⭑ ，𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 ✓ ₊ ⊹

did you mean it?

PUNZ

"Y/N? Are you leaving?"

🍸 ˖⋆࿐ ໋₊ ˖ ۪۪݁ ଘ ‧₊ ⋆ . ⋆

A/N: I took a completely different approach
for this imagine, and I'm honestly kinda in
love with it, so I hope you all are too :))

they / she pronouns
cw . Mentions of alcohol and being intoxicated
third person pov

Punz stumbled into the room, his mind spinning with neon lights, loud music and the potent smell of alcohol and regret. the atmosphere didn't seem to phase him, his senses visibly overloaded as he gaped slightly, curious eyes chasing sweaty dancing bodies. He pushed his hair back from its place on his glistening forehead with numb fingertips, back pressed against a wall in the unfamiliar living room of some acquainted youtuber, a sigh leaving his chapped alcohol infected lips

He hadn't noticed the presence watching him from across the room, brows furrowed in concern at the intoxicated man. They tapped their foot against the cheap wood floor, anxiously waiting for the chance to sneak past their intoxicated friends and out the back door, the thought of fresh air felt almost like a luxury after breathing in the stench of youth and cheap booze. They watched the room spin, taking note of their friends wearabouts; George passed out next to dream on the couch, Wilbur presenting his party tricks to the stoners, Sapnap giggling with a group of people on a sofa adjacent to the rest, it all seemed so tiring.

With a heavy sigh, they found themselves pushing off of their seat and into the crowded room, head low to avoid any drunk accidents or the putrid smell of illegal substances getting any closer than they already were. Y/N felt themselves drawn back to the boy on the wall, his head now leaned towards the floor, which to them was enough of a sign that he needed the fresh air just as much as her. Pushing through a few more people, Y/N finally was face to face with the boy for the first time in years, reaching a hand out to lift his chin so they could take a look at his flushed face and almost visibly wincing when the smell of alcohol pushed past his lips

"Y/N?"
Surprised that he could even see through his low eyelids, they took this as a chance to grab his arm and drag him towards the back door and out of the overwhelming atmosphere. It was like the moment after a wave hits the rocks, the calm peaceful sound of crickets and wind pushing past nearby trees allowed their minds to settle, and Punz could finally begin to feel himself come to, the alcohol slowly sizzling from his system

"Are you alright?"
The boy hadn't noticed how he had been staring, his vision was blurred and his intoxicated mind could barely comprehend the feeling of the warm summer breeze, but he could never forget their face, no amount of alcohol could make him forget his first love