You’re drunk again.
Hello, Love bugs!!
This is a bit of a dark fic. If you need something more fluffy you can find something on my master list.
Dan X Reader
Warnings- Alcohol, depression, drunk, death.
Could you write an imagine where Y/N and Dan have had an argument over her depression and her need to get drunk as often as possible, so she sits at his piano and starts to play Because I Want You (Redux) by Placebo? And he creeps in while she’s playing and he kind of realizes how fucked the entire situation is and sits beside her and pulls her close and manages to convince her to get help even though she’d refused it before? Sorry, it’s specific but it fits the song!! Thank you. xx -Anonymous.
A terrible cycle has taken over your life. You wake up and have a warm shower to wash away the night from before. You find your outfit for the day and get dressed and go to school, stop at the liquor store on your way home. Once home you can finally let the numb takeover. You change into your comfy clothes then set to your nightly routine.It starts with the first drink. Only a single, mostly pop. Then one more, the preceding drinks become less mix and more alcohol. The drinks are harder and than easier to drink, the burning subsided with every gulp. Yours locked in the office. You always say that you were working on homework or talking to your mother. The truth was that you were drinking your sorrows away.