#trick william fanfiction

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

• Trick Williams x Reader

Summary: Shawn Michaels puts you into a trio with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. What happens when Trick gets a title shot with you at ringside?

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Leaning against the wall playing on my phone, I hear footsteps coming near me.

"Y/N! Just who I am looking for!"

I look up and see Shawn Michaels standing infront of me.

"What's up Shawn?"

"I need you to go take champ pictures with Melo. I think the fans will love it!"

"Whatever you say bossman!"

We both laugh and I look down at my NXT women's championship around my waist. I put my phone in my pocket and walk over to where they have the pictures set up. I am wearing a black and blue bralette that says "Y/N" on the front (kinda like Indi's), black and blue leather booty shorts, one black and one blue kickpads and black wrestling boots. I see Melo posing and taking pictures so, I stand next to the camera guy watching him. Carmelo has been one of my very few friends I have made since coming to NXT.

"Y/N! What brings you over here?"

"Shawn said I had to come over here and take some champ pictures with ya."

"Oh shit. Get your ass over here!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me to where we have to stand. We take a few pictures together. He grabs my arm and looks at me.

"Y/N. Wear this for the pictures."

He hands me a "Melo don't miss" shirt. I roll my eyes, take it from him and put it on.

"See?! Much better!"

We stand shoulder to shoulder, hold our belts up with our one arm and keep a straight face. Than I smile and look over at him. I put my title back around my waist.

"Well that was fun Melo. Thanks for the shirt."

I giggle and walk off to my locker room not noticing Trick Williams watching us from behind the camera.

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Sitting in my locker room scrolling through my phone at all the pictures of me and Melo on Twitter, I laugh at all the comments about us dating and how there is apparently chemistry between us. I hear a knock on my door and get up going to the door. I open it and there is standing Shawn and Melo.

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Y/N. Melo had this amazing idea where you, him and Trick Williams will be a trio in NXT."

I look at Melo than back at Shawn.

"I actually kinda like this idea. We are all pretty similar in wrestling styles. Yeah I will do it! But one thing."

Shawn and Melo look at me confused.

"Trick will need to win a title."

"She's right Shawn. Me and Y/N are champs. Trick needs to fight for a title next."

"Alright you two. I will go and figure out something for Trick. By the way, let me know if you see him so I can tell him about this."

Shawn shakes our hands and walks away. I look at Melo.

"Wanna go find Trick ourselves and tell him the good news?"

"Yeah sure. Let's go!"

We walk around the hallways looking for him until we eventually hit catering and he is sitting there talking to Fallon Henley and Brooks Jenson. We walk over to him. Melo sits down next to him and smacks his arm. I stand behind Melo putting my hands on the back of his chair leaning a little.

"Hey its Melo and Y/N. What's good you two?"

"So I've.... we've got some good news for ya. Shawn is making me, you and Y/N a trio group."

"And he is also figuring out to get you a title belt as well."

Trick looks up at me and smiles. I smile and look down.

"You two really did this for me?"

"Of course dude. We got your back."

"Oh my God. Y/N and Melo. You two are so cute. Thinking you can win this guy a title is hilarious."

Dom and Rhea walk into catering with a camera following them. This must be Shawn's idea how to get Trick a belt. Dom comes out and slightly pushes Trick into the table. I step between Trick and Dom and get in Doms face. Rhea pushes Dom back and gets in my face.

"Watch it Rookie. You don't know who or what you are dealing with."

"And you obviously haven't been here in quite awhile to know who I am or what I am capable of."

She laughs and whispers in Doms ear. Trick is standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder. Rhea gets in my face again.

"We challenge you and your boy to a mixed tag team match tonight. And if you and your boy win, he gets a chance at Dom Doms title."

"We accept."

Rhea laughs and pushes Dom out of catering. I turn around and look up at Trick.

"We got this."

"Yes we do. Let's go get ready."

We leave catering and go to our locker rooms to get ready.

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I walk into gorilla wearing the same wrestling gear I had in the pictures and my championship around my waist. Trick is standing watching the TV with his back to me. I walk up next to him and put my hand on his back to let him know I'm there. He turns and looks down at me.

"Hey Y/N. You ready for this match?"

"I'm ready. Are you?"

"If we win.... excuse me... when we win, I hope it gets me a title shot at No Mercy."

I rub my fingers lightly on his back looking up at him smiling.

"I think you definitely will."

His music hits and we walk out of the curtains together not noticing that Rhea and Dom were taking pictures of us.

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"Y/N. Trick. You two are so adorable. We saw your little touchy feely backstage."

Rhea and Dom come out not dressed to wrestle. I grab a mic from the camera guy outside the ring.

"What are you talking about Rhea? Aren't you two supposed to be dressed to wrestle us tonight?"

Rhea and Dom start laughing at us and pointing to the screen. The crowd gasps seeing the picture of me and Trick backstage. I roll my eyes and look at Trick. He gets hit in the back with a metal chair and I jump back seeing Damian Priest and Finn Balor. They start beating him up and I try to get them off but Rhea grabs my hair and knees me in the back. I drop to my knees and she pushes me onto my stomach. She puts her knee on my back and pulls my hair making me watch the rest of The Judgement Day beating up Trick. They put a chair around his leg and smack it with another chair. He screams and grabs his leg. Rhea comes next to me and starts laughing.

"You will pay for this Rhea."

"Will I Y/N?"

She slams my face down on the mat and they all leave the ring. I start feeling a burning sensation in my nose. I push myself up with my arms and crawl over to Trick.

