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urszn · 1 year

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❨ POPSTAR GF ❩ — park sunghoon

CHAP ll. “runaway popstar” written + smau

warnings: anxiety attack, cursing duh, if i missed anything pls let me know! (not proofread)

word count: 892

SUNGHOON wasn’t the type of guy to go out on a sunday night, he knew he wasn't going to be happy waking up early in the morning rushing to get to his lectures at six and then going straight to the ice rink to practice

but he still went with his friends even though he insisted he needed to finish his essay that wasn’t due until next week

heeseung had been working hard perfecting her album, and sunghoon felt bad saying no to his friend especially since it was heeseung and he knew that if he needed something he could count on heeseung to come to the rescue

jake was also spamming his phone begging him to go with them and he couldn’t decline.

“holy shit guys” jungwon says jumping up and down with excitement as we entered the vip section, i look around seeing people with their lightsticks, chatting to eachother with big smiles on their faces

heeseung glanced over at me and nudged my shoulder “thought you were busy” i rolled my eyes “thank you for inviting me hee”

“wait! we get to meet y/n right?!” sunoo asked, we all look over at heeseung as he shrugs his shoulders “who knows” was all he said with a slight smirk on his face

suddenly everyone seemed to be quiet, some people whispering to their friends while pointing over at the entrance where three people were standing at

“oh my god” jake squeezed my arm “i love hyunjin, wonyoung and jisung” “they’re coming over here, never thought i’d be this close to them” jake rambled on

i glanced over at them as they walked our way, they were all dressed up in designer clothes and seemed to be accompanied by another person

he seemed to be dressed…less extravagant than the others, yet he still looked better than whatever i was wearing, he had a black mask and hat covering his face, maybe he was a body guard or something like that?

as the venue filled up with many more people, i looked over at heeseung who was by my side

he was now talking to hyunjin

“when did he go over there,” i asked jungwon who was on my left side “he got called over there by hyunjin not that long ago, i think you zoned out” he continued “you were staring at them when heeseung went over there, i think you should quit staring, they might think you’re a little creepy” i slowly nod

a couple of minutes pass by and heeseung is still talking to them, “hoon, is that you’re phone ringing?” i look at my pocket seeing the contact name chaeyeon

holy… “shit i forgot to tell her that i cant hangout with her today”

“wait i need to answer her but it’s loud i’ll be back okay?” i tell the guys “she’s about to start though!” jake says “i’ll be back i just need to answer her real quick, i’ll be back i promise” “go quickly”

i quickly pass by people to the exit nearby and call chaeyeon back

“where are you?! it sounds loud” was all i could hear her say, i plug my other ear so i could hear her better, yet it was still loud “wait i’m trying to get somewhere quieter!”

“hoon?” she says “wait-“ suddenly my phone was on ground broken “watch where you’re-“ oh…

“i’m so sorry! i’ll pay for it!” the girl says leaning down to grab my now broken phone, her hands seemed to be shaking “it’s okay” i say panicky finally realizing who she was

she was meant to be on stage right now, performing, but she was here with me outside her own concert, crying

“are you okay?” was all i could ask — i know, i know what a stupid question to ask, but i didn’t know what else to say “hey aren’t you supposed to be on stage and not out here crying”

“yeah, yeah i’m so so sorry, really i’ll pay for it” she says looking down, her voice seemed normal but i could tell she was trying to hold back her tears “you don’t have too” i replied back

i scan over the area and my eyes land on a bench nearby, “hey how about we sit down, okay?” i say as she nodded

“do you need water or anything?” i asked “n-no” she said before finally breaking down into tears and all i could was comfort her

“it’s okay” i reassured her “i-i just saw someone and-“ she stops for a bit trying to catch her breath “i-i panicked!” “i..i don’t know why i’m crying”

she then “oh my god my manager will be so mad” “and my fan” “and friends” she panics, crying even harder now “hey it’s okay, they’ll understand” i say before hugging her

and that’s how we stayed for a bit

“how about you go home, i bet you that everyone will understand” i whisper quietly but loud enough for her to hear “you don’t understand, everyone is going to hate me!” she tells me

“c’mon, i’ll walk you there, and i’ll explain everything to them you don’t even have to talk, okay?” she slowly nods

i stand up reaching my hand out for her grab and she looks at my hand hesitantly before grabbing onto my hand.

