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lailyn · 1 year

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All The Plans We Didn't Make, Chapter 2

The next evening, Loki found himself wandering the streets of New Asgard, and before long, he was walking into the common dining hall, drawn by the sounds of a familiar laugh.

Most of the dinner crowd had dispersed but as expected, Thor was still seated at the high table, without doubt sharing stories of Old Asgard and reminiscing about the good old golden days.

Seeing Loki approach, the crowd around the king scattered. It was a silent intolerance that he had endured for centuries, one that had endured Ragnarok. Tonight, it was a blessing.

Thor looked him up and down.

"You look terrible," said Thor critically.

"And a very good evening to you too, brother."

"Your mood has not improved." Thor dipped his head, to ask his question in a conspiratorial whisper. "Did your plans with Sergeant Barnes not go as well as planned?"

"Why are you whispering?"

"It's what people do when they wish to partake in a private conversation, or share something sensitive."

"I have nothing I wish to share," Loki muttered. "Least of all with you."

"Oh, but I think you do. I have never known you to appear at supper unannounced. They've run out of ham, but here, have some of my smok'd herring - "

"No, thank you," Loki said, recoiling in disgust. "I am more than capable of feeding myself."

Thor poured his brother a drink and slid it across the table. "Come. Unburden yourself. I will lend you my ear. My shoulder too, but it's a bit achy from sword practice."

Loki's reflection stared back at him from the murky black ale, morose and dour.

How did it come to this? That Loki should find himself in such a predicament with no one alive to confide in but his brother?

Thor should know, a voice said.

Loki had spent the most of yesterday tossing and turning in his bed, thinking of how best to break the news to the only family he had left.

Thor is King. Thor must know.

"I have some news," Loki said hesitantly. "I am just not sure how I feel about it."

'I think I'm with child', the long hours of overthinking intended him to say.

What came out instead was much more verbose. "I have been invited to Sam Wilson's seafood boil, and I would like for you to come with me."

"Allow me two questions. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Thor asked. "You've kept the good sergeant from me for more than a year now with nary an introduction, and now I am being invited to a…what is a seafood boil anyway?"

"That's three questions you just asked me," Loki said, mentally kicking himself for passing on the chance for a delightful pregnancy announcement, but congratulating himself at the same time for missing it. "And I kept no one from you. I am nobody's keeper."

Thor tsk-tsked. "Three questions and you managed to answer none."

Loki rolled his eyes.

"A seafood boil is when Midgardians get together and gorge themselves on boiled seafood because they don't know how else to prepare it. Alcohol is usually an afterthought," he muttered, "It used to annoy Njǫrd so much."

"Ah, yes, I remember now," Thor said with a nostalgic smile. "Trust Njǫrd to be discerning with how the bounties of the seas are to be enjoyed. I personally think sea creatures are to be admired, rather than consumed."

Loki hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Clearly Thor did not consider his smoked herring as seafood, seeing how he was scoffing it with relish.

"I'm not great with people," Loki finally admitted with reluctance.

"What are you talking about? I've seen you at parties," Thor mumbled through a mouthful of fish, "Two drinks in and you're singing and dancing on the table."

"It won't just be the two of us. There is Sam Wilson, and his sister, and I suspect, her children as well. Apparently, she's the brain behind the Wilson family's seafood business."

"How very entrepreneurial of the Captain and his family. It can be difficult to make a living these days, even for superheroes like us," Thor said.

"Poor you," Loki said with absolute zero sympathy.

"You look troubled," Thor observed. "Did something happen between the two of you? Lady Jane and I used to have disagreements from time to time, very loud ones too on occasions. It is nothing to be ashamed of. It is all part of a normal, healthy relationship."

Was theirs either of those things? Loki wondered. It certainly was not normal in the traditional sense, through no fault of his nor Bucky's. One was born a Jotun, the other a human whose altered life span may just rival Loki's own.