"T? You okay?"

I put my hand on his side looking down at him. He looks up at me holding his leg.

"Y/N. Your nose is bleeding."

He sits up with his hand on my face. I shake my head looking at him.

"I don't care. Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay."

I help him stand up and climb out of the ring. I put his arm around my neck and help him to the back to the trainers room.

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                     *in the trainers room*

I am standing next to him while the doctor is feeling his leg. I have a hand on his upper back trying to be comforting and watching the doctor. Trick looks over at me. The doctor pats his knee and looks at us.

"Ummm Trick. You just need to rest your leg but you should be good to go in a few days."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor leaves the room and I am looking down at his leg. We hear a knock on the door than it opens. Shawn comes into the room and smiles.

"Trick. Y/N. Just who I was looking for. Trick. You got yourself a title match against Dominick Mysterio for the North American Championship at NXT No Mercy!"

"Oh thank you so much Shawn! This means a lot to me!"

Trick looks at me than back at Shawn.

"Y/N can be ringside right? Just incase Rhea decides to do anything."

"Of course she can! Better get ready. No Mercy is this Saturday!"

Shawn leaves the room and Trick turns to me. I smile really big looking up at him. He pulls me into a big hug. I hug him back giggling at how tight he is hugging me.

"Y/N.... there is something I really want to do right now."

"What's that T?"

"Ummmm.... find Melo and tell him what's happening!"

"Oh okay! Yeah let's go find him."

We walk out of the trainers room to go find Melo.

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                     *at NXT No Mercy*

It is getting close to Trick's match against Dom. Me, Melo and Trick are standing in gorilla getting prepared. I am wearing a black bralette, and new custom black and blue shorts that say "Whoop That Trick" on the booty. I have a hoodie wrapped around my waist because it is a surprise.

"T? Y/N? Imma stay back here and get ready for my match. You two have a good time out there."

Melo winks at Trick and I look at both of them confused. Trick's music hits and we walk out of the curtains. I turn my back to the crowd and slowly untie my hoodie.

"Hey T! I got a surprise for ya!"

"Oh yeah! What's that?"

I fling the hoodie to the side and shake my ass a little for the crowd. Trick leans forward and reads my shorts.

"No way!"

He grabs his chest and moans a little. I look over at him and giggle.

"That is the best surprise I have ever gotten."

We walk down to the ring and finish our entrance. Rhea and Dom make their way down to the ring. Trick is standing in the corner and I am on the outside lightly rubbing his shoulders.

"You got this T!"

I pat his shoulders and climb down to the outside. The bell ring and the match begins.

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It is getting towards the end of the match and Dom is sitting in the corner getting stomped by Trick. Dom grabs his foot and makes him fall onto his back. Dom rolls him up putting his feet on the rope and Rhea holding his feet. I jump up on the stairs than run across the apron and knee Rhea right in the face. Dom jumps up and grabs my arm.

"How could you do that to Mami?!"

I push Dom off of me and Trick rolls him up getting the win. I climb into the ring and jump into Trick's arms. He holds me around my waist.

"You did it!"

"With your help! And in front of my mom!"

He points over to his mom jumping and clapping at ringside.

"In front of your mom?"

I gasp looking over at her and get off of him. The ref hands him his title. He looks over at me.

"I'm also gonna do this in front of mom and the world."

I look at him confused. He grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me. I gasp than wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. The crowd is cheering and screaming for us. He pulls back looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I have been waiting to do that for a long time."

I giggle looking up at him still having my arms around his neck.

"Well to be honest, it took ya long enough."

He smiles, lets me go than rolls out of the ring and over to his mom. I jump out of the ring and walk over to them. He hugs his mom and the lights kinda go dark. He grabs my hand, says goodbye to his mom than we walk to the back. We go to his locker room where Melo is waiting for us outside the door.

"Trick! Finally got those feelings out huh?"

I giggle and look up at Trick holding his arm. He smiles looking at Melo.

"Finally!"

Melo smiles and pats Trick's shoulder walking around us leaving. Trick looks down at me. I have my head against his arm holding onto his bicep.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

I look up at him smiling. He puts his hand on my cheek looking at me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. We hear someone clear their throat behind us. We stop kissing seeing his mom standing behind us with her arms crossed. I giggle and blush really bad. Trick hugs his mom and starts crying. We celebrate with her and hang out in his locker room. Trick takes a selfie with me and his mom. His mom leaves and we say our goodbyes to her.

"I can't believe I won this championship in front of my mom and got the perfect girlfriend all in one day!"

I giggle and put my hands on his chest. He looks down at me and smirks.

"Wanna go home and "celebrate" our new relationship plus me winning this title?"

I bite my lip looking up at him. He smirks and puts a hand on my cheek.

"I will take that as a yes!"

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, grabs our belongings and heads out to his car. He sets me down and opens the door for me.

"What a gentleman."

I get into his car and he races around to the other side getting in the driver's seat. We head off to his place for a night to remember.....

The End

[420days]

CONGRATS | TRICK ୨ৎ

“Hmp.” Jamira tapped her footed as she stared at the television screen. She just witnessed her on and off boo, sneaky link, or whatever she called at the moment win his second NXT championship.

Even though she was proud of him she wouldn’t tell him because the two of them currently weren’t on good terms. They got into a big argument after she found out he was texting some girl and the two haven’t spoke since.

Trick tried reaching out to her the first couple of days but after that he said fuck it. It was now going week three and neither one of them caved in. Little did they know they were both missing each other more than anything.

