Depechemodeimagine Stories

You're at a new years party, for some reason, and at the critical moment you've misplaced your Alan! What will become of your long-awaited new year's kiss?

My first full blown Alan Wilder imagine to be published! Please enjoy the soft, domestic stripping (:

You have fallen into despair, and Alan knows just how to kiss it better. [Is this angst??? I'm just sad] EDIT: so I've decided this is where I'm going to put my previously unpublishable works that are made to comfort me: depression, mentions of parental abuse, just overall pain beyond this point