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sarah--goff · 5 years ago

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Sabaism: chapter 17: Down To A Tea:

Tick, tock, tick tock

The sound draws you from your slumber.

You open your eyes to find yourself standing in the Outskirts overlooking the labyrinth where your adventure had begun.

“What the-”

It looked to be early morning, the sky streaked in purples and pinks, in the anticipation for the sun to rise fully. It was eerily beautiful.

The wind was blowing right through you .

You shiver, holding your arms until you feel a rush of warmth melt over you. You look down at yourself, seeing you’re now wrapped in the blue cloak.

You turn to the loud ticking, overriding your thoughts.

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Jareth was leaning against a tree, one hand behind his back, the black antique clock he used to time your run was above his head. The thin hands on the clock face read 6:30. He was gazing over the Labyrinth .

“Good morning?” you raise an eyebrow, pulling the cloak further around you.

He inclined his head in acknowledgement in your direction with a quiet smile, still overlooking the labyrinth with distant eyes.

You yawn into the cloak.

“You could have just woken me up you know, no need for the theatrics” you mumble, finding yourself also starring sleepily over the labyrinth.

“Why am I here anyway?” you sit on a stone rock just in front of the tree.

He didn’t reply straight away.

“Sometimes I come here when I need to think,”

Jareth took his eyes away from the view to rest on you softly.

“I didn’t mean to summon you, I’m sorry, you can go back to bed if you wish” he raised his hand gently for a crystal.

“No, no, it’s ok, I’m here now i might as well stay, if you want me to?”

He smirked at your uncertainty, tilting his head back against the tree again, to lift his eyes to the Labyrinth “yes, I want you to”.

You sit in silence, not that you mind, in your sleepy state.

It was nice, peaceful.

There were birds calling in nearby trees, flowers blooming under the arriving sun, the labyrinth’s outer walls sparkled.

You don’t remember the Outskirts like this the last time you were here, but of course your mind was on other things at the time, like how on earth you were going to make it through the Labyrinth and getting home.

Now, it looked all the magical being it was, your heavy eyes stay resting on the view, just taking the time to drink it all in. Little by little. you unpick the small details you hadn’t noticed before against the orange streaked sky.

You give an involuntary content sigh as you curled your knees against your chest.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks softly

You shrug then shake your head.

“Not really, but I think I’ve had more than enough sleep already, I’ll be okay for now”

“You had a lot on your mind I imagine”

You lock your fingers over your knee cap “things have...been a lot to take in, yeah”

In truth, you were wide awake for most of the night, only dropping off occasionally to snap awake again.

The bed felt too strange for you to relax in, to the point where you found yourself missing your old knackered single in your bedroom. Whenever you shifted, you expected to hear the creaks and groans under the floorboards but faced silence.

Apart from that, your mind couldn’t switch off.

Every time your eyes closed you found yourself staring back at the high, crumbly walls of the Labyrinth..

How could anyone ever sleep in a place like the Underground?

There was so much you didn’t know or hadn’t seen, or wanted to see again, just to check this was indeed all happening, not just a fever dream. Even after everything you’d experienced , part of you still couldn’t believe it was quite real.

“What about you?” you swivel to face him.

“Similar to you, but most likely for different reasons” the Goblin King tugged the corner of his mouth up.

You gave a nod, not that you really understood

“Right”

There was a pause. You didn’t really know what to say.

“And you’re alright?” he looks down his nose, awaiting your answer.

You gave another shrug. Alright . Were you alright?

“I’ve done my crying” you say definitely, but that’s all.

“hmm”

Not the answer he was looking for apparently.

You bite your lip looking at the dirt, rolling a stone under your shoe “so, what were you thinking about?”

“Beg pardon?”

“You said you come here to think, what does a Goblin King come all the way out here to think about this early in the morning”

“This and that” he pushed himself off the tree, sucking his teeth, “how about breakfast, since we’re already here, are you hungry?”

You felt your stomach gurgle, suddenly reminding you you hadn’t eaten since the night you ate the soup.

You gave a sheepish smile “I could eat”.

Jareth chuckled between stretching his arms out in front of him, allowing you to briefly see the pale skin and lean muscle under his leather layers.

He tugs you to your feet, indicating to follow behind him as he began to walk.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Just looking for flat ground” he mumbled, scanning over the dusty earth.

He stopped short suddenly, making you bump into him, “ oof ”.

“Here should do it”.

Three blue and pink tinged bubbles expanded from his fingertips.

Jareth popped two of them, blowing the third in your direction to allow you to pop it curiously. It made a nice change to be outside the bubble for change.

You watch it burst into a chair to accompany another identical chair and a round table for two.

“Wait you meant we’re going to eat, here , here?”

“It’s a fine morning, I don’t see why not” Jareth shook out a checkered tablecloth gracefully sweeping it over the table and placed down two sets of cutlery glinting in the sun and a plate each.

You couldn’t argue you supposed, it was a good view after all.

The wind had since died down to only a soft breeze and the morning chill was wearing off, though you still kept the cloak over you, mostly because you forgot to ask for pyjamas last night, well aware you were still dressed in your days old clothing.

He pulls out one of the chairs, standing behind it, gesturing for you to sit.

“Ms. Hazel,“ the Goblin King bobbed his head, blonde strands of hair lightly shifting forward.

You roll your eyes, taking your seat while he tucked in your chair.

“Now then, what would Ms. Hazel like for breakfast?”

He took his own seat so you were facing each other with the labyrinth on your left.

“oh, um... cereal?”

Jareth began to laugh “of all the things in the world, Sloane Hazel would like her cereal”

your cheeks warmed “well...whatever” you mumbled.

What did you eat for breakfast in the underground? In fact, what did you eat at all, nevermind breakfast? You sorely hoped it wouldn’t be leaves and berries like in the fairy-tales.

“I tease, of course you can have whatever you wish”

“Well, what are you having?”

“Me? Well now, how abouuuut,”

He rested his chin on his gloved hand, elbow propped up on the table. His fingertips tapped against his cheek as he mulled over the idea like it was an important decision until he broke into a smirk.

“Hmmm, I know -“

A cloud of inky purple smoke and glitter flashed over the table.

Assorted china plates and silver dishes clunked onto it in unison, covering practically the every inch, all shapes and sizes- holding the most wonderful eye catching things. You could pick out the smell of eggs and bacon before anything else. Your mouth watered.

“-a bit of everything”

Not like the stories at all.

He had gloat on him, not under-passing an opportunity to show off his abilities. You let him, consumed with the food.

“How-” you go to ask but catch the words in your mouth. Nothing’s impossible.

Jareth stood to pluck a fluffy piece of toast from a silver tray “well, go on then, help yourself”

Your fingers hovered over the dishes, unsure where to start, and this was only breakfast!

You pluck a ration of bacon, scoop some scrambled egg and a piece of toast, pouring yourself tea into teacup- though you wish it was coffee instead.

Jareth began to cut into a tomato, flicking his eyes at your little plate momentarily.

“There’s no need for modesty here, Sloane, I mean it, have anything you want, I can’t imagine how hungry you must be by now, you’ll need the strength”

When you eye his plate you see he’s helped himself generously, a full English and a half even.

You shrugged, embarrassed.

"I can hear how hungry you are. The least I can do is feed you” Jareth pretended to find his food interesting, looking at his fork, “you’ve fed me enough times...”

You were hungry, more than you had been at the lake.

Fuck it,

you don’t care if it’s poisoned or drugged or whatever. you help yourself to another ration, a buttered croissant.

You bite into a particularly appetising piece of toast with a fried egg on top that had the brightest yellow oke you’d ever seen.

“ oh my god ”

You begin to chew slowly, until you finish.

ugh so good , definitely a step up from CocoPops

You quickly dab your chin with the back of your hands at the grease sliding down, hoping he didn’t notice.

“I feel disgusting” you said with a happy sigh, sitting back.

The Goblin King laughed beside you “welcome to the Underground” you clinked teacups.

Jareth sliced into a delicately powdered pancake, how the hell he had room for that you didn’t know.

“Would you like some?” he waved a piece on his fork at you.

Your stomach heaves “no, stop, I’m going to burst” you giggle “you’re spoiling me”

“What’s wrong with being spoiled? “ Jareth says lightly, spreading jam over a hot-cross bun, “when was the last time somebody made you breakfast?” he bit into it, tilting his head.

The question catches you off guard.

“oh, um...”

You had to seriously think about it.

By the time you woke in the mornings Brian and Kari were already at work. You only had enough time before school for cereal, weekends were pretty much the same story, you had to rush off between rehearsals and studying or you just lazed in and missed breakfast altogether, you don’t even recall breakfast made for you at Christmas or your birthday, most likely because neither Kari or Brian were particularly good cooks anyway.

“Well…okay fair point” you reach for the teacup, having your third cup.

You didn’t want to spoil the moment or the effort that he was at least trying to make, but your inner voice can’t help but nag at you. And for once you listen to it.

“I know what you’re doing- thinking you can butter me up with breakfast”

“I have no idea know what you mean”

Jareth pretended to find his butter knife interesting, avoiding your eyes but he couldn’t help the smirk spread on his face

“ -that wasn’t the plan at all, but is it working anyway?”

“yeah” you nod.

You leave it at that, not being hostile, but still letting him know you’re not so easily fooled, he was right earlier, your run in the Labyrinth was over. You were finished dancing to his tune.

You couldn’t be bothered to start another argument, especially if you wanted answers out of him later, so for now, you let it lie.

You turn your head in time to catch a flock of birds cross the sky, you could see the hubbub of the Goblin City in full swing even from all the way up here.

It was something close to feeling as though you were watching the world wake up and begin the day, the pair of you admired the sun over the Labyrinth in content silence.

The sounds of the insects in the thin clumps of grass, like cicadas, filled your ears. The clock above chimed the hour.

“This is really nice”

“I’m glad” he teased

“No, I mean it, it’s lovely”

“So do I, I’m glad ”

Jareth had a lingering triumphant smile on his face, his bejewelled broach at the throat kept shining in your face under the light. In fact, all of him seemed to sparkle today, you had to keep forcing your eyes at the ground or just behind his ear to stop yourself being caught staring at him.

You arch your back, stretching, “do you come out here a lot? Eat as well?”

“Sometimes” the Goblin King considered the view for a moment, speaking in it’s direction rather than to your face.

“I’d rather be out here, in the open, than eat alone at a long dining table in a drafty castle, wouldn’t you?”.

“oh... yeah, probably”

You looked at your plate, embarrassed. That sounded quite sad.

You never considered the Goblin King would be lonely. Was he lonely? Weren’t there other people here? Just goblins? No there must be, I saw some, remember?

You rack your brains trying to picture their faces but everything you remember seeing- or thought you’d seen- in the ballroom was slightly blurred, plus they were wearing masks.

You scratched at your wrist where the seal was. It was angry red and irritating. You scratch it again, feeling as if it was burning into your skin.

Jareth rested his knife and fork on either side of his plate “is that hurting you?”

“No, it’s just itchy”

He wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, beckoning for your hand “here”

You gave it, “can you stop it? it’s driving me nuts”

“i can but you won’t like it”

“just do whatever you have to do” you wince at the urge to grab his butter knife scratch your skin off.

You assume he’s going to pull out a crystal or whatever but unexpectedly, Jareth plucks off his gloves by the fingertips.

He opened his mouth, putting the pad of his thumb to the inside of his cheek. Jareth held it there, looking up, humming under his breath.

“I don’t-”

Jareth closed his mouth, pressing his thumb to the seal on your wrist.

“well that’s disgusting “ you shake your head looking away trying not to flinch at the fizzing sensation as he pressed the saliva into the wound.

“Would you have rather I’d have licked your wrist?”

Jareth bobbed his eyebrows suggestively making you blush deeply “n-no” as you try not to picture exactly how that would look and feel.

“That any better?”

You take it back, the redness all gone, just leaving the skin glittery like his own “yeah actually”.

He waves his hand, and you watched as the plates and dishes slowly faded in front of your eyes.

The Goblin King held a crystal by his fingertips, elongating it until it stretched to form a yellowed newspaper.

Jareth sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.

The Goblin King reading a newspaper. Well how about that.

You giggled, earning you a look from over the paper’s rim “am i amusing you?”

