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leviiattacks · 3 years

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Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here , @chwlogy , @a--nonymousse , @imkumichan

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

"I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 4 years

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tl;dr political rant post:

it had been my goal from 12 years old to do an arts degree in philosophy (yes what a nerd- thanks to my dad playing a Great Courses philosophy dvd one morning in 2007 and my dad always taking me to the botanic gardens/the uni some weekends).

i graduated from my arts degree in 2018, with a major in english and a minor in philosophy. i was so, so lucky to even get into my communications & media degree (at first i was originally going to do marketing communications, advertising & PR)... but i realised that i was not made for business subjects- despite my mark101 tutor telling me she thought i had knack for marketing- something under this policy that i wouldn’t undertake due to the price hike for commerce/business degrees. nor was i made for a media degree. so i changed to arts & humanities.

although under this atrocious policy, english subjects are made “cheaper”- why on fucking should the rest of someone’s arts/humanities degree be so much more expensive, all depending on the fields they choose???? so you’re telling me, if i was instead to enter undergrad this year to do my english degree... that my english major would be subsidised, but my philosophy minor would be at double the cost (along with the few first year business and communications&media subjects i did), unless i forced myself to pick maths or science subjects that i would most definitely fail, no matter how much work i’d put into them??? or there’s languages- but much like maths/science- there’s the problem with my handwriting that stopped me trying french and even japanese (ironically, since it’s know for its ~painstakingly neat and orderly~ script- but my handwriting is still messy, disorderly and confusing asf).

*please note that most of this next section is just me being highly spurious and cynical. it’d probably work out fine*

but you’re also telling me that under this policy that i’d also probably have to forego my reasonable adjustments in those subjects (yes i still have trouble with my handwriting to this day) mostly because a lot of software still won’t let you write out maths problems properly or i’d have to spend twice as long trying to get a graph to work in excel or idek matlab (please teach me maths nerds)???? and most maths working out is probably better handwritten or whatever??? and that’s besides the point that i still can’t use excel at all 😂.

so with these classes then, would i be battling from day one of first year with professors to let me use a computer during exam periods (unless of course they use online/take home exam methods like philosophy)???? probably (im being very suspicious here because i don’t know how science/maths etc faculties work).

although i did get this once with one particular english professor; who used the excuse that he didn’t know how to set a computer up for exams because he had been on “sabatical for 4 years” or whatever and so “didn’t know the policies anymore”.... so then according to him it was apparently “the students job to do it.... especially since you’re in third year, miss williams”..... however, i was promptly then told by EVERY uni offical that i approached for help to do it for me.... and my other professors across my course that had done it for me, that it was in fact the PROFESSORS job/responsibility to set it up, and not the student’s??? like. help your students fuckwit professor grant??? honestly. anyway. aside from my personal struggles in the english department: let’s proceed. (this was a real incident btw).

would i be at a significant disadvantage to other students by not being able to use a computer during maths exams or science exams because of the drawing of diagrams and graphs and “showing your working”???? hell yes. would i want the professors in that department to probably condescendingly telling me all the time to “present my work neater and more precisely”? FUCK NO. it’s exactly why i avoided every maths and science subject in undergrad- even including the astronomy subject that i wanted to do- because it also meant that fellow students had to read my handwriting for practicals etc as well, that i wasn’t entirely keen on either. but i did not need the harsh reminders of “be more precise and infallible in your work presentation” that i’d had at school constantly for 11 years of maths lessons; affecting my mental health and performance in a subject during a uni semester.

moreover, that’s besides the fact that i’d flat out fail the “year 12 band 4 maths” requirements- unless they want to waive those- for first year maths/science subjects (at least basing it on my local uni).... considering that i actually skipped out on maths completely in year 12 by doing a TVET/tafe/technical college course in live theatre, production and events (which no surprises here, actually included maths anyway 😅).

because, fuck. is ANYONE seeing a trend in my study choices here? hell, i almost did a commerce/business dual degree with a tafe diploma in event management for crying out fucking loud. and you’re telling me that’s also doubled in price?? it’s obvious that i was interested in the arts & humanities and business subjects from the get-go. but under this policy- i’d be charged double for having my interest in event management, instead of say, biology (which is a subject that if it weren’t for mark scaling in my final hsc exam- i would have failed completely)??? utterly ridiculous.

