MINI IMAGINE → After seeing you at your lowest point, Dan starts to feel a little sad for you. While you're in a complete mess, sitting on the white ceramic of the bathtub's side, Dan tends to your battle wounds. He tells you a series of things to ease your mind, "everyone is a loser, everyone is a winner." He whispers.
"We're saints, we're sinners..." he gently rubs your arm with the dry Egyptian cotton towel, not really caring about the blood stains on it.
"We're our own heroes, we're our own villains..." In silence Dan leans backwards for a second before unscrewing a cap of ointment for your sensitive skin.
"We're the cause, we're the cure..." he dips his finger tip into the cream before carefully taking your arm and putting it on slowly. At first the cream stings, but when he massages into it...it feels good. The white cream and the red blood make a pretty pink colour, just like your dyed hair.
"A poet, a solider...that's who we are Y/N." Dan glances up for a second before reassuringly smiling, although in your zombie state you don't do or say anything.
"Don't be ashamed for what's happened, or what's going to happen. Never try to change yourself...because I happen to like who you are."
Ever since that grim day—Dan's motivation has stuck with you ever since!
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Dan Smith Imagines
FanfictionStuff that you'll find in this book: → Mini imagines → Short imagines → Long imagines → One-shots → Requests → Short stories