“No it’s just-” you gesture to the paper and then shake your head “you’re being so usual”

The Goblin King smirked, continuing to read, pretending to be unfazed as he scanned the paper “am I normally unusual?”

You bit your lip thoughtfully, how could he be so unaware of how ‘Other’ he was, in his get-up and looks down to the way he moved?

On the other hand, you suppose he was considered normal in the Underground, meaning you were the ‘Other’ one in this scenario.

“You’re the most unusual usual person I’ve ever met” you said confidently

“Congratulations to me then” Jareth shuffled the paper, going back to reading.

You rest your head in your hand, staring at the view. How could anyone grow tired of seeing this?

You wish you had something of your own to read, one of your mum’s faded paperbacks or something it would be so perfect right now.

At least reading would be something to look forward to now that you had “ forever ”. You could read all you wanted without being interrupted by essays. The thought gave you a warm feeling in your stomach.

You settle to watching the world go by for a while and pretend not to notice him sneaking looks at you, he may as well have cut two eye holes in the paper like in the films. Honestly .

In this moment, sitting on top of a hill peering over the kingdom, under the sun, you were quite sure you could get used to this.

Jareth sighs, folding the paper twice and making it vanish.

“I can’t read like this, too many distractions” his eyes dance at you.

You give him a sideways glance.

“Sooo…” he says in a sing song voice “so, first day in the Underground. Well, first day free and conscious anyway”

“If you’re trying to soothe me over you’re going to have to stop saying things like that” Jareth continues without changing his tone.

“What do you want to do first? I was thinking about a tour today, you’ve already had the full experience of the Labyrinth . Or would you like to see your room before?”

Your ears prick up, “ my room?”.

Maybe he was trying to divert from the inevitable that he promised , or make you forget but the idea.

You never even considered having a place of your own. A whole bedroom in a castle just for you.

My room .

“The tower room’s served its purpose, I’m sure you’d want your own space anyway, give you a chance to settle in”

Settle .

“Y-es”

“Right then” he slapped his thighs, jumping up.

You stood, accepting the arm he offered you.

“Oh wait, do you want this back?” You pull the cloak off your shoulder but he stops you, tugging it back up again.

“No, no, you keep it, I rather think it suits you”

Jareth gave an approving nod even though you knew you probably looked like a mess right now. Actually, the idea of washing properly sounded promising

“My room it is then” you nod, picturing what it would look like.

You think he’s about to pull out a crystal and poof you there but instead the pair of you stride over to a large slate boulder nearby. Jareth nudges it aside with his foot, revealing a trapdoor underneath.

The Goblin King looks from the trapdoor in the earth to you, with a wicked beam “after you”.

The trapdoor opens and you could see the beginning of a slide. Oh no .

“You have these things everywhere?”

“A whole network tangled under the labyrinth”

“well that’s...good to know”

“It’s the quickest and most fun way to travel”

You begin to back off, remembering the last time you were down one of these.

“ Fun ”, was not the right word at all.

“I think I’ll throw up” you said in a small voice.

He threw his head back laughing “nonsense you’ll be sound” Jareth grabs a nearby mat, setting it down at the mouth of the slide. “Now, i’m certain the Above are familiar with how this works”

“Yeah, you sit on the mat and slide down, hardly rocket science”

“Hmmm” Jareth looks under another rock, “it appears I only have one mat -you don’t mind sharing do you?” his teeth gleamed predatory like.

“Can’t we just use one of your crystals” you fold your arms, knowing exactly what he was up to.

Jareth folded his arms leaning an elbow on the rock, “Mmm you said you wanted to “see Underground properly”, and this is the most ‘proper’ you can get” he crossed one foot over the other.

You stare at the slide, disappearing into the darkness.

“Now, now I think someone's coming down with a case of Scaredy Cat”

That did it. Your shoulders immediately square, whatever effect he was looking to have it worked, you would not show vulnerability in front of the Goblin King. You knew it was a ploy but you went along with it anyway.

It’s just a slide, you went through a whole labyrinth and you’re scared of a slide?

Jareth winked, as if able read to your thoughts “now- are you in, or are you out?”

You sighed, caving in “not like I have much choice”.

“That’s the spirit” Jareth takes your hand, helping you to crouch without toppling over to seat yourself on the mat.

“I’ll get you back for this you know” you mumble under your breath.

You sit with your knees up, stomach doing flips at what’s about to happen. You inch forward, trying to give him as much space as possible so he doesn’t have to be so close to you in already a small proximity.

You try not to jump when you feel either side of his legs slip around yours as he shifts to get comfortable. Looks like your efforts were wasted.

Oh god .

You felt yourself flush, the warmth rushing through you, that same buzz you felt whenever he was close, just like when you were in the ballroom.

“You do trust me, don’t you?” he murmurs by your ear suddenly, hot breath making your hairs stand on end . You felt a pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach.

You nod, although you want to say “ no, you’re a reptile and I definitely don’t trust you” , but the words die in your throat. You nod, and try not to think about his body heat near you .

“Good” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, making your heartbeat speed up. Before you can register anything else he’s already pushed off from the mouth of the slide, hurtling the pair of you forwards.

The speed automatically reels you backwards, you find yourself pressing into him.

The darkness unsettles you at first but you remind yourself you’re with the Goblin King this time, you’re quite safe.

You turn a sharp corner, making you yelp and clap your hands over your eyes. You are scared, fuck your pride you should have just said no.

You instinctively press further against him, as if trying to escape the whole ordeal altogether, feeling his own chest vibrate with chuckling. Jareth crosses his arms further around your own.

“Look up, Sloane”

You shake your head, feeling sick.

“Look up, you’ll love it I promise”

You cautiously squint open an eye above you, seeing little purple and white lights whizz overhead.

You blink, trying to focus on them, immediately forgetting your fears.

“What are they?” you say loudly into his ear against the rushing wind.

“Roots. Of the trees in the Labyrinth, look-” he momentarily takes his arm off yours but you yelp, pulling it back in case you fall forward.

Jareth’s other arm stretches across you further so he can free the other, pointing to the roots

“touch them” .

You shakily reach a hand out, grazing your fingers along the tree roots that rush past you, at your touch, they spark a rainbow glow that makes you shiver and tingle at the fingertips.

“Woahhh” you gasp, giggling. You turn your hand over as if expecting it to glow itself.

“Magic. Pure magic” Jareth trails his own hand across the roots, causing the dark to light up with colour and spark.

You do it again, pressing your palm against the roots further, revelling in the tingling feeling.

Actually, this was kind of fun. You felt light, like you were flying, you laugh tilting your head back so it echoes all around you as you zip through the darkness. He joins in.

Man, this felt amazing! Why didn’t he just give you this earlier?

“not too much!” Jareth takes your hand off rapidly

You hear him say something only the lines of “ dangerous ” and “ imbalance ” but it sounds as if he’s underwater.

You giggle and touch it one more time daringly with the tip of your finger to irk him, earning your shoulders to be pulled back roughly against him.

“ minx ” he says, humming in your ear heavily “you better be good, you know” you can feel Jareth’s lips on the very tip of your ear, long strands of hair teasing your cheek.

You’re immediately pulled back into focus, your entire face ignites and you’re extremely glad neither of you are touching the roots or you’d be bright red for all the world to see.

Suddenly Jareth holds you by the shoulders tighter, voice returning to usual pitch.

“Here we go, sit tight”

You go rigid, ready for impact.

Ahead of you, a trap door swings open, evading light into the darkness.

The mat flies off, the pair of you land on cushions as you had before.

The trapdoor behind you swings shut.

This time, instead of a dark cave, you’re in a large circular stone room. You’re in the castle, you must be.

You blink, standing and realising little over 50 pairs of eyes on you, gawping.

A guard, who you mistook for an old man at first -had it not been for his long ears and snout-nose- pushed his way through the mob, to bow to Jareth, panting.

“Sire! The girl ! She’s escaped! From the tower!”

“Hello” you poke your head around Jareth’s tall figure, causing the little creatures to step back in unison with a hushed gasp.

The guards’ ears flap up like a dog’s, scratching his head in confusion.

Jareth exhaled, putting a hand to his temple patiently, indicating these kinds of incidents happened all too often.

“I know, Candlewick, I let her out”

You side-eye him. He coughed, correcting himself “I mean invited”.

The Goblins didn’t try and hide their curiosity, gawping at you and pointing.

You stare back just as much, but not for too long, some were quite unsettling to look at.

So this is what goblins look like. Well, they weren’t far off the fairytales. You were grateful Jareth looked nothing like them at least.

One prodded your elbow making you swat it away

“hey!”

They just grinned, delighted by your reaction, edging each other on, pushing one another towards you.

In a way they were like small children, really , really ugly children.

Unexpectedly, one small one pinched the back of your ankle, making you yelp. Their yapping peals of laughter echoed around you.

“Ow!” you grasp your ankle, “what was that for!” you hopped on one foot, only amusing them further.

Jareth threw his head back laughing, putting his hands on his hips, “oh yes, I think you’ll do just fine here”

You gave daggers at the goblin laughing behind its paw at you.

Jareth leaves your side to shuck his cape and fold it over a circular seat of some kind.

He motions for you to follow him out of the room and you don’t hesitate, well aware of the beady red eyes boring into your backs.

“is it always like this?”

You walk down a dimly lit corridor that stretched out before you .

“Nevermind them, outsiders are few and far between here, they’ll get used to you”

The pair of you stride in unison along a hallway.

You felt awkward in the silence apart from your patter of footsteps, the sound of his boots drowning out your trainers.

You peak at them. Look at that heal! No wonder he always towered over you!

You should probably say something.

Ugh small talk .

Jareth exhaled air from his nose “this the first I’ve seen you so quiet. I got more out of you in the Labyrinth”

“i was just thinking”

He sucked his teeth “sounds dangerous”

You nudged him in the ribs with your elbow “only because you know I’m smarter than you”

“Not smart enough to solve a labyrinth apparently”

That earned him a forceful shoulder shove.

Jareth, only too delighted, shoved you back, just as hard, with a daring twinkle in his eye again .

You bite the bait, pushing him again.

Jareth gets carried away, giving full force with both hands unexpectedly so that you miss your footing and clang against the stone wall, hitting your head with a comical donk

“Oh shit ” you clutch your head, crouching from the stinging “oh fuckkk that hurts”

“sorryareyoualright ” Jareth garbles, crouching beside you, looking genuinely frightened.

There’s a pause. You stare at each other for a second too long until you both burst out laughing -you between the wincing.

Jareth pulls you to your feet carefully while you rub your head .

“I’ll go easier on you next time” he mimes a shoulder punch teasingly to mask his doubts.

You feign rolling your eyes, the pain in your crown ebbing away, “I let you have that one”

“I should be careful then next time ” Jareth plays along

“you may not be so lucky”

“could be absolutely fatal” he agrees

“I’ll let it slide for now”

“Very generous of you”

He holds out an arm for you to take. Well there was the awkwardness taken care of .

Maybe he should slam me into walls more often

You bite down on your cheek to stop a giggle at that thought.

You realise you’ve passed through multiple corridors, all with the same high ceilings, under hung candelabras and torches fitted to the walls.

“I don’t know how I’m going to find my way around this place “

You crane your neck looking for little unique points in every corridor to remember each by but they looked exactly the same, maybe that was the point.

“You will. The trick is not to look too hard”

“That doesn’t make sense at all”

“Sometimes we find the things when we don’t go looking for them”

Suddenly remembering what the Wise Man said you blurt “sometimes the way forward is the way back”

Jareth side-eyed you at that unexpected response, “exactly” .

You still didn’t understand but maybe Underground logic was no logic, just spontaneous, it seemed to be how things were around here.

“Up here”

You climb a flight of steps, coming to a corridor.

It’s funny, the castle never looked this big from all the way in the Labyrinth, but then neither did the Labyrinth itself at first glance and oh boy how wrong you were about that.

Through the centre of the corridor was a red rug like a river covering the flagstone floor.

“And here we are” Jareth stops short at a large round door.

“In here?”

He smiles “I don’t see any other doors” turning the large doorknob, creaking it open.

He lets you slip inside first and you gasp.

It’s not the stiff, medieval drafty room you expected at all, it’s much cosier.

You blink a few times as your eyes adjust in the difference in light.

