#and the jacket is so......hey diva

[backseatloversz]

hello. can anybody hear me. hello

[nicherayyy]

La squadra hc when they were in school (highschool) like their attitude, were they like academic achiever, delinquent, did they date anyone?? (They’re in the same school btw)🙏🙏🙏🙏 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AND THANKYOU!!

OMG YASSS! I have so many hcs with highschool la squadra tbh😭

La Squadra Highschool hcs

Okay so first of all

I'm pretty sure they won't become one big friend group at least for a few months

Mostly because of personality differences

For example Prosciutto prays to all the gods imaginable not to have classes with Formaggio

It's not like he hates him, but he definitely finds him pretty annoying

Poor Pros just came here to study some math while there's Formaggio trying to show a lightbulb into his mouth out of boredom

And I definitely see him annoy Pros in a classic class clown way

-Pros... PROS

-WHAT?

-*giggles* nothin'

And if the teacher notices he'd blame Prosciutto too😭

So yeah.. nobody really likes having classes with Formaggio

I'm pretty sure everyone sees him like a type of guy who constantly needs to date someone, although he only got a girlfriend once (in 5th grade and it lasted for two weeks)

Thinks that drinking energy drinks is cool, so he drinks them CONSTANTLY

If you look closely you might see his hands shaking from all the caffeine he consumed

He's like a big ball of energy

And maybe a ball of stomach and kidney issues, he's not sure, visiting a doctor is not his style

And since he needs to spend this energy somewhere the only class he never skipped is PE

Tries to show cool tricks with a basketball ball, but just ends up looking stupid

Well.. at least Illuso is amused

In the mean way

I swear he's like a school diva

A mean girl

Nobody really likes him for that, but he kinda has frienemy dynamic with Formaggio

I swear, one minute they're laughing together and the other they're trying to drown each other in a water fountain

Illuso would have a school gossip instagram account

(Mostly he just comes up with tea himself)

Somebody held hands? Yeah, they're getting a whole article about their dating life.

"Name three songs of the band on your shirt" type of guy

So yeah, he just goes to school to get some tea

But I KNOW that at the end of the semester he tries to hand in all his skipped assignments like nothing happened

-Hey teacher, I've got this essay you assigned us

-...It was due two months ago

-...Well I still did it, didn't I?

Risotto is a quiet type of guy

Not in a cool mysterious way, he's just mostly in his own world

But if you want to do a project with him, or sit with him during lunch he's totally fine with that

Has his own collection of band shirts

(Uh-huh he's the one who Iluso asks to name three band songs)

-Metallica shirt? Hah, name at least three of their songs

-"Enter Sandman", "Ride The Lightning", "Fade To Black"

-..Okay you're no fun

Randomly mastered piercing so now he has both of his brows pierced

Not really an academic weapon, he just does what he's asked to do

Literally, if you ask him to write an essay for 2000 words he'll write EXACTLY 2000 words. No more no less

I don't see him dating at all, cause he sees no point in it

Sometimes hangs out with Prosciutto

He just complimented his jacket once

Cause I literally see Pros being the most fashionable guy in school

So he likes his outfits/pieces of closing being complimented

He's the one big perfectionist

Has everything organised

School locker, notebooks, pencil cases you name it

Tried to become school president once

But wasn't so popular among voters for being "too serious"

He was, in fact, too serious

I don't think he ever skipped a class

(He'll feel bad if he does)

Besides, school is for studying so what's the poing of going there if he would just skip classes?

Took Pesci, as he calls it, "under his wing"

Mostly because Pesci thinks that Pros's really cool

Okay so Pesci is like the shyest but the nicest guy in school

Pros told him to be less nice cause some students take advantage of that

Yeah, some people are really mean to him

Gets so upset if he gets a bad mark

He's an average students, but tries to do better

I see Prosciutto using aggressive motivation on him

-We're graduating in two years and you're planning to apply to college with those results???

And Pesci gets a major scare from that

Also tried to be in school sports team, such as swim team, soccer team etc

Found out that that's not his cup of tea the hardest way possible.

Melone's a straight A student without even trying

He doesn't care that much, but somehow he's magically one of the best students at school

-Did you study for the test?

-What? No, I didn't even open the book *Gets an A+*

Teachers always ask him to help if they have some sort of computer problems

Still, some students think he's a creep

And well.. he is to some extent

Just don't tell him your zodiac sign and you'll be okay

I see him being in some kind of computer club

Or generally something related to electronics

You know, even if he's a good student, he still got suspended for dress code violation once or twice

But I know he's still teachers favourite because he knows how to make Excel Tables

And I also know for a fact that the same teachers don't like Ghiaccio

Especially literature teacher.

Ghiaccio is weirdly educated in literature, and he thinks that only his point of view is right

You don't agree with his view of some characters? Oh well, obviously your opinion is the wrong one

So the poor literature teacher spends like 45 minutes only to make Ghia stop try to argue with him

Also constantly tries to find loopholes in the school rules

And there's no reason to it, he just does that

School office secretary hates to see him coming.

Ghia is another perfectionist so instead of using eraser to correct a misspell, he just throws away an entire sheet of paper and starts again

(It's his 5th sheet of paper)

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

hey so can i get uhh Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer spend a day in modern day LA and Charlie and Vaggie lose Lucifer for several hours only to find him in the park playing with ducks like a Disney princess. surrounded by influencers.

Okay sorry it's short but honestly wasn't sure what to do as I'm an English girl and no city experience....

Charlie was frantically running around calling her dad's name, panicked as she wanders the streets getting dragged back onto the sidewalk by Vaggie before she could run out into the traffic.

Vaggie: "Charlie, it's your dad, he'll be okay, he has far more experience up here than us and he's the king of hell, it's not like anything could hurt him. Let's just go and have some ice cream I'm sure we'll either find him or he'll find us before it's time to leave."

Charlie worried but seeing the logic takes a deep breath, her smile straining.

Charlie: "Y-you're right, we should enjoy our day, I'm sure dad will be fine, just fine."

Charlie was honestly wishing she'd been able to bring Alastor for their errands instead now, at least he's not as easily led astray.

Finding the nearest ice cream parlour they sit out front on the few bistro tables overlooking a park just enjoying the sun, although the smell and noise wasn't the best it was still better than hell.

There's a commotion coming from the park and Charlie and Vaggie give each other a look.

Charlie is out of her seat and running before Vaggie can react.

Aaannnd there he was...

Jacket off, shirt sleeves and trousers rolled up, shoes and socks missing.

Lucifer, in the pond...

Playing with the ducks, one perched on his head, a happy smile on his face as he laughs at a 'cute little guy' trying to peck his hand for getting too close.

There are several people on benches recording, and some even so bold as to stand as close as possible filming and trying to get his attention for their 'vlogs'.

Lucifer however only has eyes for his 'daughters' and tries to wave them in as a flock of ducks swim around him in a synchronised circle.

Lucifer: "Look girls, I found the ducks!"

He chuckles as the one on his head joins the rest in swimming and the crowd clap like it's some sort of planned stunt.

Finally after several minutes coaxing they get Lucifer out of the pond and onto dry land, his jacket in hand and padding along on bare feet.

Followed by his seemingly new adoring fans, which is going to pose a problem when it comes to getting home.

Charlie: "What were you thinking, we're supposed to not attract attention." She hisses, although can't keep the smile off her own face, Vaggie having a crisis over his missing shoes however does see the humour in it all.

Lucifer: "Charlie don't you worry about it, I have a few tricks up my sleeves, it'll be fine, besides the ducks needed me... I err... May have subtly cleaned the pond of its pollution..."

Charlie: "DAD!"

Lucifer: "I know, I know, but I couldn't leave them to suffer, have you seen this place, I just had to give them their best chance... M-Vaggie gets it... Right Vaggie?"

Vaggie sighs, but the pleading look on Lucifer's face is too much like Charlie's.

Vaggie: "Yes sir, it's their home after all."

Lucifer throws his arms around both of their waists as they walk, and as they round a corner they're gone, before the public see anything...

People search around in confusion but can't find the 'Duck Diva' anywhere, social media videos and footage seems to corrupt when played and there's no proof that anything happened other than word of mouth.

All was 'fine'.

[luvyeni]

Hey! I saw your Yeonjun fic where he was fucking the reader when their baby was asleep💀 Can you do the same for jay, hee and gyu?🥺

ANOTHER ONE; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. husband!jay x fem!reader

wc. 1k

warnings. dry humping, oral (f. receiving),unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, impregnation kink,

i did jay because i love husband jay

husband jay coming home to his sleeping baby and he beautiful wife and decides he wants another.

—

undoing his tie, taking his shoes off— he smiled hearing his beautiful wife's humming from the kitchen, the stress of the day wearing off.

"baby, im home." you turned around, and he thought you were the most beautiful thing on the planet, you weren't wearing anything special, a long t-shirt that was probably his.

"you're home!" you said excitedly, that's what he loved about you, no matter the day whether good or bad, you always greeted him with so much love.

"how was your day?" you asked, while washing the rest of the dishes, cleaning up the mess from the day— your three year old daughter could do some damage.

"it was good." jay wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing finally getting to hold you. "everyone did what they were supposed to do." he kissed your neck, you giggled, making his heart swell.

"how was the baby today?"

"oh you mean the grown woman sleeping in her bed now, she was a diva all day, she learned a knew word today, 'no mommy'— oh she really loves that." he laughed. "she learned it from you." he scoffed.

"me? uh uh, that's all you." he defended himself. "whatever, and she has the audacity to ask for a new sibling as if she isn't enough as it is." you chuckled, but jay had different thoughts.

he'd been thinking about having another kid recently, he loved his daughter , and he would love for her to have a baby brother or sister.

"she said that?" you hummed, sensing his tone getting deeper. "s..she's been saying it a lot recently."

the thought of fucking another baby into you, seeing you pregnant and swollen with his baby again made his cock stir in his dress pants.

"do you want that princess, do you want another baby?" you bit your lip as jay began to grind his hard cock against your ass. "because, i'll give you one tonight if that's what you want." he kissed behind your ear, blowing on it.

you were ready to have another kid, you were a stay at home mom, deciding it was the best idea for your daughter, so adding another baby to the mix would be know problem. "baby?" he interrupted your inner monologue, "i asked you a question?" he sucked little marks on to your collarbone.

"y..yes, i..i want another one." you moaned out, he covered your mouth. "gotta be quite, don't want to wake the baby." he reached over, turning the water off.

"let's go to the room, love."

he guided you to the room, softly pushing you on to the bed, taking his suit jacket off, undoing the buttons on his shirt. "my pretty pretty wife." he hovered over your body, lifting your shirt up, revealing your underwear.

"gonna give you another baby." he gave you little feathery kisses on your neck. "j..jay." you sighed as his kisses lower and lower. "please do something." you squirmed, but he held your waist down. "be still." the dominance in his voice made the little wet patch in your panties grow.

he slowly pulled your underwear down to your ankles, throwing them somewhere. "so soaked baby, the thought of me fucking another baby made you this wet baby." he toyed with your slit with his thumb.

jay licked greedily around your folds, intentionally avoiding your needy clit. "jay ... please," you sighed, clasping your fingers in his hair, "you're teasing." you whine.

"i'm sorry baby, you know i can't help it.

the unexpected sensation f his mouth on your clit made you jump, he chuckled into you slightly, before licking a thick stripe up your aching cunt, groaning you were sweet on his tongue, drenching his fingers the more he lapped up your juices. "so fucking sweet baby... fuck i could spend on night down here, tasting your pussy." he dove right back in, you arched your back, gripping his hair tighter.

"oh fuck!" jay covered your mouth so you couldn't scream to loud, as he slid 2 fingers into your pussy. "be fucking quiet." he said like it was easy when he was vigorously thrusting his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt. "you're clenching , are you gonna cum?" you nodded, grabbing his wrist as he sped up.

"cum for me." you came thighs shaking as he rode out your high, pulling his fingers out. "good job princess." he wrapped his lips around his fingers soaked in your essence. "taste so fucking good." you moaned, grinding your hips against his slacks.

"j...jay p..please, i w..want your cock." he stood up, pulling his slacks and underwear down to his ankles, tossing them much as he had done to your underwear. "p...please." you begged.

"begging for me to give you my cock?" he tugged his cock to full hardness. "i'll give it to you baby." he guided it to your hole. "remember be quiet." he kissed you, concealing your moans as he slid his cock in.

"so wet and warm." he groaned against your lips as he pulled out, thrusting back in. "s...so full." you tried to whisper your moans. "yeah? you feel full?" you nodded.

"p..please f..f...faster!"

"you want me to go faster?" you nodded, and he hilted his movements, pulling out— slamming into you this time, before thrusting into you at a rough pace, you bit your lip, eyes rolling back as you contained your moans.

"baby, you look so sexy right now, so fucked out, trying to hold your moans in, such a good girl." he grabbed the back of your calves, pushing them against your chest, the new position made your jaw slack.