And Loki did not have the first inkling as to what a healthy relationship should look like. They were both still alive from not having killed each other, so…that should count for something, yet?

"No, no," Loki said. "We're…quite healthy, thank you very much."

"Good, good," Thor said. "I am glad to hear it."

Loki cleared his throat. "So will you not come? You can finally and properly be introduced to James, if that is your wish."

Thor's grin widened. "It is every older brother's wish to chaperone their only sibling on a date. When and where is this party?"

"It's in Louisiana, and they are expecting us at…" Loki calculated the time difference in his head, "Now, actually."

"What?" Thor sputtered. "Now?"

"You've had supper," Loki grinned. "How about some lunch?"

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If New York City was cloudy on the day he left Bucky's apartment, the sun sought vengeance over Delacroix that day, and Loki regretted not having dressed in something other than his black suit.

In contrast, Thor looked effortlessly bohemian as always in his baggy khaki pants and paisley shirt.

Catching sight of Captain America at the dock post, Thor exclaimed, "You did not tell me we were going on a boat!" and hurried down the pier with such enthusiasm Loki felt like throttling him with his tie.

"Welcome aboard Paul & Darlene," Sam said proudly. "The jewel of the Wilson family. It's not new, but it's got zero shake, instant throttle response and the highest horsepower to weight ratio in all of the bay."

"It is a beauty," Thor said sincerely, admiring the newly painted boat. "I have commandeered a vessel or two in the past, and I have to say, when the wind is blowing in your hair and the goats bray in symphony while you watch the space dolphins mate in the sky, it is a feeling like no other."

"Brother," Loki admonished, "Here on Midgard, we don't outshine the host."

Sam laughed. "Now I get why they say you're the life of the party."

"Did you hear that, Brother?" Thor clapped Loki on the back. "I'm the life of the party."

Loki only gave a derisive snort.

"Come on up, guys. Bucky's already inside, setting the table." Sam turned, and was about to lead his guests up the plank when he stopped. "Aaand now he's not."

"Hey." Bucky did a double take at the sight of Thor. "Your Majesty. I wasn't expecting you."

"Oh, look who's here, Loki!" Thor said, feigning surprise that convinced absolutely nobody. "It's Sergeant Barnes!"

"I'm a civilian now," Bucky said, shaking his head. "I'm just Bucky."

"Just Thor, then," Thor smiled, and grabbed Bucky's hand to shake it. "And it's very nice to finally make your acquaintance."

"You two act like you've never saved the world together before," Sam teased. "People might think we made the whole story up."

"Yeah, we've met, once or twice," Bucky said.

"Not in this capacity, we haven't," Thor said mischievously. "I'm Loki's plus one, because he's terrified of children and I was told there were going to be some."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Oh, the kids aren't actually here, my sister's taken them out to take care of something."

Bucky's sharp eye caught the sudden blanching of Loki's face. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah," Loki mumbled. "It's just a bit hot out here."

"What are we standing around like a bunch of idiots for? Come on up, let's get out of this heat!" Sam shooed them up. "Jeez."

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"The first time I met him, I made fun of his suit," Sam said. "I mean, dude looked like a cat! The only thing missing was a tail."

Thor guffawed. "And what did he say to that?"

"He was very cool about it." Sam's smile turned wistful. "Launched into a speech about how the Black Panther was a mantle passed down from generation to generation."

"I envy him," Thor admitted, fiddling with his empty beer can as his gaze took on a thousand-yard stare. "He has left a legacy that will keep on protecting his beloved Wakanda, even after he's gone."

"You're not so bad yourself. New Asgard is thriving, from what I hear."

"Yes, but I do worry sometimes," Thor confessed. "One day you're here, gone the next. Man or God."

"As long as you have family, you're never truly gone. You live on in them," Sam asked. "You…don't have children? A prince or princess you've kept hidden somewhere?"

