ϑ⊹ untilted, added to brian & his angel

the first time he talked about you, he wasn’t even the one to bring you up. it was one of his victims, strapped inside the large fridge, their lips gone white unlike his. he doesn’t know what gave it away—maybe the faint trace of your sweet perfume clinging to his jacket, or maybe it was the soft, almost domestic crease in his shirt, like someone had smoothed it down with careful hands before he left.

they were desperate, searching for anything to try to get under his skin. “do you lie to her too?”

he barely glances at them, turning the blade over in his fingers. “mm.” a pause. then, without looking up, “don’t have to. she sees me. likes what she sees.” he shifts his glance from the blade a moment, lost in the thought of his girl. until his victim exhales sharply, and he quickly finds himself cold again like the environment that surrounds him.

after that, he found himself doing it mindlessly—dropping pieces of you into conversations that would never leave the room. it felt good. like a confession. like proof that he had something real, something clean, something untouched by all of this.

the next night was no different. lying on his bed, the prostitute watches him in silence, eyes tracing the shape of him in the dim light. it had been months since she’d seen him. maybe longer. eventually, she speaks, something low and teasing, trying to pull a reaction from him.

he doesn’t respond, too focused on cleaning the blood from under his nails, humming a quiet tune under his breath.

“what’s that song?”

“her favorite.” he doesn’t hesitate.

“her?” she grins, like she’s just uncovered a dirty little secret. like this means something she thinks she understands—she’s mistaken. “she’s not that special if you’re here with me.”

brian almost laughs. his fingers still, turning to her so she doesn’t miss his eyes dark that look at her with something she should be afraid of. he squints briefly, “not quite.”

efucked up reader x brian where they toy with his prey together!! like walking into the freezer and acting shocked that your boyfriend could ever be capable of this!! offering her help and acting like you're going to free her when hes behind you and pulling u away. knife to your throat n all and telling u that u saw too much. n the victim is sobbing and panicking bc hes gonna hurt u too right in front of her! but then u two are laughing n u just ask him something simple like "did u fix the sink yet baby?" n give him a kiss. n shes TERRIFIED bc u are aware of it, in on it even. like "oh god, no, you're just like him." she'd sob n he'd be like, "Mm, no, they're worse." n u just giggle all proud!!! ugh disgusting n evil

Dexter and Brian are actually hot, and I just noticed that a few days ago

“I didn’t see you pick this blowtorch out,” you say, to which Brian glances at what you’re holding.

“I didn’t,” he says. “You did. You practically threw the entire store inside our cart.”

You can’t help the devious little smile that sneaks upon your lips. “Well. Yeah. You were buying, so…”

You hear his little huff. “Childish.”

“Rude.”

He eyes you with a glimmer. “Pitiful.”

“Arrogant,” you brood.

“Hopeless.”

“Annoying,” you shoot right back. “Got any more adjectives for me? I could keep going all night.”

To which he merely smiles, having finished wrapping Gary all up. “Speaking of taping people’s mouths closed, would you like me to tape up Gary’s for you? Or would you prefer to hear him begging for his life?”

why so 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿!

𝓗e put his finger up to his lips, shushing you before you could make a sound. he smiled behind his finger when you obliged, “you’re a little early, i’m just cleaning up a bit. didn’t want your first scene to be too. . bloody,” he smirked.

your breath hitched at the word. then it started to come out in breaks when you glanced to the body again. who is that? you didn’t expect this when brian told you to meet him at this address. you expected something romantic. was this his idea of romance? showing his girlfriend a dead body?

you went to walk up to brian, your foot crinkled the wrap that covered the floor. brian’s head snapped up at the sound, “do you like it? do you recognize him?” you stepped closer to get a better look. it was the guy you’ve seen on the news. he was wanted for. . hurting girls. you nodded hesitantly, brian smiling again.

he moved to stand behind you, you slightly flinching. brian gripped your arms with gloved hands, keeping you in place, “don’t be scared,” he whispered into your ear. he wrapped his arms around your middle, embracing you, and letting out a slight sigh, “i missed you,” his breath fanned your hair, “this took so long to set up. tried to make it extra pretty for you.”

just then did you notice the candles surrounding the room and scattered rose petals. your brow furrowed, “brian. .”

“shh. . ” he quieted you again, his hands coming up to circle your neck, breathing in deeply, “i love this pulse. it brings me so much comfort knowing this man can’t cut it off. i couldn’t have him walking this earth with you on it. he was. . a threat to you. you were in danger and you didn’t even know it,” he lightly chuckled.

