Imagine If....

He Only loved you When He was Drunk...

This next Imagine is based off the song 'I Only Love You When I'm Drunk' by Mika, which actually holds a special spot in my heart. My first piece of fan fiction that I was proud of was based off of this song (Morcia from Criminal Minds for the ones that were curious lol) So, without further ado, here it is! Enjoy! :)

You got home from the store, various plastic bags dangling from your arms. Rushing to the kitchen, you set them on the counter before you dropped the bags altogether. That was the LAST time you offered to get the party supplies!

Mark was throwing a giant 'Youtuber Party' as he called it. You didn't quite know why he decided to throw the party, you just woke up one morning next to him as he whispered. "Let's have a Youtuber party!" Let's be honest, it wasn't what you were hoping for him to say to you first thing in the morning.

At first, you protested the idea. You were never much for parties. You hated the drunk crowds that tended to form out of it, as well as the fact that you were always more of a wallflower than a party goer. Reading a book while secluding yourself appealed to you more than a party. The minute Mark had turned his puppy dog eyes on you, you knew that you wouldn't be able to say no.

Which is why you had gone out and gotten what Mark asked you to get; an array of different alcoholic beverages, chips, dip, and a shit ton of red solo cups. From what you knew, the guest list was decently long; Matthias, Bryan, and Joey from Team Edge were coming, so was Ken from CinnamonToastKen since he was in town, as well as Felix, his best friend Sean, and a few others.

You shuddered every time you thought of the guest list. That's what crippling social anxiety did to you. You were doing this for Mark, and you knew he was grateful for that. Let's just say Mark was going to owe you big time for this.

(Late that night)

The party was in full swing and you were actually having a good time for once, despite your crippling anxiety. You found yourself actually having a conversation with Joey from Team Edge, who despite the immature and childish man he may seem to be, he was actually a good guy. He told you some outlandish stories that had you cracking with laughter for hours on end.

Eventually, Joey left the party which left you on your own. You walked around, hearing various snippets of conversations, some of which disturbed you. You tried finding Mark many times, but you gave up trying after some time. There were just too many people to search through.

As you walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, you saw Sean stumbling around slightly, obviously drunk.

"Whatcha looking for there, Sean?" You asked, masking the laughter in your voice.

"I don't- I don't need nothing!" His words slurred together slightly as he wobbled on his feet to turn towards you.

"You alright there buddy?

"I'm ok Y/N, you're the best, you know? Mark's so lucky to have- caring, caring individual such as yourself." Sean began to walk towards you and that's when you noticed how wasted Sean actually was. His nose and cheeks were bright red, making the rest of the skin surrounding his face even paler. The stench of liquor wafted off of Sean, making your eyes water slightly.

"I think you've had enough alcohol for the night Sean-"

"No, I haven't, you don't know WHAT you're talking about! Us Irishmen can hold our liquor. YOU DON'T KNOW ME, YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM!"

"Yeah, sure you can. Come on, let's go." You put your arm behind Sean's shoulders, bracing himself against your shoulder to help him walk. As you began to guide him towards the guest bedroom, his weight continued to bare down on your shoulder. You never would have thought that Sean weighed this much, the guy looked like a fucking stick!