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Unexpected

Part nine

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, p in v, fingering, Colin as a dominant, tying, spanking, cursing

Words: 3570

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Are dreams meant to be fulfilled? Of course, but can every dream come true? Colin has always had many thoughts in his head. He is generally a very overthinking guy. He often sits thoughtfully, looking blankly ahead. What is in his head?

He took a sip of coffee and opened his laptop and booted it up. He watched thoughtfully as it slowly booted up, as icons appeared on the screen. He rested his head on his hand and yawned. He clicked on the mail icon and began browsing through his emails.

- Spam, spam, spam, spam, email from Mare, spam, email from... oh what is it? - correcting himself in his chair, he looked out the windows of his office. He wanted to make sure no one uninvited looked in. Fortunately, no one was in the hallway.

He opened an email titled:

"What are your desires for your partner? Open yourself to what's new”

Again, he looked at the hallway and began to read the contents of the message.

"Have you ever dreamed of being more dominant in bed? To take total control over your partner? To control his every sensation?"

- More than once - he whispered, and grunted.

"Would you like to try it? Here are some tips on how to get started"

Colin read and read... like under the spell.

- Tying his wrists... - he raised an eyebrow and began to wonder if it was possible to tie a string to the headrest of his bed - interesting - he smiled under his breath.

He took a sip of coffee and looked out into the hallway again.

- Controlling the orgasm? - he grunted - oh dear God....

He became more and more engrossed in this reading... and did not hear that....

- Colin, I have here a list of billing records of our missing girls - Mare entered his office without knocking and threw the documents on his desk.

- Holy God, mother of God! - he jumped up frightened in his chair and quickly closed the laptop.

- I am not your God... These are just billings man! Whats wrong with you? - she looked at him - I'm very sorry, but what are you doing? Why did you close your computer so quickly? - Mare raised her eyebrows high - Talk about what you are doing! Do you have something to hide?

- I.... - Colin looked at her and didn't know what to answer - I was reading... yyyy... emails, I just focused too much on it. That's all - he scratched his head and took the documents in his hand - Thank you, I'll look at this tomorrow.

- Yes, it's already after 8pm. I'm going home. Have a nice evening Zabel - she left and closed the door behind her.

- Have a nice evening - he let out a loud breath.

He watched for a moment as Mare moved away down the hallway and slowly opened his laptop again. He returned to his reading.

- Cover his eyes... your partner feels more... fascinating - he scratched at his beard - why have I never tried this....

He turned off the computer and put it away in his briefcase. He got up from his desk and started to get dressed. All the time he was thinking about what he had just read. He knew he had such a desire, but even that did not reach him. He was always afraid of a negative reaction from his partner. Maybe this time it will work out. Marg is different. She wants more and is open to what is new.

Colin got into the car with the intention of driving home. He took his phone out of his pocket and called Marg. She picked up after the third beep.

- Dear, how nice of you to call. I was thinking about you - she purrs.

- We last saw each other less than 3h ago - he laughed.

- I know, but I love having you close to me.

- I have the same thing. What are your plans for the evening? - he asked looking into the police station as if he was afraid that someone might overhear him.

- None. I recently took a shower and thought to read a book while waiting for you. I have dinner ... to reheat - she laughed.

It made Colin feel warm around his heart. He loved her laughter.

- Is it possible for you to come to my place today? I have some work to do and I don't want to take all the documents to you. What do you think? In half an hour at my place? Of course, take our dinner with you to reheat - he also laughed.

- Oh well, that means I have to get dressed. I wanted to surprise you... another time - she sighed theatrically.

- Honey, I'm sorry I spoiled your surprise. I will make it up to you, I promise.

- Okay, I'll be at your place in half an hour. See you later - she hung up.

He breathed deeply and started the car. He set off on his way home.

He entered the house and took a quick shower. He looked into the bedroom and looked at his bed and smiled. His head was running wild with naughty thoughts. He took a tie out of a drawer and tied it to the headrest of the bed. He hid it under the pillow. He took out the other tie and hid it in the nightstand. He brought the candles and placed them in several places in the bedroom. He looked at his creation. It made him feel hot. He was already about to leave the room....