Your mouth parts in astonishment.

“wow” you say softly.

The room isn’t huge but roughly the size of your living room at home , definitely bigger than what you were used to.

“You are my guest, you didn’t think I’d stuff you any old place did you?” Jareth tsked but you could tell he was awaiting your appraisal.

He had an arm crossed over his chest, elbow resting on it and tapping his cheek with his finger expectantly.

You pivot on the spot to see everything.

In front of you was a small grid window with what you assumed to be your bed situated in front of it, a little larger than a single, covered in assorted pillows, floral sheets and knit throws.

On the thin bookshelf was a few dusty hardbacks that you would definitely be investigating soon.

Candles tall and short sat everywhere , some new, some ancient, judging by the wax dripping.

The few paintings hung on the walls were slanted at an angle.

Overall, it gave a chaotic feeling but in a strange way it was also calming, your own little hide-away. It was perfect.

By the ribbons, bells and pearls hung from the candleholders and draped across the furniture, it was as if a slice of the ballroom had been cut and squashed into the room.

“Do you like it?” he breaks off your thoughts “if not there are oth-”

“no, no its fine”

He was trying after all you supposed, probably going off a generic girl’s interests. You could hardly blame him for not knowing what a modern teenage girl’s bedroom looked like, your previous was hardly a model.

“It’s lovely” you say with a genuine smile.

Judging by the clean and fresh smell, the room was most likely unattended for sometime and then suddenly upheaved.

“You haven’t seen the best bit yet” The Goblin King tugged at the curtains you hadn’t immediately noticed, peeling them back to let in more light and reveal another window.

Your eyes widen.

“oh wow !” you join his side.

From here you have an amazing view of the Goblin City as well as the Labyrinth and in the distance fields and hills with what looked like cattle grazing in them.

It was a pretty place, you could see that much.

The orange and black streak sky you had grown used to seeing in the Labyrinth was replaced by light blue against purple and pink clouds.

It looked like something from a painting but it was here, it was real. You realised suddenly how close the city was to the castle when you had mistaken it for much further away when you were standing on the Labyrinth’s walls.

It also made you realise, with a pang in the stomach, exactly how close you had been to winning, since you could see the very Junk Yard you had been standing in days ago before you fell into the Oubliette.

The city was so close, you could smell the tell-tale chimney smoke, even with the closed windows.

You can hardly take your eyes off the view.

A wooden desk , doubling as a vanity, sat strategically in front of it. Your mind ran wild just imagine the inspiration you’d have sitting here.

“this is amazing”

“I’m glad”

You turn, catching your own shocked expression in the mirror of the dark wardrobe. Beside it, stood a thin coat rack, hanging up dad’s jacket that someone had thankfully collected.

You shuffle your feet, remembering why you were desperate to be here in the first place.

“So um, about settling in...” you trail off sheepishly.

Jareth nods, understanding without embarrassing you, “of course, I’ll leave you to it”

He moved to the door to leave when you peeped inside the wardrobe curiously, to find nothing in it.

“uh wait a second, do you have any clothes for me?”

Jareth clapped his forehead “oh right. I forgot” .

He tossed a crystal until it popped and sprang into various items of clothes, landing neatly folded on your bed.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had to guess your sizes” .

You’d make do.

“...and the uh, is there a bathroom around here ? I could use a shower or something” you gesture to your dishevelled state, you hadn’t washed properly since before you arrived.

The idea of a hot shower sounded amazing, unlikely, but amazing.

“It’s waiting for you” he pointed at the opposite end of the room, “behind the door”

“I have my own?” your eyes follow his finger, noticing the wooden door tucked away. How can such a cosy little place fit so much?

“that wasn’t there just a sec-”

“Things aren’t always what they seem”

The Goblin King tossed a crystal at you which you instinctively caught, and he vanished.

“why didn’t I think of that?” you mumbled with a yawn, ditching the crystal on the bed and pulling the curtains together again.

You shuck off the cloak, hanging it up next to dad’s jacket.

When you enter the ‘bathroom’, you expect to find a dismal bucket of cold water tied to a string to douse yourself with, but to your surprise, it’s close enough to something you would expect to find in the modern houses back home.

A free standing bath stood in the middle, with a shower behind it and on the left a mirror and sink with assorted brushes and cosmetics.

A crystal bulb hung from the ceiling, though you guessed it was magic illuminating it , not electricity.

Bath or shower?

Shower.

You undress and hop in, turning the tap and adjusting the temperature accordingly.

Ahhh.

You notice various soaps awaiting you and pick one, reading ‘ ginger spices ’ using it to scrub profusely, almost feeling every bit of grim and dirt from the labyrinth wash away.

There was a twinning pair of shampoo and conditioner bottles that you each squeezed into your hands and lavished in your hair one after the other, filling your nose strongly of something unidentifiable but sweet.

You take your time until you feel properly cleansed.

The seal on your wrist still glowers white but the pain is completely gone.

Oh god , you let out a giggle, bouncing around the bathroom, remembering Jareth’s saliva on your skin. Did that really happen?

When you climb out your clothes are gone, replaced by two fluffy towels awaiting you, still warm as you envelope yourself in them and step out of the room feeling practically brand new.

For a minute you forget where you are and almost go to switch on your radio like you would at home when you stop yourself.

You tied the towels around you further to inspect the clothes on the bed and pick out an outfit.

You shift among the shirts and long skirts you finally find a blouse and to your relief some trousers. At least Jareth had decent taste you had to give him that. No jeans though. Sigh.

You collect the rest to put away in the wardrobe when you notice the underwear lying beside them.

They hadn’t been there earlier. He must have slipped them in.

Oh for the love of-!

You hold them distastefully by the tips of your fingers, pinkish white, lacy compared to your usual get up.

You shake the crystal, hissing into it “you’re taking the piss” as if he could hear you. You toss it back onto the bed.

You grit your teeth and slip them on anyway, cursing him under your breath, “ prick prick prick ”

They fit well. Almost too well.

You dress in the trousers and blouse , inspecting yourself in the wardrobe’s mirror.

You turn side on and lift your arms up and down. The trousers are tight like Jareth’s but not uncomfortable, you could see why he wore them so often.

You leave your hair to dry naturally.

You sit on the corner of your new bed, instantly relaxing into it and lying on your stomach.

So this was it, your bedroom, in the castle, your new home. You re-take it all in again.

Your eyes rest on the large metallic gold clock on the wall opposite with two daggers for hands. You notice the addition of the 13th hour rather than your regular clocks at home. So strange

Time.

Forever.

How long was forever?

What were you going to do all day now that there was no school, or responsibilities or friends...or family.

No. Stop it. Can’t think like that.

How boring would eternity get?

You rolled over your back.

Just the concept was boggling.

What if Jareth got bored of you decided he didn't want your company anymore and cast you away?

What the hell am I even doing here?

You unhooked the window, flopping down to inhale the fresh air while marvelling at the view .

You weren’t thrilled by the circumstances of your situation, but you weren’t about to bawl your eyes out over the loss of your aunt and uncle, come on, don’t kid yourself.

You take a frilly white pillow from under your head and hold it to your chest, staring up at the ribbons and pearls hanging from the ceiling.

Your fingers dig into the pillow and you sigh. You felt guilty for not feeling guilty. Not in the slightest. This was your adventure. Yours.

Jan would know what to do in a situation like this.

What would she make of Jareth?

At least she’d approve of the idea that you had some sort of spark with someone of the opposite sex for the first time in forever, even if he was a little older than the boys she’d tried to push you towards.

You smiled to yourself.

Oh yes, you definitely knew what Jan would say about Jareth, things that you would never ever repeat aloud. You shook your head and tutted. You found yourself agreeing with her.

You could almost hear Jan’s tinkling laughter

“enjoy it girly!”

You were attracted to Jareth, any person with two eyes in their head would be attracted to Jareth, he only needed to smirk or make eye contact or flaunt that smarm but that didn’t mean you automatically trusted him. You barely knew him after all. Well, kind of.

Yeah, and ?

And…

You sighed, back at square one with the way you felt all over again.

If only you could phone her. But the lack of electricity had already won that battle. No more conversations with Jan, ever again.

No, nope, no more tears, you can’t change things so get on with it for god’s sake.

That’s what Jan would say, she’d take you by the shoulders and shake you:

“What’s wrong with you? You live in a castle, Slo, with a devastatingly handsome man and living in your literal dreams, you want to throw that away?” You shake your head to yourself “thanks, Jan” you mumble .

A knock at the door interrupts you

“Sloane?” Jareth pokes his head around the circular door, “did you slip down the plughole?”

you roll your eyes, locking the window again “I’m ready if that’s what you’re asking”, you ignore the sarcasm.

You see he’s changed clothing again, dressed in black and blue like the night you first met him, the tall collar emphasises his height as well as the hair.

“apparently”

The expression on his face was something you couldn’t quite read, but it had lightened.

You slip on dad's jacket "let's go".

Thankfully he uses a crystal rather than traipsing all the way back through the castle.

You blink then turn in the rising wind, finding yourself on the drawbridge outside the castle.

You crane your neck, able to see your own room’s window from here that you had been standing in moments ago.

“There’s not much of the castle to see”

Jareth admitted throwing and catching a crystal absent minded

“-so I thought we’d start here, who knows where the wind will take us”

The pair of you crossed over the bridge to potter down some steps and into the city.

_*_

You decided the Goblin City was a place you wouldn’t be frequenting often, you could see why Jareth stuck to the castle.

It was a dirty place, hardly a ‘city’, run ragged, but it was unusual, and therefore in that respect captivated your attention.

Sometimes you spotted the tail end of a creature but mostly the place was deserted.

You’d passed the odd palace guard, but apart from that, there seemed to be hardly anyone around.

Was it always this quiet? You initially got the feeling it would be a more chaotic place.

You couldn’t tell how long you’d milled around but evening looked to be approaching soon. You shoved your hands in your pockets, as Jareth filled you in on where everything was bakeries, taverns and the like.

Having felt you'd seen pretty much everything in the city, t he pair of you began to circle back towards the castle, narrowly avoiding the awkwardness of seeing the ending of the Labyrinth at the gates of the Goblin City.

The castle’s windows were lit up in yellow torchlight.

You reach the drawbridge, making your way inside again, approaching the hubbub from inside.

“It must be rammed in there” you say more to yourself as the noise of voices and cries grow louder with every step.

“Goblins” Jareth bobbed his head nonplussed at the calamity.

" goblins ?" you repeat dryly following behind uncertainly “what are they still doing here?”

The door swings open inviting an uproar of noises.

You clap your hands over your ears “ jesus god”

but it did nothing to muffle the whoops of laughter and racket of things either being dropped or launched into the walls.

The goblins were chasing round the room, singing out of unison or irritating chickens. Chickens?

Jareth did nothing to stop them as you had initially thought he would. Rather in fact, than thundering and silencing the room, he seemed entertained by the ruckus.

He laughed throwing back his head, then ducking without blinking as a rock was launched in the air.

He flopped onto the round seat you’d seen earlier, throwing a leg over the side and just laughed more though you didn’t get the joke.

“you don’t mind?” you cried to be heard over the noise, sitting on the steps leading up to be what you imagined what his throne, since they didn’t look too dirty.

He shrugged, watching them, tapping a staff against his boot “it’s fun”

“fun?”

clearly you both had different ideas of fun .

How he put up with this you did not know.

The mess they’d surely make...you’d taken Jareth for a spick-and-span, silent, strict guy.

A merry goblin whizzed past with a red flag bobbing up and down, attached to its little helmet that covered its face.

Jareth had a drink in his hand that you hadn’t spotted until a second ago.

He caught your glance “like to try some?” he held out his own cup to you

“what is it?” you take a sip

Jareth rolled his eyes “apple juice”

You swallowed and then shuddered at the foul taste, pushing the cup away “ugh that’s disgusting”

“it’s not for it’s pleasantness believe me”

“I’ll stick to the water, thanks” the glass appeared in your hand.

“to the latest Underground citizen” he raised his cup at you in a toasting fashion

“to me”

_*_

The one thing you noticed was that the singing didn’t stop. Jareth even left the throne and began merrily clapping his hands to a tune or two making you giggle. Maybe he wasn’t such the stoic character you’d taken him for in the Labyrinth.