"oh fuck! you're clenching around me so hard." he groaned, rubbing your clit as he slammed into you. "gonna let me fill your pretty pussy up, hmm? gonna carry my baby again?." he reached in between your bodies, rubbing your clit.

"gonna look so beautiful, all pregnant- fuck! " he grunted, his thrust getting sloppy. "j...jay- go ahead and cum love, cum so i can fill your pussy up with my seed." he kissed you once again, swallowing your moans as you came around his cock hard, he let out a string of cuss words as his seed shot into you, coating your walls white.

"s...shit." he his hips jolted as he ride out his high. "you feel so good."

"i'm not done princess, im gonna fuck my cum into you until i think it's enough."

©️LUVYENI

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- One Direction And Scott Mills

2013

Part 37

“I’m now joined with One Direction at a secret location” Scott introduces us all “don’t say where we are by the way”

“We don’t know where we are. We were blindfolded” liam jokes next to me making me chuckle

“We’ve noticed your spending all the money on your music videos now. Most notably you’ve upgraded the camper van in steal my girl. What happened to the last one?”

“I don’t know actually” I respond as Liam points the mic at me but ends up hitting my nose

“We should see if we can get our hands on that actually. Can you direct these mics a bit better Liam. You’ve already hit YN with it”

“Sorry man”

“Hey what about me?” I nudge Liam who’s smiling

“Sorry YN”

“Thank you”

“The new album is released on November 17th. Have you all heard it the whole way through as an album”

“I don’t think so. Each song…. Liam just give me the mic” I take it off Liam as he hits me again with it “as I was saying. We’ve listened to each song individually but not as a album”

“We should do that” Liam says

“I like doing it in the car” Harry speaks into Niall’s mic

“What’s your favourite song on the album?”

“I really like where do broken hearts go” Niall replies

“Harry?”

“I’m a big fan of the next single”

“YN?”

“That’s a tough one. I think it might be ready to run or night changes”

“Louis?”

“I like fireproof”

“Same” Liam responds

“See on the same page”

“Zayn”

“I agree with Niall where do broke hearts go”. Steal my girl is then played on the radio and we get back into answering some more questions

“You mentioned on Twitter that you get cabin fever when your not allowed out of hotel rooms. What happens when you want to go outside but you have to stay in. Like who goes craziest?”

“I just get a headache if I don’t have fresh air” I reply

“Yeah then you get grumpy” Harry says

“We we’re in Charlotte in North Carolina about 4 weeks ago and there were loads of people outside the hotel. YN came into our room with a grumpy face and asked if any of us had painkillers because she ran out non of us did so she literally curled up on the floor and cried for a solid half an hour”

“My head was hurting” I look at Niall and pout

“I know” Niall puts his arm over my shoulder “Harry was ready to go and find her some but out management stopped him”

“Did you get any pain killers in the end?” Scott asks

“I did. One of the hotel staff felt bad for us so she gave me some”

“Knocked her out though” Liam says

“Slept like a baby. Stole Harry’s bed he ended up on the floor”

“Have any of you said something to someone and then you’ve gone away and though they must think your a right diva?”

“Oh 100%. I was having a bad day when we were in Toronto and someone had put sugar in my tea. I wouldn’t say I was horrible but I definitely had a bit of a moan. I went and apologised after” I tell Scott

“The next few questions I want you to answer honestly. They aren’t really yes or no questions so if someone doesn’t feel comfortable answering or elaborating then move on to someone else. Have any of you got in a relationship just for the winter?” Liam immediately points at Harry

“What do you mean?”

“I just wanted to point at you”

“Wasn’t on purpose”

“No I have these boys here to steal their jumpers and jackets to keep me warm” I joke… kinda

“Are any of you worried about what’s on your iCloud now that hackers can get in?”

“Only thing they will see is photos of Cookie”

“Thats true her whole camera roll is just of her dog”

“None of you and Liam?”

“I think there’s like 2 photos of us together it’s literally just tour photos, these idiots and Cookie”

“Hey I’m offended” Niall says looking at me

“Well that’s the end of the interview thank you very much. This has been One Direction live on radio one”

[insomniac4000]

14 - George

You’re a nightmare.

It was well past midnight when George’s phone buzzed. He squinted at the screen, feeling both amused and resigned as he saw the name on the caller ID. His girlfriend was on a night out with her friends, a hen do no less and judging by the time, she’d reached the “slightly too tipsy to get home alone” stage.

“Geooorge!” her voice rang out as soon as he picked up, loud and bright. He could practically hear her swaying in place.

“Yes, ma’am, what can I do for you?” George said, grabbing his keys and slipping on his jacket already anticipating the conversation.

“I’m ready to go home!” she announced. “But, but... listen, it’s very important that you come quickly because I just told everyone that you’re my hero and that you can swoop in like Superman. Or Batman! You can be Batman, if you want.”

George chuckled, stepping out the door and locking it behind him. “Okay, Batmobile’s on its way. Just don’t wander off, alright?”

When he arrived outside the bar, he spotted her immediately, her face lighting up as soon as she saw him. “There’s my Batm- I mean, George! Look, girls, he’s here!” she called back to her friends, who waved and laughed, knowing she was in good hands.

“Hey, love,” he said, guiding her toward the car, “How was the night?”

“Oh, amazing,” she said, her voice drifting as she buckled herself into the passenger seat. “Did you know... did you know we’re in, like, a big ball of floating space rock?” She spread her hands in a wide arc, trying to mimic the vastness of the universe.

George glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “You mean Earth?”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. “It’s just... bonkers, isn’t it?”

As they started driving, she leaned back in her seat, singing a song that sounded vaguely like something she’d heard in the club. Her voice wasn’t entirely on key, but she sang with the confidence of a diva on stage. George couldn’t help but grin as she gestured with exaggerated movements, lost in her own world.

“You’re really giving it your all, huh?” he teased.

“Thank you, thank you,” she said, performing a dramatic bow from her seat. “I’d like to thank the Academy and… George! George, listen!” She put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with a grave expression. “Did you know… that ducks can actually swim in circles?”

George let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll sleep easier knowing that, thanks.”

Her face softened as she looked over at him, and she rested her head against the seat, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. “You’re so nice, George. Like, really, really nice. Did you know that?”

“Nice enough to drive across town to pick up a drunk girlfriend talking about space ducks,” he said, chuckling.

“Space ducks!” she squealed, clapping her hands. “You’re brilliant, you know that?” She reached over to poke his cheek playfully.

He rolled his eyes, pulling up to a red light. “You’re a nightmare, you know that?”

She gasped, clearly offended, then started laughing. “A nightmare? Me?” She leaned over, poking his cheek again. “But you looove me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, grinning as he drove off when the light turned green. “Hard not to when you’re this adorable.”

As they reached her apartment, he helped her out of the car and walked her up the steps, making sure she didn’t trip over anything. She turned to him with a big, sloppy grin and spread her arms wide for a hug, which he happily returned.

“You’re my best friend, George,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “You’re my hero and my… my, uh… my duck.”

George laughed, rubbing her back. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She pulled back, looking at him with an unsteady but sincere gaze. “It was a compliment. Thanks for picking me up, Batman.”

“Anytime, my sweet,” he replied, gently guiding her inside and watching as she clumsily shuffled her way to bed. With one last laugh, he turned off the light and closed the door behind him, knowing this was just one more chaotic night they’d laugh about for years to come.

[reizoudesu]

02. goodbye

"stay alive" (kazuha x reader) - chapter two (press ">>" to proceed. otherwise, press "<<" to return.)

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When you arrived at the Justice Building alongside the other tributes - as expected, you see little Paimon, who rushed towards you and sat on your lap, arms around your neck, just like when she was a little toddler.

Your mother walks up to you and wraps her arms around both her children without a word. You couldn’t find anything good to say either. No, not after she wallowed in the depths of despair, leaving you to be the sole “parent” of your little sister.

Still, you gave her an order of what they should do while you were gone.

The remaining minutes was just you and Paimon lost into a sentimental moment, her large navy-blue eyes that used to shine like the stars in the galaxies now glistening with unshed tears. It’s like the sky itself is crying for your departure.

“Will you be okay, y/n? Paimon doesn’t want you to leave,” she bemoans, her little hands clutching at your jacket, and you embrace her, indifferent yet still showing sympathy.

“We’ll never know, Paimon. But I’ll be fine. Just be good to mum, okay?” You told her, carding her silky locks of white hair on the crown of her head. You told her that because it is simply the truth. And the both of you knows that.

"Paimon wants you to win... because you're so fast and brave. Please, just try?" her little voice broke through your walls, and you felt your heart ache again. This sweet child...

"...I will," you relented, kissing her forehead right until the Peacemakers knocked on the door to drag them out the door.

Silence again... until you hear a knock.

"Hey," you perk up at the voice, and you immediately ran to embrace Childe, who was just about to enter the room. He gasps before letting out a chuckle, shaking his head at you.

"Heh, easy there," he laughs, but you couldn't. You were frowning.

"I'm a little nervous," you tell him, your jaw tightening as you struggle for words. Anything can happen in the Hunger Games, and you find yourself fighting to breathe.

"Look, y/n, I'll be frank with you. You're capable of hunting, and you can shoot. That's already a plus when surviving the Games." Childe says, his face now serious than before.

"What if there are no bows or arrows prepared?" you stressed, a look of anguish as you try to think for any answers.

"Then make one." "Please, mine isn't even as good as Dad's."

You stop when you blurt out your father's name, and Childe sighs, sympathy washing over his once grave expression.

"A weak bow is better than no bow at all," he crosses his arms. You wanted to listen, but you weren't with all the noise inside your brain.

But, for now, you decided to trust your best friend's words for that.

Time is up, and the Peacekeepers are back to claim the visitor, not before you yell in panic, "Don't let them starve!"

"I won't, y/n! Don't worry! Remember, I-" And he is out, the slamming of the door breaking your train of thoughts.

Now you are at a loss. What does he want you to remember? Sighing, you glanced at the window, noting the scenery of the wilderness from the outside... you were missing home. You were just thinking about Childe's words before you were ushered by the oh-so-lovely diva Furina to go outside. Soon enough, you'll be in a train station - where the real fun begins.

to be continued... ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

©reizoudesu

AGGHH, I'm sorry for not being active for the past few weeks(?) School is now making me busier than I expected... (TwT )

In the meantime, stay tuned for more of these~ Thanks for your patience.

[cherrygirlystuff]

Brat Summer - We're Obsessed, What To Wear?

Hey Bestie! 💖 We’re All Obsessed with Brat – Here’s What to Wear During Brat Summer!

Hey, babe! 🌸 Let’s talk about the vibe of the summer: Brat Summer! If you’re anything like me, you’re totally obsessed with this trend – it’s sassy, it’s bold, and it’s everything we’ve been waiting for. So, let’s dive into the must-haves for your Brat Summer wardrobe, because we’re not just here to look cute – we’re here to own it. 💅✨

What is Brat Summer? (And Why We’re Living for It) 😈

First things first, let’s get into what Brat Summer is all about. Think of it as your inner diva coming out to play – with attitude! It’s that confident, unapologetic energy that says, “I’m here, I’m fierce, and I’m not taking any nonsense.” We’re talking about living life on your terms, being bold with your fashion choices, and embracing your most playful, rebellious self. Sound fun? Trust me, it is!

The Essentials: What to Wear During Brat Summer 🛍️

So, how do you channel your inner brat through your wardrobe? Let’s break it down, bestie. This summer, it’s all about mixing bold, statement pieces with playful accessories. Here’s your ultimate guide to looking fabulous during Brat Summer.

1. Crop Tops & Mini Skirts: The Power Duo 💃

When it comes to Brat Summer, less is definitely more. Crop tops and mini skirts are the ultimate power duo that scream confidence. Think 90s-inspired fits – baby tees, spaghetti straps, and anything that shows off your midriff. Pair a cute crop top with a plaid mini skirt or a sassy tennis skirt for that ultimate bratty vibe. Add some chunky sneakers or platform sandals to keep it playful yet fierce.

2. Bold Colors & Patterns: Stand Out, Don’t Blend In 🌈

Brat Summer is all about making a statement, so don’t be afraid to go bold with your color choices. Hot pinks, neon greens, electric blues – the brighter, the better. Mix in some wild patterns like animal prints, checkerboard, or tie-dye to really stand out. This summer, your wardrobe should be just as bold as your attitude.

3. Accessories with Attitude: Because Details Matter 💎

Let’s talk accessories, babe. This summer, your accessories should be just as bratty as your outfit. Think chunky chains, oversized sunglasses, and lots of bling. Don’t forget a cute, sassy handbag – maybe one with a cheeky slogan or a pop of neon. And of course, no Brat Summer look is complete without some serious hair accessories. Claw clips, scrunchies, and butterfly clips are your best friends.