i even contemplated doing a double degree with law at one point (or doing a legal studies major/minor- which is now a course at my local uni, but was not while i was there). however, law course fees have also doubled under this new policy. leaving that out of reach for me, despite that a double degree with law was out of reach for me anyway..... since my mark average was 65% and not at least 75% lol. but as if those marks averages will actually matter under this new policy.

under this bullshit policy, i’d be forced to take science/maths or even teaching (another field i had to avoid, since people can’t read my writing on a whiteboard from a distance half the time either.... besides the fact that i’m not really the ~teacher type~) subjects- all so that my degree price overall will be ”reduced”..... meaning that i would have to trade out my philosophy minor for something in maths/teaching/science (or maybe creative arts- since those fees stayed the same roughly)... instead of sticking to what i was good at: philosophy and other humanities/social science fields like sociology and history????

i understand that many people will snub me with saying “oh why did you even BOTHER going to uni if you were THAT indecisive about what you wanted to do?” which is something i’ve seen many older people saying on posts about this policy. but hell, i was 19 FUCKING YEARS OLD WHEN I STARTED UNI, FOR GODS SAKE. OF COURSE I WAS GOING TO BE FUCKING INDECISIVE ABOUT MY DIRECTION IN LIFE! because, newsflash fuckwits: not everyone has a defined career goal at 19. hell, i still don’t have one at almost 25..... since i’ll admit here, that i flunked out of my postgrad library course.... because i realised that i simply couldn’t cope with learning simple HTML, CSS and javascript coding for website design & user experience design 😂 (again help me computer wiz friends). yes, believe it or not, librarians have to know that today. and most people think that it’s just all about books (okay that was me, but i was wrong). also, if you’re wondering: postgrad library courses aren’t affected, thank god. but my point is, aren’t we meant to fuck up and pick the wrong things in life sometimes??? aren’t we meant to be indecisive about our choices in our late teens up until our mid 20s???

but now you’re telling students that their very first year of uni is practically set out for them, even for arts/humanities degrees (im not counting properly prescribed degrees such as engineering/science/communications & media (they had prescribed majors and prescribed first year subjects, which is why i left it. because i felt trapped in the prescribed marketing et al major etc); all because the government is telling them that “oh to make your first year cheaper: (A.) get good marks.... so that we don’t cancel your HECS place and (B.) pick subjects outside of the arts/humanities like science/maths/tech related subjects so that you don’t pay a whopping $14,500 for your first year of uni and will be more likely to be “job ready”. whatever the actual fuck “job ready” really means. and this all as if there ISN’T enough pressure for a 18/19 year old to succeed in their first year of uni already.

although, the one thing i’ll say is that my one year advanced diploma in marketing that i did in 2014, was $16,500. i still haven’t made any moves to pay it off. but it was constantly in the back of my mind during uni, both undergrad and postgrad. it was there as a reminder to pick cheaper subjects, so as to not greatly increase my combined hecs debt and vet-fee help debt; which is now sitting at $42,500. which under this new policy is the new price of ONE arts & humanities undergrad degree. i’d hate to be going into uni next year at 19 years old (or any age really) with that price tag on my degree.

anyway. that’s the end of my non-sensical rant. morrison and the rest of the libs etc can go fuck themselves.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #auspol

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forehead-enthusiast · 4 years

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A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy)

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better!

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

#these were sooooooooooo fun!!#thank you for tagging me eggy #i feel like i maybe exposed myself for being a gluttonous fool tho #lmaoooo #fr tho try these games out!! so fun #sarah.tmi #tag games

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we-work-hard · 7 years

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Green: Part One

Pairing: Early 20s AJ Styles x 45 year old Shane McMahon (he hasn’t come back to WWE in this fic)

Summary: Shane keeps being drawn back to visiting the NXT Performance Center by one of the wrestlers who catches his eye...