- Lubricant... it can be useful - he went to the bathroom, took it out of the cabinet and put it in the same drawer as the tie earlier.

He heard the doorbell ring. He ran downstairs to open it.

- Hello dearest - he smiled at the sight of her from ear to ear - I missed you - he grabbed her hand, hugged her tightly and kissed her. It was a deep and hungry kiss.

- Colin, are you all right? - Marg laughed - you are in a good mood.

In fact, he was not in a good mood. Outwardly he was smiling, but inside he was panicking. He thought about his naughty intentions towards Marg.

- I finally see you, that's why I'm in a good mood. Mare at the end of work brought me even more work. I was not happy. But now, when I see you....

He kissed her again. He grabbed her buttocks and squeezed. He couldn't pull away from her. Marg moaned into his mouth. She broke the kiss.

- Calm down. Let me take off my coat - she slipped out of his embrace and with a laugh began to undress.

Under her coat she wore a short black dress with a large neckline. Her lacy black bra was slightly visible. Colin looked at her with delight and was already imagining her on his bed.

- Colin, hello, wake up - she waved her hand in front of his eyes - I like this dress so much too. Shall we go reheat our dinner?

- This is not what I'm hungry for - he walked up to her and took the box from her hands. He put it down on the table.

- Excuse me? How do you know what I made for dinner? I made pasta with chicken and vegetables... I thought it would be perfect for tonight... but if not - she looked at him sadly.

- I'm hungry for you. I feel like trying something else - he walked up to her, grabbed her hand and stroked her cheek with his other hand.

- Something new? - she whispered closing her eyes, surrendering to his touch.

- I want you to surrender to me tonight and let me do whatever I want with you.

- Colin... - she looked at him in surprise - I don't recognize you. What happened?

- I have been secretly dreaming about this for a long time. I want to do it with you - he pulled her to him and looked deeply into her eyes.

- Okay... - she whispered and kissed him.

Colin, without breaking the kiss, took her in his arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He placed her carefully on the floor and turned her back to him. He moved her hair aside, kissed the nape of her neck and slowly unzipped the zipper of her dress. He gently ran his fingers down her spine and murmured. He slipped the dress off her and put it on the chair. He turned Marg toward him again and kissed her. Without breaking the kiss, he began to lead her toward the bed. She sat on its edge and moved toward the headrest. They did not break their kiss. Their breaths became heavier and heavier. Colin moved over her shoulders and pulled the tie from under the pillow. He broke the kiss and leaned over Marg.

- What do you want to do? - she asked. Her breath hitched.

- I want to tie you up - he licked his lips and grabbed both of her wrists, linking them together.

- What for? - she parted her lips and looked at what he was doing.

- To have control over you. I want to give you a lot of pleasure - he tied her wrists to the other end of the tie. He pulled the knot to see if it was strong enough - Now you won't escape me.

- I don't intend to. I'm not going anywhere. I surrender to you one hundred percent - she laughed.

- I hope. If you are naughty there will be a punishment - he said with a serious face and got up from the bed. He looked at the magnificent sight.

- Punishment, I don't recognize you. What happened to you? - she looked at him with a little terrified.

- Stop. Now don't say anything anymore. Now you are mine and I ask you to listen to me. Otherwise it will be like this... - he leaned over her, tilted her to the side and gave her a firm spanking.

He heard a scream. Marg curled her legs and tried to break free from her bonds. She couldn't make it, she was too tightly tied.

- Colin! I beg you! Don't behave like that! I beg you to be gentle!

- I promise I will. Now lie still and let me give you pleasure. Today only you will have an orgasm... - he stroked her belly - I will another time - he turned his back to her to take off his shirt.

- Why? - Marg tried to sit up.

She looked at what Colin was doing, but he was turned away. Suddenly he moved away and she saw that he was lighting candles. She smiled. He turned off the light in the bedroom. Candlelight flickered in the room. A romantic mood.

He approached her again, wearing only boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed to her right and began stroking her leg, starting from the foot, moving upward. Marg felt a gentle tickle. His touch was gentle. It was a big change. She had felt pain before. Which, however, was an unfamiliar feeling for her. She was curious what plans her beloved had.