4. Platform Shoes: Elevate Your Style (Literally) 👠

Platforms are a Brat Summer must-have. Whether it’s chunky platform sandals, sky-high boots, or even platform sneakers, these shoes will give you that extra boost of confidence (and height!). Plus, they’re super comfy for all the adventures you’ll be having this summer. Pair them with your favorite mini skirt or some distressed denim shorts for a look that’s equal parts cute and fierce.

5. Statement Outerwear: For Those Cooler Summer Nights 🧥

Even brats get chilly sometimes, so make sure you’ve got some statement outerwear in your closet. A cropped denim jacket, a bold windbreaker, or even a faux fur coat for extra drama – these pieces will keep you warm while still slaying. Opt for something in a bright color or with a funky print to keep that bratty vibe going strong, even when the sun goes down.

Embrace Your Inner Brat: Confidence is Key 💅

Here’s the most important part of Brat Summer, babe – it’s all about your attitude. The clothes are just a bonus. Whether you’re rocking a mini skirt or lounging in your fave oversized tee, what makes this summer truly bratty is the confidence you bring to every look. Own your style, strut your stuff, and don’t let anyone dull your sparkle.

Brat Summer is about living your best life, having fun with fashion, and being unapologetically you. So go ahead, mix those bold colors, pile on the accessories, and step out in those platform shoes like you own the place – because you do!

Final Thoughts, Bestie: Let’s Slay This Brat Summer Together! 👑

This summer is all about embracing your inner brat and letting her shine. Whether you’re heading to the beach, hitting up a festival, or just strutting through the city streets, make sure you’re doing it in style. We’ve got a whole season of fierce fashion ahead, and I can’t wait to see all the amazing looks you come up with.

So, grab your crop tops, pile on the accessories, and let’s make this the most unforgettable Brat Summer ever. ��✨

What’s your go-to Brat Summer look, babe? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m dying to see how you’re styling your bratty vibes! 💕

[bbygirlky18]

Mami's Breakthrough!

Chapter 1

Part 1

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: Rhea was getting tired of Finn and Damian fighting so when she arrived at the hotel she decided to take a walk when she came across this wrestling show and she met the diva who runs it and wrestles in it.

A/N: This is the for the first chapter of my fanfic Mami's Breakthrough! Enjoy.

Word Count: 662 for Part 1 (The total of the whole first chapter is 2663)

Rhea's POV: "Let's go to the hotel. I'm tired of you guys fighting." I said as I grew more pissed at Finn and Damian. The ride to the hotel was full of silence and once we arrived at the hotel the arguments started back up.

"Why is JD in Judgement Day business? It's only allowed to be Judgement members." Damian said to Finn. "JD is my friend. We've been friends forever. Plus you don't hear me complaining about you talking to Bad Bunny after you said that you would end his career at Backlash in Puerto Rico and you lost." I stopped in my tracks and grabbed my jacket, my phone, the room key, and my purse. I texted Liv Morgan and it went like this.

Rhea😈: Hey Liv. I’m going for a walk out on the town. Do you want to come? I need to get out here before I kill Finn and Damian.

Liv💙: Yeah sure. I heard that there’s this wrestling show going on right now and Trinity (Naomi) apparently knows the girl who runs it. Do you want me to invite Trin?

Rhea😈: Yeah bring her along. I could use the girl time right now. 

Liv💙: Ok. Meet us downstairs. 

Rhea😈: Ok. Bring your room keys and your purses. I’m heading downstairs right now.

Once I was done texting Liv I looked at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. I said “I’m heading out before we have to go out with WWE. Finn and Damian if you don’t get your shit together we’re gonna have problems.” I walked out of the room and I walked to the elevator and went to the first floor. While down on the first floor I saw Stephanie and Hunter and I said “Hey me, Liv and Naomi are going for a walk out on the town we’ll meet you at the bar. Is that ok?” Stephanie said “Yea don’t worry about it, Rhea. I’ll have someone text you, Liv, or Naomi when we’re at the bar and you 3 can just meet there.” I said “Ok. Thank you.” They walked off and I heard the elevator ding. I see Naomi, Liv, Jimmy, and Jey all get off the elevator. I said “Hey girls. Sup twins.” Jimmy and Jey waved. Naomi said, “I tried to tell them that it was a girl’s night for you and you wanted us to come so you can breathe and get your mind right but they told me that they are not going to let me go alone only cause of the creepy guys who are out so I just told them that they could come.” I nodded and said “That’s fine with me. I just need to get out and blow off steam before I kill Damian and Finn.”

We all left the hotel and we walked into this place that had like at least 137,379 people in it and this beautiful, gorgeous, astonishing woman walked out and said “Welcome to Eastern Oustanding Amazing Entertainment Pro Wrestling aka EOAEPW where everyone is accepted. Even though I’m the owner I will be wrestling for you tonight. My name is Gretchen Foster but my full name is Gretchen Wilhelmina Janene Dodie Foster but in the ring, I’m known as “The Nightmare Demolisher” Eliora “Evie” King. I’m glad that you’re here. Let’s get the show started. The first match scheduled for one fall is for the Demon’s Championship Belt. Introducing the champion weighing in at 6’6”, 272 lbs from Ogdensburg, New Jersey, Nathan “Quickdraw” Bernard, and introducing the challenger weighing in at 6’3”, 160lbs from Streetsboro, Ohio, Shane "Big Boy" Stone.” We sat and watched the match. Shane put up a good fight, but in the end, Nathan was able to secure the victory and retain his championship belt. After the match, Nathan celebrated with the crowd, as Shane accepted defeat with a humble nod.  Nathan and Shane embraced each other and the crowd cheered in appreciation. Nathan then thanked the crowd for their support and Shane did the same.

[saddleups]

hey diva… love your work you’re doing for the james sunderland girlies… we are a rare breed and im loving our representation. also saw you are looking to write for mgs and let me say… i am SO EXCITED RAAAA. would love to see some solid snake x reader during mgs2 smut 🙏 there is so much potential for angst with the whole double identity/fake dying and you slay the hell out of that.

anyway… thank you queen for your service ❤️

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔���𝐓 . . . 3.6k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. SOLID SNAKE ( DAVID ) X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . death . grieving/trying to move on . they are kind of mean to each other ? rough/angry sex . slapping p_rn with a little plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg diva :') i love you for this but i think i need to be sedated. this takes place after he fakes his death but before he helps raiden, if the context even matters ? idk don't ask me about mgs lore i'll start crying lmao

There was always a car parked outside your window, an unremarkable presence that somehow offered comfort—a silent sentinel ensuring your safety. Day after day, it lingered, a fixture of your life, almost as though it were watching over you in his stead. But today, for the first time, someone stepped out. You watched as a man exited the car, hesitated in the driveway, then straightened his coat and approached your porch.

A gentle knock echoed through the stillness, and with dread weighing down each step, you opened the door. The man before you was plain, almost forgettable. He wore a hat that cast shadows over his face, his gaze obscured behind thick glasses he adjusted with shaking fingers. He couldn’t look at you, eyes darting to the floor, as though seeking a way to soften the blow he was about to deliver. But you already knew. You could feel it—a familiar, creeping cold that began in your chest and spread like ice through your limbs.

“Ma’am, I'm sorry but...your fiancé is dead.”

The words were soft, like a whisper from another world, but they hit with brutal force, each syllable closing in around you like a vice. His words crashed against you, and in the hollow silence that followed, all you could hear was David’s voice echoing in your mind. How many times had he warned you, tried to push you away, his face grim and serious, telling you that loving him would come with risks you couldn’t yet fathom? You’d heard him, but you’d never truly listened. You’d been so sure that this wasn’t something you’d ever have to face—that the risk was part of who he was, not of who you were. He had been so insistent, as though trying to prepare you, in his own way, for the life that followed in his shadow.

You thought you could bear the long silences, the days and nights spent wondering where he was and whether he’d make it back to you in one piece. You thought the sacrifices were worth it, believing love could shield you from the reality of his work. But standing here now, with the weight of those words still settling over you, you finally understood the depth of the danger you’d dismissed, the gravity he’d tried so hard to make you see.

The world outside dulled into a low hum, and inside, the air thickened, pressing in from all sides. Your knees trembled as the walls seemed to close in around you. But before you could collapse, the man’s hands reached out to steady you, grounding you just enough to keep you on your feet.

"He was a hero."

Of course he was.

Time moved on around you, indifferent to the hollow ache in your chest. The seasons changed, the leaves turning, falling, and growing back again, but you hadn’t let him go. His side of the bed was always untouched, pillows fluffed and blankets smoothed, as though he’d walk in any moment, casting off his jacket and boots, filling the space with his warmth.

His clothes remained in the closet, his razor and toothbrush undisturbed in the bathroom. To you, it felt as if the world might have forgotten him, but you couldn’t, and even though your mother insisted it was time, you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your ring. To you, he was still yours, no matter what anyone else believed.

Eventually, at your mother’s urging and your friends’ encouragement, you tried to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t easy, but little by little, you let yourself imagine a future—one that didn’t hurt as much as the memories you held onto.

Tonight, after months of emptiness, you had finally agreed to a date. He was nice, polite, everything you might’ve wanted if you’d met him in another life, under different circumstances. And even though you’d forced yourself to smile and engage, trying to find a spark of something, your heart was still somewhere else, tangled up with someone who wasn’t coming back.

As he walked you to your porch, your date paused, his gaze lingering a bit too long, that expectant look in his eyes clear as he offered to stay the night. You hesitated, your hand on the doorknob, and smiled apologetically, murmuring a gentle, “Not tonight.” You leaned in to kiss him softly, hoping he’d take it for what it was—a polite goodnight and nothing more. He accepted it, albeit with a disappointed smile, and waved as he headed back down the steps.

Part of you wished he didn't. You couldn't help but to feel guilty, but it'd been so long since you felt the touch of another man. The sensation of feeling ravished, relentlessly. "I'm acting like a bitch in a heat." You muttered to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar quiet settling around you, a calm you hadn’t been able to recreate with anyone else. But then you froze, feeling a presence in the room.

There, sitting at the edge of the couch, looking like he’d just walked out of one of your dreams—or nightmares—was David. He watched you, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on his lips, and your heart slammed into your ribs. He looked tired, his clothes worn, his hair a bit longer than usual. And he was unmistakably, undeniably alive.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between amused and wounded. “So… nice date?”

As you stared, struggling to process the sight of him sitting there like a ghost brought to life, David’s hand shifted, revealing something small and gleaming between his fingers. Your engagement ring. The one you’d left tucked in a drawer after trying to let him go. He turned it idly in his hand, the light catching on the band as he ran his thumb over the smooth metal, almost absently. It was like he was testing the weight of it, feeling its significance without quite understanding it.

It was odd seeing David have such an attachment to it. He never wore his own, swore it was for your safety. Nobody could know that The Solid Snake had a tether to the earth, they'd kill you for it. It never bothered you much, especially after his assumed death you dramatically convinced yourself that, perhaps, your own death would've been kinder.

He shrugged, a small, almost cocky smile playing on his lips, and he held the ring up with a casual flick. “Didn’t expect to see you… moving on so fast.” He tried for humor, his tone light, almost teasing. “Guess I can’t blame you for needing a warm body around. You must’ve missed me.”

Seeing him holding that ring, the very symbol of the life and love you’d mourned, felt like a slap in itself. You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as the reality of it—the casualness, the nerve—sank in. Your shock turned to anger, and you clenched your fists at your sides.

Noticing your demeanor, David stepped closer. He reached out his hand and the anger that had been simmering finally erupted. Before he could touch you, your hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, the sharpness of it as raw as the pain he’d left you with. His head snapped to the side, and he froze, his cheek reddening where you’d struck him.

You took a shaky breath, every part of you shaking with the tension you’d held back for so long. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”

His smile faltered, his expression shifting as he took in the fury in your eyes. “I… Look, it was part of the mission,” he said, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “I thought it’d be easier if—”

“If you let me think you were dead?” you cut him off, voice rising. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What it’s like to believe I lost you for good?”

David’s face fell, the weight of your words finally settling in. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d… be okay.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as everything poured out. “Do you know what it’s been like, David? Trying to live without you? I thought I’d lost you forever. I went on a date tonight because I thought I had to let you go!” Your voice cracked. “And now you’re just… sitting here, like it’s nothing?”

For a moment, he was silent, his expression growing somber. Then, quietly, he reached out a hand to you, regret darkening his gaze. “I didn’t understand how much it would hurt you, baby. I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you,” you whispered, barely holding yourself together. “You left me to grieve you. To go through all of that alone. And now you’re just here, acting like it’s no big deal?”

David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I see now how wrong I was.”

The anger ebbed, replaced by the pain of everything you’d carried alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping closer, needing to feel him, to know he was real. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, his voice thick with regret as he murmured, “I’m here now. For good. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

You wanted to stay mad, to push him away—but you couldn’t. His arms around you, his warmth and heartbeat steady against yours, brought a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in so long. For now, you let yourself sink into him, allowing the anger and grief to fade, if only for a moment.

You're such a fool for him.