“You going to celebrate with your boo?” Bianca said as the two of them sat next to each other. Narrowing her eyes Jamira looked over at her best friend and pursed her lips.

“Y’all still not talking?”

“Nope, I don’t have shit to say.” She shook her head and picked at the sequence on her gear.

“But I thought- nevermind.” Bianca mumbled making Jamira snapped her head in her direction.

“You thought what?”

“Nothing girl, Im not trying to be into it with man. I should’ve never said anything.”

“Bitch, don’t do that cause I would tell you something about Tez if Trick told me. I’m not gonna say nothing to him just tell me.” Jamira said, eager to know what was said.

“You better not! Tez was telling me that Trick told him that he didn’t text the girl. She’s his ex and was texting him. The two of them used to talk but once he started feeling you he cut ties with her.”

Feeling me? What is she talking about? Trick and I were purely sex. At lease that’s what she thought.

“His ex?” Jamira raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’s what Trick told him. He was also saying how he felt about you but Tez wouldn’t tell me because he knew I was gonna tell you.” She rolled her eyes.

“That’s interesting cause I never heard of a ex but it’s whatever. I’m not tripping about it.” Jamira shrugged her shoulders and acted as if she didn’t care but in reality her mind was racing.

“Girl! Go make up with your man! I’m about to go find mine but let me know how it goes. Then again I may be able to tell by your walk tomorrow.” She smacked Jamira’s thigh before running off down the hall.

“She’s something else.”

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Later that day

“You not going out to celebrate?” Melo asked as the two of them walked down the hallway.

“Nah, I’m finna head back to the hotel and call it a night. I’m not feeling celberating tonight.” Trick shook his head. Everyone was congratulating him on the win except the one person he wanted to talk to.

“I feel that we had a long night and shit.” He spoke but Trick zoned him out when Jamira walked past him like she didn’t know him. As much as he wanted to grab her he knew better than to cause a scene at work.

“You still ain’t fix it yet?” Melo sucked his teeth and looked over his shoulder at Jamira.

“Nah, I’m about to. I had other shit on my mind.” He mumbled once they reached the lockeroom.

“Well you better focus on her before you lose her. That’s why I told you that situationship bullshit ain’t worth it.” Melo told him and he nodded his head. He knew everything he was saying made sense but it was just a matter of actually doing something about it.

“I hear you, I’m about to fix shit now”.

After leaving the arena and driving to the next city Trick wasted no time making his way to Jamira’s hotel room. Surprisingly all he had to do was tell them he was her boyfriend and that was enough for them to tell him what room she was in.

“What are you doing here?” She mumbled as she pulled her robe closed and stuck her head out the door of the hotel room.

“We need to talk.”

“It’s three in the morning. You couldn’t do this tomorrow?” She rubbed her eyes.

“Nah, I didn’t want to go another night not talking to you and figuring this shit out. Can I come in?”

“Um sure.” She stepped back from the door and allowed him to come inside.

“What are we doing?”

“No what are you doing? I found messages in your phone not the other way around.” She scrunched her face up at him.

“Those are from an ex. I don’t fool with her anymore.”

“You never mentioned an ex.”

“Why would I? I stopped dealing with her two years before I even met you.”

“It’s just weird I don’t know. Why isn’t her number blocked? When’s the last time y’all had contact?”

“We didn’t necessarily end on bad terms so there wasn’t a reason for me to block her. We broke up and stopped talking for a long ass time and then right before I met you she tried rekindling but I told her I was cool on that.”

“When she text it was random and out of the blue. I ain’t never lied to you about nothing and I don’t have to.” He shook his head.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” She asked him.

“On a balcony in Cali.” He said and she instantly got flashbacks of the night they shared. He turned her every way but loose that night and that’s the same night she saw the messages from his ex.

“Hmmm.” She nodded her head slowly as she stared off into space. Standing up from the chair he walked over to her and hoisted her into his arms, resting his hands on butt. Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms found their way around his neck.

“I missed your pretty ass Jimi.” He kissed her thick lips as he laid her on the bed and laid between her legs. The two of them shared slow nasty tongue kisses as her hands ran up and down his beautiful body.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” He mumbled as he stood up and pulling his shirt over his head. Nodded her head she allowed him to untie the silk pink robe she was wearing and reveal her naked body. Being that she slept naked it was the closest thing she could throw on and answer the door.

“Hmm, you always do.” She stared up at his 6’4 statue that was standing over her. Underneath him she felt so small compared to him and she loved it.

After stripping out his clothes her grabbed the back of her knees he bent her legs back enough to expose her vagina that was already leaking and aligned himself with her center.

“Mmmh, baby.” She moan as he slide inside of her wet walls, filling her up. Immediately she squeezed around him causing him to let out a groan.

“I know you missed me mama but you gotta loosen up so I can make you feel good. Can you do that for me?” He tapped her thigh and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Nodding her head she adjusted to his size and allowed him to move in and out of her. Her moans immediately filled the room as he gripped her ass cheeks and bottomed her out.

“That feels good ma?” He asked as he pressed his hands against her legs pushing them back towards her head as he went deeper with each stroke, circling his hips to hit her spot.

“I love hitting it like this. I get to see your pretty ass face while I’m in it. That shit is so sexy.” He whispered in her ear.

All Jamira could do was moan and take every thing he was giving her. There was never any running with him so she learned to take it and let him talk her through it in the process.