Although it was total and utter chaos , you found yourself fascinated even if the goblins were obviously stupid.

Real life goblins.

That part still you couldn’t get over.

Strange, they seemed totally juvenile, not cunning and devious, not likely to eat children or guard bridges like the books said. Or was that trolls? More or less the same thing, right?

You sighed, realising this was the kind of thing you’d have to get used to thinking through. And I thought talking to a bird was crazy

Another thing you noticed was the odd amount of clocks all shapes and sizes dotted around the throne room, all reading different times. Every now and then one or two hands would creep forwards or even backwards .

Would it be the same time at home? Was the Underground like Australia or something, different time zones? Or would it be the same as it was in England but like an alternative universe whatnot?

You’d already yawned into your elbow twice and was ready to call it a night, enough education for one day.

You sneakily creep out of the throne room without interrupting the “fun” . Jareth would have probably convinced you to stay longer anyway and you could barely keep your eyes open to continue to watch the charade as it is.

Besides, the new bed’s call was strong.

The aimless wandering of the Goblin City had worn you down thoroughly, it was a wonder how you managed a whole day of classes once upon a time.

At least tonight you’d sleep well.

Your footsteps echo down the corridor. By some miracle, you began to recall your steps from earlier this morning. Not so difficult after all.

You pass a black clock, telling you it was almost midnight.

You climb the stairs, trailing your hand up the banister sleepily. You pad along to the hallway coming to rest at your round door, closing it behind you softly.

With a low groan, you flop onto the chair at the desk. You prise off your shoes and gazing out the grand window at the rising smoke from the chimneys in the Goblin City.

Further beyond that you could see tiny lights in the Labyrinth, candles perhaps? Though who could be lighting them though, or what rather.

You shivered and swiftly closed the curtains, grabbing what you assumed were your pyjamas from the drawers.

You crack your back, loosening your trousers .

The door swings open, bumping against the wall, making you jump out of your skin

“what the-” You hurriedly yanked your trousers up .

Jareth staggered in, singing under his breath, he moved to the coat rack to lean against it, giggling slightly. His eyes fell on you , unfocused, and grinned.

“Good evening Ms. Hay…Hazel…well this is a nice turn of events” he giggled again.

“Jareth? What are you talking about” you sigh, buttoning your trousers discreetly, “look I had a nice day and it was cool to see the goblins but I’m shattered, okay?”

“You…in my chamber no less” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively and you folded your arms, not in the mood for his games again.

“you’re in my room actually” you gestured to the walls around you “remember?”

“Oh” the goblin king nodded to himself and then squinted around in the lack of light.

“ah. I thought…the colours were different”. he frowned, rubbing his temple “I must’ve spelled m’yself to the wrong chamber”

"Well you can just spell yourself out again. Wait, are you…” you notice that he seemed to sway backwards and forwards on his feet.

“...are you drunk ?" you ask, but you were not, in fact, surprised to say the least.

His hand slips from his hold on the coat rack and you automatically stepped up to catch him in time from falling flat on his face “woah, careful!”

He laughs over you and you catch the strong sense of alcohol on his breath, face inches from yours.

you pull back wrinkling your nose “you are drunk”

He gave you cheeky, hazy smile. He looked up at you under his lashes “merely had a cup or two…”

“I doubt that “

You struggle in his sloppiness to keep him upright.

You sigh, maneuvering him so that his arm was slung over your shoulder whilst you kept your own around his waist.

This was the first time you’d held him so close since the ballroom.

Jareth looked down at you with a conflicted expression, trying to clear something in his mind or making up his mind whether to say it.

“My rose,” he lamented, “do you forgive me?” he couldn’t look you in the eye partly because he couldn’t focus properly or most likely the guilt that was scrawled across his face.

“Forgive you” you say drily “for what?”

“For everything…thi-this whole, wretch…wre...wretched business” he slurs hiding his face in his elbow miserably.

Despite the awkwardness of trying to keep him upright in his theatrics, you smile at the irony of it all, if only he was sober enough to hear himself.

You give a chuckle at the thought , would sober Jareth be horrified with his inebriated softie self?

“You’re laughing at me!” he says, hurt. “Are my feelings funny to you? My sincerity a joke?” he sneered

“No! I was- look , I forgive you okay? Now will you just sit down ” you helped him to sit on the chair with a thud.

You assess the situation, wanting desperately to kick him out and crawl into bed but the way he kept slipping from being upright without your support ate at your morals.

“I can’t let you leave like this , knowing you you’d probably spell yourself into the Bog and drown or break your neck down the stairs”

Jareth giggles, slumping across the desk and you ran a hand down your face . “fine. fine you can stay, you absolute mess”

In the light spilling in through the curtain’s crack you can see he looks like a wreck, hair matted, make-up smudged across his face.

“Wait there-”

You dash to the bathroom picking up your brush and returning.

You pull him up again to his confusion and begin to drag the brush through the long knotted mess “jesus what did you do?” you mumble. You hold it by the ends so it wouldn’t pull on him.

“i would give you coffee, or something to sober you up with, but I doubt you have that lying around here”

He watched you intensely in the mirror on the desk, never blinking or taking his eyes from you.

“you always take care of me” he says quietly, in a half confused, half statemented tone.

You tip up a smile “did I have a choice in either situation? The Goblin King isn’t so high and mighty after all” you bring the brush up again then sweeping it down.

“you take care of me” he repeated “always”.

Your eyes met in the mirror and you stop brushing.

You hum under your breath, shaking off the stare

“you have nice hair”

You ran a hand through it experimentally, making him shiver violently .

Jareth pushed himself up, or tried to, clumsy and uncoordinated under the influence of the alcohol.

Despite your weak attempts to keep him in place he was stronger than he looked and managed to stand momentarily before sprawling forward over you again.

"Why do you hate me Sloane?" He asked, his face within inches of yours. "I only wanted to make you happy."

“I don’t hate you” you huff under his pressing weight to seat him on the foot of the bed

“you just-“ you huff “-have a funny way of doing things”

You lean him up against the post of the bed but he loses balance and instead falls flat on his back onto the bed.

You try to pull him up again but you’re not strong enough and just leave him.

So much for sleeping. Your legs were killing you after all the walking

“Scooch over” you motion, and plopped yourself down on your bed that he was currently hogging

“that's more like it," Jareth giggled.

On his back, looking so vulnerable and exposed, he looks angelic, hair spread out around him. His eyes slide open catching your staring and smirks. Of course he smirks.

“Won’t you kiss me goodnight?” he said, playful look in his eye “just a little one”

You didn’t mean to keep appealing to his ego and inwardly cursed yourself.

“I don’t think so” you raise your eyebrows “just because you’re drunk and helpless doesn’t mean I have amnesia”

“Ah ha! What a little liar!” he whoops “I think someone’s just a chicken” Jareth teases making clucking noises

“Oh really, you’re going with that one”

“Chicken it is then,” He says provokingly in a sing song voice.

Jareth continues to make the stupid noises and even the wing movement, still lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“ wrong ” You protest, voice wavering but it only amuses him further “that’s- that's just cheap.”

“Chicken, cheap,” he giggles like a child.

The Goblin King manages to lie on his side, resting his head on a pillow he had his arm looped around, facing you.

You subconsciously hugged your arms more tightly to yourself, as if doing so could fend off his brazen gaze. A gaze that kept shamelessly lowering and making your heart speed.

“You know, it is high treason to refuse your king” he winks .

The smooth fucker, even when drunk he manages to be flawless in a kind of rough around the edges way.

You threw back your head laughing at his typical self, flopping against the pillows on your back beside him.

Jareth suddenly rolls over on you in a flash, as he slid an arm around your waist catching you off guard. His body pinning you down having you completely cornered.

“What are you-“

“I can see you want it,” his hand cupping your cheek, you flush deeply having nowhere else to look or escape.

“that tell-tale breathing, that flush on your chest, the shifting-” he pushes the tip of his nose into your throat making your breath hitch, trailing down to the base .

“No” you breathe but your mind had other ideas, clouding your judgement Yes! Yes! apparently so did your own body by its burning response down there.

“ No ,” you repeat more forcefully liar liar .

You push him off gently but you still can't shake the intensity of that look “You’re-I’m- you’re drunk”

The Goblin King gave a lopsided grin “very well” and removed his hands immediately and rolling back over to put them behind his head, nestling his face sleepily in the crook of his elbow.

What the hell was that.

You’re not sure who the question is aimed at.

You part your mouth to say something then close it, and then part it again.

You sit up , leaning on your elbow to stare at him. Jareth hummed under his breath, blinking a few times at the ceiling hazily.

You sigh. oh what the hell

“It’s not like you’ll remember it anyway”

Before you even know what you’re doing or change your mind, you lean in, heart thudding and pull him in by the jacket lapels.

Jareth seems to spring out of his drunken state, suddenly fully awake and eagerly aims for your mouth, but you turn your head so he only snags your cheek.

You still manage to catch the warmth of his breath and the tip of his soft lips.

You draw away, but he removes his hands from behind his head to cling to your forearms pulling you in closer for more.

“ohhhh no, uh-uh!” you laughed wriggling away from his wandering hands. You push his head back onto the pillows.

Jareth can’t fight back, too inebriated and pouts against the plush cushion with his arms folded “ ’snot fair” he mumbles.

You can’t help but giggle at his sulky state “good night you royal pain in the arse”. You pull the cover over him.

“Mmmf” he rubs his eyes and turns over.

You shake your head and it’s not long before he’s snoring.

You sigh, no bed for you tonight.

You manage to whip off a blanket from under his leg and tug one of the pillows out from underneath him forcefully.

He’s spread himself diagonally, giving you little to no room left so you settle for the floor. At least the rug is thick.

It’s not ideal, but did you have much choice?

You close your eyes, begging for sleep after an exhausting day.

The noise startles you.

What in the hell

It was Jareth’s snores. Oh for the love of-

You clap your hands over your ears. This couldn’t be happening. Why is it so loud!

You lie on your side, firmly closing your eyes hoping to just drift off but the snoring is relentless.

“ Jareth for fuck’s sake ” you say aloud

you imagine stuffing one of the pillows in his mouth. Ugh! Would it be wrong to shove him off and pretend he rolled over too far in his sleep? No you couldn’t, that would be so mean, those stones would hurt.

Cosmic! Just cosmic!

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〚ELEVEN〛

"Why do birds need to walk though. They've got wings. It's unfair lowkey."

"Bro.. they don't have intellect and shit... We've got that... we're still superior bro."

"Shut dude... you're right... but still having wings would be fuckin' tight."

"Just flappin' them around an' shit. I'd just go fly onto buildings, dude. Sleep there and shit."

"Fucking shut up- oh my god." Youngi groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Just- shut up. Stop talking. Eat your food and don't talk."

Jungkook giggled, gulping down another spoonful of cocopops. It was a Sunday morning, and everyone was in casual attire, hanging out at the cafeteria hall and then doing god-knows-what till the end of the day.

"Jungkookie!" Jungkook heard loudly, and lifted his head and saw V walked towards the table, silver hair pulled back by a blue bandana, loose black shirt and sweatpants on. He looked hot as fuck.

Jungkook watched with big eyes as V walked over to him and then slapped some kind of a pamphlet onto the table. "Sunday."

Jungkook, a little confused, looked down at the pamphlet. "There's an art exhibition happening in our school. Artsy kids from all over Korea are coming, there's some kind of a gallery being set up. Usually this is just for seniors, but I convinced the principal to sign you up."

Jungbook paused, big eyes blinking in confusion. He looked at V slowly. "W-what?" He squeaked out, and V chuckled, sitting down beside him.

"Yeah! I have to help chaperone the kids because, y'know, I'm football captain or what not. And I know you like doing and.." V trailed, and Jungkook found his cheeks turning a rosy red.

"O-oh!" Jungkook said, and then gripped the pamphlet, gulping. He read over it, and his blush only grew. He couldn't look V in the eyes. "You-you really didn't have to t-though.."

"What? I'm gonna give you something and not even get a little thank you, Jeon?" V rasped to Jungkook, who turned and realised their close proximity. He gulped, seeing V's eyes looking intensely into his.

"V's being nice? To Jeon Jungkook? Hang on guys, I think I'm high-" Jin said, and the guys started laughing.