“you’ve always been so naive, but it’s okay. i like it. . i like being the one to protect you. to shield your eyes. . ” his hands came up to cover them. you slightly gasped at your vision being obstructed. he chuckled again, “but you trust me, right? you trust me to keep you safe?” you slowly nodded.

“say it,” brian grunted out. “i trust you,” you whimpered. “the entire thing,” you startled at brian sounding closer to your ear. “i trust you to keep me safe,” you whispered.

you felt brian press his face into your neck, “good. . good girl,” then he removed his hands. you immediately wanted them back when the sight in front of you returned.

“where are my manners?” you heard from behind you, “you look so pretty, sweetheart. you prettied yourself up for me? you readied yourself like a doll all for me? ’m so lucky. . i really appreciate it. . it just sucks this might get messed up,” he stepped away from you. you wondered briefly where he was going when you saw him pull out the dagger.

your foot was moving before your brain could tell it to. brian’s eyes immediately moved to you at the sound of the wrap crinkling, “what are you doing?” he asked you slowly. you shook your head, eyes pleading with him.

“you’re not leaving, are you? you can’t leave, you haven’t seen the best part yet. this is the surprise. you like it, right? you want to see me get rid of the man that put you in danger. . right? you just said you trust me to keep you safe, i’m doing that!” his voice raised.

your eyes widened and a second later, you bolted. you could hear the sound of the dagger dropping to the floor and footsteps after you. you dodged shelves as you ran, searching for an exit. where did you come in? it was the like the door disappeared the moment you stepped in.

you stopped short at the blank wall in front of you. it was right here. .

hands grabbed you, one coming up to smoother your squeals. you squirmed in his arms, kicking at whatever you could. “stop!” brian yelled, “this is for you! i don’t mind the chase, but you need to see this. why are you so scared?” his hand came up to pet your hair. your breath slowed after the adrenaline dissipated, curling closer into brian’s chest. you didn’t want to give up so soon, but you were tired now. you knew you weren’t getting out unless brian wanted you to.

“yeah? you all good now? you ready to be a good girl again? i guess i should’ve expected you to be a little frightened. ’m sorry. . you forgive me right? you still trust me? please tell me you still trust me.”

you stared at the blank wall in front of you, settling into brian’s warmth. it was the only thing that could comfort you in this moment. “i still trust you.”

 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘

𝐕𝐀𝐋 ' 𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  ♥  I couldn't stop thinking about Brian Moser when listening to Play Date by Melanie Martinez, and got slightly inspired to make the bot because I see Brian a lot (*cough*  hisbloodyface and  batseysylvia  on j.ai *cough*), and then I saw that I never made any Brian bots, so yeah, now I have 😼

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒… 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒷 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒾

Goddamn, was it hard for brian not to laugh when detectives planned to stop by and interview one of his failed victims-

who he was now treating and making prosthetics for. it was a strange clash of his day job and night life, he found it amusing.

but he ended up praying to a God he isn’t sure of in gratitude for that day, that situation- he met the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you, of course!

you came by with deb, you call her debbie, she’s your good friend and you immediately picked up on the looks she was giving the doctor. you wouldn’t want to go after her crush-

but what ownership does she have over him, really, i mean especially when he’s looking at you with heart eyes. this type of heart eyes, it isn’t masquerading to make the miami whores fall for him- it’s real.

you didn’t dress like debbie, so masculine and boxy. you weren’t maria either, overly feminine to the point of resembling a shower curtain. you had a classy, babydoll esque dress. so pretty, all to interview some guy. or no, not for anything in particular- you were just like that. hair tied back with a clip, you added a pretty flower you’d found outside. you were, for lack of better word, perfect.

“i’m gonna grab some coffee, see what this fuckin’ shithole has in the cafeteria” deb mutters to you, standing up from the small couch next to you. you nod, your eyes focus on bri- rudy, to you anyways, going over something with tony, mister missing leg and arm.

as deb walks away, rudy’s eyes follow; not in a sexual way, but in relief, bordering on excitement. he makes his way over to you, tossing the manila file to the side, leaving tony on a cliff hanger of a sentence. your eyes widen slightly, you look down and play with the hem of your dress, as if you weren’t staring at him, as if your heart wasn’t thumping like a bunny because he was walking over!

he doesn’t say anything at first, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets. he tilts his head, studying your pretty eyes and the way your lashes extend as they go out, like butterfly wings.

you open your mouth to speak after a good 17 seconds, but he beats it to you with a soft chuckle.