“You didn’t even congratulate me.” He smacked her ass as he continued drilling her. The room was filled with her moans but he wanted to hear from her mouth how he was making her feel.

“Trickkk.” She whined into his neck as she felt herself getting closer to her climax. Her legs were shaking and tears were streaming down her face.

Three weeks was too long to go without her man.

“You not proud of me?” He gripped her chin and forced her to look into his brown eyes. He wanted her to feel the same way he felt when she ignored his messages and walked past him at work.

“I am baby. I’m so proud of you.” She mumbled as her eyes became heavy and her toes curled.

“I appreciate that baby. I appreciate you so much.” His strokes got slower and sloppier as she came all over him and let out the loudest moan.

It wasn’t long before he felt himself reach his peak and he ejaculated on her stomach.

“Damn baby. I missed that.” He breathed out before kissing her lips and letting go of her sore thighs.

“I missed it too baby.”

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[kyleoreillylover]

Can you please go back to writing for Carmelo🥺🥺 we need it!

Stand on Business

Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: You think you have no stand in your friends life now that he betrayed Trick and has turned heel, but Carmelo makes it very clear what you mean to him, and stand on business when it comes to you.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede @judgementdaysunshine @beeposts

a/n: I got you boo <3 not my best work but I hope ya'll like this!!

warnings: cursing, wrestling related violence, a bit of angst, a lil spicy towards the end. Carmelo is 😩

"Fuck!"

Carmelo heard your screams of anger as you came to the back from the ring, your eyes red and tears streaming down your face. He and Trick, who were in conversation, watching the TV, hurried over to you, concern etched on both men's faces as you limped down the hallway.

"Yo, chill out, chill out." Trick went to you first, much to Carmelo's dismay, and went to steady you, but you shrugged him off, your frustration boiling over.

"I can't chill out, Trick! Did you see what happened out there?" you snapped, wiping angrily at your tears. "I had that match won, I had it, and then Tatum interfered and screwed me over!"

You kicked a nearby trash can, sending it clattering across the floor with your good leg, but forgot that your other leg was injured from the match. You winced in pain as the movement aggravated your already sore muscles.

Carmelo rushed to your side, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "Easy, easy now," he said, his voice calm but firm. You let him guide you back to a nearby bench, where you reluctantly sat down, still seething with anger and frustration.

The night had gone to a complete shit show in your eyes. You lost your title to Lyra, Trick and Carmelo lost the dusty cup finals to Bron and Corbin, and now your leg was fucking throbbing with pain.

Trick slightly pushed past Carmelo to get a closer look at your injured leg. "Damn, that looks bad," he remarked, a sympathetic expression on his face, not seeing Carmelo side eye him as he touched your injured leg. You winced again as Trick's touch sent a jolt of pain through your body.

"Yeah, no shit," you muttered, gritting your teeth against the pain. "I'm sorry you guys lost your matches too. Tonight just… sucked."

Carmelo sighed, crouching down in front of you. "Ay, we good. You gon' get that title back, and Trick…" He turned to Trick with a nod, acknowledging their shared disappointment in the night's events.

"We mighta lost, but you gon' whoop Ilja and win the NXT title tonight, aight?" Carmelo's reassurance brought a small glimmer of hope to your eyes, despite the pain and frustration still coursing through your veins.

"Yeah, you're right," you said, taking a deep breath and trying to push past the negativity. "I'll get my rematch and take back what's mine. And Trick, you better believe I'll be cheering you on tonight. Ilja won't know what hit him."

Trick grinned, a glint of determination in his eyes. "You know how it is. I just wish you were there to cheer me on in person, but I understand you need to take care of that leg." He patted your shoulder before bringing you into a quick hug. "But don't worry, I'll make you proud."

Carmelo's eye twitched as he watched Trick's display of affection towards you, but he quickly composed himself, offering a supportive nod. Trick was acting like a lovesick puppy with you, and it was embarrassing. "That's right, Trick. We got your back no matter what," he said, his tone firm and resolute.

You felt a surge of gratitude towards your friends, despite the disappointment of the night's events. They were always there for you, through the wins and the losses, the highs and the lows. And tonight was no different.

"Thanks, guys," you said, managing a small smile despite the pain throbbing through your leg.

You went to speak again, but the speaker crackled to life, interrupting your conversation. It was the sound of the ring announcer's voice, calling Trick's name as his match was about to begin in 15 minutes.

Trick shot you a determined look before standing up and clapping Carmelo on the back. "You gon' be out there to cheer me on though, right? I need my brother to support me."

Carmelo nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, his tone filled with confidence. He turned to you, his eyes filled with concern and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "Want me to take you to medical and then walk you back to the bus? I ain't want you getting hurt any worse than you already are."

You gave Carmelo a appreciative smile, butterflies forming in your stomach as he grabbed your arm to help you stand up. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks," you replied, leaning on him for support as you gingerly put weight on your injured leg.

As Carmelo helped you to your feet, you leaned on him for support, grateful for his steadying presence. Trick gave you a thumbs-up before heading off to prepare for his match, leaving you and Carmelo alone in the hallway.

A couple minutes later, your leg was wrapped in a cast, and you were leaning on Melo as he walked you back to the bus.

Carmelo was acting… different, to say the least after his match with Trick. He seemed more protective than usual, and there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

As you limped down the hallway with his arm around you, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the match, or maybe it was something else entirely.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt too tonight?" You blurted out before you could finish your question, Carmelo cut you off with a small chuckle. "Nah, I'm good, just a little sore from the match. But you, on the other hand…" He glanced down at your injured leg, his expression softening with concern.