David kissed the corner of your lip. His hands find their place on your hips. His warmth envelops you, steady and familiar, as if he could melt all the time and distance that had separated you.

His lips capture yours completely, a slow, lingering kiss that feels like a claim, pulling you deeper into the moment, grounding you in his touch.

He pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips. “You had wine?”

You shiver, his breath warm against your cheek, the scent of him intoxicating. “A little,” you admit, barely a whisper.

“Expensive?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a gentle line along your jaw, sparking tingles that send a thrill through you.

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. He went all out for me.”

David lets out a low, amused chuckle, his hand slipping to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “God… and you didn’t even put out?”

You can feel his heart beating against yours, the intensity in his gaze holding you captive. “Because,” you say softly, voice catching as you press your forehead to his, “I missed you.”

“Tell me what you missed most,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl as his fingers brush along your waist, his touch both familiar and electrifying.

You open your mouth to answer, the words on the tip of your tongue. “Your coc—” But you catch yourself, cheeks warming as you meet his gaze.

A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Go on…”

You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to steady yourself, to hold onto even a sliver of your anger. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, asshole.”

David chuckles, his thumb grazing your cheek. “I know,” he whispers, his voice soft but unrepentant. “But tell me anyway.”

His lips press against yours once more, filled with urgency and longing. David's strong arms lift you effortlessly and your fingers instinctively wrap around his neck, seeking comfort and security. It feels like a fairy tale as he leads you to the bedroom that was once shared between you both.

With care, he sets you down on the soft mattress, and your hands trace the contours of his back, cherishing every touch as if trying to imprint it in your memory. You have to remind yourself that this is real, that he is here with you now. The scent of his cologne fills the room and adds to the atmosphere of passion and longing, it’d been too long.

His lips press hard against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that ignite your skin. You can feel the familiar heat radiating off of him and it's almost impossible to resist. "Tell me what you missed," he demands again, his voice dripping with eagerness. He needs to hear it, to know that he still has this hold on you.

You furrow your brows, trying to maintain some semblance of anger as his hands roam freely over your body, disregarding any barriers. But when he whispers in your ear, all thoughts of resistance disappear.

"I missed your cock," you confess brazenly, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of him buried inside you.

David responds by thrusting his hips against your clothed slit, causing you both to moan in unison. He leans back slightly and groans into your mouth, unable to contain his pleasure at hearing your admission. You reach for his hand and bring it to your face, hungrily licking and nipping at his fingers before taking them into your mouth.

"Did you miss me?" you ask seductively, locking eyes with him. "Did you spend countless nights jerking off thinking of me?" With a devilish grin, you dart your tongue out and trace it along his palm and between his fingers before sucking two of them into your mouth. A fire ignited in you both, parting for air you taunted, “David, you came in this hand didn’t you?” Your saliva is coated between his fingers, “and you wished it was inside my cunt.”

You glare up at him, daring him to say something, to try to justify what he’s put you through. He’d never seen you so forward, he found enjoyment in being the dominant one. His libido getting the better of him, he blamed it on being a man. David doesn’t speak. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a rough, demanding kiss.

"What about you?" He growls, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"Did you finger fuck yourself?" He sneers, each thrust hitting deeper and harder. "With the showerhead? Or did you buy a fake cock to fuck?"

His hands wrap around your throat, choking off your breath. "Why didn't you fuck him?" He demands, his voice dripping with jealousy and possessiveness.

"Your date, or anyone else. Did you know deep down that no one else could stretch your cunt like I can?" His words are filled with rage mixed with betrayal, fueling his rough movements as he claims you.

You can’t let him make you come like this. Clothed, like a bitch in a fucking heat. The second you feel his body shudder above yours, you take advantage of his weakened state. With all your might, you push forward to sit upright. The shift in position, the sudden display of power causes David's eyes to widen.

"On your back, Snake." It isn't a request, it's a demand. And like the loyal dog he is, he quietly obeyed.

Straddling his hips, David's erection is pressed firmly against your core. The dry humping session leaving both of you soaked. You're fine like this. It isn't ideal but, you can easily come with the sensation of his cock against your clit and then leave them him there to fend for himself. But for David? He bit his lip to stifle a whimper. He desperately craved for his release.

"How dare you?" You ask, voice still frayed with anger. With an open palm, you slap him again. A silence washed over you both, David grasped your wrist and kisses the same palm you slapped him with. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hand.

Snatching your hand back, you dismount from his lap to kneel on the bed. Unhooking the straps of your dress revealing your bra, you taunt him. “Maybe I should just leave you here and head out for a real man.” You could feel his cock twitch. The clasp of your bra is now undone and you present him your hardened buds. “For a man who won’t lie to me.”

“No! Baby please.” David begged, “I’m sorry—” he repeated. He straightened his posture, sitting up right to face you. Defeated and pathetically aroused, he exhaled another apology. "Let me make it up to you." His voice was desperate, his cock harder than ever. "I can't take it anymore." He pleaded, gripping his dick in a show of desperation. "I need you so fucking bad."

Impulsively, you press your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Don't make love to me," you command breathlessly, "fuck me." You kiss him again, this time softer, before lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside without a care. David follows suit, undressing himself in a swift motion. The two of you are naked before each other, locking eyes with an intense flame burning between you. Gathering your courage, you confess to him, "I want you to fuck me, hard.

David lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Then be a good girl and come get it," he growls in response.

His cock is rigid against your stomach and you run your hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. David teases your slick opening with the tip of his cock before sliding into you with a powerful thrust. The sensation of his coarse pubic hair brushing against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine and elicits a gasp from your lips. David grunts in response, the sound sending waves of desire through you.

Starting off slow, David stretches your tightness as he moves in and out of you. With each thrust, he slaps your ass hard, leaving red handprints behind. The combination of pleasure and pain has you whimpering and gasping for more. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you bite down on your lip to stifle your screams as ecstasy courses through every inch of your body.

"Fuck...you feel so good," David groans, his voice raw with desire. "Tell me how badly you need this dick." His dirty talk only fuels the flames of passion within you and you throw your head back. Mouth agape, you’re moaning loudly as he reaches between your bodies to rub circles on your throbbing clit.

"Please...I need it so bad," you whimper, unable to hold back your desperate need for him. Your body trembles and pulses around him as he continues to thrust into you with a fierce hunger, filling you up and satisfying your every wish.

His eyes spark with a mischievous gleam, "Say my name," he commands.

Feeling shy, you look at him and stutter, "David?"

He clicks his tongue in disapproval.

Suddenly, it hits you. "Snake," you moan in ecstasy.

Gripping your hips, David flips you over onto your stomach without taking his cock out. Your cries of surprise turn into moans of ecstasy as he slams himself back inside you without warning. Grabbing your hips roughly, he angled your body to hit that sweet spot deep within you, making you see stars. His grip on your hips bruises your skin but all you can focus on is the way he pounds into you like a man possessed by a primal need only you can fulfill.

"Is this how you want it?" he growls in your ear as he grinds his hips against yours with a feral intensity. Each impact makes the bed frame creak with your passionate movements, banging against the headboard.

"Yes! More Snake...harder!" You beg for more, arching your back to meet his powerful thrusts. David's balls slapped against your ass cheeks with each brutal thrust, and before long, his heavy breathing and the wet slap of your bodies colliding are the only sounds filling the room.

David's grip on your hips tightens even more, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you harder and faster, pushing you to the edge of the abyss. Your face is buried in the sheets, gripping on them for dear life. Wet walls squelch and clench around him, words are incomprehensible. “S-Snake, fu-fuck!” It’s caught in your throat, until you release. Your orgasm coming at you fast, hard and unforgiving. “Oh my f-fucking god. Yes!”

"I...I'm... oh God," David pants, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. "I'm going to—" but before he could finish his sentence, his hot, sticky cum spurts inside you, covering both of you in a sticky sheen. He exhales sharply, collapsing back onto the bed spent.

You both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths as the heat between you cooled. David caresses your cheek lovingly as he whispers apologies in your ear. "I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you... I won't ever do it again... I promise."

The weight of David’s words hung in the air. You turned to face him, chest rising and falling rhythmically as you met his gaze. The hazel of his eyes softened, revealing a rare sliver of vulnerability. His hand, warm and tender against your skin, gently brushes away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You shifted closer to him, curling into his side and burying your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent mingled with sweat and sweat-soaked sheets.

“We can talk about it in the morning.”

[heykoonsy]

Word Count: 3.7k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language and threatening dialogue

Author's Note: I loved this HuskerDust scene!!!

Angel crossed his legs at the knee, paging through his next scene for the shoot today. He looked up at the stage crew, who were buzzing around assembling the set. He scanned the studio, taking note as Beck walked by with a few props to decorate the bedroom Angel would be strutting around for the rest of the day. Vercelli had someone toggling the lights, a few stage hands were making the bed. And then Angel’s eyes caught Tezan as he began making his way over to him. 

Suddenly, Angel heard an alarm coming from across the room. He did his best to hide his amusement. Xy rushed over, a large pitcher of ice water swaying as she passed Tezan on the left. She skirted over to Angel and freshened up his water glass. With her other hand, she turned off her alarm. 

“Thank you so much Xy,” Angel smiled sweetly at her. 

Xy smiled back, and stayed by Angel’s side for a few moments. Angel took a hearty sip of his ice water, his eyes flickering over to Tezan. He furrowed his brow and Angel felt his chest swirl with pride. He wanted to laugh, cheer–but instead, he turned the page of his script and continued running lines. 

Angel Dust had to give himself a hand, he really had this Tezan situation handled. During these last few days of filming, he’d been able to avoid nearly all contact with him. Like Xy’s water pitcher just now. Angel came in that first day and told Xy that he would be doing a cleanse which called for proper hydration first and foremost. So he asked that Xy provide him with ice water throughout the day. In fifteen minute increments. 

That left him with just enough time in between water breaks to primp, run lines with his co-star and work. All while keeping Tezan at bay. The plan wasn’t without its drawbacks, however. Obviously having Xy run around for the last week fetching water was diva-behavior that she likely hated him for. It had to be annoying, if not torture. If Xy felt that way, she kept it to herself. Each time she came up to him, he made sure to thank her–and after all this business with Tezan was over he promised himself he would compensate her for her time. 

Angel took another look on set to see if they were nearing completion. When they showed no signs of stopping, Angel rose from his chair. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Tezan perked up–ready to follow him wherever he was going next. Angel Dust quickly made his way to his dressing room.

When Tezan arrived at the open door of Angel’s room, he looked shocked. 

“Hey baby, enjoying set today?” Angel asked, freshening up his makeup at the vanity. 

Tezan seemed distracted so Angel looked back at him through the mirror.

“Oh, don’t mind Jax. He’s rearranging my dressing room today.” 

Angel gestured towards Jax, who was moving around pieces of furniture within the room. He’d taken his suit jacket off, but otherwise remained untouched by the labor he was forced into doing. 

“Changing the setup?”

“It’s like having a whole new room,” Angel said excitedly as he dabbed on more mascara. 

It seemed that Tezan didn’t want to stick around very long after watching Jax at work. When he was gone, Angel looked over at Jax. “Thank you,” Angel Dust uttered quickly. 

Using Jax today required some forethought–he had to arrange his help through Valentino. Luckily, Val was feeling charitable because he waved Jax off in seconds to assist his helpless Angel Baby. Little did Jax know that he was just being used to scare off Tezan.

But, as he was leaving, Angel noticed that Jax stopped working. Maybe he’d caught on afterall. Angel nodded at him all the same and returned to work. 

“Angel, we’re ready for you on set,” Vercelli called after him. 

Angel smiled and strutted over. “Actually, can I speak wit’ you for a sec?”

Vercelli looked like a deer in headlights, immediately concerned with what Angel had to talk about. He shooed away his entourage and ushered Angel off to the side so they could speak privately. 

“What is it, Angel?” Vercelli asked, unable to hide his concern. 

“Well, it’s just that,” Angel paused to find the right words. “I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed of what, baby?”

“To do this scene with everyone watchin’.” Angel admitted. He looked up at Vercelli with his big doe eyes.

Vercelli nodded along. “I guess this is a pretty intimate scene,” he said, agreeing with Angel. “I’ll limit only essential personnel so you’re comfortable.”

Angel grabbed his arm, touching it softly. “Thank you, thank you,” he said, his voice high. “I really appreciate it.”

Angel Dust stepped back from Vercelli and sat in his chair. Then, like it was on que, Xy’s alarm went off. “Here’s your water Angel,” she said and quickly filled his cup. Angel sipped on the water, watching as Vercelli huddled up his essential personnel. 

In a few moments, the non-essentials of the crew began walking out of the studio. Angel caught Tezan in his peripheral making a disapproving face as he was escorted out of the room. 

“We’re ready for you Angel,” Vercelli said cheerily. 

Angel handed Xy his cup and walked onto set. He looked at the bare bones crew and smiled at each one of them. “Alrighty,” he said, getting into position on the bed. 