Jungkook smiled to himself, and then looked at V. "C_could you come with me right now to discuss the details for this?" Jungkook asked, and V nodded quickly, and they both got up and rushed out of the cafeteria.

Jimin looked at where they went off, and then looked at the guys. "Let's hope they don't beat each other up. I have noticed, though, that they're not as rude to each other anymore. I mean, we actually get through football practice." Jimin laughed, and Namjoon nodded.

"Fucking finally, right?" Namjoon snickered, and the others nodded, and the got back to discussing about birds.

Jungkook and V rushed towards the nearest janitor closet, and then Jungkook opened the door quickly and walked in, and V followed suit, closing the door. The moment he did, Jungkook grabbed V close and kissed him hard.

V smiled into the kiss, letting his hands slip from Jungkook's back to his waist. Jungkook hummed into the kiss, throwing his arms over his shoulders, and then pulling away.

"Thank you." Jungkook whispered, and then smiled. "I-It's genuinely really nice of you." Jungkook said timidly, and V looked to the other side, clearing his throat.

"It's no big deal."

"No, it is! I-I mean- you convinced the teacher to let me participate? That is a big deal-"

"Jeon, I said it wasn't a big deal. Stop.. being gay about it." V snapped quickly, and Jungkook nodded, looking down.

But he couldn't help but smile to himself, and then let out a giggle, covering his mouth with his hands. V raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing." Jungkook said quickly, looking back up at him, smoothening the front of his t-shirt. "Just that.. I'm starting to think I'm a little special to you. That's all." Jungkook teased, and V looked at him for a few seconds, and then grabbed his wrists.

V didn't say anything, just leaned down and pressed their lips together, pinning Jungkook against the wall. Jungbook hummed into his lips, letting him get placed against the wall. V let his hands go and slipped his own down to Jungkook's ass.

Jungkook pulled away, breathing heavily, and then reached his hands up, fixing V's bandana a little bit, brushing off strands of silver hair. He let his eyes trail down and met V's eyes, and then smiled a little.

"You wanna.. come see my art stuff?" Jungkook said in a small voice. "I need to paint today. Do you wanna sit with me in the art room upstairs?"

"What the fuck am I going to do watching you paint? Sounds boring as shit," V laughed, and Jungkook pulled his hands back.

"Yeah but we can be togeth-"

"I could literally list 20 more things I could be doing. Sorry Jeon, but unless you suck my dick while painting- I'm good." V said, and then slapped Jungkook's ass quickly and turned around to walk out of the door.

Jungkook watched him walk out, and felt a little.. unsatisfied with that response. He sighed to himself and then walked out of the janitor's closet, seeing V walking up to the cafeteria. Before V walked into the cafeteria, he turned and looked at Junkook, who walked up to him.

"My place before lunch, kay?" V said, and Jungkook shook his head.

"I can't. I have art stuff." Jungkook said. "And now I have the exhibition thingy tomorrow and need to work for that."

V huffed, scratching the back of his head. He laughed to himself. "Jeez, I get you this whole thing and can't ever get same nice head after?"

Jungbook frowned. "I thought you selected me 'cause you thought I was good and like art.."

"Well, yeah. You're talented or whatever- but I was hoping this meant you could let me doggy style you." V said to him huskily, and Jungkook frowned harder.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go work on art." Jungkook mumbled, pushing him away lightly.

V scoffed, seeing Jungkook walk the other way. "Jeon," V called out, and Jungkook felt this stupid hitch in his stomach. probably a stomach ache, he presumed. But then, he felt V grab his hips and spin him around.

"You're so fucking annoying." V snapped, and Jungkook frowned. "Fine, I'll come with you to your stupid art room. But only because you're forcing me! Not because I want to see you do artsy stuff." V said, and Jungkook blushed.

V started walking, and Jungkook rushed to catch up with him, heart beating fast. Something which felt like butterflies erupted in his stomach. Something unknown.

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"Jungkook?" A voice said, and Jungkook turned. It was one of the art students from the grade above, Nayeon. "Are you in the exhibition?" She asked.

Jungkook nodded. "Yes. I put my stuff up." He explained, and she nodded. "Okay, good! I just need to give you lD's for this thing, identification purposes. Here's yours," She said, taking out an ID with Jungkook's name on it. Jungkook took the ID and pinned it to his shirt.

Nayeon took out another ID. "And this one.. same guy from your batch, I have no clue. Taehyung?"

Jungkook frowned. "What? There's no 'Taehyung' in our batch." Jungkook said, and she handed him the ID. He looked at it.

Kim Taehyung. Junghook's literally never heard that name before. "Well, he's in your batch, so please give the ID to him." She said, and then rushed off.

It was the night of the exhibition thing, and Jungkook felt kind of out of place and.. scared. Everyone was from other schools and older and he felt insecure about his art he put up. It was one he made ages ago. He had it put up in the end of the room. His was in the end and the lights weren't great here, but he didn't really care. He's glad he got to be a part of this.

v where are you

jungkook im in the end of the room. near the washrooms.

v come here. they've got great snacks

jungkook get me some

v no

jungkook pwease

v fine

Jungbook walked towards the food table or whatever, and then saw V walking towards him, wearing a suit. A suit.

Black trousers, a while button up (which was not fully buttoned up, the first two or three butters opened) and a black suit jacket with a fat expensive looking watch on his wrist. Along with all that, he had a black bandana on his head.

Jungkook's mouth went dry at the sight.

"C'mon. Let's get you all filled up with food so you don't get tired by the end of this." V said, and Jungkook looked at him with big eyes.

He was so fucking handsome.

He looked tall and.. grand, really, in this lighting. With his tan skin enunciated in the light, dark eyes, playful smirk and silver hair. Jungkook didn't know he would be wearing a suit.

Jungkook felt a little dumb now, in his tight black trousers and white shirt with a black collar. He looked dumb compared to V.

"Hello?" V snapped, clicking Jungkook out of his thoughts. "You okay?" V chuckled, and Jungkook nodded quickly, cheeks pink.

Jungkook looked over at the food table, and gasped. "Look at that chocolate fountain!" Jungkook said in awe, and V hummed.

"I know right. I dipped some strawberries in 'em." V said, and Jungkook looked around and grabbed a slice of orange.

"Ew. Chocolate dipped orange?" V said in disgust, and Jungkook looked at him. "The strawberries are all out. I wanna try."

"Okay fine. I'll try with the.. sushi." V said, and Jungkook gasped, seeing V pick up sushi with a pair of wooden chopsticks lying on the table.

"No! V- please don't dip the sushi in choc-" Jungkook started, and then squealed out in laughter when V dipped the sushi into the chocolate, and then put it into his mouth.

Jungkook started laughing loudly, and saw V made a disgusted face and then grab a tissue quickly and spit the food out. Some of the teachers glared at them, so Jungkook put his hand over his mouth, still giggling.

V threw the tissue into the bin and then started laughing himself. It was all cute until they were both reduced to a fit of giggles over trying various foods dipped in chocolate.

Jungkook cringed when he bit into a shrimp cocktail dipped in chocolate, and V did as well after swallowing a bite of a spring roll dipped in chocolate.

"This is disgusting!" Jungkook cried, and V laughed. "It's fucking gross, I hate us."

Jungkook giggled, picking up a piece of lettuce and dipping it into the chocolate. "Here try this," Jungkook said, reaching it to V's lips.

But V was looking to the other side, and then patted Jungkook's shoulder. "I'll be back in a minute." V said, and Jungkook nodded, and V rushed off. So Jungkook grabbed a plate and put some crackers and strawberries on them, covering it with chocolate.

He started getting a little giddy at the thought of V coming back to him. Maybe after the event was over they'd go back to V's dorm and V would fuck him in the-

"Hey." Jimin said, and Jungkook looked up. "Hi! You're here?" Jungkook asked in confusion, and Jimin hummed. "Yeah. Just decided to come and see the exhibition. Art teacher allowed me to." Jimin said.

Jungkook smiled. "Nice! Go see my stuff, okay." Jungkook said, and Jimin nodded, and then snickered. "Check out V over there. God, classic V behavior." Jimin said, and Jungkook looked over at where he was pointing at.

Jungkook saw V talking to.. Eka, he thinks. She was in a small red dress and looked quite pretty. They were talking, and Jungkook saw how V was laughing at something she was saying, smirking at her cheekily, making her blush, patting her ass while whispering something to her.

Which made him think. Does Taehyung act like this with everyone?

More importantly, why was Jungkook... upset?

Jealous? Kind of.. but more than anything a little upset? Why the fuck was he upset? V talked and flirted with girls all the time, Jungkook never cared.

V would literally fuck him in a crying mess and then they'd leave the room and pretend nothing happened. Jungkook would see V tell a girl she's 'hot but would look hotter in his bed' in Chemistry and then later be in V's bed.

It never upset him.

But now it does. Why?

"Yeah." Jungkook laughed nervously, and then turned back around, taking a small strawberry and popping it into his mouth.

"I'm gonna go look around. You should probably go back to your art thing, no?" Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook saw Jimin walk away, and then found himself walking over to where V was standing. With Eka, and some more guys and girls. Those popular kids.

"Hey." Jungkook said softly to V, who was talking to one of the guys. Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and then tapped on V's shoulder. V turned to see him.

"What?" V said, voice coming out harsher than Jungkook expected.

"Y-you- um- you wanna come see my art stuff?" Jungkook asked in a small voice, and V hummed. "Later." V mumbled, and then turned back to the other girls and guys, laughing at whatever they were saying.

Jungkook stood behind V, feeling this terrible twist in his tummy. He was hoping it was the chocolate taco he ate earlier, but he doesn't think it was.

"Did you guys see that freshmen kid walking around?" One of the guys said, probably a senior. "So fucking gay, bro. He had that dumb rainbow flag shit on his backpack. We told him to cut that shit out but he tried sassing us like the fag he was," The guy said, and Jungkook stilled.

"Ugh, that sounds gross." Eka mumbled. "We should do something about that."

"V? I saw him walking around here somewhere. Wanna go show him what's what?" The guy snickered, and V nervously paused for a second.

Jungkook found himself frowning a little. "He's just 14 or 15.. just a kid. I'm sure he's not trying to do any harm." Jungkook said softly, and then V looked at him.

"Jungkook, don't you need to go next to your exhibition or whatever?" V said, and Jungkook paused.

"No.. it doesn't start for another 10 minutes." Jungkook said, and V gave Jungkook an annoyed look which Jungkook didn't understand.

"Just- go next to the food place or something." V said sharply, grabbing the plate from Jungkook's hands and keeping it on the table next to him for himself.

Jungkook frowned, looking at V in confusion. "B-but that's my-"

"Jeon," V snapped, and Jungkook gulped. Usually he would snap back or think this was playful rivalrous banter happening between the two, but Jungkook felt his stomach drop.

"I-I'll go." Jungkook squeaked, and then turned around and walked away. He heard those guys laugh, and rushed closer to where his painting was, and then just stood there for the rest of the time.

Half an hour or so later, when Jungkook decided he was a little tired and wanted to go back to his dorm. Not a lot of people were coming to his area anyway, and he wanted to watch tv in peace in his dorm, so he made up some excuse for the art teacher and walked out of the banquet hall.

Jungkook didn't see V anywhere, and began walking down the hallway towards the exit of the building. Just the thought of seeing V somewhere got him a little excited, and he didn't know why.

Jungkook went down the stairs, and then stopped.

He heard some sounds.

He heard a loud groan, a cry. "P-please- I'm sorry-"

Jungkook heard some more sounds, a sound of a locker banging, followed by laughter. He rushed down the steps and turned the corner of the wall, and then froze.

It was a kid, a 14 year old kid with brightly colored hair standing with his back against a locker. Eka, that other dude, and V were all there, along with some more of them, standing around him.

"Shut up, geez. You chose to get it up your ass, now deal with the consequences of it." Eka snapped, and then Jungkook saw with widened eyes as V grabbed the boy and slammed him against the locker quite hard.

"This is what you get for being a gay bitch, don't you? Told you to cut it out, didn't we?" V growled to him with a smirk, and the others started laughing, and Jungkook saw how the younger boy quivered in fear.

Eka turned her head and saw Jungkook standing there with big eyes. "Oh hey Jeon. Enjoy the show," Eka said with a laugh.