"I'm fine, Melo. Seriously." Despite your words, you leaned on Carmelo more heavily, your injured leg protesting with each step. He tightened his grip around you, softly tracing his thumb along your arm, making your skin tingle with awareness. You couldn't help but notice the warmth of his touch, the way his presence seemed to envelop you in a sense of safety and comfort.

As you reached the bus, Carmelo helped you settle into a seat, making sure you were comfortable before taking a seat beside you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of the bustling arena fading into the background.

"Thanks for walking me back," you said, breaking the silence. "I appreciate it. Don't think I could have walked here without your help."

Carmelo shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile playing on his lips. "No problem. Just looking out for my friend, you know?"

Friend. The word echoed in your mind, sending a pang of disappointment through you. You had always harbored deeper feelings for Carmelo, feelings you had never dared to voice out loud. But now, as you sat beside him, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was a chance for something more.

Before you could dwell on the thought any further, Carmelo leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "Listen, I know tonight didn't go the way we wanted it to, but I want you promise me something." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a mixture of determination and something else flickering in their depths.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you met Carmelo's gaze, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the air between you suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.

Carmelo's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability and darkness flickering on his features. "Promise me you'll never leave me, no matter what I do, no matter what happens."

His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion and unspoken longing. You searched his eyes, seeing a rawness that mirrored your own hidden desires. Without hesitation, you reached out and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I promise," You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I'll never leave you, Carmelo. No matter what."

A sense of relief washed over Carmelo's face, his features relaxing as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He squeezed your hand tightly, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin.

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. He leaned in closer to you, and you held your breath as he brushed the hair out of your face, his touch gentle and tender. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.

But before anything more could happen, the loudspeaker crackled to life once again, announcing Trick's match was about to start. Carmelo reluctantly pulled away, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he stood up.

"I gotta go support Trick," he said, his voice slightly strained. "But just promise me that you'll always remember what I said, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest at Carmelo's words. "I won't forget," you promised, watching as he made his way towards the exit of the bus. As he disappeared from view, you couldn't help but feel a surge of hope mingled with uncertainty swirling inside you.

And then that hope turned into anger as you watched him pummel Trick's knee with a chair, beating his best friend to the ground before storming off, leaving Trick writhing in pain.

Shock and betrayal coursed through you as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Your mind reeled with conflicting emotions, torn between loyalty to your friend and the undeniable bond you shared with Carmelo.

You watched on the TV as Carmelo sat on the chair he used to pummel Trick, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as Trick writhed in pain.

"I'm the guy, Trick! I'm him! I'm the one for her, not you!" " He shouted, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. He licked his lips at the mention of you, standing up, a fierce determination burning in his eyes.

You felt a shiver run through you as he winked at the camera, no doubt in your mind that it was directed at you. An angel face with a devilish grin, Carmelo smirked at the camera, his gaze piercing through the screen and sending a chill down your spine.

You honestly didn't know what to do. Should you confront Carmelo about what you saw? Should you stand by Trick's side despite the betrayal? The weight of your decisions hung heavy on your shoulders as you watched the chaos unfold on the screen.

Realization suddenly dawned on you as you realized that Carmelo's actions weren't just about Trick or his vendetta against him. They were about you. You were caught in the middle of a rivalry you never asked to be a part of, torn between two friends who both claimed to care about you.

But as you watched Carmelo's cold, calculating demeanor on the screen, you couldn't help but wonder if you truly knew him at all. Was he the loyal friend you thought he was, or was there a darker side to him that you had never seen before?

You snapped out of your stupid as you saw Melo leave the ring, and went to get up, but realized the cast on your leg made it difficult to move. And you didn't have crutches, Carmelo told the docs that he would help you with whatever you needed. Anger flared within you as you realized Carmelo had purposefully withheld the means for you to leave the bus, trapping you there to witness his betrayal unfold on the screen.

You tried to get up anyways, wincing when you put weight on your injured leg. The pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, and you plopped back down onto the seat with a frustrated sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make sense of everything that had happened.

"Why, Melo?" you whispered to yourself, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Why would you do this?"

But deep down, you already knew the answer. Carmelo's actions spoke volumes, revealing a side of him that you had never seen before.

And as much as it hurt to admit it, you couldn't deny the truth staring you in the face: that you understood where Carmelo was coming from; you could sense the underlying currents of jealousy and possessiveness that had driven him to betray Trick and hurt you in the process. But that didn't make it any easier to accept.

Exactly 10 minutes later, your door handle was being jerked open, but you found yourself unable to look Carmelo in the eye as he entered the bus.

His footsteps were heavy, weighted with guilt and regret — not for hurting Trick, but for possibly hurting you — as he made his way over to you. You could feel his presence looming over you, but you refused to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor.

"Don't be shy now, baby." Carmelo's voice was soft despite the arrogance laced within it.

He sighed as you refused to acknowledge him, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, I know what you saw out there… and I know it probably doesn't make any sense right now. But can you at least look at me?"

"No, get the fuck out of my face, Carmelo," You spat out, finally mustering the strength to meet his gaze. The anger in your eyes burned brightly, mirroring the fire within your chest. "You betrayed Trick, you betrayed me. I don't want to hear your excuses."

"I didn't betray you, I betrayed him!" Carmelo interrupted, his tone defensive. "So you're just gonna turn your back on me too?" he continued, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness.