Angel Dust could feel eyes on the back of his head as he made his way to his dressing room. He had felt them for the better part of a week now–and that was with Angel’s team running interference. Xy was still on water-duty, and Valentino handed off Jax pretty regularly to do any mundane task that suited Angel. Not to mention Vercelli was still buying his “I’m too shy” routine. The upside to working with Vercelli was that he didn’t know Angel very well.

But Tezan did know Angel well–and he wasn’t buying it. He didn’t care for whatever cleanse Angel was on. Thought that the meat-head skulking around Angel’s dressing room was for little more than intimidation. He also knew that whatever vanilla shit Vercelli wrote in his scripts was far too innocent for what Angel had done in the past. Angel knew that this moment was coming–and coming fast it seemed. 

As Angel Dust got comfortable in front of his vanity, he opened the drawer to fiddle with something quick. When he looked up in his mirror, he saw Tezan. 

“Hey suga’,” Angel cooed. His eyes went to Jax, who was busy hanging a bunch of new headshots. “Thanks, Jax, I appreciate your help!”

Tezan bulked up as Jaz passed him–giving him a glare as he brushed past him in the doorway. Angel beamed as he faced Tezan. 

“Come in, we haven’t talked in foreva,” Angel said, beckoning him closer, feigning innocence. 

Tezan skulked in, eyes narrowing at Angel. He looked pissed, and who wouldn’t, after being denied what he wanted for so long? Too bad.

“It’s hard to get you alone these days,” Tezan said. Straight to the point.

Angel smiled back at him. “Yeah, set has been crazy these last few weeks, but that’s the business baby.”

Tezan made a noise in the back of his throat like he didn’t believe him. Angel sat back and crossed his legs. He was still in his outfit from set, some black lingerie and stilettos. He watched as Tezan consumed him–taking in every exposed bit of flesh like he was starving for the sight. 

“Now that the shoot is over, is Val gonna let you out to play?” Tezan said, coming closer. 

Angel put a finger to his chin, thinking. “Oh gosh, I’m not sure. When did you have in mind?”

Tezan grinned, leaning up against a wall. “How about tonight? We can celebrate–get you a decent Bay Breeze this time.”

Angel made a face, “Oh golly,” he scratched the back of his head. “I’m actually going dancin’ with Berkeley tonight.”

Tezan’s smile dropped immediately, “Berkeley?” 

“Yeah, we really hit it off,” Angel Dust lied–convincingly apparently–because Tezan crossed his arms. “Val has me scoping out more investors for his next big project.”

“So he’s whoring you out again?” 

Angel cocked his head at the bite of Tezan’s question. It was oozing with venom. “Careful sweetheart, if I’m the Whore, wouldn’t that make you the John?” He returned his venom back on him. 

“If Val thinks Berkeley is a better fit, then I’ll take my money somewhere else.” Tezan threatened. 

Angel stood and walked over to Tezan, “I don’t understand why you’re gettin’ all upset, I mean, more investors means more money dollin’ up you-know-who.” He struck a quick pose. 

Tezan grabbed Angel’s arm and threw him back into the chair. “Why the fuck would anyone want some used-up whore in another porno?” He bit out, stepping closer to Angel’s vanity. “Val is wasting all of his resources trying to keep some dime-a-dozen tart like you relevant.”

Angel flinched as he got closer to him, the ferocity of his words cutting deep. 

“I’ll take my money somewhere else,” Tezan stood up and turned away from Angel. “Let’s see if Valeninto survives another picture falling through.”

Angel turned around and watched him in the mirror of his vanity. Tezan touched one of the headshots that Jax had just hung this afternoon. He watched a sneer come across his face as he tore it off the wall and threw it to the floor. 

“Valentino will look like a joke, and you’ll be just another has-been.”

Angel Dust watched as he left his dressing room. He waited a few minutes until the coast was clear. He looked into his vanity mirror, eyes flickering over his unchanged expression. No anger, no tears. Nothing. Angel opened the drawer of his vanity again and threw something into his purse. He refreshed his makeup and once he was ready, he stood up and exited the studio. 

He had some shopping to do tonight.

Angel Dust swung open the doors of the hotel, the shopping bags that filled his arms swaying violently from the motion. He had bags on every arm, the weight slowing him down significantly–but it would be worth it. 

“Jesus,” Angel heard Husk say from the bar. “Did you clean out the whole mall?”

Angel skipped over with glee, dropping all of his shopping bags onto the bar. “As a matter of fact,” Angel sat down on his stool, “I did!”

Husk recoiled, returning to wiping down the bar on the far side. 

“I used my points, so everything was basically free.” Angel said as he pulled out a few things from his many bags. “Like, look at these leggings,” Angel prompted, pulling out a pair of leggings that read JUICY on the butt. “All these bags are mine.” Angel said, pulling over his hoard.

Husk shook his head. “And the rest?”

Angel looked over at him, a smile forming quickly. He peered over at the four other bags that he’d filled with stuff at other retailers at the mall. He tossed his stuff over and beckoned Husk over. “These are gifts,” Angel said. 

“Gifts?”

Angel smiled. “Yeah,” he grabbed the pink bag and took out the perfume bottle that was placed inside the tissue paper. “This one is for Xy,” he said, handing it over to Husk. 

He took the delicate bottle in his hands and looked at the label. “Looks expensive.”

“She knows her perfume–it had to be,” Angel winked. 

Husk handed it back, then watched as Angel put it back quickly. 

“I was a little stumped on what to buy Jax–but then I figured he carries a lot of stress,” Angel said as he whipped out a box. “It’s a shoulder massager! And believe me, the boy could use it.”

“Let me guess, he sees you and a vein in his forehead pulses?”

“That’s weirdly specific,” Angel said, eyeing him carefully. Angel pulled out another bag. “I kept it simple with Vercelli–a congratulatory bottle of champagne.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “And the other one?”

“That one’s a secret,” Angel said, tucking the dark green bag with the rest.

Husk shrugged, tossing his rag onto his shoulder and turning away from Angel. “So why all the gifts?”

“They’ve been helping me out a lot at work,” Angel said, lifting himself over the bar while Husk was busy stacking up more bottles. “I’ve been following your advice.”

Husk stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn around. Angel used that time to grab what he needed. When Husk turned around, he smiled widely, hoping Husk hadn’t noticed anything missing. 

“When did I give you advice?”

Angel made a face, “A couple of weeks ago? You forgot?”

Husk shrugged, “I don’t usually give advice.” He said, brushing it off. Angel watched as his shoulders returned to whatever task they were trained on before he moved again. 

“That investor I was telling you about? They were keeping him at bay.”

Husker looked back at Angel for a split second. “Something tells me they didn’t offer their services.”

Angel’s eyes fell towards the bags. Husk wasn’t asking for an answer so he didn’t bother. Instead, he finished setting up what he’d taken from the bar. “You know,” Angel said quietly, “I got you somethin' too.”

“If it’s matching JUICY leggings, I don’t want ‘em,” Husk said without turning around. 

“It’s not, I promise.”

Husk turned around, his eyes immediately going to the bar. Angel had set three jiggers upside down on the bar with a rolled napkin in front of one of them. He looked like he was caught off guard, because he stood there shocked for a moment. He stepped closer, sighing. 

“What is this?”

“You guess which jigger has the ball under it and then you get your present,” Angel explained, a wide grin plastered onto his face. 

Husk sighed again, longer. Still he pressed his hands against the bar and nodded at Angel to get on with it. 

Angel started by raising the jigger in the middle and obscuring the napkin ball from view. Angel began mixing up the jiggers at a leisurely pace, Husk following his hands without issue. 

“You’re bad at this,” Husk commented, watching intently as Angel moved. 

Angel frowned and began mixing them up faster in response. He stopped abruptly. “Okay, which one?”

Husk didn’t even think about it, he selected the one to his right. 

“Are you sure?” Angel asked with a shit eating grin. 

Husk looked up at Angel–into his eyes. “Yes.”

Angel pouted. He lifted the jigger and there was the napkin ball. “Okay, you win. Get ready for your present.”

“Look, it takes a while to get good,” Husk said as she leaned his elbows onto the bar. “I could teach y–

Angel grabbed Husk’s face in his hands and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. Once he was finished, Angel stood up from the stool and grabbed his bags. He moved through the lobby quickly, not bothering to stick around. 

Husk stood there for a moment, eyes barely catching Angel’s back as he disappeared down the hallway to the elevator. He fixed his posture, back straightening. He took a moment to quiet his thoughts–eyes narrowing as he felt his cheeks flush. 

He calmed himself down enough to register that he needed to clean up after their little game. Husk grabbed all three jiggers, shaking his head at the stupid exchange. Then, he paused, looking down at the bar. 

Underneath every jigger was a rolled napkin ball.

Angel took his time putting together the little gift-basket he had planned for Valentino. He started with a small basket, filling it with crinkle paper. Then he tossed in some of Val’s favorites–some expensive chocolates, the green gift bag he’d shown to Husk–and most importantly–a card signed by his best money-maker.

Angel looked behind him as he stuck one last thing deep into the crinkle paper. Jax looked huffy–like he was dreading being in Angel’s dressing room again. He smiled. 

“Don’t worry–this is the last thing I’m gonna have you do for me,” Angel said, picking up the gift basket and handing it off to Jax. “Can you give this to Val for me?”

Jax looked at Angel like he loathed him. 

Angel then went back to his vanity–where Jax’s present was sitting all wrapped up. He grabbed it and then put it in Jax’s other hand. 

“This is for all your help these last few weeks.”

Jax’s expression softened–he was angry about having to do a bunch of nonsensical tasks for Angel–but he couldn’t deny that it was for a good cause. He nodded a quick thank you and carried on with his next task. Angel watched as he left. 

As if on que, Angel heard an alarm blaring from somewhere off in the studio. Then, he heard Xy’s hurried footsteps as she tripped over herself to get into Angel’s dressing room. She breathed heavily, the pitcher of water she’d been not five feet from all month sweating in the heat of the studio. 

“Thank you Xy,” Angel grabbed the pitcher and filled it himself. He then offered her the cup. 

She was surprised, but took it anyway. 

“I wanted to thank you for helping me out with my water situation,” Angel said, pulling the pink bag out and handing it off to her. 

She opened the bag and peered inside. Her eyes went wide. “Angel, you didn’t have to–

“I did,” he said. “You’ve been such a big help to me–I appreciate it!” Angel could have sworn he saw tears glistening in her eyes, but he didn’t draw any attention to it. 

“Thank you so much, I’ve been wanting this one for a while,” she said happily. 

Angel watched as she walked away, her clawed hands clutching the pink bag the whole way out of his dressing room. 

Next was Vercelli. 

Since filming had concluded, he would be one of two places. Angel exited his dressing room, gift bag in hand, and looked around the studio. His eyes scanned the set, watching a bunch of Vercelli’s crew disassemble the bedroom scene. Angel looked through them, eyes searching for where Vercelli could be. If he wasn’t with his team editing his masterpiece, that left one place for him to be.

Angel walked out of the studio and found his way to the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor like he’d done hundreds of times before. The only difference this time is that Angel was unsure what he’d walk into. Val’s mood could change at the drop of a hat–and considering Jax had just delivered his gift to him–he might be a mixed bag of emotions right now. Add Vercelli to the mix and Angel truly had no idea what he was in for once he crossed that threshold. 

Still, he walked out of the elevator and came face to face with Jax–who for once–was smiling at him. 

Angel smiled back, happy that he’d succeeded in pleasing Jax. As he stood behind the door of Val’s office he took a deep breath. Okay, Angel thought, stalling complete. He reached for the doorknob, but instead knocked gently with his knuckles. 

“Come in,” Val said quietly. 

Angel did as he was told and opened the door quickly. He plastered a smile onto his face. He saw Val behind his desk and Vercelli sitting on one of the chairs in front of him. “Sorry to botha your meetin’,” Angel said, stepping closer to Vercelli. “I just wanted to congratulate Vercelli on his masterpiece.” 

Val took a drag on his cigarette as Vercelli stepped closer to accept his present. Angel handed off the wine quickly. He thanked him happily.

“Val, did you get my present?” Angel asked, smiling.

Valentino looked up at Angel, his eyes flickering across his face. “I sure did Angel Cakes,” he smiled wickedly. 

Angel nodded, “I’ll go dancin’ tonight.”

Val ashed his cigarette, “No baby, you take the night off. I’ll send someone else.”

Angel smiled at him in response. “Let me know if you need anythin’.”

With that, Angel left Val’s office and started walking back to the elevator. On his way, he saw Tezan coming out of the elevator. 

“I didn’t see you in the studio,” Angel Dust asked, plastering on a fake smile. 

Tezan stopped in front of Angel. “I’ve been meeting with other agencies all day–everyone wants a taste of me now that I work with Val.”

Angel got closer, cocking his head to the side. “You’re supportin’ his competitors?”