Notes: This is a prequel to Room 117 (which is here and here, if you want to give it a try), trying to flesh out how AJ and Shane got into that room together. I looked into how the PC works, a little, but forgive me for what I’ve got wrong. Twink AJ is brought to you mainly by this vid of him with Vince Russo in early TNA, and this screenshot of his ass at CWF. Also, MY NEVER-ENDING THIRST FOR HIS YOUNG BODY

Warnings: Age difference, mention of religion, adultery, typos probably

Tagging: Peeps who were nice about Room 117 or other fics I’ve tried (I might have tagged completely wrong, and some peeps who’ve left, or changed their name, or some NetBots too, IDEK XD) – thank you for being kind to this strange one who’s still feeling this place out (as ever, if you ain’t into this malarkey/slash in general, please do ignore it – I’ll still love you) @llowkeys @omegaweaponx @scriptor @cruxcantare @your-darkdiva @osanabria2377 @stylessection @cookiemonster2017 @princessgailr-blog @castielscamander @secretagentfangirl @artemisapalla316 @loveambrylayn @the-geekgoddes @tvrnbvckle @kingslayers-angel @unabashedwwesmut @toosweetme @immalittledinosaur01 @tyler0graves @wrestlingbabe @wweconfidential @aintnopartymd @secretagentfangirl @blondekel77 @missmcmahon @wycliffegordon @imlivinthebilife @xepa123 @idle-vanity @alexahood21 @mylittlepartofthegalaxy

Green

The first time Shane sees him, he’s sitting back at the end of the locker room and strapping his legs up, laughing with the guys around him. Shane’s surprised by how young he is compared to the other wrestlers trying out this week. Everyone else has long hair, or beards, tattoos, and that grumpy arrogance that seeps in after working the smaller shows for a few years. But this one’s more like a high school jock, or a frat boy; all-American, with blue eyes and lightly-tanned skin, a big smile.

“So here they are – what do you think, Shane? See any that might make it?” Matt asks jovially, bringing him further into the room to see the boys they have in to train, trying to get a contract at the Performance Center. The chatter dies down as the men start to notice who’s walked in with the head trainer – a McMahon, no less. Shane doesn’t really want the attention or the sucking up that will follow, so nods at the guys confident enough to look up at him while trying to keep his eyes off that kid in the back that looks so out of place here. He hasn’t noticed him, busy laughing at something the guy next to him has said, throwing a rolled-up sports sock at his head.

“Still got a good eye, I see,” Matt says quietly. “That one’s up from Gainesville. Worked a bunch of Indy shows, and some little Podunk Christian promotion in Texas. Green, but solid. We’re expecting good things from him.”

“How old is he?” Shane notes his snubbed nose and spiky brown hair, the gold cross hanging from his neck. He’s young, but his white and black gear looks old and rough around the edges, like he can’t afford new. His smile is slightly crooked.

“Old enough to be here. Come on, I’ll show you where they train now.”

Just before Shane turns around, the boy looks up and catches his eye, seeming a little startled to see him there. He straightens his mouth out, sits up, and gives a firm nod from across the room. It’s respectful, like how a military kid would do it. Shane smiles and nods back before he goes, raising his eyebrows in curiosity. The boy quirks his mouth in response, then looks back down to adjust his shin-pads, taking a deep breath.

Shane suddenly hopes to himself that the young one from Gainesville will do well this week.

***

The second time Shane sees the kid, he’s standing with his back to him in one of the training rings the next day, getting ready for drills with the other potential recruits. He’s kicking his legs out, warming them up while talking to the guy next to him, suddenly crouching to a squat and pulling himself back up to jump from one foot to the other. He stands out even more among the more grizzled wrestlers now they’re in the ring together.

Shane takes a seat to watch them train, keeping inconspicuous. Even though he hasn’t worked in this company for years, people will always know who he is – he can’t escape that. The good thing about that – the staff here will always let Shane in, even though he’s got nothing much to do with the company anymore. He’s down here in Orlando for his own business interests this week, not to get back into his father’s. He’s been telling himself that all morning. Yet here he is, in front of a wrestling ring again. He doesn’t really know why.

“Alright guys! Let’s get this thing rolling, okay? Sal, come over here a second.”

The trainer takes one of them over to a corner to show him how to throw himself back into the turnbuckle. Shane lets his eyes go where they want.

The young one’s showing an older guy how he takes a punch, getting him to feint a throw, then slapping him on his side to get the cracking sound as he swings. Shane listens hard to catch his voice amongst all the noises in the training room, hearing a thick Southern twang on “I c’n do that all day”. Shane didn’t expect such a thick accent to come out of him, and smiles to himself. From over here, he can pick up on the fact the older guy – dyed black hair in a pony tail, tattooed along his arms – is slightly irked at the advice coming from someone with less experience. The older one offers to show the boy how he does it, slowly leading him into taking an uppercut to the chin, and giving him a stiff cuff to the top of his head to get the sound. The boy doesn’t flinch in his arms at the hit, but just says “Oh, okay, uh huh – wanna see how I do it for a super-kick?”