He moved his hand toward her thighs. Her skin was covered with goosebumps. Not by the cold, but by excitement and curiosity. He stroked her paradise through her black lace panties. They were already slightly damp. He looked into her eyes. He moved his hand lower to encompass her whole. He closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly. When he opened them again they were blacker than before. He leaned over and inhaled her sweet scent, murmured.

- Colin - sighed Marg - don't tease me - her back arched. She longed to touch him.

He did not answer anything. He grabbed her panties with both hands and ripped them in one stroke. Marg screamed in surprise. The material scraped her skin. Colin touched the reddened area, then leaned over and kissed it. Still saying nothing, he climbed onto the bed and parted Marg's legs. He looked into her eyes and gently stroked her pink lips with his fingers. They were hot and wet. He moved them up and down, spreading her sweet nectar. His pressure increased with each movement. He was teasing her. He did not insert a finger, not even one. He only massaged her. Her legs began to twitch. It was too much for her.

- Oh my goodness! Colin! Finally put those fingers inside! - she jerked around trying to get what she wanted.

- Why are you being naughty? - he stopped touching her and only stared at her - do you feel like being punished? - he raised his eyebrow.

- Why did you stop? - she whispered trying to touch him - Colin I beg you! Touch me!

- You are naughty. And what should I do with you now? - touched his lips and licked one of his fingers - Maybe some kind of punishment? Hmm...

He unexpectedly turned Marg on her stomach. She squealed in surprise. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Now her bottom was raised. Her pussy glistened and encouraged Colin to continue playing. But he did not touch her there. He lifted his hand and spanked her. Once again, he heard a scream.

- I find that I enjoy your screams. It turns me on a lot - he rubbed his bulge in his boxers against her buttocks.

Marg drew in air loudly and tried to rub against him again.

- I want to have you inside me. Fuck me Colin!

Colin's hand again left a red mark on her buttock. He leaned over and kissed the spot. This time Marg did not cry out. She closed her eyes and remained silent.

- Now I didn't like it - without warning he slipped two fingers into her hot insides - Marg it's amazing how spanking works on you. You've never been so wet before. After our fun, we'll have to change the sheets - he growled excitedly.

- Oh Colin, deeper, more! I want more! - her whole body quivered, and as the walls began to tighten on his fingers.

- You're naughty again - he pulled out his fingers - don't tell me what to do, or you'll get spanked again.

- Colin why are you torturing me like this? - she felt tears coming to her eyes. She did not know why. She felt incredible pleasure, but every now and then it was taken away from her.

Colin was silent, he heard her voice breaking. She was crying. He didn't know what to say. This was not how he had planned it. He sighed.

- Are you crying? Do I hear you crying? Did I do something wrong? - He turned her on her back and looked into her eyes.

Her face was wet with tears. Her mascara had melted away.

- I look terrible I know. I'm pathetic - she laughed.

Colin raised an eyebrow in surprise. He thought he had hurt her.

- You really are naughty - he reached into a drawer and pulled out a tie.

- What do you want to do with it? - her eyes got bigger.

- You'll see, or rather, you'll feel - he lifted her head and tied the tie in the back, covering her eyes.

- Are you kidding? - Marg began to move her legs. Unwittingly she kicked Colin in the crotch.

- Oh Marg, what the hell! - grabbed his dick and bent in half in pain - It fucking hurts!

Finally, he straightened up and turned Marg onto her stomach again. He parted her legs and slid two fingers into her again. He moved them quickly and deeply. With his other hand, he administered another hard spanking to her. The sound of the impact spread through the bedroom. Marg moaned loudly, feeling that she couldn't take it anymore. Her body was no longer listening to her. Her legs trembled and she felt that she was about to fall on her stomach. Colin held her bottom up firmly. He pushed her rhythmically and curled his fingers deep inside. Marg began to scream. The sensation was unimaginably strong. She felt her sweet juices running down her thighs and dropping on the bed sheets.

- Oh my god! - the only thing she was able to say. Her voice trailed off. She couldn't catch her breath. She collapsed on the bed.