"Is this place bugged?" Thor made a show of looking around the small dining space, before breaking into a hearty laughter. "Don't believe everything you read in the books, Captain. The stories are very often embellished accounts of the truth."

A giant arm snaked out and grabbed Loki around the shoulders. "I have my whole family right here."

Loki blushed, his paltry effort at removing said arm backfiring when Thor tightened his bear hug. "Thor, how many drinks have you had?"

"Not near enough!" Sam stood and opened a new can of beer, "Whoops!"

Thor caught the spilling froth with his bowl of clams, eliciting more laughter from the table.

That was when Bucky noticed Loki's silence, as well as his untouched plate.

"You're barely eating," Bucky whispered. "What's wrong? You don't like the food?"

"The food's delicious," Loki said with an apologetic smile. "I just don't have much of an appetite."

"Did I do something wrong?" Bucky asked under his breath the question he had been dying to ask since Loki's abrupt departure the day before.

"Hmm?"

"Did I hurt your feelings or something?" Bucky pressed. "If I did, I want to know, so I can make it right."

"Oh, James." Loki reached under the table for Bucky's hand and squeezed it gently. "No, you did nothing wrong."

Far from feeling any relief, Bucky could sense his anxiety level skyrocket. "I tried calling you but you never answered. I wasn't sure if you were going to turn up, or if you were okay."

"Were you worried about me?" Loki teased, but his attempt at his usual playfulness fell wide of the mark, when Bucky's fingers tightened around his.

"You know I was," Bucky answered quietly.

He sneaked a look at the head of the table a few feet away where Thor was busy helping Sam crack open a batch of lobster claws, a task that proved too delicate for Thor's clumsy gigantic hands.

"You didn't have any side effects or anything, did you?"

"Side effects?" Loki queried. "From what?"

"I know nothing about magic, but what you did the other night, was it dangerous or something? Shifting form like that?" he asked helplessly. It was the only thing Bucky could think of that had been…new.

"No," Loki exhaled shakily. "No, it wasn't."

Bucky's confusion finally gave way to exasperation. "Then why are you acting so weird?"

Loki licked his suddenly dry lips. It was a mistake coming here today. Thor was a passable distraction to take the attention away from him, but the smell of the bay, the food, the beer, the exhaust fumes, they had all added to the pandemonium in his head.

To make things worse, the boat was starting to move; Thor must have persuaded Sam to let him have a go at the helm.

"I'm in need of some fresh air."

Loki pulled his hand out of Bucky's grasp, and to his credit, Bucky let it slip. As Loki rose from his table, Bucky called his name instead, quiet and beseeching. "Loki."

"Five minutes," Loki implored. "Just give me five minutes, okay? I am not going anywhere."

"Can I get you anything?"

At the look of intense desperation in Bucky's brown eyes, Loki relented. "A glass of soda water, if you have it?"

Without wanting for an answer, Loki lurched toward the back of the boat. A blast of hot, fishy air hit him in the face but he gulped it in hungrily, causing his stomach to roil.

Loki grappled blindly for the handrail, fighting the urge to be ill, painfully aware of curious onlookers from the other boats moored at the dock. As the boat chugged along at a leisurely pace, he prayed that Sam would steer the boat faster out of the bay into open water.

Are you there? Loki asked the silent waters before him, the rumble of the engine mere white noise amid the cacophony of his thoughts.

My legacy…is down there, Thor.

Loki keeled, almost bent double over the guardrail at the stern.

My Jor.

Saying that name was the final straw. Loki's world blackened, and he pitched forward, plunging headfirst into the black, black water.

#winterfrost #mpreg #loki x bucky #mth 2022 #fic

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annunnaki7 · 1 year

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ARE DISSABLED PEOPLE LAZY? COULD REALLY DO BETTER IF THEY TRIED HARDER? This is an example of an average bad week, like 6/10 bad on mental health and 5/10 on the physical level. Oh yea it gets so much worst! Read this and tell me how I could have improved.