“I’m not going to be loyal to some cretin that looks down on me,” he sneered. “I’ll take my money back and invest in someone that employs talent.”

“Watch what you say, I could spill everything to Val,” Angel whispered, taunting Tezan with a joking tone. 

Tezan laughed, “Why would he listen to what a stupid whore has to say?”

Angel’s smile dropped, his eyes went narrow. However, instead of getting angry, he simply put a hand on Tezan’s shoulder. “You’re right,” Angel chuckled. “Well, have fun at your meetin’. Keep me in mind when you make it big.”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a response–choosing to saunter off quickly. He stuck around by the door of the elevator, his eyes glued to the wall. He heard Tezan’s receding footsteps, an opening and closing of a door, and silence. 

Which was immediately followed by loud crashing, yelling and begging.

Angel smiled wickedly as he stepped into the elevator. He wondered if he should feel guilty about recording their conversation in Angel’s dressing room. Perhaps what was said in confidence should not have been quite literally gift wrapped and sent over to Valentino. Maybe Angel should have let Tezan get his petty revenge, tank another picture and teach Val a lesson. Afterall, Val looked down on him too. 

But, at the end of the day, Angel wasn’t going to let his career suffer. Not again. He wasn’t going to have another failed project dropped at his doorstep. Val blamed him for losing Spitzers and having Tezan join the ranks. There was no way he was going to let himself be blamed for the destruction that followed Tezan’s hasty exit. Tezan should have thought about this aftermath from the beginning. 

It was his own fault for getting into bed with Valentino in the first place.

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Forced To Believe Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter Summary: Melanie celebrates Jon's Birthday. Ambrose confronts Morgan on why she has been lying to him. Problems arise when Ambrose's attitude problems start to annoy Morgan and the rest of his teammates. CM Punk makes a shocking request at TLC

Words: 5,000+

------ 'Saturday Morning.'

Melanie was in jeans and one of her Morgan shirts as she was in her shared hotel with Jon. She saw him in jeans and a dark blue shirt and walked up to him, hugging him from behind. 

"Guess who?" She grinned as Jon smiled. She released him and he turned around. "Happy Birthday!" She showed him a gift out of her bag.

"Thanks, babe." he opened the gift to reveal a mug that said 'World's Greatest Boyfriend.' "Wow. This is nice."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Get ready! We're gonna have an awesome day."

"What are we doing?"

"We, are going to an amusement park."

"Really?" his eyes lit up.

"Yep! We should have a fun day today at Six Flags since we're in a warm state today." 

Jon picked her up and twirled her around as she giggled and kissed him again.

"Awesome, let me grab my jacket and we can go." He released her.

When they arrived at the amusement park around 2 PM, Jon's eyes lit up. "Aw man, are those go-carts?" He pointed to them

"Yeah, wanna go "

"Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the go-cart station as she laughed. 

He reminded her of a little boy on Christmas, opening up presents. It was nice to see him happy since he wasn't able to enjoy a lot of fun things like this as a kid. Jon won 1st place while Melanie won 2nd.

"Haha, I know you're happy." she chuckled as Jon was grinning like crazy since he won. She then dragged him over to where the cotton candy was. "Hi, are you open?"

The cotton candy lady looked up in surprise. "O­oh my gosh, you're Morgan and Dean Ambrose."

"In the flesh." Melanie smiled.

"Sup." Jon greeted.

"Wow s-­sorry I'm trying not to get excited." The lady blushed

Melanie giggled. "It's okay. May I have a bag please?"

"Of course!" The cotton candy lady gave her a bag of pink cotton candy. "You can have a discount."

"Oh, no, I'll pay full price. I don't want to be treated with discounts because I'm famous," she replied and the cotton candy lady nodded and respected her wish.

"If it's not any trouble, do you mind signing my cotton candy hat?" The cotton candy lady took off her hat and took out a Sharpe.

"Anything for a fan." The Philly diva signed it with Jon.

"Thank you so much! Have a nice day! Oh. And happy birthday Dean!" 

Melanie happily ate her cotton candy, savoring the sweet taste. "You really have a sweet tooth." Jon chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Ha, when I was a kid, my mom and dad had a huge cake that they got from a party. It was 12 inches. Guess who ate the whole cake and got a stomach ache for a week? Yours truly. I got grounded too."

"Someone's been a bad girl..."

"Hey! I am not bad. I am a good girl. Innocent."

It was getting dark out after they went on a few roller coaster rides and ate lunch. They decided to go on a Farris Wheel before they leave. 

Melanie leaned on Jon's shoulder as she looked at the sunset. 

"You really made my day." he smiled down at her.

"Glad to hear. I love making you smile."

"Why?"

"Because you make me happy when you smile." she smiled at him.

He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Mel."

"I love you too."

'Back at Jon's Hotel Room'

Melanie was in the bathroom while Jon was watching TV. "Mel, are you all right in there? You've been in there a while," he called out.

"Hey! Don't rush me!" She yelled as he laughed.

Melanie was in the bathroom, looking at herself in a dark blue Victoria's Secret set. She decided to put her hair up as well. 

"All right." She grinned to herself. She walked out of the bathroom and leaned on the door. "What do you think?"

He turned his attention to her and stared at her body, checking her out, up and down.

"Damn..." He got up and walked over to her but she shook her head.

"You're always in control. Now it's my turn. Let it be about you tonight." She pushed him on the bed. "So, sit back, relax and let this chica work her magic. Let me...be your Mox girl tonight."

"Your wish is my command..." He smirked as she straddled him and started to kiss him.

'Next week, Hours before The Slammy Awards on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, all ready in her black dress but gets grabbed by Dean. 

"Dean, what the heck?" She exclaimed as he dragged her to a room and shut it behind him. She watched him seething in anger. "What's wrong? Dean, what is going on with you? You've been off your rocker for a while now and I want to know what is going on." 

She leaned on the wall while he was glaring at the floor. He was already in his suit for the Slammys. She couldn't help but notice that they were in a storage closet. Wouldn't a locker room be better to discuss stuff? 

"Was it the kiss? Dean, there was no way I could have stopped the kiss, okay? Plus, I already got my revenge with the help of I mean, I already got my revenge on Goldust by giving him a backfire on Smackdown. We don't need to worry­-"

"Why didn't you tell me about the Wyatts?" He looked up at her. 

Morgan froze. She was in hot water now but knew that it was coming. She really didn't want to talk about the Wyatts right now, so she decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about?" She asked with a confused look.

"What happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing."

"I'll ask you again...what happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing!"

"You know I don't like it when you lie to me..."

"I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!" 

"What happened between you and The Wyatts?"

"Drop it." She retorted.

"Answer me."

"Drop it. Drop it right now. You're being ridiculous..."

"Oh...now you want to play that game huh? Well, let's play another game." He pushed her to the wall and pinned her arms on top of her head with one hand. "Now, I'm going to ask you again...what is going on between you and the Wyatts?" He asked as she was taken aback before regaining her composure.

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." She narrowed her eyes.

"Won't tell me the truth huh? Then I'll make you." He began to touch her thigh with his free hand, raising it up slowly.

"Okay!" She exclaimed as he released her. "It all started on Raw when Luke saved me from Goldust. I asked him, why did he save me and he said that he didn't know. On Smackdown, Luke was watching me talk to Kaitlyn and that was the time when I got distracted. So, when you, Roman and Seth kept giving me the cold shoulder and told me I couldn't manage you guys at Survivor Series, The Wyatts came and told me that they would be waiting for me." She explained as Dean started to get angry. "And, when I got locked in a closet during Survivor Series, Bray was there, saying I had to unleash what's inside of me. Then, last week on Smackdown...Luke...helped me get revenge on Goldust..."

"So you lied to my face, every time I asked you what was wrong or what was going on with you and the Wyatts..." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry? You're not sorry, not yet." He pinned her arms to the wall again. She could smell his cologne and could feel his body heat on her. "Do you know how it made me feel when you gave him a small smile? Hm? That smile...should have been for me and me only, not any other man..." He growled. 

"And do you know how it made me feel when he grabbed your wrist? When he touched you? The only man who should touch you is me and me only." He breathed in her ear as she closed her eyes. "You're mine...Not Goldust's and certainly not Luke's...you got that?"

She couldn't speak because she was too hypnotized by his words. It turned her on a little. "I..."

"You're mine and I'll destroy anyone who wants to take you away from me."

"Why are you acting like this?" 

"Because you drove me to this, Morgan...you make me lose my mind...I'm crazy about you..." He started to kiss her neck as she bit her lip and sighed. "Say you're mine...Answer me, Morgan." He said in a demanding voice.

"I-­I'm yours."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'm yours."

"Good and that better stay that way..." He looked at her as she was breathing heavily. He was about to kiss her but backed away as she was about to kiss him. "I'm sorry, did you want a kiss from me? Well, maybe next time you'll remember who makes you hot and bothered all the time instead of giving smiles to other men and lying to me." He smirked at her and left the room as she tried to get herself together.

'Raw'

During the preshow, they announced that The Shield won Hashtag of the Year, Breakout Star of the Year, and Faction of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Woo! My boys and I are on fire tonight! #BelieveInTheShield'

Then, on the WWE Website, they revealed that Dean and Morgan won Couple and Kiss of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Couple and Kiss of the Year? Nice. Looks like it's the start of #MrAndMrsAmbrose #BelieveinDeanAndMorgan'

'Later'

Later on Raw, "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the presenters for Double Cross of The Year, The Shield!" Justin announced.

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield.'

The Shield walk out in black. The male members had on black suits while Morgan wore her black dress and had her hair out and curly at the end. 

"Hey! Wow, do they ever look like winners," JBL said. "They look great!"

Seth was on the left while Morgan, Dean and Roman were next to him. Morgan heard the crowd cheering loudly and heard the women screaming. 

"I know...I know...I look great." Dean smiled as the fangirls screamed for the male members.

"Wow." Morgan listened in amazement. "I think you guys killed the Fangirls. Yikes," She said as the screams got louder.

"And what about you?" Seth asked.

"I didn't do anything, you three made the women fan girl like crazy. Am I right?" she asked as the women cheered in agreement.

"And what about the fanboys?"

"Oh, I don't have fanboys." She shrugged.

"Oh really? Does Morgan have some fanboys out there?" Seth asked as the men cheered loudly.

Morgan looked flattered as the guys chanted 'We Love Morgan!'

"Oh, you guys are just trying to make me blush..." She giggled. Moments later, the fans, mostly the males, chant 'Twirl.'

"You guys wanna see Morgan twirl?" Seth suggested as the guys cheered loudly. "Let them see your dress."

"Okay, fine." She walked to the stage and twirled around as she heard wolf whistles in the crowd. She giggled and walked back to The Shield and stood in between Dean and Seth.

"Stay away, she's mine," Dean announced as the guys boo him. "I know, I know, I'm lucky. I got the sexiest woman in this company. Kiss and Couple of the Year. Top that." He bragged.

Seth started to get annoyed. Dean's cockiness was starting to tick him off, especially when he bragged about having Morgan as his girlfriend. 

'We get it, you're her boyfriend. Don't be cocky'. He thought. 

He really wanted Morgan to at least slap the cockiness off his face one day. 

The Outspoken Diva didn't like Dean bragging and or his cockiness just like Seth and Roman. It was a little bit too much. And extremely unnecessary.

"Um, let's not make it about me, let's make it about the Double Cross of the year." she grinned at the crowd as they cheered.

"Double Cross of the year...Now we've already picked up two awards, tonight in the pre show, along with me and Morgan winning kiss and couple of the year, but this is one award, we know nothing about," Dean said.

"That's right my man," Seth spoke. "2013, year of The Shield. But all that justice we dispensed, we did it our way. Man to Man, straight up. Hahaha."

"So, if you're thinkin' about crossing." Roman began. "Or even double crossing The Shield, I'd wake up. Because you're gonna pay the price. And that's why-"

"That's why you'll never see our names." Dean interrupted as Morgan and Roman glanced at him. "In this category. Your nominees are..." He continued as the titantron showed the nominees which were Mark Henry, Shawn Michaels, Paul Heyman, and Triple H. After the fans voted, and when the Miz was in the ring with Kofi, Seth began to talk again.

"And your winner for Double Cross of the year is..." Seth trailed off as Dean opened up the envelope. 

The group takes a look at the result as Dean widens his eyes and looks up and then back at the envelope. Seth and Morgan were waiting for Dean to say the winner but Roman was tired of waiting and spoke up.

"Shawn Michaels!" he announced as the crowd cheered and Dean looked a little annoyed. 

When Shawn walks out, he shakes hands with The Shield and hugs Morgan, kissing her on the cheek

Morgan tweets 'Thanks for the support #FanBoys! I love you all! #KeepBelievingInMorgan'

In The Ring'

Punk was in the ring while Dean was with The Shield at ringside. CM Punk and Morgan lock eyes and smirk at each other.

"You're just asking for a punch in the face," Morgan said to him.

"I got this. I don't want help. I got this." Dean said to his team.