Coli suddenly took his fingers out of her and got up from the bed. He took off his boxers.

- Colin where are you? These are torture for fuck's sake! - she groaned into the pillow - I was so fucking close! You will pay for this! - she shouted loudly.

- I'm already paying!

Again he lifted her bottom up and entered her deeply. Her walls tightened on his cock. Her back arched. She tilted her head up and parted her lips. Her hair fell down her back. Colin grabbed it in a handful and held it tightly. He pushed her hard and deep. With each thrust they moaned louder and louder.

- Colin! Colin! God! - Marg's body began to tremble with pleasure again.

- Come on! Come on! - Colin was already on the verge of exhaustion.

The only sounds she could make were screams. She clamped down hard on his dick and came loudly and wetly.

Colin kept pushing her for a while longer. Toward the end, he came out of her and comes onto her back and buttocks. His cum dripped onto the bed sheets.

- Oh fuck! Marg! Oh my fuck! - he turned her on her back.

- I'm all over your cum, why did you turn me around? - she could barely speak. Her voice was breaking off.

- Don't worry about anything and so everything is for washing. You did it again - he laughed.

- What did I do? - she lifted her head looking at him with astonishment.

- The same as in the cabin in the woods.

- Which is what?

- Pee! On me, on the sheets. Everything to wash - laughing he reached into the headrest of the bed and untied Marg's wrists.

- Oh God what a shame! - she covered her face with her hands.

- I already told you that this is a wonderful reward for me. I can't get a better one - he kissed her on the lips. Firmly and deeply. They both purred.

He helped her sit down and hugged her tightly.

- I am proud of you. You made it through. I'm sorry if I did something wrong - he pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. He stroked her cheek - Was I too brutal?

- Actually, where did you get such an idea from? You do not behave like that! I was terrified at first! - She slapped him on the chest.

- I received an email, more like spam... an ad for an erotic toy store. It was an email encouraging people to buy... I think so - he scratched his head confused.

Marg looked at him in silence for a while and her smile got bigger and bigger, until finally she laughed out loud and fell on her back, writhing with laughter.

- What’s wrong with you? I once had such a dream, a desire... when I started reading the contents of this email... that desire came back to me again... I made notes on how it should look like... - he patted her thigh - Stop laughing! - he also started laughing.

- You took notes! - Marg could no longer catch her breath she was laughing so hard.

- I'm not talking to you. You're laughing at me - he got up from the bed pretending to be offended - I'm going to take a shower, and you lie here - he went to the bathroom.

- No, no, wait. Sorry! I'm coming with you! - she jumped off the bed and ran after him.

Colin was already in the shower and stood under the warm stream of water with his eyes closed. Marg joined him and hugged him.

- I'm sorry that I laughed at you - she kissed his neck - I must admit that I have never experienced anything like this before. Such sweet torture.

- Did you enjoy it? - he replied without opening his eyes.

- Yes, very much. We can do it again sometime. Or how about I torture you a little? - she bit his nipple.

- Oh, that hurt! - he moved away from her while massaging the sore spot.

- And I liked it - she laughed and hugged and kissed him again.

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Part eight

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cilginkasar31 · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM

Users: Ynfan, Ynfanq1 , Evanfn1 , Evanfanq, ahsfn , Username

Y/n: My Sweet Darling...

*see comments*

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Ahsfn: Both very lucky

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Usernama:Evan doesn't have an ig account?

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Username: Why?

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Username: Ok thanks..

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Users: Ynfan, Ynfanq1 , Evanfn1 , Evanfanq, ahsfn , Username

(Warnings: Perversions)

Y/n: We could be in the magazines😻🤟

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Y/N: Make-up

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(Warnings:Disgusting understanding)

Y/nsStark: Did you buy the magazine? great 😻

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Ynfan:Y/N RESPONSE TO MY COMMENT OMG

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Ynfan: Most of us are like that.

But I'm in love with Y/n..

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Ynfanq: I am too

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robinisademon · 1 year

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(based on "Fruit" by Mucha, 1897)

85 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

okay okay this is still a Sketch so dont scream at me i know the face is like a smiley and the arms are different lengths but shhhhhh. the vision is coming together

EDIT this now has a finished version

138 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

Just gonna drop this here...

it's a silly little powerpoint with some outfit images on the slides, sorted by date. not complete, dont come for my throat. working on it though!