MAY 2023

Sat 29.04.23

-Asthma bad all night. I coughed myself awake so often I didn't get any deep sleep.

-Fibromyalgia not happy about this, and is flaring up on its way to STOPPING FLARING up instead! 🤬 Joy! So now going to pee has extra general pain added to it.

- Allergies & Sinus bad. My nose runs non stop. Used 1/2 roll of toilet paper blowing my nose just today. And no, I don't like waisting things. Throwing meds at it.

-Managed to work with my carer, sorting paperwork. I can't help with much else anymore. I don't have the hand strength to cut a carrot. That's annoying as taking away from my autonomy.

Sun 30.04.23

- Allergies & Sinus still bad with non stop daily headaches, with migraine sometimes.

-Fibromyralgia flare. Pain feels like I feel down badement cement stairs or when I had major surgery on day 3 with 5 days hospital stay. I'm in too much pain to eat. Exhaustion worst than Covid & Pneumonia!

-Asthma bad. I have to rest for 1 minute every 10-15 meters I walk. Going to the loo takes 5 breaks.

- Urinary incontinence dissability related not happy about so many breaks to get TO the loo. I need buy more trousers! (I used 3 in one day twice this week)

- I'm in so much exhaustion & pain I can't even face watching TV. Strong painkillers increased. I'm not happy. I was hoping to decrease them this week!

Mon 01.05.23

-Migraine.

-Sinus inflamed for past 4 weeks. Related to but not only cause of migraine. I'm a migraine sufferer.

-Fibromyalgia medium flare. Hands hurt as well as eveywere else. A plate is heavy to lift. I can't stab potatoes to zap them in microwave by myself.

-Hayfever slightly improving.

-If I didn't have a carer coming to help me with a wash, I don't know how I would cope.She helped more today. She's so nice. People don't appreciate them enough.

-Concerned how I'll make hospital appointment of Thursday. And got builders in tomorrow.

Tuesday 02.05.23

-Migraine at night.

-All body pain bad. Been worst before though.

-Builders poped in to say they'll be back tomorrow. And no neither owner nor estate agents told them about all the work needing doing.

- This is in fact my comparativly, the "best day" to date. I can't sit in a chair re pain. And I have a high pain threshold. Had major surgery and got up by myself the next day when everyone else did on the 3rd day with help. Nurses said it was shocking to see me trot - carefully - about.

- Hospital appointment of tomorrow changed for latter on. It's not a vital one.

-District Nurse popped in to assess if I need to worry re swealing in legs. I'll have to go to the specialist clinic after all.

-Blood Pressure still high & Pulse going nuts. Say hi to all types of allergies as a possible cause! I take the strongest anti histamin, plus 6 over the counter allergy tablets daily. Yep, the specialist doctors advised that. It stop skin for literally falling off and other horror stories!

Wed 03.05.23

-Vomited blood all night (5hrs of hurling on off) from ulcer, blood clots included! Yuck! 3rd time in 1 month.

-Day Migraine following as haven't been able to drink much

-Im past normal exhausted as part of Fibromyalgia. It feels like I did a 14hr shift and haven't slep the next 2 nights. (Yes, I've done that in the past. Joy of nursing & midwifery whilst having dissabilities)

- Spoke to GP, meds increased. I don't want another endoscopy. Don't see what else it will tell us. It's costly to the NHS, I'm going to be in so much pain for at least 2 weeks after due to dissability, not the test. Urinary incontinence will be a pain. I'm not even for resuscitation (DNR) anyways.

-Not hungry. Disordered eating means it will kick in if I can't eat at all today. Gods even cake don't sound appealing!

- Builders back. Same thing, back tomorrow instead. But now they got the list of job.

-District Nurse decided I need compression stockings! My severe eczema might not like the extra heat in summer! & Scratchy material.

-Migraine afternoon - nightime.

-Did eat eventually. Yea me!