"Fucking faggot-" V started with a snicker, and then heard what Eka said and froze.

V turned his head, and saw Jungkook standing there with widened eyes, looking.. both confused and scared.

V instantly let go of the guy, and the poor kid just stood against the locker fearfully. V looked a little guilty and red handed himself, looking almost regretful.

"Jungkook-" V started, and Jungkook looked at him. "Shut up. Just shut the fuck up." He snapped, and V gulped, looking down. Guilty as he should be.

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1.How many pets do you own? One: my 3 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. 2. What’s your least favorite season? I despise summer. 3. Do you prefer to text or call? Text. Don’t do much of that either, but definitely prefer that over talking on the phone. 4. Morning or night? Night. 5. Do you like tacos? I’m not as into them anymore. Ever since I haven’t been able to eat spicy food (which has been for the past few years), tacos just don’t really do it for me now. Adding hot sauce or salsa was the best part for me.

6. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I’m an hardcore introvert. 7. What’s your favorite desert? I’m not fond of deserts. 8. Do you enjoy walks? No. 9. Are you a frequent user of Facebook? I check like 2-3 times a day, but I don’t spend much time on it. I just scroll through the feed for a few minutes and “like” some stuff. Maybe share a funny/relatable/interesting post now and then. 10. Do you watch animated shows still? I still watch Rugrats, Hey Arnold, and Doug. 11. Can you roll your tongue? Nope. 12. What’s your “lucky” number? I don’t have one, but my favorite number is 8. 13. Are you scared of anything? A lot of things. 14. Big mac or big whopper? Big Mac. 15. Do you like to play board games? Yeah! I just never have anyone to play with :( <<< Aww, same. 16. Are you fond of romantic novels? I like to read books with a mix of romance and drama or mystery. 17. Fruitloops or cocopops? Froot Loops. 18. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? I’d sure love a million dollars, but asklfjkslfjlsjf I don’t think I could do it! I know I couldn’t. 19. Are you a heavy drinker? I don’t drink. 20. Would you forgive someone for cheating? I don’t know. I wouldn’t know unless I was in the situation, which I hope to never be. 21. Are you superstitious? I do the whole “knock on wood” thing, but I think it’s just out of habit now ha. 22. Have you seen A Clockwork Orange? Once. It’s uh....interesting. 23. Do you like to read? I love to read. 24. Are you easily distressed? Yes. 25. Do you believe in aliens? No. 26. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be? I don’t like that. :( 27. Dogs or cats? Dogs. 28. Are you a grumpy person? Yeah. I get very moody and irritable. 29. What’s something you hate? Abuse. 30. Are you a worry wart? Yeppp. 31. Do you like having your picture taken? No. 32. Do you like cotton candy? Yeah. Wow, I couldn’t tell you the last time I had any, though. 33. Would you ever use a dating site? Nah, not my thing. 34. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. 35. Rap or pop? I like both. 36. What’s the weirdest flavor of ice cream you’ve tried? I tried asparagus flavored ice cream once, which was *BARF*. I don’t like asparagus, so no big surprise there. I was convinced to try it, though. I don’t know why the hell asparagus ice cream is even a thing. I’ve also tried bean ice cream, which was also very disgusting. 37. Do you like math? Nooooo. 38. Are you the type of person to laugh at others misfortune? Wow, absolutely not. There’s nothing amusing about other people’s hardships. 39. Love or lust? Love. 40. Do you remember lyrics easily? Yeah. 41. What was/is your favorite school subject? English. And obviously psychology once I got to college, which is what I majored in. 42: Do you like tattoos? I don’t mind them. I’m not a big fan of a lot of tattoos, though. 43. Are you the type of person to lie? I’m not a compulsive liar, but I do lie sometimes. It’s usually to downplay something or avoid something. 44. Do you eat porridge for breakfast? I do love a good bowl of oatmeal. I haven’t had any in a long time, though. 45. What music are you listening to right now? I’m not. I’m listening to an ASMR video. 46. Are you allergic to anything? Tangerines. 47. Do you like Lady Gaga? I like a few of her songs. 48. What about Nick Minaj? I like some of her songs and features, too. 49. Do you like rainy days? I love them. 50. Last question, do you like pie? Nope.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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Angst you say?