“it brings out your eyes.”

“uh- thank you, but what are you-“

his hand extends to the flower in your hair. your smaller hand, manicured with the finest of champagne glitter color, reaches out to feel the soft petals too. your pinkie- rudy had never seen something so ordinary look so adorable, brushed against his thumb and he felt the closest feeling to slicing open a body he’d had sense- well, doing just that. he was giddy.

he was smooth. you were special alright, but his hyperactive attraction and admiration for you didn’t remove his swagger- he knew how to get a pretty little girl like you easy, but you were more then just that. why? he didn’t know yet, he met you 5 seconds ago, it was just something in your heart.

“oh thank you, there’s pretty flowers that grow outside of miami metro. i found this one matched my dress” why do you almost sound like, what, dorothy? so soft spoken, so sweet, kind and a level of class and- innocence.

“oh i bet, based off of that one they’re the prettiest flowers that grow”

you giggled- that was really sweet. it wasn’t even complimenting you but the flowers, revealing that he felt the same way about them that you did. it was like he was complimenting your soul.

but to him, it was just such a sweet laugh he wanted to squeeze your face off. you were so pretty though, he wouldn’t wanna ruin it. he could so easy too, that’s the thing, ughhh what to do what to do!

“you’re a vice girl, i take it?” rudy, cocks an eye brow, nodding his head to reference your dress. it wasn’t too revealing, but too much so for a detective to wear. ugh, man did you love debbie but you’d rather become a victim of this ice truck killer guy then dress like her.

“mhm, here to ‘learn’ from debbie, butttt mostly cuz the streets are empty today” you shrug, you act so busy by playing with the lace on that hem that he wants to grab your soft hands away.

instead, he just grabs one of your loose curls at the end of your hair, your long long hair of course it’s long.

he lets about a hum, almost of approval. “you’re almost unbelievable as a vice girl”

“why? what does that mean?” you asked, your pretty eyes wide. it kinda seemed like if he meant it in a bad way you’d cry.

he didn’t know how to answer that. he desired you, wanted you, not in the way he wanted the hookers. but he couldn’t tell you that was the difference. he could say somethin’ sweet, though, make up for the things he’ll inevitably do once he wins you over.

“too pure”

you bite your lip at that- a little offensive to girls you loved but the way he meant it was just to make you feel special. you weren’t above it, it worked.

“well.. thank you” you sounded so sweet, a little shy, your eyes finally being brave enough to look up at him. you only met his for a second, before your gaze shifted around his features, nerves and admiration in your eyes. he wasn’t just debbie’s crush anymore- you were about to write about him in your diary…!

speaking of, rudy’s reluctant sigh, as he was facing the door, almost rudely let you know debbie came back. it was rudy’s cue to leave, let you guys talk to this tony guy.

he knew he’d see you again, if you didn’t come back with deb (which he would bet dexters life you will) he would make sure of it.

“they only had black coffee, sons of bitches” debbie told you as an apology as she sipped her coffee, only one in her hands. you don’t really care, you nod, your eyes fixed on your new crush. rudyyyyyy!!!!

he gave deb a nod as a goodbye, almost a little bit irish, but he turned his whole body to you before exiting. he sighed, the hand that touched the soft petals and your softer hand gave a little wave, something he knew you’d adore.

and once again, you did. you giggle and wave back, your lips desiring to blow a kiss but you decide against it, choosing debbie’s feelings instead. it was enough though, he chuckled as he closed the door, leaving you be. he leaned against it for a moment, taking it all in, wanting to take you in.

brian, rudy, covered his mouth to hide his laugh. it was amusing, in the same way him treating tony- better known as a failed kill in his mind, was amusing. it was just like a sign from God, he knew it now.

he was allowed to have a little fun…!

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No more “I’ll start tomorow”’s, no more “just one bite”’s, no more “cheat day”’s, NO MORE EXCUSES!

having one of those days where i hate every piece of clothing i own, wanna rip off my skin, and my stomach is upset. lucky me i still have to work today but at least im going for a run after.

I met my younger self for a coffee today.

She looked at me and went "we're still not skinny??"

I sighed and said "damn girl we're trying, okay??"

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