Thursday 04.05.23

-Food helped with migraine & dissorted eating.

- Pain and extreme exhaustion same. I can't hold a plate of food.

- Severe anxiety started in afternoon after flat owner demanding I get the garden clean that night. Message was passed to me by builder at around 4.40pm. to be done by tomorrow morning. Oh yea, I'm dissabled with poor balance, walks some 15-20 meter with 2 stick, uses wheelchair otherwise. And it would get dark even if I miraculously find someone for, ... work that's not urgent! And oh yes, there's no place to eat at the kitchen table due to building work. Like that's not a priority after builders leave rather than garden. Also. Thunder and rain so bad, I though thunder had struck nearby.

-Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) few times last night (originates from past child abuse) but attacks due to the way the flat owner and estates agent treats me.

Friday 05.05.23

-Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) exacerbated since around 2am started with the stress.

- Headaches back

- Severe anxiety rising progressively

- C-PTSD flash back early morning. Good thing I know how to manage it.

- I ate with carer, yea! Well she made me eat.

Saturday 06.05.23

-Anxiety still high

-C-PTSD same high during day, not typical of abuse. Definitely flat owner & Estates Agent related.

Sunday 07.05.23

- Actively managing the mental health side of things.

- Bad Heaches day time

- Friend brought me yummy KFC. Could only eat a tiny bit. Oh great, that's Dissordered Eating not happy with all the stress!

- Migrainy headach lasted 2-3 hrs. Resolved with management.

-Asthma attack in evening for over 2hrs. Was so rough couldn't do lung capacity measurement until finally calmed down.

- I won't be able to finish my KFC now. I'm pissed off. I'm so tired of juggling several deseases. It wouldn't be so bad of people acted like human being.

So. Do you still think I'm leisurely lying around having a relaxing time as a dissabled person?

Did you realise that it takes managing one thing after another everyday?

So everyone can do better of they "really wanted"? I really wanted to not loose my mortgage and dog. It's my dog I missed the most, not even one of my things. From a Midwife I became homeless. From working 16hrs or work followed by Union Rep work (IE talking to staff, not official meetings before you quote the law) I'm now not able to eat independently at times, or wash alone now. I'm still acting? Have a good, lazy life? You want to swap?

#Dissability Awareness #Discrimination #Ableism #disableism #health management

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rcreveal · 6 months

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(I just can't wait for) Season 3 Good Omens

I can't wait for Season 3 of Good Omens! After Season 2, I really needed to find out how Aziraphale and Crowley might survive the Second Coming, the world could be saved, and they could, eventually, get their reunion.

So, I borrowed the characters, and the world, and added some more characters to ask the first characters some pointed questions, to find out. This story is at about the same level of cursing, violence (well, maybe a little more Gaiman-esque), humor (definitely much more Terry Pratchett-esque) and romance as that of the second season.

So, if you need something to tide you over until Season 3 comes out (please Amazon!)...

Words had been said.

Offers made and rejected.

Inseparable friends, had separated.

And Heaven was under new leadership so the End of the World was on again…

Chapter 1: In which Crowley is on a bender.

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Crowley, traitor to Heaven and Hell, former serpent of the Garden of Eden, was drunk.

Not entertainingly, funnily drunk. Nor maudlin, crying drunk. Not even loudly, angrily drunk, having already done all of those this evening.

No, he was diligently working towards under-the-table drunk, but, unfortunately, hadn't yet found a limit to the amount of alcohol he could drink and stay conscious. It was an embuggerance, that.

After a long evening, that began after a protracted afternoon, following an extensive morning of continuous drinking, Crowley sat in a bar with a barkeep who found himself open after all the other bars had closed. Crowley was his only patron.

The place was dark and plain with the minimum of decoration. This wasn’t a bar with karaoke, or songs of any kind. There weren’t even any dart boards up. There were no light fruity wines or interesting craft brews, nor colorfully named cocktails. The patrons of this bar had one goal in mind and wanted to get to it as quickly as possible.