Shane’s charmed by his gentle pushing back, watching him feign being kicked and lifting his leg up smoothly to slap it while the other wrestler looks at him wryly. He ends up watching their drills for an hour or so, seeing the young man throw himself off of the turnbuckle and whip off of the ropes over and over again – faster than the others and more openly happy to be there. His body is full of energy, well-muscled but not easily tired – Shane can see the strength in it, how he holds himself. He has full control of every limb, every movement clean and quick. But he’s short compared to the others. That’s not going to help him here.

“AJ! Faster, faster – I know you’re only giving me half of what you’ve got! Anthony, I’m sick of your complacency!”

The guys all laugh at the trainer’s ribbing as they take turns to run, and now Shane knows his name – AJ. And as he gets up to sneak back out, AJ’s eyes catch his movement and he pauses to watch him go. Shane stops to look back at him, expectantly. This time, AJ gives a big grin straight away, still kicking his legs. Shane smiles right back on reflex, as a bigger guy (they’re all bigger guys) snakes his arm around AJ’s neck and pretends to throttle him. He leaves them to it; telling himself to get back to what he came to Orlando for, not waste more time here. This isn’t his world anymore. He can’t let it draw him back in.

***

But the next day, he finds himself returning to the PC after a business meeting runs short – deciding he’ll catch up with Matt again and bend his ear over lunch. And that’s when he gets his third look at the boy – AJ sitting at a table a few across from him with a group, wolfing down a big plate of food and looking up occasionally to add something to the conversation and cackle.

Matt catches him looking.

“How’s he doing?” Shane nods over to the group.

“The Jones boy? Doing great, getting on well with everyone. Eager to learn. I think a few of the more world-weary guys are a little irritated by him, though.”

“Yeah, I noticed a bit of that yesterday,” Shane says, turning his fork to cut at his food.

“Oh, you snuck yourself in again, huh?” Matt smirks, wiping his face with a napkin and settling back in his chair to look at Shane. “Feeling the old itch? We could use you here, you know.”

“I’m sure Hunter would be happy with me encroaching on his turf – that’s a great idea, Matt.” He looks down and runs his fork across his plate, thinking about why he’s here. “No, I’m just... it’s interesting to see guys at the start of their careers. I don’t know, maybe I miss it a little. Hanging out with people backstage, working on the matches. It’s been a long time.”

“Never too late to come back.”

“Hmm.”

“I better get back to it – you good here? Fancy coming back to look at some of the footage from today?”

“Nah, I’ll just sit here a while and then head out – you go.”

“I’ll see you back here tomorrow?” Matt says, stroking his beard and smirking.

Shane laughs. “Uh, maybe.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you here tomorrow,” Matt says with a knowing grin, pushing himself back from the table and taking his tray with him.

Shane looks up again and catches AJ watching him this time, his face looking softly curious across the room. When he’s caught, he gives a small smile, quickly checks around the room and looks back to poke his tongue out. Shane lets out a bark of laughter and returns AJ’s smile, before poking his tongue out back at him. AJ crosses his eyes, but Shane can’t do that, so he shakes his head in fake-reproach, crossing his arms. AJ sticks his bottom lip out in a parody of apology, and then Shane apes it, leaning forward over his table. AJ shakes his head and quietly sniggers. They both look away for a second, but their eyes come back together somehow.

And that’s when Shane realises he’s enjoying this way too much, and the reason he keeps coming back to the Performance Center. And he’s terrified.

***

Shane keeps away after that. Four days. Four days of thinking about that boy, trying not to think about that boy. Wondering why this is happening now when he’s had 45 years of being heterosexual, never having a thought about other men. Happy with his wife, with his kids. His eye always straying to women when he looks, never men. And certainly not a man half his age. Not a man; a boy, he has to remind himself.

But he thinks about that boy at the Performance Center every night when he’s alone with this thoughts in the dark, no distractions. And he has to go back.

***

Shane tries to keep his voice calm and casually curious, not freaked when he rushes into the monitor room to find Matt. “Where’s the Jones kid, I haven’t seen him with the others – is he hurt, out sick today?”