You shook your head, your frustration bubbling over. "You think this is about Trick? It's about you, Carmelo! You hurt him, and you hurt me by doing it. I don't even know if you're gonna attack me next either. You've changed, and I don't know who you are anymore."

Carmelo's eyes burned a whole through you at your words. "You really think I would hurt you? That I would betray you?" he questioned, a mixture of anger and hurt flashing across his face.

"Uh, yeah, considering you just attacked Trick and left him writhing in pain," you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Here, let me make its easier for you."

You propped your leg on the nearby seat, displaying the cast and the pain etched on your face. "I'm injured, vulnerable, and you use that to trap me here and force me to witness your little display in the ring. Real classy, Carmelo."

"You think I planned for you to get hurt so you could witness that? You think I'm that cruel?" Carmelo's voice softened, genuine concern replacing the defensive tone. He took a step closer, but you held up your hand, signaling for him to stay back.

"Don't act like you care about me now. Whatever we had, it's gone," you declared, your voice firm. "You need to leave, Carmelo. I can't be around someone who would do what you did."

Carmelo scoffed at your words, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Oh, you gon' act like I never cared about you? After everything we've been through?" he retorted, his frustration boiling over. "You think I did this just for kicks? You mean more to me than you know."

Your heart sped up as he moved closer to you, his eyes boring into yours so intently the it almost felt suffocating. "Stop looking at me like that, Carmelo."

"Like what?" Carmelo's voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer. You could feel the tension crackling between you, a magnetic pull drawing you closer despite your better judgment.

"Like you don't hate my guts," you replied, your voice shaky but defiant. "You can't just switch gears and expect everything to go back to normal after what you did out there. You attacked Trick, and now you're standing here acting like it's no big deal."

"Because it's not a big deal, not when it comes to him. He was never the one for you, and I needed to make you see that," Carmelo confessed, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I care about you, more than I should, and seeing you with him… it drove me insane. And I had to do something about it. The only thing I regret is hurting you in the process."

You let out a bitter laugh, disbelief coloring your expression. "You… like me?"

Carmelo smirked at your incredulous reaction. "Yeah, I do. More than I should, and more than I ever intended to admit."

His gaze softened, and he took a step towards you, the tension between you two reaching a breaking point. You couldn't deny the conflicting emotions swirling inside you, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a spark of something else that you didn't want to acknowledge. "And I know you like me too, deep down." His face was mere inches away from yours, his eyes searching for any sign of reciprocation.

Your mind raced as you grappled with the revelation. Despite the anger and betrayal, there was an undeniable attraction between you and Carmelo. The air crackled with tension, and you could feel the pull, drawing you closer to him. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you felt a magnetic force urging you to bridge the gap.

But the images of Trick writhing in pain on the TV screen flashed in your mind, grounding you in the harsh reality of the situation. You couldn't ignore the hurt he had caused, the trust shattered in a single, calculated act.

"No, Carmelo," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't… I can't just forget what you did. It's not that simple."

Carmelo's expression shifted from desperation to resignation. He sighed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know you need some time, and I get that. But don't think I'm giving up on you, on us. I'll give you all the time you need, but don't think for a second that I don't care about you."

You remained silent, processing the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in such a short span. Carmelo turned to leave, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the situation. As he reached the door, he paused, casting a final glance in your direction.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging in the air between you. "I never wanted to hurt you. But I'm too selfish to let you go. Just remember that, baby."

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the bus with a mix of conflicting emotions. The images of Trick's pain and Carmelo's betrayal played on a loop in your mind. The pain in your leg seemed to pale in comparison to the ache in your heart.

But the fact you still wanted Carmelo made you question your own feelings and judgments. Why do you still find yourself drawn to him despite the hurt he caused? Was there a part of you that couldn't fully let go of the connection you shared?

Only time would be able to tell.

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Over the next few days, you ignored Carmelo's calls and messages, determined to give yourself the space and time needed to process the whirlwind of emotions. The tour continued, each day bringing new challenges and distractions, yet the weight of the recent events lingered in the back of your mind.

Trick, too, had been distant since the incident. The camaraderie that once defined your group seemed to have shattered, leaving an awkward tension hanging in the air. It pained you to see the friendships unravel, all because of a tangled web of emotions and betrayal.

You told all of this to Lash and Jakara, your fellow wrestlers and best friends, the next week at NXT, and you knew they would be honest with you.

"I just… Carmelo's been calling and texting me, and I don't know what to do," you admitted, looking at Lash and Jakarta with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. "I can't shake off what he did, but at the same time, there's this part of me that wants to understand."

Lash and Jakara exchanged glances before Jakara spoke up. "Look, I'ma be real. You ignoring him cause you understand where hes coming from and you mad at yourself for not being able to fully push him away, right?"

You sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, it's like I know he messed up, but there's this weird pull. I can't explain it."

Lash leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern. "Y/N, sometimes we're drawn to people who are bad for us. It's like a magnetic force that's hard to resist. You just gotta either fuck his brains out and see how you feel after or cut him out completely. There's no in-between when it comes to guys like that."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Lash's straightforward advice. "I don't think that'll work, but thanks for the advice, Lash."

"Oh come on, we see the way ya'll eye fuck each other." Lash teased, earning a playful shove from Jakara. "But seriously, Y/N, you gotta figure out what you want. If Carmelo's worth the risk, then go for it. But if he's just gonna bring you more pain, then it might be best to cut ties and move on."

You nodded, grateful for your friends' honesty and support. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about it. But for now, I just need some time to clear my head."