Edit 23/09: Completed all shows up to today. Would love feedback on any potential mistakes.

Edit 24/09: it's temporarily down bc onedrive is a bitch. hopefully will be fixed soon! more info on this in the comments of this post.

Edit 25/09: Microsoft. is a fucking. twat. Theyve blocked my account, probably because my powerpoint is seen as spam. Apparently on of their spam policies is "Don’t send content to people you don’t know or to many people at the same time" which is dumb because why do we have a fucking share function then? YeAh pLs sHaRe iT bUT LikE dOnt sHare it ToO mUCh. Bastards. cant have anything fun.

Anyway. I cant get my account back (well, i could but i dont want to give them my phone number), which means its time for the next plan:

Ill replace the link to the powerpoint with a link to a google drive, and I'll upload new versions of the powerpoint on there. Sadly all previous reblogs will keep the wrong link so i really hope they will see this message. Ill also put it in the comment section to make that a little more likely. I might also make a brand new post, additionally to this one.

Sorry for all the inconveniences and i hope we can share a little joy in a new way. fingers crossed.

317 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Alright. I'm just gonna quit painting and post this before I go insane. You can scream at me now.

References:

Background design and colours heavily based on "La Dame aux camélias", Mucha (1896).

Flowers in the background are lily (yellow), honeysuckle (really badly drawn), and thyme (didnt even bother to draw the shape right).

Pose based on "Médéé", Mucha (1898), especially the arms hands and knife situation.

Character is from Our Flag Means Death (2022). Obviously.

1,172 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

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Dial Tones II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warnings: Alcohol use. Some bad self image. All characters have been made 18+ and for this, I imagined them in college and living on their own.

Requested: Yes!

“Omg I would love it if you wrote for the obx cast! You are such a talented writer! And you are definitely not annoying anyone with the spamming. You are filling the void during this quarantine ❤️ could I also request a songfic for JJ x reader based off 3 AM by Halsey?”

A/N: I love Halsey, and these songfics are giving me life. Ugh, I love writing based off songs sm. Also, anon, you are an angel! <3

This is really sad, like super sad I was like shit, girl you need help when writing, and the reader has kinda a lot of issues, but I was going off the lyrics.

Song lyrics look like this

Darling, I just left the bar And I've misplaced all my credit cards My self preservation and all of my reservations Are sitting and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me

You stumble, blinded by the alcohol surging in your veins. Your hands dart out, catching your fall as you lean against the brick wall of the bar. The rough building material scratches at your hands. You take a deep breath, smiling like a fool due the one thing and one thing only. The heavy intake of sharp alcohol. Tomorrow you’d be in a world of hurt, but your brain was too muddled and everything seemed too light for you to worry about it.

At the back of your mind hung the memories and words you tried to push away so desperately. The words that made you tip the shot back a little farther. There was nothing in particular, but every relationship, every emotion hinged onto them were enough to make you want to pass out drunk.

A sob rises in your throat, but you swallow it down, your vision going blurry. The shapes of cars speeding past and the silhouettes of people blur, the edges bleeding like water to ink.

The pads of your fingers scrape against the brick, making them go raw as you stumble along the wall, fighting the sobs and the storm of feelings catching up to you. This was the exact thing you tried to hold back, but the laughs turned into cries so easily it was hard to tell which one was which.

Think I took it way too far And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

You fumbled for the keys to your car, tears burning at the back of your eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wince as the car’s light flashes and cut into the fog of your brain, searing through your thoughts. You took it too far this time. Drunk too much, drowned your storm of thoughts and feelings in the deeper pit. You had fallen off the edge too many times and here you were, fumbling to get the car door open just to sit in it and cry.

Of course you took it too far. Isn’t that what you always did?

My insecurities are hurting me Someone, please come and flirt with me I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine

You glared, eyebrows slanting over your eyes. Nasty thoughts relating to your body or personality attacked, burning your skin as they hit. They were like mosquitoes, nasty and just there to feed. And of course, you could only stop a few until you gave up, waking up the next morning with the aftermath marring your skin.

