Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 1

One shot.

Two Shots.

Three Shots.

The music was blasting in my ears. The room was dark with some led lights here and there on the walls. My glittered makeup was becoming a mess the more I drank. The room was hot and bodies were almost touching each other. The room started to sway as I made my way to the kitchen to get more drinks.

Four shots.

Five Shots.

Six Shots.

Slamming the last shot down on the counter, the room was swaying more. Glitter now spreading into my eyebrows and down my cheekbones. The room felt hotter by the second. Alcohol coursed through my body as I made my way over to the couch. A girl with long dark brown hair, green eyes, and freckles all over her face moved over on the couch for me to sit down.

"How much have you had to drink?" She asked.

"About six shots. You look sober as always, Zion." I slurred.

I put my head on her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around me. This always happened whenever I went to parties. Zion wouldn't drink while I got plastered. She would always take care of me, even the morning after when a hangover happened.

"I gotta watch for my baby. You always find a way to drink until you can't walk." I laughed a bit. It's true, though.

"Do you ever have fun at these parties?" I asked, lifting my head up to look at her.

Zion nodded. She never had a problem taking care of me. It was her way of showing how much she appreciated me. "My priority is to keep you safe."

I smiled and gave her a drunken hug. "I fucking love you."

"I love you, too. Let me know when you're ready to leave." Zion said. I got up and headed to the kitchen, pouring myself another shot.

Seven shots.

Eight shots.

Nine shots.

The ground suddenly vanished from under me. I couldn't feel my legs as I made my way to the bathroom. The room swayed and I couldn't help but laugh from the feeling. This felt like euphoria, but it was a typical Friday night. The walk to the bathroom felt like it took ages, but I found my way.

I opened the door and saw two guys making out. They broke away from each other quickly and stared at me.

"Babes, I don't give a fuck. A bitch has to pee." I slurred.

The two left the bathroom and I locked the door behind them. I did my business and sat there, my body swaying back and forth. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to do anything. I wanted to drink more until I blacked out.

Getting up, I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. My head was heavy as well as my body. I walked out of the bathroom and stumbled my way into the kitchen once again.

"Haven't you been in here about four times?" Someone asked.

I turned my head to look at him. Blonde hair, golden eyes, and red wings. I had zero idea who this man was and why he cared to ask. "Why do you care?" I slurred.

He rose his hands up and smirked. "I've been standing here with a beer and you've downed a total of nine shots. Are you sure you can drink more?"

"Watch me, bird brain," I said as I grabbed a bottle of rum and started to chug it. He looked at me with amusement and he nodded his head.

"Chug, chug chug." He started to chant. Others started to notice me drink the rum and started chanting along with him. Eventually, a whole crowd was watching and chanting.

I eventually finished and raised the empty bottle up and everyone started to cheer. People were giving me pats on my back and shaking me. I felt accomplished and proud. I let the feeling engulf me as well as more alcohol coursing through my body. I held myself against the island and laughed.

Once everything died down, the winged man came up to me and wrapped my arm over his shoulder. He held me as he took me to the living room and sat me down on the couch. Zion looked at me and shook her head. My memory started to blank out and I couldn't talk. Everything was spinning so fast, I thought I was going to throw up.

"Thank you, Hawks," Zion said. "Can you get a water bottle for this one?"

"Yeah, hold on." He said, walking off.

I looked over at Zion and reached out for her hand. She noticed and held my hand, rubbing her thumb over my fingers. "Hun, this is the drunkest I have seen you."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't move. All I wanted was the feeling to continue to take over me. Hawks came back and handed Zion the water bottle. She opened it and lifted my head up. She put the water bottle to my lips and I began to drink the water slowly. I was going to feel it in the morning. It was inevitable, but I didn't want to stop myself from drinking.

After what felt likes ages, I finally finished the water bottle and sighed. Zion pulled out her phone to call an Uber, but Hawks cut in. "Let me take you back to your apartment. I had a beer, but I didn't finish it."

"Alright, thanks." Zion got up from the couch and grabbed my arm, putting it over her shoulders. The three of us walked out to a black jeep. I was tripping over my feet and the urge to throw up was rising.

"Zion, I'm gonna puke." I slurred.

Zion took me over to a bush near Hawks' jeep and let me get on my knees. She held my hair back and rubbed my back gently. I threw up into the bush. Tears were running down my face and I started to cry. I hated throwing up, it was such an uncomfortable feeling. Especially in front of people.

After about five minutes and constant "Do you feel like your done?", I felt better. I thanked Zion for being there for me. I still didn't want to talk, but I couldn't be silent after all she has done to help me. She helped me up as Hawks opened the door to the backseat. She buckled me in and rubbed my head gently.

"What am I going do with you?" Zion gave a small giggle before closing the door. She hopped into the passenger seat as Hawks did the same in the driver seat. I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I passed out.

The next morning, I had my head in the toilet, throwing up as my head was pounding. I regret drinking so much but I knew this wouldn't be the last time. I held my hair back and continued to throw up.

After about ten minutes, making sure I was done, I got up and flushed it down. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Zion place down two plates of food.

"I made breakfast, hopefully, you won't throw this up." She said, placing two Tylenol and a cup of orange juice in front of me.

"You're such a mom," I said jokingly.

"Y/N, you need to be careful drinking so much. You could get alcohol poisoning." She sat down in front of me and handed me a fork. I took the fork and started to eat. I moaned at how well the omelet was made.

"I swear I'm going to marry you."

"I guess I'll be a milf since I'm such a 'mom'."

The both of us started laughing, but I winced in pain from the headache. When I finished eating, I swallowed the Tylenol along with the rest of the orange juice. Zion took both of the plates and went into the kitchen to wash them.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Thank you for the food." I said, getting up from the table and leaving for my room. I grabbed a black t-shirt and denim shorts along with undergarments. I went into the bathroom that was off to the side of my room and turned on the shower.

I stripped down and threw my clothes in the hamper. I got in the shower and let the warm water run down my body. My head was down as I stood there. The relaxing feeling that took over as I showered made me take in a deep breath. If I could feel this relaxed and warm for the rest of my life, I would do anything.

After I finished my shower, I got dressed and sat on my bed. I grabbed my phone and saw I got a text message from an unknown number.

'Heyo!'