Lash and Jakara nodded in understanding, offering you comforting smiles before you left, bumping into a rock solid figure as you exited the locker room.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-" You went to apologize before realizing it was Carmelo standing in front of you. His eyes searched yours, a mix of hope and apprehension in his gaze.

"You look good." He commented, and your own eyes looked him up and down, taking in the way his leather jacket made him look so fucking hot, and his dark eyes held a certain intensity that you found both captivating and unsettling. Guess this is what Lash meant when she said you both eye fuck each other.

You took a step back, creating a physical distance between you and Carmelo. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and earnest.

"I don't think there's much left to say, Carmelo," you replied, crossing your arms defensively. The memories of his betrayal and Trick's pain were still fresh in your mind, making it difficult to fully trust him.

"You said you needed some time. I gave you that time." Carmelo spoke, his words carrying a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.

"Yeah, a few days don't magically erase what happened," you retorted, feeling a surge of anger bubbling up. "You can't just expect everything to go back to normal after what you did."

"You think I'ma hurt you?" Carmelo studied your expression, the intensity in his eyes never wavering before realization kicked in. "You think that cause I betrayed Trick, I'ma betray you too?"

You didn't respond immediately, unsure of how to put your conflicting emotions into words. Carmelo's expression softened, and he took a step closer, a desperate plea in his eyes.

"I would never hurt you. Anybody but you." He knew you had trust issues, that you had been hurt before, and that's why you were hesitant to fully let him back in. But he was willing to fight for you, to prove that he was worth the risk.

You sighed, feeling torn between the lingering hurt and the undeniable attraction you still felt towards Carmelo. "I want to believe you, but I can't."

Carmelos' gaze darkened even more at your words, determination burning in his eyes. "Then I'ma show you that you wrong. That you tryna pretend like you don't still care about me, but I know you do." He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I know you feel it too, that spark between us that never truly went away."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of apprehension and longing swirling inside you. "Melo…"

But Carmelo's hand interjected, gently cupping your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours, internally smiling. You called him Melo again.

"After tonight, if you still ain't sure about us, I'll respect that. But I promise you, that you won't be able to ignore what we have." His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed himself against you, his lips tantalizingly close to yours.

For a moment, you were frozen, caught between the pull of desire and the fear of getting hurt again. But then, you felt it—the undeniable chemistry between you and Carmelo, the magnetic force that seemed to draw you closer together.

Then Carmelo pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a step back, leaving you breathless and wanting more. "Think about it, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'll be waiting."

With that, Carmelo turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. You watched him go, feeling torn between the familiar comfort of what you had with Trick and the electrifying attraction you felt towards Carmelo.

As you stood there, lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Carmelo. Would you be able to move past the hurt and betrayal, or would you continue to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame?

You tried to find your answer in Carmelo as you watched him make his way to the ring, a chorus of boos following him as he stepping into the ring, sitting down into the same chair he used to attack Trick. The crowd expressed their disapproval with loud jeers and boos.

As Carmelo sat in the ring, a smirk playing on his lips, he glanced up at the screen, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment. You could feel the intensity of his gaze even from across the arena, a silent promise lingering between you.

"The villain is the villain in the story if the hero is telling the story." Carmelo smirked into the camera, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "But what if the hero ain't telling the whole story? What if there's more to it than meets the eye?"

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of boos. But as you watched him sit there, a smirk playing on his lips, you couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to his words.

Maybe Carmelo wasn't the villain you had made him out to be. Maybe there was more to his story, more to his actions than you could ever understand. You thought you could never understand someone that would betray his best friend, but as you watched Carmelo in the ring, a flicker of doubt crept into your mind.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a side to Carmelo that you had never seen before. And maybe, just maybe, you were willing to give him a chance to prove himself.

He continued to gloat and smirk, eyes a flame with confidence and defiance as he addressed the crowd, his words carrying a weight of truth that sent a chill down your spine. He looked so sexy like that, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity as he addressed the crowd. Despite the overwhelming boos and jeers from the audience, Carmelo remained unfazed, his confidence unwavering as he spoke his truth. It was like he was talking to you directly, his words piercing through the noise of the crowd and reaching straight into your heart.

"Trick, you were always my hype man. But Y/N, you were my heart. Trick, you were not on my level. But Y/N, you were always my equal." Carmelo's words echoed in your mind, resonating with a truth that you couldn't deny. Despite everything that had happened, despite the hurt and the betrayal, there was still a connection between you and Carmelo that ran deeper than words could express.

The audience started to boo even louder, making Carmelo laugh sexily, a deep chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he addressed the crowd with a smug grin.

"You think Trick is gonna come out and whoop me! I whooped him once, I'll do it again. but Y/N, you know better than anyone that he was never the one for you. He was just holding you back from what you truly deserve." Carmelo's eyes locked onto the camera, his words a direct challenge to both Trick and, seemingly, to you.

The crowd's reaction intensified, the boos and jeers reaching a deafening level. Carmelo seemed to revel in the chaos, his confidence unwavering as he continued to speak his truth.

"Y/N, you deserve someone who's on your level, someone who can match your intensity, someone who can give you everything you need. And deep down, you know I'm the one who can do that for you." Carmelo's voice dropped to a seductive tone, his eyes burning with a fiery passion that sent a shiver down your spine.

You licked your lips nervously, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through you. Carmelo's words struck a chord deep within you, stirring up feelings and desires that you had tried so hard to suppress. Despite the hurt and betrayal, there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in Carmelo's words.

