reminds you.

"Didn't want to be alone," was all you could get out of your dry throat. You hadn't even noticed it was dry until you spoke. He gives you a look of confusion, but doesn't question it. Before silence can hash over the room to allow the TV's gargled sound to be the only thing passing through, the siren goes off. A loud piercing sound muffled by the glass of the windows and the walls around you. It alerts you the purge has started and to get to safety if you haven't already. You immediately crawl under your bed like you've done every year previous. "Fucking shit," it's dark, but you can hear Angel swear from your right as he closes the curtains to your window. You assume he's probably turned off the TV when The sliver of light from in front of you vanishes. Panic wheels up inside you when it's suddenly completely dark with only the sounds of the siren to alert you of what's happening. You really thought that this would be different somehow. That even though you bribed Angel to be by your side, he'd treat you as a friend. You thought after a month of trying to be rehabilitated you'd be friends. Instead you hear one of your bottles that was laying in the pile opening. You start shaking and rocking back-and-forth anxious about what is to come.

Even with him a few feet away you feel like you're alone. It starts to feel extremely hard to breathe and you think about calling someone on your mobile device. That's when you realize that it's on your bedside table charging. It also occurs to you that even if you did want to call someone what if you unknowingly put them in danger by doing so? But it's not like you could bring yourself to get out from under the bed anyway.

Rocking back-and-forth, shaking, and the fact that it was getting harder to breathe made it pretty hard to ignore the oncoming panic attack. The darkness, blaring sound, and the lack of friends was not doing you any favors. Neither were your dark thoughts of being disliked and people you knew possibly dying.

You figure either your tears, or the fact that you are gasping for air alerted Angel that you weren't okay when a light got your attention. The light was coming from Angel's phone brightly illuminating his worried facial features as he lifted up your bed skirt.

"Fucking hell toots, what's wrong with yous?" Angel questions as he scoots towards you. You back away from him trying to get some distance. "What d' ya suddenly not want me here?" Angel asks, his voice carrying a slightly annoyed tone, probably partly from your lack of response. All four of his arms are crossed and his phone continues to sit between the two of you as the only light source. The light, thank God, was at least enough to call me down a little. you take a few do you shaky breath's to try and compose yourself before attempting to speak.
"Could you get my phone?" You say pointing in its general direction, however your voice comes out broken and hushed. Angel wordlessly ducks out from under your bed to retrieve your phone. You hear things being shoved around and usually you yell at him to not be so rough, but you physically can't.