Eren didn't want to shut Levi out, but between coming off his pills, loosing dancing, being pregnant and being told he very may loose his pup from all the stress he was under, Levi's probing was way too much right now... Even if it was therapeutic to vent. Everything had hit him all at once when he'd seen Levi's concerned face at Hanji's. He hated knowing Levi was worried. He hated making him look that way. He didn't want to make his alpha feel worse, that's why he'd only told him he couldn't dance anymore, rather than that he was pregnant and could miscarry at any time. As it was, he'd have to call his Ballroom partner and let her know that he wouldn't be around for the next few weeks... knowing that he'd be letting her down. For an alpha, Sasha had all the strength, but the personality of an omega. She loved her weapons, just as much as she loved her soft things. Most of her partnerships had fallen short due to her excitable personality, leaving her wondering why she'd started dancing at all. Her husband Connie had two left feet, according to Sasha, and his prankster personality made it hard to take dancing seriously, not that she truly did, but she did love it. He really liked Sasha, and she didn't think any less of him for being an omega... even when she was giving him shit for it. Waking up, Eren couldn't understand why he was so hot. His eyes feeling gritty as he forced them open, finding Levi's face millimetres from his. Right. He'd had a stupid breakdown over everything. Coming off his pills, combing with the nausea of pregnancy had left a lot of his functions fluctuating. His fainting spell coming from dehydration and the fact his body was struggling with it all. That would explain it... Wriggling from Levi's hold, the alpha tried to cling to him, mumbling his name. Fuck... he couldn't remember the last time they'd woken up like this... probably since before Viren had gotten his feet under him. When he was a small pup, they'd spend hours laying in bed, watching him sleep and dreaming of their future. Shit. He'd missed this. Their bed. Levi's cuddles... he couldn't do this right now. Escaping the bed, he found Titan had even wandered in, sprawling across the bottom of the bed like he'd never given his position to in the first place. Flicking his tail, he pretty much confirmed Eren's thoughts. If he could talked he'd, no doubt, say how happy he was that it was just the three of them again. Wrapping his arms around his waist. Eren looked towards Viren's bedroom. He might have needed a break, but it felt so cruel to send Viren away. The boy hadn't done anything wrong. Not in loving Levi... and if he did grow to be an alpha, he was only giving Eren the respect he deserved as a fucked up omega. Showering and dressing, he walked out to find Levi in the kitchen. His head was pounding like a bass drum. The last thing he wanted to do was pretend to be human, let alone a functioning one. Bed was soooo close. He could make... oh... nope, Levi was looking at him "Hey, you. How did you sleep?" "I could use another 20 years worth" Levi snorted, shaking his head. How the fuck did he manage to look so fucking good in the morning? "Come sit down and I'll make you breakfast. I thought we could go shopping today" "What happened to work?" "You're more important. How does shopping sound?" Like peopling... and being nice to people... and seeing people... "Can I have some painkillers? My head hurts" "You need water. You're still dehydrated" Walking over to the dining table, it was weird that Viren wasn't there. That he wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter talking to Levi, or stealing treats. Sitting down, he drew his right knee up, to rest his chin on it. Watching Levi bringing over a tall glass of milk, and two small white tablets. Placing them down, Eren guessed he should be happy that Levi wasn't checking him a for a fever "What do you want for breakfast?" "I'll make some cereal in a minute" "I'll make you cereal. Which one do you want? I think we have cocopops" "They're Viren's. I have cornflakes in the pantry" "Just because our son likes most of the same shit you do, doesn't mean you should go without" "It's fine. I don't feel hungry" "Were you sick again?" "No..." "Maybe you're getting better? Did you mention the bug yesterday?" Bug. He could live with the pup being called bug "Yeah. They just said to keep my fluids up" "I didn't see your appointment on the fridge" "It's on Friday the twenty-second at 4" "So Friday" Shit. He'd been sure it was next week "Yeah. Well, we need to be down in Paradis and I wanted to get it done before then" They'd offered to give him an ultrasound, but he didn't want one. Not with Hanji so close... he wanted to wait and see, as to whether he'd miscarry or not "Ok. I'll add it to the calendar, and see that I'm off" "I told you I can take myself" Downing the pills and gulping down the milk, he prayed they'd kick in soon. Pottering around the kitchen, Levi pulled out the container of cornflakes. He really suited his role as a dad. He might have gained some more wrinkles and there may now be more than a few grey hairs creeping in, but it really suited him. He was so good with Viren... "I thought we could go clothes shopping for you. It's getting cold again, and we are going on holiday" "I don't need clothes" His clothes were fine. They did the job. His anxieties decided to flare... the little voices arses as usual. Maybe this was Levi's way of telling him he needed to stop looking like a slob. It was so hard to have anything nice with kids in and out of the apartment. Something was always being spilt or there was vomit, or tears or... stuff. He binned his clothes when they got super holy... and there'd been a mass binning after Viren round a pair of scissors. Binning his yoga pants had nearly made him cry. Not that he had time for yoga... he'd have even less when the pup came... but Levi really didn't seem that keen on having another pup... Maybe he was starting to like him again because he was thin again... and he didn't dress in "girly" clothes anymore...? There was too much to think about. His brain hurt without the added pain of thoughts "Eren?" "What? Sorry" "I was saying you should let me buy you some new things" Eren pushed a smile to his lips, feeling it fall short. He didn't need Levi to buy things for him. He had money. He had more money than he knew what to do with. More money than he'd ever thought he'd have "Yeah. Maybe... it depends if I like anything" "You could probably get a few nice dresses or tops. Whatever you like. You always look good to me" It wasn't because he didn't look like a girl anymore? Did Levi want him to look more girl like? It seemed like so long since he'd bought his own clothes... and it wasn't like he didn't have nice clothes. He couldn't go Ballroom dancing in sneakers and a holy shirt... he just didn't want the kids ruining the few nice things he had. He'd had to hide the charm bracelet Levi had gifted him, along with the glass dolphin as Viren had tried to destroy them both "Ok" "Good" "When's Viren coming home?" Levi frowned at him, Eren feeling guiltier. He'd forced him to send his son away... "Whenever I call Hanji" "You should. He won't understand why you're not there" "He's healthy and he's safe..." "It feels cruel" "You need time to recharge" "You". Not "we". Levi was only doing this because he was so weak. Shit... Jumping up from his seat, Eren ran to the bathroom sink. Throwing up the milk and pills he'd just swallowed, a hand went to his stomach as he groaned. Placing a hand on Eren's back, Levi rubbed it softly, as he nuzzled into Eren's shoulder "You really should let me take..." "I've been to hospital. I don't need to go back. I had a piss and blood test. If it was something to worry over, I'd still be there" He sounded so fucking pissy. No wonder Levi rushed to soothing mode "Ok. Ok. I'm worried, that's all" "Stop it. I didn't ask for your help or worry!" Crap. He'd snapped at Levi. Shit. Coughing, it turned wet as he vomited again "Eren" "Fuck it. I'm not going to be able to eat breakfast. Let's just go do whatever you wanted to" "I wanted to take you shopping... for you" "I don't need anything. Save your money" For someone who actually deserved it "Eren. I want to start trying to fix things between us. I want to buy you things. I want to do things with you... I want to make this work. Last night, you were rejecting me. It hurt. It hurt to know I pushed you that far" "It's not just you to blame. I'm the one who's..." "I know what you're going to say, but you're not. You're not fucked in the head. Or crazy. You're exhausted and stressed. You're also my omega. I want to live up to the promises I made you. So stop thinking you're a basket case, and stupid, or whatever" "It's the same thing" "No, it's not. I know you're not crazy" "Because I didn't freak out on you yesterday" "And how often you freak out. You haven't had a panic attack that severe in a while" That Levi knew about... even when medicated, they'd still come, though milder. The ones off of his meds... yeah. He knew he was still a basket case. He couldn't have this pup. Not like this... he'd have to talk with his doctor about options... he didn't want to abort it, but he was a bad mum and a bad omega "Why don't you change into something warmer? I'll make you some toast for breakfast" "I told you I can't eat" "You need to. It's not healthy not to. Even if it's just a slice of toast, you need something in your stomach" He wasn't going to win... no matter what he did or said.... "Fine. I'll go change" Levi kissed his shoulder. Eren instantly wanting to cave into the man's touch. He wanted Levi to love him like he used to. When he'd randomly kiss him, or hug him, or jump into the shower with him, or wrap his arms around him and cling like a child as he cooked... He missed laying in bed talking and snuggling. He missed having real adult conversations, and watching scary movies to make fun of them. God. He longed for it all... Feeling his emotions well, his omega snarkily reminded him that he could have all of that, if he wasn't such a sorry excuse for an omega. He hadn't missed the insults his omega would supply. He hadn't missed feeling this shitty. He hadn't missed his paranoia or depression. He definitely hadn't missed feeling like he was walking on eggshells around his own emotions. No. He hadn't missed any of that. * Dragged shopping, Eren kept trying to put things back. While Levi kept putting things in the shopping trolley. He was trying not to let the fact he was pregnant influence his purchases. If Levi had wanted another pup from him, he wouldn't be using two condoms or avoiding the subject. That was the clear answer to their problem. Shorts it was. It was still warm enough to pull them off He ended up with an insane amount of new clothes and shoes that he was sure he didn't need. They wouldn't stay nice and new for long. He couldn't help but pick up clothes for Viren. Levi brushed off his enquiries of where his new clothes were. His alpha was better at buying new clothes for himself than Eren had been since Viren's birth, and anything that Levi had wore to death, was magically replaced thanks to online shopping. Despite the fact it would probably never be used, Eren did manage to buy some new makeup colour pallets and foundation. He missed the days where he used to take such good and careful care of his skin, only his stretch marks and suicide scars got any attention these days. Levi had naturally perfect skin. The alpha never knew his pain, or the pain of a breakout. It was hard to accept acne when it was on your face, as acne had such an ugly stigma. His changing hormones had brought more pimples than he knew what to do with. No one chose acne, but they did choose to be a dick about it. After clothes shopping, Levi forced him to have a manicure and pedicure, while the alpha took care of something. He didn't know what, only that Levi kissed him, then disappeared off to wherever he had in mind, leaving Eren to trail into the salon in a state of confusion. Was it wrong that he was kind of feeling a little better, up until Levi had left? He had Levi's undivided attention. His mate was listening to his words, and his son wasn't throwing a tantrum over Levi paying attention to him. He was so fucking selfish. His son was just a pup. He deserved all Levi's attention, and Levi deserved to be happy. Struggling with his anxieties, he barely made his wishes understood, clumsily pointing out a nice cheese-leaf design for his fingers. Coming back mid-pedicure, Levi was sans their shopping. Standing over the woman doing his nails, his mate crossed his arms, while Eren found himself staring. His stomach was rolling like there was no tomorrow, for the first time in a long time, he really wanted to scratch... he should be enjoying this. Levi wanted him to enjoy this. Fucking pregnancy meaning no sanity pills. Levi could have just said he was off to put the shopping in the car, maybe he was mad over how much they'd ended up buying? Eren had said no. He'd even tried to put things back because they were way too much... but Levi had pulled out his m card and paid for it all without giving him a chance to pay for himself. Lifting his feet out the water to dry them, the small beta woman asked what colour he wanted his toenails. Levi pulled a face like it was weird, so he left it to his alpha, as a small stab of revenge. Levi choosing a dark green that he hadn't even noticed. It was nice, but he wasn't sure he wanted green toes until she started painting them. Mentally sighing to himself, he'd have to remember to wear shoes, or risk upsetting Viren. But hey, at least it went with his silver fingernails and their dainty leaf design. Leaving the salon, Levi wrapped his arm around his waist. Eren's knees nearly going weak as his alpha's scent wrapped around him "Is there anything else we need to get? Or is it just food shopping, left?" "I need to get a suitcase. I don't have one, and I think Viren needs a new one. His is filled with toys" "He does know he can't take all his toys with him" "He's two, nearly, three. He doesn't understand that he is coming back" "You know, you're really good with him. I know things haven't been great, but you've always kept trying to do what was best for him. He's lucky to have you as a mum" "I wouldn't say that" "Eren" "It's true. I'm not much of a mum" "You are. You run the whole household. You keep us all in check. You cook. You clean. You pay the bills. You make the appointments. You know what needs to be done and you take care of it. I'm so proud of you, and I'm sorry I've been putting so much pressure on you" "I don't do much... I mean. I'm usually with the kids" "I don't have the patience to spend the day chasing after four kids. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry you can't dance right now. But... it's temporary right?" "If you're asking if I'm dying, I'm not" "That's not what I meant. I mean, you're ok. Or you're going to be ok with rest, right?" "Yes, Levi. I'll be fine. They just said u pushed myself too far while sick. When it passes, I should be able to go back to dancing" "I wish you'd told me" "Why?" "Because... you need more you time. I could have looked after Viren, or I could dropped you off, or picked you up" "Viren likes the bus... so does Anna" "Hanji said Anna wants to start dancing" "She wants to do ballet. She's very much the little princess" "What about Viren?" "He hates it. He doesn't mind the crèche, but they're really good with the kids there" "What activities do they do?" "I'm not allowed to tell. He said so" Levi rolled his eyes "He's 2" "And silly mummy isn't allowed to tell daddy anything. That's what he said" "Eren, you know you can tell him off. Smacking his bum for misbehaving isn't the same as putting him through what you went through" Eren nearly laughed. Levi thought he didn't disciplined Viren? Wow... he was even more useless than he thought "Yeah. Sure... anyway, Viren will want a red suitcase" "I said the wrong thing again, didn't I?" "No. I just don't want to talk about it" "We need to. He can't treat you without respect. I refuse to let it keep happening" "Levi, he's just a pup, and I'm not the only mum this has happened to" "It doesn't make it ok. You didn't... you didn't nearly die giving birth for things to be like this. And I didn't promise to marry you, for to be trapped in a life where you're suffering" This was all too heavy. Hitting far too close to home, and it all felt like too little too late "I proposed to you, remember" "And I promised to protect and love you. I love you, but somewhere along the line I started taking you for granted" Ouch. That. That one hurt. Knowing it, was different from hearing it out loud "I grew to expect you waiting at home with Viren. And didn't think about what that meant for you. About how hard it would be for you to be alone" But he wasn't alone. He had Viren. And Anna. And Hanji, and Marco, and Mina and Anka. He had Sasha and Connie. And the people at the dance studio. The only person he didn't have was Levi, because Levi was working hard to support them... and the only person who could ease any of his pain and loneliness was Levi. Even with Hanji, he found himself only speaking half truths, and only seeking comfort from her when his omega side left him feeling so pathetically weak that he'd take love from the first alpha who'd gift it upon him. He was a wreck, and didn't deserve the love Levi was showing him. He wanted to go home... No. wanted to go Hanji's. He wanted to go home if it meant his brain would stop all this shit, and it meant Levi would love him. But they had responsibilities. They had a son to consider and everything else came second to that. "Eren? What are you thinking?" "I think I need to stay with Hanji a while longer" Levi's scent turned pained, his alpha pausing mid step while someone behind them complained at their sudden stop "If I say I want you at home, will you come home?" "Levi. I know you love me. But I'm a mess" "Look. I want to work this out. I already told my boss that I need to be home with you" Levi did what? That wasn't ok. He didn't need more people thinking he was a weak omega. He'd never met Levi's new boss, but they probably thought him a stupid omega "I didn't ask you to do that" "No. But that's only because you felt you couldn't" "If I'd wanted things to changed, I wouldn't have said something" "Things need to change" "And what? You're the only one working. They won't give me a job" "I know Marco and Hanji pay you for babysitting" "It's not the same. Besides, Marco and Jean are thinking of moving. They've been wanting to move closer to Jean's family for a while now, and Anna. She's like a daughter. Hanji won't let me not accept payment. She puts it my account, and sends it back to me if I return it. So I use it on Anna" "Hanji was thinking of putting Anna in daycare to get her used to socialising with more people" Eren held his tongue. Levi wasn't great at forcing a casual tone. Maybe to someone else, but not to him. No doubt Hanji and Levi had been talking about his fragile mental state and decided it was best he wasn't left with small children "It might be good for Viren too. He's got to be sick of playing with the girls all the time" And there it was. He was right "If you think it's for the best. I don't know. I didn't go to school" "Eren. It's not that I don't think you're a good mum" "Levi, everything you've said tells me that's exactly what you think. I do discipline Viren. I tell him I love him. I try to do everything I can to make him happy. And this... this was all ok. I was coping until my meds stopped. All this talking is just making me feel worse" "I just want to help" "You can't ok. You can't. This problem is inside me. I need to work on me and figure out how to fix me. Now. Let's just go home. Viren doesn't need us fighting" "We still need to go food shopping" "You should go with Viren. You don't get to come, but he loves it, and he'd love to go with you" "And what about you? That's cutting you out of the family again, and that's the kind of shit I'm trying to stop" Eren smiled a sad smile of defeat "If it makes him smile, then that's ok. He might not believe it, but if he's happy, than that's all that matters to me" "Why do you... how... fuck. This isn't what I fucking wanted. You're my mate. My love. My fiancée and my omega. I hate this" "I thought happy endings never meant having to be sad... but I love him, Levi. I love him more than I love life. His happiness is the only thing I could wish for. And besides, he loves you. Even if he doesn't want to admit he's anything like me, he's got good taste" "Do you... you know, still love me?" "With all my heart and soul" "Then how do I fix this?" "You stop blaming yourself. I go to the doctor on Friday and we go from there" "I don't think I can wait that long" "Well pushing the issue has only made us both upset. I can smell my own scent and it fucking stinks. I want to bring Viren home and take a bath" "Is that what you really want? Or is that what you think I want?" "It's what he wants. And I want what he wants, for him" Head butting his shoulder, Levi wrapped his arms around him "I don't fucking deserve you" "No. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you" "I don't know how we managed to make the most adorable shit in the world" Returning the hug felt like the right thing to do "I've taken some giant shits, and I promise you, it's nothing compared to giving birth" "Aren't you lucky we only have one. It'd be a shame if anything happened to that arse of yours" Eren hoped Levi didn't notice the way he tensed before forcing himself to relax and nod "Yeah... I guess if we're going to do this right, I won't be staying at Hanji's" "You can. If you need to" "Viren wouldn't be happy there. He really loves you" "God. I feel like an arsehole" "No. You're not. Blame the medication, I am" "I thought you were getting better, even without the pills" "You didn't sign up for this" "I'm your alpha. I didn't even feel it through our bond" Levi sniffled, Eren realising his neck was growing wet as his alpha cried... in the middle of the shopping centre. Levi wasn't an emotionally stunted robot but he also wasn't one to cry like this "I'm sorry. I think we should go home" "Yeah. We can shop online, if that's ok" "Yeah. I usually do"

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shadowswilltakeus · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by @smittenwithsugden, so thank you very much. I already did this on my main and my Robron sideblog, but sod it, this is fun, so I'm gonna do it on here too.

Rules: Spell your url with music and tag 10 people.

Swear - Sheena Easton

Heart Of Steel - Divinyls

Avalon - Roxy Music

Did Anyone Approach You - A-Ha

One Place - Everything But The Girl

What About Me Baby - Five Star

Shelter - Duran Duran

Wishing The Hours Away - All About Eve

It Was You - The Pierces

Leave Me Alone - The Corrs

Long, Long Way To Go - Def Leppard

The Visitors - ABBA

All Or Nothing - Cher

King Without A Crown - ABC

Elegantly Wasted - INXS

Unwanted Child - Jennifer Rush

Sail Away - David Gray

As so many have done this already, I don't wanna bombard them with the same post again, so I'm just gonna randomly go through the first 10 of my notifications too, and I hope you guys don't mind being tagged. As always, feel free to ignore.

Tagging: @phil-in-ripped-jeans @generalgingerbeer @cocopop-art @yourmotherisafragginaardvark @majesticgoose @theodette @awkwardsod @solraneth @addormio @agingerguyslikes

#long post #tag games #music games

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surveys-at-your-service · 7 years ago

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Survey #157

hey instead of lyrics, there’s a warning for a religiously offensive answer.