"Okay. We got you." Roman replied.

"It's just CM Punk, you got him, man," Seth added. 

When the match starts Dean and Punk lock up.

"Take him out." Roman looked on.

Punk starts taking control of Dean's arm. "Don't yank his arm off!" Morgan exclaimed. 

The crowd was chanting 'CM Punk' as he continued to take control of his arm. Morgan was watching Punk's movements closely. Punk can hurt people, the hand, wrists, arms, legs, knees, anything. 

Dean manages to knee him in the ribs when he goes high risk and starts to take control. Later on, Punk manages to do a flying clothesline outside the ring on Ambrose and turns his attention to Rollins and Reigns who are stalking him on each side of the ring. Morgan was on Seth's side, keeping her distance from the drama.

"CM Punk is in deep trouble," Cole said as they went to a commercial.

Near The End Of The Match, Punk hits Dean with a crossbody but Dean rolls them over and pins him for a near fall and as soon as they get up, Punk kicks him in the head. He pins him for another near fall as The Shield were relieved. 'This is awesome' chants surround the arena as Dean throws Punk out the ring, near The Shield. Dean distracts the ref as The Shield look at Punk and trash talk to him. 

But then Ambrose gets out of the ring and starts arguing with his team.

"You know what? How about the three of you just go." Dean throws Punk in the ring.

"Are you kidding me, right now?" Morgan asked, looking confused.

"I said leave!" Dean yelled.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?" She snapped and stepped up to him. "You're not gonna talk to me like that. You've lost your mind!"

"Uh oh! Uh oh!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd started to get hyped. The fans were standing up to get a good look at them fighting.

"Back up, Morgan, back up..." Ambrose growled as Roman held him back.

"You wanna yell at me? Who do you think you are?" She shouted in his face.

"Would you calm down and just go? Damn it! You don't freaking listen! Just go!"

"How about you ask nicely instead of yelling at me!"

"Morgan! Calm down! Don't argue with your boyfriend! Where is the love!?" JBL yelled as Seth and Roman were looking amused at Morgan, pleased that she was putting him in his place.

"The Shield are showing cracks..." King looked on.

"More like Dean and Morgan are showing cracks. Morgan looks livid." Cole said.

"I wonder if the WWE Universe wants to see them feud again someday," King said.

"They better not!" JBL retorted.

"Get out of here. I don't need you." Ambrose waved her away.

"You don't need me?" She slowly repeated, taking it all in.

"Are you deaf? I don't need you. Get out of my damn sight." His anger got the best of him.

"Oh, okay then." She decided to smack him across the face as the crowd went wild and Roman released him.

"Morgan!" Seth held her back, secretly happy that she slapped him.

Dean holds his cheek and looks at her in shock.

"Damn..." Roman murmured, looking at the red handprint on Dean's face. He was amused and happy she did it.

"She just slapped her boyfriend! I thought you two loved each other!" JBL complained and started freaking out. "Morgan! What are you doing?! Couple of the year! Mr and Mrs Ambrose! This should not be happening!" 

"Oh well, it's happening!" Cole cheered as the crowd chanted 'Yes!'

"What the hell was that for?!" Ambrose yelled while Seth let Morgan go.

"You're cocky, that's why. I'm tired of it." She confessed. "We're tired of it." She pointed at Seth and Roman. "So, if you're this confident and don't need us, fine. Bye, have a nice life. Go focus on your match, don't worry about me, you don't need me or Seth and Roman." She started walking near the ramp as Seth and Roman followed her. 

In the ring, Ambrose gets hit with the GTS as The Shield look annoyed and Ambrose loses the match.

"Wow..." She retorted and shook her head, turning around and getting on the apron. Punk looked alert as she smirked at him. "Hey, how ya doing?"

Punk was about to run after her but she smoothly gets off the apron and laughs. Seth tries to get in the ring as Punk tries to go after him but he slides out of the ring. Once Punk turns around, he gets speared by Reigns and holds his stomach in pain. 

"A spear! A spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed. "Now those ribs may be broken."

Morgan gets in the ring and stalks Punk. She waits for him to get on his knees and she hits him with a spinning kick in the face, dropping him as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Ooh, you may wanna put ice on that." She slid out of the ring as The Shield's theme came on.

Rollins helps Dean get over the barricade as Punk recovers and holds his ribs. He looks at The Shield and then Morgan, nodding to himself.

"Okay...all right...okay," he said to himself.

Morgan tweets 'Couples aren't perfect. We are going to argue and fight. #INeedSpace'

Morgan also tweets 'Oh poor CMPunk. Those ribs aren't gonna heal in 6 days. You sure you want to face my boys at TLC?'

'WWEMorgan101 You picked a fight. You started it. Now I'm going to finish it. It's on now.' Punk replies.

'Hit me with your best shot CMPunk.' Morgan replies back.

'Be careful what you wish for. I found your weakness.' Punk replies back.

'WWE Exclusive on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, annoyed and sat on a black crate and tried to calm herself down. 

"Rough night?" Roman asked as he walked over to her.

"Ya think?" She snapped.

"Easy tiger. Just trying to be a friend."

"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I just need space."

"From Dean?"

"You can say that. He can be so annoying at times. I'm tired of him bragging. It kind of gets out of hand, you know?"

"Me and Seth agree. I didn't like how he snapped at you moments ago. That was uncalled for." 

"I'm used to his anger issues..."

"Couples argue you know. You're not perfect. You're going to disagree."

"I know. I guess my anger just escalated until I couldn't take it anymore."

"Seth and I understand why you did what you did. Don't beat yourself up. So, are you going to talk to him?"

"Me? Talk to him? No. He can talk to me. I'm not speaking to him until he apologizes."

"Sounds fair enough."

"Anyway, thanks for listening to me vent. You're a good friend." Morgan got off the crate and hugged him.

"You're here for me, I'm here for you. We have each other's backs. I told you from the beginning when you started being The Shield's Girl."

"Yeah. I can't wait for the new year."

"Why?"

"To see you rise as a big star. You're a beast in that ring, man. I can see you as WWE Champion one day." She playfully punched his shoulder as he chuckled.

"Thanks. You know Morgan, I want to see you wrestle superstars one day."

"Like my cousin?"

"Hey, you never know. I can see you do it. You're not fragile."

"One day, just not anytime soon. I need to mentally prepare myself for that. I'm just not ready to face any superstar this year." 

Roman grinned. "It better be in 2014."

"Never say never."

----

'Smackdown'

The Shield was in the ring while Dean was on commentary. 

"We're back on Friday Night Smackdown, The Shield in tag team action against The Usos and we're joined by the United States Champion, Dean Ambrose at ringside. We'll be talking a lot with Dean about his match with The Shield on Sunday against CM Punk. Dean, a match that hardly seems fair to CM Punk." Cole said.

"Well, I thought I just join you guys out here on the booth because I wanna make sure that you guys understand how much trouble CM Punk is really in. It's just a hopeless situation that CM Punk is gonna be in this Sunday at TLC when he steps in the ring...with The Shield." Dean replied as the Usos made their way to the ring.

Cole and JBL start talking about their show and how they won a Slammy for it. 

"You wanna talk about Slammy awards..." Cole began.

"The Shield picked up a lot of Slammy awards," Dean said.

"Indeed you did, listen to this Dean, The Shield won, breakout star of the year, hashtag of the year." 

"I didn't have enough room in my suitcase to fit all my Slammys."

"The faction of the year and the maneuver of the year for Roman Reigns' spear."

"And don't forget kiss and couple of the year with Dean and Morgan," JBL reminded.

"Morgan and I won those awards hands down. We sacrifice things for each other, we love each other and we are the hottest couple in this company. Plain and simple. If we didn't win those awards, it would have been an injustice. Now, it was an injustice that she didn't win diva of the year but she is still one of the most dominant divas in this company and she continues to shine each and every time she gets in the ring. She's the Harley Quinn of my dreams." Ambrose smirked.

"Speaking of the Outspoken diva, where is she?" Cole asked.

"She should be here soon. She had to get ready since she had some errands to do." Dean explained.

'To Morgan'

Morgan was already in her Shield attire and was putting on her gloves. She then began to hear footsteps.

"Guys, I said I'm coming..." She called out but heard a thump. "Guys?" She looked around.

"Think again." A voice said as her eyes widened.

"W-­what are you doing here?"

"Sit down." The voice ordered as she quickly obeyed and sat on a chair.

'Back to Dean'

"I have a question, are The Shield showing cracks? You've kind of rubbed Morgan the wrong way on Raw when you yelled at her." Cole said.

"Yeah! What the heck Dean? You two are my favorite couple. Why would you two argue like that?" JBL exclaimed.

"Well, the crowd seemed to love it."

"No, they didn't. That's a lie."

"Listen, Morgan and I aren't perfect. We're gonna argue and we're gonna fight. All couples do that." Dean replied.

"So, what's your status with Morgan?" Cole asked.

"We're...still not talking."

"Still not talking? Dean, you two gotta get it together!" JBL exclaimed.

"Guess you two hit a rocky road." Cole declared. "You think you alienated yourself from Rollins and Reigns as well?"

"What about the last 365 days? That didn't show cracks." Dean said.

"Okay, and what about the cracks now? Crack number one was on Smackdown when you said that you were the baddest man in The Shield and went to take on Punk all by yourself to much of the dismay of Rollins and Reigns. Crack number two was on Raw when you decided to yell at Morgan and got slapped in the face while you two were arguing. And crack number three was when The Shield decided to walk up the ramp." Cole mentioned. "What's up with that?"

"We eat, sleep and breathe this business. That's why Rollins and Reigns and I are like brothers. We're passionate about this business." Dean replied.

"Morgan still isn't here. You sure she even came to work?" JBL asked.

Dean was starting to get worried. "Now I am getting a little worried," Dean admitted with concern in his voice as he wondered where she was.

Near the end of the match, Seth mocks CM Punk and does the GTS on one of the Usos as Roman spears the Uso for the win. 

"And The Shield are victorious," Cole announced.

"At TLC, CM Punk will...Believe in The Shield." Dean took off his headset and celebrated with his teammates.

Suddenly, Morgan is on the titantron in a dark arena, looking worried as The Shield's theme comes off.

"Guys...we have a problem..." She said in a shaky voice as the screen revealed CM Punk behind her and the crowd exploded. 

Ambrose glares at Punk while Roman and Reigns aren't looking too happy. Normally, Morgan would disobey but Punk had a kendo stick and kendo sticks hurt. She started to remember the days when Tommy Dreamer had his back bloodied up by the Sandman with a Singapore cane during the ECW days. She did not wanna go down that road. Weapons would be her weakness if she didn't have a weapon to defend herself. It's been so long since she's been hit with a weapon.

"This is CM Punk, broadcasting in an undisclosed location...actually this is just a basement in the arena." Punk spoke as Ambrose was about to get out of the ring but Seth and Roman stopped him. "Ambrose, I wouldn't do that if I were you...wouldn't want your precious little girlfriend to pay the price, would you?" He smirked as he revealed a kendo stick.

Ambrose starts seething while Seth and Roman glare at Punk. Punk puts the kendo stick on Morgan's left shoulder as she shuts her eyes, looking nervous.

"Just get that stick out of here. It's not necessary." she opens her eyes, shaking her head.

"Oh, so now you're begging? After all the trash you've said? I've found your weakness. Weapons." Punk said as she started to get annoyed. "One of these days Morgan, I want to see if you can actually put those words into truths in the ring. So, you ask why is it necessary to put this stick on your shoulder? Maybe it's because I am this close to whacking you in the face with it. I hope you don't think I forgot about that kick in the face...Now...I could get my revenge on you now..." He continued as the crowd cheered to encourage him.

"Don't you touch her! Don't you dare hurt her!" Seth yelled as Roman tried to calm him down while Ambrose shot a dirty look at Punk.

Punk chuckled. "Don't worry...I'm not gonna hurt her...yet...she can wait. So, you guys make your videos here? It's filthy...it stinks...but I understand that this is your little clubhouse and this is where you like to gather to say your messages. And...I like to send messages too...Like on Raw when a certain somebody decided to put his hands on me just like Morgan here."

He sets the kendo stick down and starts taping his hands. 

"Now on to this Sunday...I believe...it's three on one, The Shield against CM Punk. I believe I'm walking into a whole sail of slaughter. I've said it in the past...Shield, I may be going down...but the question you need to be asking yourselves, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose...is how many of you I'm takin' with me. 'Cause I believe, the last two times...I've been in the ring with a member of The Shield, I've exposed your weaknesses boys..." He grinned as the crowd cheered again. "Believe! In the best in the world." Punk showed his fist to the camera and pushed it away.

"We got this. No one can touch us!" Seth yelled before the three of them quickly ran to find Morgan.

'WWE TLC'

The Shield was on the titantron during the preshow. 