Matt turns around in his chair where he’s sitting in front of the bank of screens, feeding in a live stream from the rings.

“Ah, yeah, Shane; that sucks. He didn’t make the cut – heading home.”

What? Shane tries to calm himself down and not look like he’s panicking. “What the hell happened, he was the best of the bunch.”

“Not on promo, he wasn’t – higher-ups didn’t like him. Pump your breaks, come and take a look at this a second, I’ll show you.”

Shane takes deep breaths and tries to get control of himself while Matt leans forward to tap at the keyboard, pulling up a series of videos. He presses play on ‘Allen Neal Jones – WrestleMania Promo’.

“This is the chance of a lifetime, to finally have the chance to make it on the biggest stage in sports entertainment...”

Shane leans forward to watch, heart sinking. On screen, AJ is nervous, wooden and folksy – not the sweet and cocky mix Shane’s seen in the flesh this week. Shane’s frustrated with how this has turned out – this can be worked on if given a chance, he knows it can. This can’t be right, this isn’t right.

“Okay, so,” Shane swallows, still struggling to sound normal and unaffected, “Haven’t we given guys a chance before without a good promo? All the guys pushed up to the main roster who can’t string a fucking sentence together? His in-ring work outshone anyone here in this group, Hunter couldn’t see that?”

“Really got a soft spot for this kid, huh?” Matt says with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, I did too. He’s a good boy – I could see that. But he’s not right for us.”

Shane starts shaking his head, and Matt puts a hand up to stop him. “Shane. I feel bad for him – he’s got talent. But where’s the charisma, where’s the promo? What kind of gimmick can we put on him? He’s cute, but he’s small. Will the girls like him? Will the guys? I don’t know. Not for us, Shane – that,” he pauses to point at AJ on the screen, “is not WWE. And you know it.”

“Okay, alright,” Shane sighs, nodding. “I just think the idea of what a ‘Superstar’ is is wrong sometimes, that’s all. Where is he now, you sent him home already; he’s gone?”

“Ah, yeah... there’s an issue with that,” Shane raises his eyebrows, in hope... “His plane home got cancelled. Got another arranged for first thing tomorrow. I offered to book him a hotel room for the night, but he said he’ll crash with one of the other guys from the locker room, won’t take the extra hand out from us.”

“Why would he trust you with that? Why would he trust this place at all? You just shot his dream out of the sky, I bet...” Shane says, wondering if he can find him somehow.

“See, now you’re just making me feel bad.”

“Sorry, Matt – I just can’t fucking believe this company sometimes.”

“Boy’s probably still in the locker room packing up – you might be able to catch him, offer your condolences... a bounce on your knee, or a tickle under the chin.”

Shane ignores Matt’s attempt to lighten the situation up, his pulse starting to race at the thought he could still catch AJ. Though he can’t think what he’ll do if he does.

“I’m sure he doesn’t want to be any more upset by this place than he already has been – catch you later, Matt.”

“See ya. Oh, Shane?”

Shane stops at the door, trying not to curse.

“Don’t let him cut one of those hellacious promos on you if you find him...”

“You’re an asshole, Matt.” Shane says with a tight smile, trying not to run out of the room.

***

The locker room – will he still be there? Does it really matter if he isn’t? What’s Shane planning to do – offer him a hug? Set up a rival wrestling federation just for him? He doesn’t know, he just... needs to see the boy again, tell him... tell him to keep going, that it’ll work out.

But the locker,room, when he gets there, has no AJ in it. Other guys are around, nodding their hellos to him before turning back to each other to talk. But no AJ sitting at the end of the room. His locker is empty and hanging open – no spare socks to throw, no beat-up ring gear, no crucifix; no sign he’d ever been here. Shane finds himself reaching down to touch the bench, thinking about what the hell he’d have said if he’d found him.

I couldn’t stop looking at you this week. I think you have a good heart. I’m a married man with kids, but I loved watching you, and I loved you watching me, too – I don’t know why. Will you stay, catch my eye some more, smile at me?

“That kid’s outside.”

Shane turns around, jumping at being caught all morose in front of the empty locker.

“Uh, what?”

One of the others trying out – the tall guy with the black ponytail – knows where AJ is.