“Mor’ ov tha sa',” Crowley sat, face and shoulders bowed, holding his empty glass up loosely to the barkeep then setting it carefully on the bar.

“There ain’t no more,” replied the barkeep, whisking away the empty glass.

Raising a face expressing confused disbelief, the demon asks, “No whisk, whiskey?”

“No, you drank it all,” the barkeep said, tucking the glass under the counter.

“Scotch?” Crowley suggested.

“You drank that, too.” The barkeep moved to wipe down the bar.

Peering owlishly over the bar at row upon row of empty bottles lined up around the recycle bin, Crowley asks, “Wha’ ‘bout vodka?”

“And that,” the barkeep raised his eyebrows on glancing at the pile of bottles.

Plumbing the horror of it, Crowley asked, “Sherry?”

“Even that,” though he usually didn't carry the stuff. There'd been a dusty old bottle that materialized under his hand in the back of a cabinet when the man had asked for it earlier.

“No alcohol?” Crowley stared at the man uncomprehendingly.

“Some bugger even nicked the hand sanitizer out the loo. But you’d be blind if you’d drunk that.” Though, frankly, the barkeep didn’t know how the man could still be breathing, much less talking. He’d never seen anyone drink like that. Wait. Why had he kept the bar open after closing, and why did he keep serving this man?

“There’s nothin’ left. You’ll have to go home, mate. I’ll call you a car,” and he wiped his hands on a clean cloth and walked around the bar to help Crowley out.

“Don’ needa car . Gotta car .” Crowley staggered to his feet and stumbled towards the door. The barkeep started to protest, going so far as to put a restraining hand on the demon’s shoulder then miraculously forgot that he didn’t let drunk patrons drive anywhere. As Crowley made his unsteady way to the Bentley, the barkeep locked the door and turned off the lights while shaking his head. No one was going to believe why he would be closed tomorrow.

The Bentley’s door opened at Crowley’s touch and he collapsed into the driver’s seat. Taking a pull of the last of the hand sanitizer, he mumbled, “Wanna go home,” and, finally, passed out.

Which put the Bentley in something of an existential bind.

The Bentley had, for years, been the best maintained car ever made, because that’s what Crowley expected. But, it had slowly come to anticipate and respond to its owner’s wants, as well. Living in it for the past several years had nearly completed the car’s new found sentience. So, when Aziraphale found the car producing travel sweets, he wasn’t surprised, because he thought that’s how any respectable car behaved with a new guest. Aziraphale had inadvertently moved matters along even further by telling the car to park itself, on those occasions when his own parallel parking skills were too rusty.

In short, the Bentley was now alive. And fiercely protective of and loyal to its owner.

Who had just given it a direct command, but hadn’t put his hands and feet on the controls to start directing the car. The Bentley started up, buckled Crowley in (even though Bentleys of it’s era were never manufactured with seat belts), and proceeded to try and drive home. Wherever that was.

#good omens fanfic #season 3 #eventual happy ending #aziraphale x crowley through the ages #crowly x aziraphale #protective aziraphale #protective crowley #ineffable idiots #nina good omens #maggie good omens #peril #humor #romance

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woahsehun · 1 year

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new perspective - ch.II - waves

sim jaeyun x reader (afab)

genre: smau, college au, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff, crack?, suggestive ???

chapter warnings: slight “adult” language, drinking and drug use present/implied

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chapter theme - waves by kang daniel ft. simon dominic, jamie

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"ARE YOU GUYS ALMOST READY OR WHAT!", Ryujin yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to Sana's room, where you were sitting comfortably on the floor as Sana finished doing her makeup.

"5 MORE MINUTES!!!", Sana yelled back, making you flinch due to your close proximity.