The mirror stared back at you, your twin glittering in the light. The girl was glaring back, equally mad about the way you looked. About the way your hips curved in the dress, and the way your stomach popped out, dress doing nothing to smooth over it.

You closed your eyes, feet curling into the carpet as you twisted around, refusing to continue searching for imperfections. You just needed to get to the club, see your friends and find a half drunk man to flirt with to forget the girl in the mirror.

I do it every time I keep on hanging on the line Ignoring every warning sign Come on and make me feel alright again

“No, don’t do it,” Kiara shook her head, watching you with saddened eyes as your phone was clutched in your hand. His familiar name and face was waiting to be summoned as your finger hovered over the call button.

Your jaw flickered as you debated. The few shots in your system said hell yes, the broken part of yourself asked to hear his words in a small voice as the sober you screamed not to. It wasn’t smart, that was sure, but you couldn't help the need to hear the gruffness of his voice when he woke up, or the softness of his voice when he was tired, or the smirk in his words as he eyed you. You felt the need to hear his voice and picture him as he talked to you, only for him to hang up too soon and a hollow feeling pooling in the cavity of your chest.

You didn’t even process it as your finger pressed on the screen and the call was dialing, waiting on the edge of your seat to see if he’d even pick up.

You ignored Kiara’s cry of protest and Sarah’s huff of pity. You didn’t want to see the look on their faces as he hung up and left you worse than before. You didn’t want to feel the way Sarah slid her arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. You didn’t want to hear the soft words from Kie’s mouth, telling you to move on and find another one. Because if you found someone else, they’d just do what every other man did. Love and leave. Love and leave. It was a vicious circle, but it was easier to fall back into the routine of drunk calling him instead of having your hope rise as you found another. So you ignored the warning signs.

You snapped back as the dial tone rang into your ear, stark and buzzing. He let it run through.

'Cause it's 3am And I'm calling everybody that I know And here we go again While I'm running through the numbers in my phone

You were seated in your bed, hair messy and clothes in disarray from the constant tossing and turning as your brain wouldn’t turn off. So you restored into what you always did. Call. Phone in front of you, screen glaring its ugly light to illuminate your face. Hands shaking as they reached for the next number. Which you paid attention to. You’d always call, still in your thoughts or exhausted when you ran through the list of numbers. But you were always alert when your finger passed over his number.

Your eyes stared so hard at the ten digits they swum across the screen. You blinked, eyelashes brushing against your pale cheeks. Your fingers reached for the call button, hands trembling like they always did this late.

The pad of your finger touched the number. Your room swelled with the ring of the dial tone, and you held your breath. Hoping.

I need it digital 'Cause, baby, when it's physical I end up alone, end up alone

“Hello?” His voice broke through the calm of your room, making your eyes dart to the screen. He had picked up.

“Hi,” Your voice rose and broke, the quiver of your hands seeping into your voice.

“Y/N.”

His voice sounded tired and disappointed. He wasn’t happy to see you calling- not like the way your heart rose when it showed he picked up. Your face fell, heart crashing into your stomach, the remainder of your barely intact heart falling to pieces, joining the graveyard of the others. You swallowed, emotions bubbling in you so fast it made you dizzy.

“I’m sorry,” You words were whispered, barely carrying through the phone meeting his ear. “I’m so sorry.”

By now you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for. Forcing him away? Calling him repeatedly? When you were drunk? When you were plagued with your own mind? For begin so easy to break? For giving him a broken heart? For not being able to love yourself no matter what anyone thought? For letting your thoughts kill you slowly? For scaring him off? No matter what it was, you were sorry.

“Stop.” He begged, and your glassy eyes snapped to the phone. Your trembling hands clenched the sheets. “Please stop. Don’t do this again.”

Another ‘sorry’ escaped your lips.

“Stop crying, Y/N. Pick yourself up. Move on. Take care of yourself and get help.” The familiar soothe of his words easing your mind and heart. Your thoughts dropped, recoiling away into the corners of your mind. Your lips parted but no words came spilling.