“The kid – AJ? He’s outside. Was asking if he could crash with any of us tonight. But we don’t have room. Not even for someone that small.” The guy he’s standing with lets out a mean laugh, undoing his wrist tape.

He gives Shane a sharp look. “You asking him to stay?”

“Maybe. He was good – I noticed him teaching you some things...”

The guy’s face turns sour, bitter. He puffs himself up.

“Doubt there’s much he can teach me – unless being an irritant is something you can teach now. He’s out there waiting for his little friends to come back with food so he can wrangle his way into their room – no doubt he’ll manage to steal one of their beds for the night, bat his little fool eyelashes at ‘em.” He seems to remember who he’s talking to when Shane narrows his eyes.

“He’s outside if you want to catch him, Mr Mahon.”

“Right. Good. Best of luck here, boys – I hope you do well.”

“Thank you, Sir.” They both grumble, turning back to their lockers.

Shane rushes out into the corridor and heads to the front of the building, hoping he’ll catch AJ, just to talk, that’s all. Especially if those idiots in there have upset him. Upset him? AJ can look after himself, Shane’s brain tells him. But his heart tells him AJ is alone, and probably heartbroken right now. And too proud to really ask for the help he needs. He needs more than a room.

And Shane is not the appropriate person to give him that... but he’s still jogging over to the boy he finds sitting on a bench outside, his bag by his feet.

“AJ,” he says, out of breath. He clears his throat and tries again. “AJ – you okay?”

AJ flinches out of his thoughts and looks up, blinking in surprise.

“Holy frick, it’s you... You know my name?”

Shane lets out a laugh in relief at finding him in time, and at the language. He feels light-headed to finally be talking to him.

“Of course I know your name, Allen Neal Jones – you know mine?”

#It's a start at least right #fanfic #imagine #slash #Twink AJ #AJ Styles #Shane McMahon #McStyles #prequel

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sufferthesea · 7 years

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Tagged by my sweet @pyroinquisitor ! Thank you!!

THE LAST

1. drink: Water! I have 7 water bottles in my room and I try to drink at least 4 of them a day. 2. phone call: AHAHAHA LIKE I TALK ON THE PHONE. (Actually, today I answered a call from my mom and almost ripped my thumb nail off on the chair trying to get to the phone.) 3. text message: I haven’t bought minutes for my phone so my last text was in June, saying “Your service ends soon”. 4. song you listened to: What Kind of Man by Florence + the Machine 5. time you cried: Teary-eyed or tears running down my face? Teary-eyed, today. Actual crying, ??? not sure! 6. dated someone twice: Nope! I’ve never dated! 7. kissed someone and regretted it: Theatre kisses don’t count (and neither do kisses on the cheek??), so I’ve never kissed anyone. 8. been cheated on: No 9. lost someone special: Yes. Many people. 10. been depressed: Yes. Gotta love that Frosty Fresh Depression 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Never been drunk!

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. Purple 13. Yellow 14. Soft pastels and earth tones

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: Yes!! 💖 16. fallen out of love: Yes! Good riddance! 👋 17. laughed until you cried: Yes! 18. found out someone was talking about you: Yep! But the people they were talking to stopped being friends with them and now want to be my friend 😂 19. met someone who changed you: Hmmm, I think so? 20. found out who your friends are: Yes! 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: If stage kisses and kisses on the cheek count, then yes! That’d be like 20 ppl 😂😂