You watched Sana finish her routine through the vanity's mirror, every few seconds getting mesmerized by the amount of detail she put into it. That is, until you remembered where you were, what you were wearing, what time it was, and lastly, where you were about to go. After landing back in the present, you found yourself picking at the polish on your fingernails. A nervous habit no doubt, but no amount of neurological detachment or anxious ticks could distract you from the impending truth. The truth that you were about to go to a party, a frat party no less, for the first time in over 6 months.

The choice to skip out on parties in college doesn't really sound like a big deal. Nor do many people treat it like one. Your friends never really made you feel bad about it, other than cracking the occasional joke, and you didn't much care about missing out on the free drinks or joints that were often passed around between strangers. The so called, "fear of missing out", was never something that occupied your brain. At least, it didn't use to, until you actually did start missing out. Monthly party stories always making their rounds, many being accompanied by the phrase, "you just had to be there". Hearing talk left and right of when and where party's were gonna be, and after a while realizing that you were no longer getting invites, because they knew you wouldn't come. The fear of missing out seemed to get worse once it transformed into the fear of being left out.

Your spiral of thoughts then suddenly ended due to a stinging feeling becoming present on your forehead,

"did you just thump me?!", you said, looking up at Sana from your seat on the floor.

"uhm YEAH. I said your name, like, three times," she replied, turning around to grab her purse off the bed.

"well what ever happened to, I don't know, tapping me on the shoulder?" you retorted, as you clumsily made your way up off of the floor.

"fuck that, three strikes, GET THUMPED," Sana finished, before exiting the bedroom and heading to the stairs.

"that doesn't even make any sense !!!", you yelled back, as you then followed her down.

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An upside to this party in particular, was how conveniently close it was to your groups apartment. Right across the street, to be specific. The few reasons in which this was an upside were,

you could make a quick getaway if you wanted to leave (or if any sort of... law related incidents occured)

you and your friends could easily make it home safely, since it was only a short walk and there was no driving necessary

there was very little time for you to ruminate and/or back out before actually arriving at the party. Aka, less travel time spent thinking about how sick to your stomach you currently felt

As you got closer to the house, you couldn’t tell if the bass from the music was dulling or intensifying your heavily beating heart. But it didn't matter, because the minute the front door shut behind you, every single one of your senses was overwhelmed. Before you could adjust (not that you would've adjusted anyways), Sana yanked you through the crowd, and into the kitchen.

The table setup before you had a multitude of different drinks, all separated into color coordinated bins and buckets, along with a single keg on the floor to accompany it. When you looked up from the table, your eyes landed on a guy standing directly behind the table who sported a sleeveless shirt and backwards hat, accompanied by a sharp jawline.

"ladies," he started, leaning both of his hands on the table, "pick your poison," he finished, moving his gaze along the table from one side to the other, as if the drinks were all selections made by his truly.

"never encountered a bartender at a frat party before," Sana quipped as she reached her hand into one of the ice filled bins, pulling out two bottles of some sort of cheap cider stores must’ve had leftover from the fall.

"what can I say, I'm the only idiot here who knows how to tap a keg," he replied with a chuckle.

Sana chuckled back, you letting out a small laugh as well, as she twisted open both of the bottles,

"guess we won't be needing you then," your friend finished, tipping one of the bottles towards him before handing it to you. Sana then grabbed your wrist with her free hand before turning around to walk away,

"well if you do you know where to find me!", the guy yelled back as you both dissolved into the rest of the livingroom crowd

...

It felt like tens of hours had passed since you'd arrived at the party, but if you were being honest, you had no idea what time it was either way. It wasn't as if you weren't having fun, because between Sana acting as a man repelling barrier and Sunoo and Ryujin dragging you onto the dance floor multiple times, you actually managed to let loose more than you thought you could given the atmosphere.