“You need to help yourself. You have to stop throwing yourself into relationships when you’re so broken. Y/N, please.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took in his words, letting them soak into your skin, soothing the burns of your destructive thoughts, holding up the broken parts of your heart and making you warm. The power of his voice was enough to allow you to sleep. But his voice faded and he hung up. The call ended, leaving you laying on your back, blankets surrounding you in a halo, eyes staring at your ceiling blankly. Breathes pulling and exiting your chest, making a soft hum in the dead quiet of your darkened room.

Loving someone in the real light. Physically, mentally- that was hard. Digitally was easier, allowing you to have some distance. Phone calls and texts allowed you to not throw your shit on them. No matter what you did. No matter the calls or the hugs- you always ended up in your room, breathing shallow and wall the only thing entertaining. You always ended up alone.

Every night I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my white-blue jeans I know it's complicated 'cause everyone that I've dated Says they hate it 'cause they don't know what to do with me, do with me

Nights were the best and worst. Early nights, where you danced your feet sore, sang your throat raw and drank your brain fuzzy. But late nights were the opposite. Staring the ceiling until your eyes unfocused, listening to the stuffy silence, the dial tone ringing in your ears along with the countless calls not taken.

But tonight was a good night. Kie and Sarah were with you, laughter and fun in higher doses than the alcohol. You three were crammed into the dance floor, the music so loud it was practically pulsing through the floor, making the vibrations shiver in your bones.

The lights of the club were alive and bright, the colors flashing and moving to the beat of the music, casting shadows and lights across your skin. Red and blue and then purple danced across your body, chased by the slashes of orange and the dots of yellow.

You loved living like this, the beat of the music in your bones, the colors of the lights flashing across your skin in wild patterns. When you danced with your best friends, laughter loud and smiles true bright.

But you usually weren’t like this. You liked the calm of the take out sitting on your balcony and staring at the city. You were complicated and what you liked changed all the time. You would want to stay out all night for a second, and the next you’d want to curl up in bed and watch movies. Your mind flipped and switched constantly, confusing the boys in your life. You were complicated. And they hated it. Hated the way you changed your mind and were so broken. And they made sure you knew it. They didn’t know what to do with your changing mind and dark thoughts and broken heart. So they did what the last one did. Left.

I need it digital 'Cause baby when it's physical I end up alone

You smiled softly, your tears drying and the edges of your mouth tilting up. You sniffle and listen to the video over, hands easing in their constant shaking. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of his laugh and the crinkle of his eyes as he grinned. You opened your eyes again, watching the clip with a bittersweet taste on your tongue.

The camera flipped and dropped as his arms encircled your waist, pulling you into his lap as you giggled.

“JJ!” Your voice was high and bursting with joy. His face was lost into the crook of your neck, and when he looked up, his eyes found the camera.

Your breath shortened at the light hitting his eyes and lighting up the cerulean color. His eyes were beautiful.

The boy reached forward, “Are you taping me, baby?” You giggled and tried to wiggle out of his grip.

You jumped up, and the boy pouted. “Where you goin’, pretty girl?”

“I have your gift!” You grinned, and the camera showed off JJ, his hair somewhat tamed and his lips tugging into a grin.

The camera flashed as you quickly got the small, gray box. You shoved the small gift into his hands and urged him to open it.

“Open it, J!” You urged, the camera still focused on him and his anticipated reaction. You held your breath as his quick hands worked on the ribbon. It came undone, falling to the floor as the boy eased the box open.

In it lay a shark tooth necklace, carefully coiled. JJ’s grin widens, splitting across his face and you clap your hands, the camera shaking.

“Do you like it?” You ask as his fingers undo the tight coil and play with the beads. His eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Of course. I love it.” He grins and loops the necklace around his neck.

You close your eyes as the video continues, loud laughter and admiration from the blue eyed boy playing loudly. You soak in the loud laughter of a happier time. You wonder briefly if he still wears the necklace, or if he even still has it. You’d given it to him after he admitted how ‘badass a shark tooth would look’ around his neck.

You open your eyes, a small tear trickling from your eye and making a small river down the plain of your cheek. Your eyes find the video, where it stops on JJ’s face, grin wide and teeth flashing, eyes lit by the sunlight and a new necklace worn proudly around his throat.

You stare at it, marveling over that time.

He really was everything.

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