* & / DIRTY JERZ.

                        he kept his head down, didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing exactly HOW irritating she was to him. he was a relaxed, disciplined man with little need in his life for people whom were too annoying to live—–which was certainly the case with liv. she found it necessary to be an obnoxious parasite that ate away at the very fabric of his being only because she  k n e w  that it got under his skin. it made his skin crawl, in fact, when she incessantly spoke about things he had no desire to hear about. or when she did her best to blow the LOUDEST popping bubbles with her chewing gum. but he was stoic and had a knack for showing nothing in response to her irritations. the only problem with that was the more he ignored her, the more bothersome she became.

                        “   no one cares, morgan. nothing that you say means anything. empty words from a bubble–headed cretin is not exactly something people pay much attention to. so  n o , liv. no one has missed you. certainly not myself, nor anyone with even half a brain,   ”   such harsh words but they were contained to a calm and composed manner. still, no glance even moderately close to her. the tape was still being unwrapped from his hands, but once they were free, he stretched out tattooed fingers. then, and  o n l y  then, did he turn gaze to the blonde,   “   are my words too abstruse for you to grasp? no one, not a single person in this entire company, except your merry band of pseudo–misfits, actually enjoy your company. and then i’m not quite certain they actually do. the more probable situation is that they just feel obligated to  s e e m  like your friends.   ”

polar  opposites  had  a  way  of  sparking  interest  --  there  was  something  about  the  idea  of  ruffling  feathers,  bothering  someone  who  was  well  known  to  be  calm  &  collected  that  kept  liv  coming  back,  ever  insistent  on  driving  aleister  just  a  little  closer  to  the  edge.  it’d  have  been  less  fun  if  she  thought  it  weren’t  working.  it’d  have  been  less  interesting  if  she  couldn’t  tell  that  with  each  passing  second  annoyance  was  bubbling  underneath  --  and  liv’d  have  been  lying  if  she  said  she  hadn’t  considered  what  it’d  be  like  if  he  popped.  

❛  uh  huh.  ❜  eyes  glazed  over,  vacant  expression  upon  a  face  that  might  be  deemed  innocent  were  she  not  there  with  ill  intentions,  liv  hadn’t  exactly  caught  much  of  what  he’d  said.  lost  after  the  word  abstruse  hit  her  ears,  she’d  taken  to  looking  him  over  instead,  chomping  her  gum,  and  shifting  her  weight  from  one  sneaker  to  the  other  before  leaning  even  further  onto  the  wall.   ❛  y’know,  that’s  great  n’  all,  but  me  and  my  bubble-head  didn’t  really  hear  much  of  that.  was  it  important?  or  were  you  just  hopin’  to  talk  me  into  a  coma?  ❜  aleister  might  have  been  capable  of  talking  his  way  out  of  many  things,  but  hoping  to  talk  his  way  out...  or  around  liv  wasn’t  going  to  prove  nearly  as  fruitful  as  he’d  like.   ❛  no  one  else’s  around,  you  can  admit  you’ve  missed  me.  i  won’t  tell  anybody,  honest.  ❜

it  hadn’t  been  her  intention  --  that  she’d  made  him  jealous  had  been  an  accident,  not  something  she’d  thought  herself  capable  of  doing  for  more  than  a  few  reasons.  liv’s  torn  between  reading  him  the  riot  act  and  apologizing  as  profusely  as  she  can  the  moment  wide  blue  eyes  take  in  the  pout  on  his  lips.  how  seth  had  managed  to  make  it  infuriating  &  guilt-inspiring  was  enough  to  spark  the  pull  of  her  own  lips  down,  the  smile  she’d  been  wearing  all  evening  disappearing  into  nothing.  