"Good for CM Punk...putting on that brave face...Who do you think you're kidding?" Dean asked. "You know exactly what this is. You know exactly what The Shield is going to do to you tonight, Punk. We're going to beat you to a pulp so you should be scared."

"Punk, you think you can divide and conquer? Well, to steal a catchphrase from another man we put down, it doesn't matter what you think." Seth laughed. "You can't divide us...you damn sure ain't gonna conquer us. Punk, we're forged out of iron. The Shield is unyielding."

"Punk, after what you did on Smackdown, I really can't wait to see you get your ass beat by my boys tonight." Morgan retorted.

"Punk, Punk, Punk, the way I look at it, you're just a liar. In front of the whole world, you've lied. You have no chance tonight. To be honest I think uh, I think you got a little confused last week when I speared you in half, but the thing is, there's one more waiting for ya. You can't take us with you." Roman said.

"CM Punk is a man of conviction. CM Punk is a man of beliefs. But after tonight, Punk, you're only gonna believe in one thing...you're gonna believe in The Shield." Dean pushed the camera away.

'Later'

The Shield was in the ring with CM Punk as their theme song faded. Morgan was in her Shield shirt with black jeans and black boots and fingerless gloves.

Before the bell rings, Brad Maddox walks to the stage. "Wait a second! Wait a second!" He yelled as the crowd boos.

"What is he doing here?" JBL asked as The Shield looked confused.

"There's been a slight change in the match up." Brad said as The Shield looked at each other.

Morgan grabbed a mic. "Um, what do you mean slight change? This match was fine as a three on one match. Punk deserves this beating that he's gonna get tonight " She got cut off by Dean who snatched the mic out of her hands. 

The crowd gave him mixed reactions while Morgan looked at him in surprise and annoyance. 

"Wow..." she muttered, shaking her head at him. 

"What she meant to say was Brad, even if you change the stipulation of the match, it's still going to be a win/win situation for The Shield. The Shield are going to beat Punk into a pulp." Ambrose said with a smug look while Morgan rolled her eyes.

"I see there's another crack in The Shield." King pointed out as Seth and Roman were annoyed at Dean's actions too.

"Well, then maybe your confidence might boost a little bit. Because, since Punk, personally requested this, this match is now a 4 on 1 match!" Brad announced.

"Wait, what? With who?" Morgan asked Seth and Roman.

"It will be...CM Punk versus Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Morgan Lopez!" Brad announced.

"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice as Morgan slowly turned her head to Brad.

The crowd went wild, chanting 'Yes!' while Punk laughed.

The Outspoken Diva looked at Brad in disbelief. 

Did she hear him correctly? There had to be some kind of mistake.

"Punk personally asked for Morgan to be in the match!?" Cole exclaimed.

"This is not good," JBL said as The Shield turned at Morgan as she looked at Brad and then Punk. "Morgan, run. Run now, run fast."

"Nowhere to hide now." Punk pointed at her.

"Who said I'm hiding?" She retorted.

"Calm down. We got this." Seth said and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Morgan is going to face a WWE Superstar?" King exclaimed.

"Only if she gets in the ring. The Shield might not let her, so she should be okay." JBL added.

"When's the last time a WWE Diva went on to face a WWE Superstar?" Cole asked.

"I'm going to enjoy making you go to sleep, Morgan." Punk taunted.

"And I'm going to enjoy kicking you in the face." She stepped up.

Ambrose smirked. "Over my dead body." He stepped up to Punk as the ref tried to separate them. 

Morgan started to get annoyed again since Dean decided to fight her battles when she didn't need help defending herself. She got on the apron with Seth and Roman as Dean and Punk started off the match.

She tried to get her head together, processing everything that just happened. She wasn't mentally prepared to wrestle a superstar yet and to be dropped with a bombshell like this was insane. She had a feeling she would be going down but decided to keep her head up high and step up. She brought herself into this, so she needs to face the consequences. 

She studied Punk's moves, but was she ready to face him? 

Physically? She'll have to see. 

Mentally? Not so much.

"Put up or shut up time Morgan. You talked trash about Punk, now let's see if you can live up to those words." Cole said.

"Punk says that Morgan is all talk but no action. I'd like to see her take action." King said.

"We just won't tag her in," Dean said to Seth and Roman.

"Um, excuse me, who said I didn't want to be tagged in?" Morgan asked, gaining her composure back. "I'm not hiding behind you guys any longer. Tag me in. Right now." she had her hand out as the crowd cheered. 

Punk was looking forward to this as Ambrose looked at him, Morgan and then the crowd.

"No," Dean answered and turned his attention to Punk. 

Roman glared at Ambrose for that while Rollins looked annoyed.

"Seriously...?" She grumbled while Roman put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't lose your cool." Roman calmly told her as she nodded. 

He knew she wasn't going to take much more of this. Punk knew it, the crowd knew it, and Seth knew it.

"It's a whole different ball game for Morgan. We've seen her argue and put her hands on The Shield. But let's find out if she has what it takes to be in a match with a WWE Superstar." JBL said as Morgan was in deep thought, watching Punk's movements, thinking of a plan as the match started.

------

Favorite Hashtag?

#BelieveInTheShield

#MrAndMrsAmbrose

#BelieveInDeanAndMorgan

#FanBoys

#KeepBelievingInMorgan

#INeedSpace

[vocaliveparty]

Streaming Heart - Design, Effects, and Extra Notes.

Design

Modeled and Designed by Maydayfireball. Naturally, he's based off of the project diva module. And I'm only JUST realizing I forgot to bandage up his hand. Anyway, I wanted to go past just the bandages that implicate a physical flesh wound, and go more lean into a digital / mechanical damage look as well. The heart on his head glitching, the wire wrapped around his arm, and the frayed USB tail were part of that. Originally, his tail was suppose to spark, but I couldn't figure out a way to do it without it being weird or too distracting.

Effects

There's a lot to go into, so I'm going to try to pick out things I really liked. One being - Did you notice the heart in the background slowly grows as it's caged up?

I wanted it to feel like it was just getting bigger and bigger, until it finally explodes into pixels at the end.

And here's what the whole stage looks like zoomed out, for the hell of it LSDKFJSDLF

THIS.. is actually the same mirror I used in Strangers. But now it's cracked and broken, laying on it's side. The street sign is also a reference to the original Strangers MV. I'll go more into the "why" of this in the Extra notes section.

Similarly, this is the same frame from Cat Rubbing, but covered in the same rust effect.

Extra Notes

So, my intention with this one had less to do with the lyrics and actual meaning of the song, and more to do with it's overall vibes. This is the third to last song, and I wanted it to feel angry. Like a Piko who's tired of being ignored and left at the bottom of the shelf. I referenced Strangers (from plp1) and Cat rubbing (the second song in the set) as a tongue and cheek way of saying "Hey, remember this? Wouldn't you like to go back to that? You can't."

Obviously, you CAN go back. Those songs, covers, and videos all still exist. But we're at a point of Piko's life where he's steadily becoming less relevant. He's fighting to keep your attention. It's almost like he's viewing that as a broken relationship, and he's angry it's gotten to this point. I feel like I'm rambling.

Anyway, I chose strangers to reference from plp 1 specifically because Roseus did this cover and that one. Also, This piko design was made to intentionally look like Strangers Piko. The jacket and half skirt are nods to him.

(Oh, you can really see how my style has improved between these last two years, huh.. that's kinda weird feeling..)

[redrockerraul]

Rock 'n' Roll Fashion: Time-Travel Through Style

Hey there fellow time travelers of fashion! 🚀👗🎸

Ever wondered how your wardrobe might look if you could mix and match from different decades? Well, hold on to your fedoras and flares because today we're taking a stylish journey through the ages of rock 'n' roll fashion!

🕺 The Swinging Sixties: Let's start with the groovy '60s, where flower power and paisley patterns ruled the scene. Think bell-bottoms, mini-skirts, and colorful, psychedelic prints. A trip back to this era will have you twirling on the dance floor with The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

👢 The Wild Seventies: Fast forward to the disco inferno of the '70s. Platform shoes, wide collars, and funky, shimmering fabrics took center stage. Channel your inner disco diva or John Travolta with a dance-off under the glittering mirror ball.

🎩 The Eighties Extravaganza: Next up, the totally tubular '80s! Neon colors, leather jackets, and leg warmers were all the rage. Embrace your inner rockstar and strut your stuff with some air guitar to the anthems of Bon Jovi and Queen.

👓 The Grunge-Tastic Nineties: The '90s brought us flannel shirts, ripped jeans, and oversized band t-shirts. You'd fit right in with the crowd at a Nirvana or Pearl Jam concert. Don't forget your Doc Martens!

👔 Modern Mash-Up: Finally, bring it all together with a modern twist. Mix elements from these iconic eras to create your own unique rock 'n' roll style. Maybe it's a flower-power headband with skinny jeans, or a disco-era jumpsuit paired with a leather jacket.

Remember, fashion is all about self-expression, so don't be afraid to get creative! 🤘

So, which era's style resonates with your inner rockstar? Or are you a true time-traveler, blending them all into your unique look? Share your fashion journey in the comments below, and let's keep the style vibes rolling! ✌️💃🎶

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Different Types of Beautiful Sangeet Sandhya Lehengas by Chansi Trendz, India’s Top Sangeet Sandhya Lehenga Manufacturer in Surat

If you have come here in search of the top sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, Gujarat, then well done, you came to the right place. Among all the manufacturers of sangeet sandhya lehengas in Surat, We, Chansi Trendz stand out for our unlimited varieties of exclusive wholesale sangeet sandhya lehengas, competitive and budget-friendly rates and secure online delivery on time. We bet that everyone will cherish your flawless beauty and you will adore your sangeet sandhya moments with our adorable lehenga collection. 

1. Sequinsed Lehenga for An Unbeatable Glam 

Sequinsed lehengas are always the true gem for a gorgeous sangeet sandhya night. These lehengas are cherished a lot by everyone because of their all-over dazzling sequin work. You might remember how Bollywood diva Kiara Advani dazzled her sangeet night in a royal gold sequinsed lehenga. You too can look drop-dead glamorous like her if you try the wholesale sequinsed lehenga from Chansi Trendz. From this best sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, you can have so many color variations in sequinsed lehengas to choose from.

2. Indo Western Lehenga: Uniqueness at Its Best

Wanna create the most unique and a contemporary sangeet look to keep all in awe? Then go for modern Indo-Western lehenga, offered by Chansi trendz, a renowned online sangeet sandhya lehenga manufacturer in Surat, India 

3. Jacket Style Lehenga for A Cozy Winter Sangeet Night

Jacket style lehengas are the new go-to-option for sangeet evenings in Winter. It comes with a designer lehenga, a blue and an embellished jacket instead of a dupatta. The jacket makes you feel cozy on Winter nights, and at the same time makes you a modern style icon.

4. Ruffle Lehenga for the Win

It is your sangeet night and its obvious that you want all the limelights on you. Ruffle lehengas are the ideal option to make you the star of your sangeet party. 

5. Floral Printed Lehengas for A Feminine Charm

All ladies have a feminine charm in them. Let that beautiful feminine charm to come out this time with graceful floral printed lehenga. 

6. Create A Royal Vibe with Heavy Designer Ethnic Lehenga

7. Wine Lehenga Set for A Breathtaking beauty

8. Make Way for Peplum Lehengaas

9. Velvet Lehenga for A Rich Look and Warm Feeling

10. Lehenga Saree to Bring Back the Ancient Tradition with Modern Twist

11. Be A Disneyland Princess with Layered Lehenga

12. Pastel Vibes to Follow the Latest Trend

13. Recreate the Bollywood Vibe with Bollywood Style Lehengas

14. Royalty at Its Best with Anarkali Lehenga

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Pet Fashion Frenzy: The Adorable World of Pet Clothing! 🐾👗

Hey there, pet parents and furry fashionistas! 🐶🐱 Let's dive into the wonderful realm of pet clothing, where style meets comfort, and every pet is a runway model! 🐕👠

Dress to Impress: Pet clothing isn't just about keeping your fur baby warm; it's a chance to showcase their unique personality and make them the talk of the dog park! 🐩💃

Endless Options: From cute sweaters and stylish jackets to fancy bowties and even Halloween costumes, the pet clothing market offers an array of choices to pamper your pet. 🎩👗

Year-Round Wardrobe: Pet clothing isn't limited to winter wear. You'll find outfits for every season, ensuring your furry friend is fashion-forward year-round. ☀️❄️

Matching Moments: Matching outfits for pets and their owners have become a trend. It's a fantastic way to bond and showcase your pet-parent love! ❤️👩‍🦳

Eco-Friendly Options: Many brands now offer eco-conscious pet clothing, made from sustainable materials, so your fur baby can be stylish and kind to the planet. 🌍🌿

So, whether you have a diva dog or a fashion-forward feline, pet clothing is a fun and expressive way to show your love and keep your pets cozy and stylish.

Let's celebrate the adorable world of pet fashion! 🐾👑 #PetFashion #FurBabyStyle #FashionistaPets