GENERAL

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost all of them! Most are family, high school friends, and college friends. 23. do you have any pets: Yes, a dog! He’s old and grumpy but I love him. I used to have a bearded dragon named Sylar and I miss him dearly. 24. do you want to change your name: Sometimes, but I really like it because it’s unique even tho it’s unisex and also a surname... and no one can say it correctly.... and I never see it anywhere.... 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I can’t remember? My bday is close to my sister’s and dad’s, and it was close to my graduation so I think we had a combo birthday-grad dinner. 26. what time did you wake up: Alarms at 7.30am and 8am, and I woke up at 9am (-: 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Showering 28. name something you can’t wait for: To get another first draft of my original story done. Plot revision is a motivation killer. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Like 30min ago when I went to the kitchen. 30 has disappeared. RIP. 31. what are you listening to right now: Pity Party by MelMar. 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I knew a kid whose middle name was Tom, so yes! 33. something that is getting on your nerves: My own procrastination. 34. most visited website: YouTube, Tumblr, FB, gmail 35. hair colour: My hair is kinda weird bc of my parents. But it’s really dark brown (from my mom) with gold and red (from my mom’s mom and dad)?? And then I have chunks of blonde from when I bleached it and had purple, pink, and blue highlights. 36. long or short hair: It’s medium but I want to grow it back to how it used to be. I used to have the longest hair at my school (to my waist)! I miss it a lot. 37. do you have a crush on someone: NO!! No one real anyway. Fictional characters? Always. Choose a show or game and I probably have a crush on one of the characters. 38. what do you like about yourself: I like what other people have said about me: I’m the most compassionate person they’ve met; I have good energy; I’m easy to talk to. I also like that I am able to write and draw fairly well. (-: 39. want any piercings: Yes but I haven’t had a good experience with my past piercings. There’s a piercing/tattoo artist I know and trust but he’s sooooo far away ))-: 40. blood type: idek 41. nickname: Immy, Bee, C.B., Hoe, literally sooo many but most are family-only nicknames. Some old nicknames are Sensei and Onee-chan/Ane-chan. I also called myself Obaa because I felt old talking to ppl who just entered the fandom haha. But never I was never called Senpai ))): 42. relationship status: Single Pringle! 43. zodiac: Taurus / Boar 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: idk probably anything with an Asian cast bc I like seeing my people onscreen 46. tattoos: Not yet, but if I ever get one I have a rough design done. 47. right or left handed: Right but I’m teaching myself to become ambidextrous 48. surgery: None that I remember 49. piercing: Ears 50. sport: No! I used to do cross country in elementary school? 51. vacation: Love love love any Lewis & Clark vacations. Lewis is my husband and I would die for him. 52. pair of trainers: My only tennis shoes are faded and worn-out 3 y.o. purple and gray/silver ones I bought in my WTNV phase. I don’t like shoes so I haven’t bought new ones even tho I should.

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: Nothing 54. drinking: Water 55. im about to: Listen to music and finish Chap 3 of HBAM and maybe do some Kakashi Week prompts 56. waiting for: Myself to stop being lazy 57. want: To lay under my falsa blanket in bed and get some work done 58. get married: Yes!! I’m so excited to get married (-: I know it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but it’s so awesome to think that I’ll get to spend the rest of my life loving on someone and being comfortably dorky around them 59. career: I want to be an author! Ppl tell me I should go into writing (screenplays or articles), drawing (book illustrations) or counseling, and my older sis wants me to be a teacher with her. 60. hugs or kisses: I’m selective about who gives me affection tbh, and I’m more of a hand-holder so idk 61. lips or eyes: Lips. I have a hard time keeping eye contact and paying attention to what’s being said. I feel like they’re looking into my soul. 62. shorter or taller: I luv being taller than people but I want my hubby to be taller than me! 63. older or younger: I’m both middle and oldest child in my mixed family. I want to marry someone older, but I like being the oldest in my friend group. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms make me weak 66. troublemaker or hesitant: I used to be a troublemaker, but now I’m hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

67. kissed a stranger: No, but I proposed to one during a scavenger hunt (he said yes). 68. drank hard liquor: How hard is “hard”? 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes. I never wear my glasses so I misplace them a lot. 70. turned someone down: Had to turn someone down for other ppl because they wouldn’t take no for an answer 71. sex on the first date: No! I’ve never been on a date either ahahah 72. broken someone’s heart: Possibly 73. had your heart broken: Yes! Multiple times! But it heals stronger every time! 74. been arrested: No 75. cried when someone died: Yes 76. fallen for a friend: Yeah /:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: Yes but then I feel full of myself 78. miracles: Yes ?? But not like, cosmic miracles? I believe in God, ya know? so His miracles ?? 79. love at first sight: Yes! (reminds me of the county bailiff and grilled cheese food car guys I fell in love with when I moved down here lolol) 80. santa claus: SANTA IS THE BEST (but, practically, no) 81. kiss on the first date: On the cheek or back of the hand, sure?? I’ve never been on a date???? 82. angels: Yes!

OTHER

83. current best friends’ names: Goldie 84. eye colour: Hazel (mostly green) 85. favourite movie: Jurassic Park, Across the Universe, The New World, Howl’s Moving Castle, Spirited Away

Hopefully I filled them all in and didn’t leave Pyro’s answers hahaha

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