❛  i  don’t  swoon.  ❜  spoken  through  gritted  teeth,  despite  the  fact  that  liv  knows  it  to  be  true  --  and  knows  seth’s  aware  of  as  much  to  boot.  it’s  not  her  fault,  can’t  help  the  fact  that  she  likes  having  eyes  upon  her  and  affection  being  given,  whether  it’s  friendly  or  otherwise.  starved  for  that  little  glimmer  of  hope  that  says  she  isn’t  unimportant,  longing  for  others  to  recognize  her  potential  and  call  her  something  more  than  one  of  ruby’s  goons.  but  how  could  he  stand  there  and  judge  her  for  it  while  throwing  a  fit  that  her  attention  had  shifted  --  for  all  of  maybe  five  minutes  --  off  of  him? 

 ❛  you’re  a  hypocrite,  y’know  that?  ❜  one  small  finger  poked  into  his  chest,  a  huff  exhaled  into  the  space  between  them.  leave  it  to  him  to  decide  to  be  jealous  now  and  cloud  her  mind  with  questions  she  can’t  quite  figure  out  the  answers  to.  liv’s  not  a  fan  of  publicized  private  conversations,  of  wandering  eyes  and  people  who  might  hear  more  than  she’d  like  them  to  --  even  if  she  likes  attention,  she  doesn’t  like  it  when  it’s  not  wanted  and  not  when  she’s  trying  to  keep  things  to  herself.  so  she  decides  to  file  it  away,  convince  herself  to  bring  it  up  later  and  try  a  less  worrisome  approach.  furrowed  brows  soften  as  she  shakes  her  head.   ❛  a  stupid,  dumb  hypocrite  with  a  big  mouth  n’  pants  he’s  gonna  rip  a  hole  in  if  he  doesn’t  stop  gettin’  all  worked  up  and  then  m’gonna  have  to  hold  my  hands  over  your  butt  so  people  don’t  make  fun  of  you.  ❜

she’s  willing  to  let  it  go  if  he  is,  move  on  without  having  to  speak  about  what  his  jealousy  implies  because  it’s  not  exactly  a  conversation  she  wants  to  have.  at  least  not  here.  all  liv  really  needs  to  do  is  make  sure  he  doesn’t  keep  prodding,  so  her  finger  in  his  chest  becomes  a  soft  hand  curled  into  his  t-shirt  as  she  leans  around  his  frame  and  teasingly  glances  over  his  back.   ❛  y’know,  i  think  i  can  see  a  rip  already.  better  be  careful.  ❜

she hadn’t been meaning to bump into her, or carmella. but the reminder of her purposely mistaking them for one another caused a little smirk to pull up on her lips. they weren’t at all the same, apart from their blonde hair and small stature. carmella was princess like, liv was NOT. she was much more her speed, and if it wasn’t for the way she’d made her presence known months before she’d have maybe liked her.  ❛    hot wheels- those da little cars yeah ?    ❜  she chuckles.  ❛    ’m not lookin’ fer no one. just walkin’, mindin’ my own business.  ❜  

           It was something he had thought he’d gotten rid of, the desire to be a part of something. He should have killed that need for companionship, for a partner after the string of abandonments and betrayals over the course of the last eight years. Zack turning his back on him twice for Japan, dual superkicks from the Bucks, and then a softly whispered, “I’m sorry”, before a One Winged Angel sent him crashing into unconsciousness… No, he should have been happy being alone, should have been terribly angry at the liberties Liv took with his person when Marty had created this vicious, self-serving reputation for himself here…

           But the flush on her cheeks made him feel like a schoolboy with his first crush.

           “A little chaos, mean-spirited chicanery, a little spot of bother… ‘s kinda my thing, pet. If we really toss this office good, I’ll buy you two hot dogs an’ one of those icee things you Yanks love so much.” Marty pressed close to her, pressing his ear against the door, straining to listen for movement. When there was nothing, he shrugged, shoving the door open to reveal an empty makeshift office. A devilish grin upon his bearded face, he looked down to the slight blonde, body humming with bad intentions. “An’ would ya look at that? Someone left this poor office all unattended… Right shame. Fancy a little redecoratin’ while we look for this medal, Morgan?”