However, now, hours later, with barely three drinks in your system and a social battery that was nearing zero, you knew that your limit was approaching. You looked upon your three friends fondly from the corner of the room, as they continued to drunkenly giggle and dance (if you could even call it that). But even at a distance, meters away from the larger crowd, your chest felt heavy. The suffocation caused by the thick air in the house mixed with your exhaustion was becoming more than you wanted to deal with tonight. However, you didn't want to interrupt your friend's fun by wanting to go home. After weighing your options, you figured the best one was to step into the backyard for a minute to get some fresh air.

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It didn't take you long to find the back door and step out into the frigid yet refreshing air. There weren't many others outside, only a few separate groups smoking what seemed to be a mixture of weed and cigarettes. Even so, the winter air made you feel lighter than before.

You took your position leaning against the wall right next to the door frame as you contined to take deep breaths in and out. Once your nose and ears went numb, with your fingers soon to follow, you decided now was probably the time to head back inside. Then, just as you pushed yourself off the wall, a tall man appeared in front of you. Joint in his mouth, he made no move to speak, until he moved his head to the side, blew out a cloud of smoke, and then rested his eyes back upon you. Truthfully, you didn't know how to describe him other than pretty. He was simply, a pretty boy. His visuals only seemed to get better when he smiled as he spoke,

"what?" you said, blinking a few times as if it would rid your brain of the fuzz that currently encapsulated it.

"I said, would you like a smoke? It's the good shit I promise," he said, smiling again right before taking another hit.

"oh, uh, no thanks. I was just about to go back inside," you looked down at your shoes, as if there was something interesting to behold, not knowing what to do when he took multiple seconds to respond.

"all good, I just saw you standing over here looking tense, so, I figured I would ask," he finally spoke, as he continued to stare at you.

His stare wasn't necessarily creepy or uncomfortable. It was just, confusing to you. Your mind started going a million different directions, as always, asking yourself - is there something on my face? is my hair messed up? does he just think I'm pretty? why won't he say something else already? or maybe he just has a staring problem? Every one of your self posed questions going unanswered as you attempted to bring yourself back down to Earth,

"well, I better head in then. my friends are probably looking for me, so..." you trailed off, as he continued to take another drag from what was left of his joint.

Once again feeling nervous because of his silence, you turned more quickly than necessary towards the already open door that led back inside. Then, it happened. Almost as if in slow motion, your body made impact with a hard object. Althought you managed to keep yourself from falling over, you felt that something else, something possibly worse, had occured. Your shirt immediately stuck to your chest like glue, but the putride smell and gross feeling of cheap beer on your front made you feel icky all over. Typical.

Still recovering from the shock of getting wet immediately after being out in the cold, you were barely able to focus on the apologies spewing rapidly out of the drink owners mouth. Once his words fully registered, you quickly took notice of his accent as he continued to apologize to you.

You gave a sigh before stopping him so that he wouldn't run out of breath, "it's really fine it's not a big deal I-", and before you could get out that you live close by, he spoke again,

"let me lend you a shirt, seriously, I feel so bad please," he said with a seemly decent level of sincerity.

"look, I don't mean this in a rude way, but I would really rather not accompany you into your bedroom," you said back. Although his offer did seem innocent enough, you supposed you can never be too careful.

With a bit of panic in his eyes, he spoke quickly, "nonono oh god I'm sorry that's not what I meant I-, I mean you can stay down here I’ll just run up and get one real quick," he said turning to walk back inside.

In that brief moment, you had a realization. Althought following this frat boy to his room was not an ideal situation, the thought of either staying outside with the mysterious man who stared straight through you, or staying inside amongst the overwhelming crowd that was still somehow full of energy, you decided it may be best to take your chances.

"you know what on second thought," you quickly yelled to him before he had gotten too far away. And next thing you knew, you were following him up the stairs.

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authors notes:

damn this took forever for me to finally do and post I checked and it’s been ALMOST A YEAR ???

anyways

constructive criticism and comments are always welcome, however, since this isn’t my main account I don’t answer comments, so I would appreciate asks as well!

I hope everyone has a great day/night <3

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