How many kids do you want to have? Only too many scaly and furry ones. <3 Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? I've never smoked it. Who is the person you have hurt the most? Probably Mom. Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Jason. Who was the last person who cried around you? Mom when she found out about my cousin Brenna. What was the last thing you cried about? Emotional conversation with Sara. What’s your current problem? Just friendship stuff after breaking apart from Colleen again and being ignored when I've been reaching out to old friends, something I've been putting a lot of effort into lately. I just don't get what's wrong with me/what's that damn unlikable about me that I can't make or maintain friendships. What brand of face wash do you use? Biore. Or I think Neutrogena if I have a pimple. Do you know anyone who owns a boat? Dad. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink? I surprisingly didn't. Nor did I get carded when I bought something from the liquor store for Mom and me. Do I look 30 or something now that my hair's cut. Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No, thankfully. Are you (or have you ever been) a vegetarian? I am. Took a brief break for weight loss purposes but seeing as that did nothing, I went back to it and plan on staying that way. Do you ever use Snapchat? No. What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? The Good Doctor. Do you get your feelings hurt easily? Yup. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state? The Tar Heel State. What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither? Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. Is there a dead end road near where you live? Most likely. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? YUP. Are you at risk for any medical issues? Heart issues run in my family, and I'm finding out if I have hypoglycemia like. Tomorrow. Is there an upcoming concert you want to go to? Metallica in January, desperately. Do you own a robe? No. Don't really need one. I get dressed right after showering. What is your favorite mark of punctuation? Question mark. How many deep dark secrets do you have? I don't really keep it a secret, but I don't just happily share it either. One. Where is your father right now? I'd assume at work. How comfy is your bed on a scale of 1-10? I guess like... 7? What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Hot wings at BWW doused in like the... fourth-hottest sauce. Who last called you sexy? The only one who is insane enough to call me that is Sara. Do you want any more piercings? Collarbones when they're prominent again, more in my ears, and then if/when I lose enough weight probably lower back dermals and bellybutton. Do you believe in heaven and hell? Not in the Christian concept, but in some manner, probably. Certainly a heaven of some sort for the good. I don't know about a hell, but maybe purgatory as earth-bound spirits? I mean there's no way the evil are going to a lovely place. Which do you think you're most likely to go to? Hopefully a heaven, but if it turns out the Christian god is real, happily to Hell because fuck him for a multitude of reasons. How will the world end? A meteor strike seems logical. Flooding from global warming (I don't know how much it actually would cover if all ice melted, but). The sun dying, if Earth is lucky enough to possibly survive that long. Are you scared of the dark? No. How many true friends would you say you had? Like 2-3, lol. Do you have a motto? Not really. When was the last time you went on a trampoline? Couldn't guess. What’s your best memory with each of your parents? Dad, maybe him teaching me to ride a bike. Or playing softball. As for Mom, maybe the time we were driving around one night, grabbed some milkshakes, and jammed out to Judas Priest way too loud lol. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea? I mean, sure. If you truly loved your s/o, you wouldn't even consider someone else. Better than cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship? I'm not sure, honestly. This will never in any universe happen, but let's just say Jason and I got back together. It wouldn't work. At all. Our relationship was Heaven to me until it ended, and I know it could never be repaired. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance? Nope. I could never take on the role of a parent figure for a child. Nevermind one that wasn't mine or Sara's. Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’? Yeah, been there. Why do you think people choose to get married? Some people just enjoy the idea of a legal union with each other to signify their love, some don't want sex or kids before marriage, etc. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? We're both girls, but if it was physically possible, definitely. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Mom or Sara, depending on the subject. Who was the last person you danced with? Sara. How many tattoos would you get? Arms covered, hands, knuckles, neck, sternum, hips, back, ribs... lots. The only place I'm not very interested in tattooing are my legs, but it'll probably happen if I find something I love and also to balance things out. Might look kinda weird to have so many but then none below my hips. Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret? TELL. SOMEONE. I'm sure the idea is terrifying, but what's scarier is staying with someone abusive. Tell someone who can do something. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed? Breasts. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? Jason. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? I like the broccoli, the latter is disgusting. Do you like gore? Sometimes it's aesthetically pleasing to me, sometimes it gives me a quick gag if it's something real gross with humans because then I can actually imagine it on myself. Have you ever read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov? No. Pretty sure I know the basis of it, though, if it's about the lolita fashion. My friend had a phase where she was deeeep into it and told me about a book of that name. Gross. Do serial killers fascinate you? Not especially, but sometimes it is intriguing to learn just how fucked they can be. I wonder how the mind can make up some shit. Besides your own, what’s your favorite country? That I'm at least somewhat aware of, I find Japanese culture quite interesting. Would you ever get a septum piercing? Nah, don't think it'll look good on me. Are you lactose intolerant? No. Are you allergic to gluten? No. Do you know anyone who is missing a toe? No. Do any lights stay on while you sleep? My snake's and iguana's lamps. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most? Lmao tattoo ideas. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender? At least three girls. Two before I even realized I was bi lmao. Just looking back, my bond with them on my end wasn't straight, Alon especially. What store do you shop at the most for clothes? HotTopic. Would you ever get your nipples pierced? I very recently actually briefly considered it lmao. I wouldn't tho. Tbfh mainly just because of foreplay reasons shhhh. How many pets do you own? Six. What’s your least favorite season? I loathe summer. Do you like tacos? Omg no. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Do you like to play board games? Not really, no. Are you fond of romantic novels? When I read, I wouldn't actively seek them out, but I enjoyed quite a few. Fruit Loops or Cocopops? Fruit Loops = Good Shit. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Biiiitch yes for that much. Do you believe in aliens? I've been more open to the possibility lately. Maybe. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be? My Sara Jane. Dogs or cats? Cats. Do you like cotton candy? I can only manage a couple bites. Too sweet. Would you ever use a dating site? I like to pretend that never happened lmao neeeever again. Do you believe in ghosts? Absolutely. Rap or pop? Pop, if I had to pick between the two. Do you like Lady Gaga? Some of her songs are super catchy. What about Nick Minaj? She's very talented in her genre, but I'm not a fan of her music. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you have an addiction to anything? Technology. Do you like cheeseburgers? Probably what I miss most being a vegetarian. I love burgers. Do you have a Flickr? Yes. When did you last vacuum your room? Few days back. Who was the last person to sit on your bed? Mom. Do you have a favorite flower? Orchids. Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space? Depends on how comfortable I am in the relationship. In my current one, I am like. Soooo cuddly. Do you like being called pet names or not? Depends on the person. Parents, s/o, friends, sure. Do you care if your produce is organic or not? Not really, but I mean if I was to pick between something organic or not and I was aware, I'd certainly pick the organic. Do you get enough calcium? I love milk, bro. Who is it that you’re in love with? Sara 100% 100% 100% my babygirl. Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you? Yes. Do you have any friends in a band? An old friend is the guitarist of a pretty nice metal band. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip? Classic, probs. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you? Suicidal depression. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Once I have a source of income, I plan on donating to every charity livestream Mark does. One, because it's just being a generous human, but also because I try to actively support everything he does. How many are too many partners for one person, in your opinion? Basically, I only support monogamy. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. What’re your plans for your next birthday? Lemme get my Mark tattoo, man. Go out to my favorite restaurant. Family time. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring? No. Thinking back to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on their bed? Yeah. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Thinking back to the last person you really, truly passionately kissed, how many times have you cried because of them? Waaaaaaaay too many times. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? Like low 50s. Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you? Whoa no. Kisses on the cheek or the neck? If you're not in the mood to make out, don't kiss me on the neck lmao. One word to describe your most recent ex? Hilarious. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I only like scrambled. Have you ever gotten into a club, whilst being underage? Never been to one. When do you plan on moving out? When Sara and I are ready to move in together. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site like Bebo or MySpace? I had MySpace. Do you think when someone says “I love you” that you are obliged to say it back? Definitely not. Those are strong words. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful and why? Hmmm, I think Pocahontas. I just think she's very pretty. What’s the best food to have at a sleepover? PIZZA. How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with? YouTube. Do you have any half-siblings? Four. When going shopping for junk food, what’s the first thing you pick up? Usually chips. At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep? Go to sleep. Is there anything in the room you’re in that’s really dusty? I neeeed to dust my fan. Do you know anybody with different colored eyes? No. Are any of your relatives vets? Not to my knowledge. How many minutes do you consider late? More than 5. What kinds of food do you dunk into milk? Just cookies. Do you have any current or past teachers on your Facebook friends? Yes. How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee? I hate both. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Yeah. After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it? No. Do your parents vote? I know Mom does. Guessing Dad does. How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant? My best friend is my girlfriend, and I'd support whatever she decided. She doesn't want kids at all, nor do I think her body could handle it, so I'd understand if she aborted, and if she didn't, I'd try damn hard to be an amazing parent. What restaurant has the best fries? Bojangle's fries got all her challengers SHOOK. What does your mailbox look like? Just a normal 'ole mailbox. Would your mom make a good president? No. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Popcorn. Do you consider cooking to be an art? Sure, it can be. What browser do you prefer to use? Chrome. What genre of films do you like the best? Paranormal horror. Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself? No. Does your best friend have any tattoos? No. Who was the last person you were rude to? Did you have a good reason? Probably Mom. There's never a good reason to be rude.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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sally-annesstories · 6 years ago

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Day 74 - San Jose to Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Time to carry on travelling!

1. Woke up this morning at the crack of dawn and started gathering my things together. With only one night in the hostel they hadn't gone so far astray. I then whipped downstairs for the nutritious breakfast of cocopops. I haven't had them in years at home but its nice once in a blue moon to have something familiar!

2. Quick smart following breakfast I hopped in an uber and got a ride to the bus terminal. I was asked to sit in the front, turns out uber is technically illegal here so if actual taxis see drivers of plain cars with passengers in the back seat they'll report them and the driver will be fined. I was a bit early but 30 minutes later I was seated in my final bus for Costa Rica. The busses here, while not ancient, just aren't really where you want to spend your day. The leg room is pretty tight and they're hot. I spent the majority of it zoned out listening to podcasts to pass the time. Usually about half way through the journey there's a 10 minute break but oddly enough on the ride from San Jose to Puerto Viejo this only happens the town before when theres about an hour to go. As much as by this point I just wanted to get there the leg stretch was still appreciated! Finally we made it and it was off the bus, backpack on for the 2 minute walk for my 2 night stay.

3. My stay at this hostel had come through recommendations and I'm so glad. It had a nice space for chilling and the beds were set out really well in the walls rather than being bunks, with actual stairs. It was still circa 30 degrees and high humidity so pretty hot. Some Irish girls I met on my flight from San Jose were here as well (I'd told them about it) so was nice to see some (kind of) familiarity. The majority of the afternoon was spent chilling at the hostel in the hammocks. It was so hot and sticky so not moving was necessary. Puerto Viejo is a pretty small seaside town on the Caribbean side of Cost Rica. To be honest it looks a bit like the dirtier areas of Rarotonga with a small amount of litter around (still v unfortunate).

4. Eventually I made a move to the supermarket. While I'd prepurchased stuff in Manuel Antonio I accidently left it in the fridge in San Jose. Still with two nights here and not being keen on eating out repurchasing sauces was worth it. The kitchen was clean and the majority of people in the hostel also cooked their tea here.

5. That night ended up being really fun. The Irish girls, a Dutch girl and I sat around chatting the night away. All of us travelling for a similar amount of time and heading in the same directions we had stories about where we'd been and tips for where we were going to share. The dorm doesnt have closed walls so is open to nature so it was way better staying up chatting late than battling the heat in a bed.

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fenrirfenrir · 8 years ago

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I'm confused about my illness ive had a flare up for about a month, primarily noticeable bc of bloating which is not going down. its not extra weight ive put on, i can tell the difference when i press on it. but things that should be screwing me up badly arent really doing. like i had chinese takeaway last night as a celebration for the new job and im fine?? theres minimal side effects? normally im pregnant looking the day after? same when i went to Mowgli last week... but a bowl of cocopops is giving me worse side effects than onion and garlic laden food? and i had a day of being super good with what i ate, got a medium flare up too??? i don't understand what's going on, neither will the doctors though. idk what to do!

#ibs #whats going on #i dont get it #personal

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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COTW - 4 start. Guys... why didn't you tell me it was sooooo bad?!? I reread it and damn... my brain and fingers really haven't been communicating

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