           He pulled her inside with a gravelly cackle, fingers still tightly laced, as he kicked over a wastebasket and an office chair. There weren’t many places to look, the Olympian’s luggage at one corner of the room and his desk at the other, with a plush looking vinyl sofa placed in the middle and two fake plants on either side in a poor attempt to make the room feel more lived in. “Wantin’ to split up an’ look, luv?”

she’d  blame  it  on  the  fact  that  since  finding  partnership  in  ruby  &  sarah,  things  had  seemingly  gotten  better;  blame  them  for  the  fact  that  she  was  over-familiar  and  clingy  to  anyone  who  showed  the  smallest  sliver  of  kindness...  as  if  she  hadn’t  always  been  that  way.  it  was  easier  to  shift  it  onto  someone  else  instead  of  admitting  that  deep  down,  liv  had  never  quite  been  able  to  function  without  a  little  help,  no  matter  how  confident  in  being  independent  she  was.  things  were  just  better  when  you  had  someone  to  lean  on.  

❛  chicken...  what?  you’re  gonna  have  to  use  smaller  words,  i  dropped  outta  high  school.  ❜  but  liv’s  not  entirely  capable  of  focusing  on  the  word  she  doesn’t  exactly  recognize,  mind  already  moving  full  steam  ahead  at  the  idea  of  an  icee.  ❛  blue  raspberry,  though,  right?  cherry’s  good  but  y’know,  i  like  havin’  my  tongue  stained  blue,  s’cuter. ❜  attention  shifting  once  more  when  the  door’s  pushed  open,  the  laugh  that  floats  into  the  open  space  is  mischievous  at  best  --  unattended,  no  interns,  production  crew,  or  management  in  sight?  kurt  was  going  to  be  in  for  a  terrible  surprise  once  he  finally  found  his  way  back  to  his  office  for  the  night.    ❛  s’only  right  if  we  do  a  little  shiftin’  around,  it’d  be  rude  if  we  didn’t.  ❜  

Can she teach Alexa how to dress herself pls

                        sweat beaded down his forehead. wrists and hands taped as the heavy bag swung in front of him from each DEAFENING blow it took. he was focused, concentrating solely on the flow of his movements. the way that each one was so fluid into the next, even when he incorporated his kicks, it was like  m a g i c , it simply was a symphony of strikes orchestrated by the undoubtedly best technician wwe had to offer. unfortunately for himself as well as the hereinafter nuisance, SHE broke his concentration. she was beyond annoying and certainly obnoxious with her little   ‘   spitfire   ’   self constantly picking and pulling at the very thread that held him together and composed. 

                        aleister didn’t pay her any mind with a look, but instead, he reached both hands out to stop the bag, gaze lowered to the floor as he planted both feet firmly on the performance center floor.   “   have you not caused enough disarray on the main roster to not feel the obligation to irritate the entirety of the performance center?   ”   he asked a question and a simple one at that. it was yes or no, he needed no explanation and would likely stop her in her tracks the moment she spouted off more than one of the two choices given. the usually quite silent man took a more than a few steps to the left in order to unwrap his fists, back  s t i l l  turned to liv.   “   we are all extremely content down here without you and your juvenile tactics.   ”

*:･ﾟ✧   —   @snappedbacks      //      sc   ⟶   aleister   +   face verse   !

it’s  not  often  she  gets  the  chance  to  roll  through  her  old  stomping  grounds,  the  place  that’d  made  her  --  and  subsequently  broke  the  girl  she  used  to  be.  it’s  bittersweet,  a  reminder  of  the  person  she’d  been  before  whispers  of  grandeur  had  crept  in  and  taken  hold  of  her.  interrupting,  however,  had  always  been  a  knack  that  came  easy,  wide  blue  eyes,  loud  mouthed,  an  insistence  that  being  quiet  simply  wasn’t  necessary.  interrupting  aleister  was  pure  skill  --  all  tact,  noise  made  with  purpose  &  intent  rather  than  an  act  of  innocence.  overproduced  stomps  of  sneakers  ‘cross  the  floor  until  liv’s  found  a  nice  perch  along  the  wall.  ❛  aw,  what’s  a  matter,  al?  you  seem  a  bit  tense.  ❜