You saw your phone buzzing, and Trick's contact popped on the screen, but you declined the call. You knew what you needed to do.

And when Carmelo came back from his promo, all confidence and swagger, you made your decision.

You approached him, grabbed him by his jacket, and kissed him passionately, the electricity between you igniting into a fiery passion that neither of you could deny. Carmelo responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to your waist as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

The world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment, the heat of Carmelo's touch searing through you like a wildfire.

Despite the chaos and uncertainty surrounding you, there was a sense of clarity in this moment, a knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be. He might be the villain of the story, but he was your villain, and you were ready to embrace whatever the future held for you and Carmelo.

You moaned into Melo's mouth as he bit your lip, the kiss growing more passionate by the second. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. It was like a wildfire had been ignited between you, consuming everything in its path.

"I.. told… you." Carmelo mumbled against your lips, trying to get a sentence out, but it was hard with you kissing him so passionately. You pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you smirked at him.

"Told me what?" you teased, enjoying the way his breath hitched as you trailed kisses along his jawline.

Carmelo's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at you, his hands gripping your waist possessively. "That I'm the one for you, baby. Always have been." With that, he crashed his lips back against yours, the kiss igniting a firestorm of passion between you.

You giggled against his lips, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment.

"Then prove it to me," you challenged between kisses, your voice breathless with desire.

Carmelo's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he pulled away slightly, his dark eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Oh, I intend to," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

With that, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the nearest private room, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as he whispered promises of passion and pleasure.

Let's just say... he definitely proved himself to you that night, leaving no doubts in your mind about his feelings or intentions.

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Homecoming

One Shot

Carmelo Hayes x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut

Summary: Carmelo is nervous about returning to his college alma mater FAMU for its homecoming. An alumni ball between his fellow brother Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha is taking place.

Why is he nervous, you ask? A special someone he took for granted is going and he has no idea how to make things right. Follow Carmelo down memory lane as he tries to figure out how to fix the mess he made. Will Kayla forgive him or will this end in disaster as Trick travels with Carmelo to be his wingman for homecoming weekend.

This was a story request from royalkay23 who gave me the music and ideas that we put together. I hope you enjoy it!

NXT Show

Carmelo POV

“Damn, another night, another show,” I sighed sitting down trying to unwind a bit before I showered and got on the road. Pulling out my phone I checked my messages.

“Damn, I already told Darnell, I was comin’ so what the hell he keep calling for?” I hissed putting in my code to listen to his voicemail.

“Man, I forgot you had a show, I talked to Angela, and she convinced Kayla to come this weekend. You better get ready to do some groveling to get yo’ woman man. I’ll see you down there, later bro,” his voice making my stress levels rise.

What does he mean she’s coming down? Fuck, should I even go? Will she even wanna talk to my ass?

“How did shit get so complicated,” I whispered pinched my nose truly frustrated.

Things used to be so easy; then we made it complicated by giving in to our desires. If only we never crossed that line, we would still be close.

I missed her, I knew the first day I met her that I wanted her to be apart of my life forever.

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FAMU Move in day 2019

“Remember we’re gentleman, carry their bags to their rooms. Be welcoming and act like ya’ll got some sense. Give them a couple weeks to get used to campus life before ya’ll start aggravating them,” our oldest fraternity brother Scott said as we all snickered.

“We got you, boss,” I said trying not to laugh as Darnell hit my shoulder trying to hold it together himself.

“No funny business Carmelo, this ain’t an opportunity for you to schedule your next hookup,” Greg hissed as I nodded scoping the parking lot not listening.

“Damn, I got her,” I said pointing to a beautiful young lady standing with her parents about to start pulling luggage outta their trunk. Oh, she bad….Legs and ass for days.

“You ain’t slick, you tryin' to holla at her,” Darnell whispered as I grinned. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about. If ya’ll will excuse me, I’m going to see if they need some help,” I said quickly making myself scarce before anybody could get a word in.

Making my way over to the family I couldn’t help but hear her mom fussing over leaving her daughter here. Smiling, I listened quietly trying to give them a minute before I interrupted.

“Mama, I will be fine,” she said reassuring her mother as they had her surrounded in a group hug.  “You go to your classes and back to your dorm, these folks are a little too wild,” her mom said looking at a couple making out not far from us as I snickered.

 Sorry mama, that’s something I wouldn’t mind doin’ to your daughter…Damn, Melo play it cool…

“Mama, I can handle it, I’m not going to be out here actin’ a fool but I will have fun sometime,” the Carmel beauty said being honest with her parents as her dad smiled.

“As you should, all work and no play sucks, babe give her a break. We raised her right,” her dad said as her mom took a deep breath.

“Yes, ya’ll did, now trust me,” she pleaded with a beautiful smile. Damn, a smile that could start a full-blown war….

 “I do trust you, baby, it’s just it’s your first time away from home, and I’m worried,” her mom said looking around at their surroundings.

“Have you talked to your little boyfriend who couldn’t bother to be here,” her dad said with disgust.

“Daddy, Justin is getting ready to go to college too. It’s ok, he’s going to come up soon,” she said her tone trying to keep the conversation light and positive.

Well, let me introduce myself, maybe that can change the subject, it seemed the mysterious beauty didn’t want to talk about it.

“Excuse me, do you guys need some help?” I asked said as she turned around and instantly blushed when we made eye contact.  

Damn she fine, fine, ok act like a gentleman and don’t embarrass yourself.

“Hi! Um, I guess we do,” she said looking around at all her things on the ground and in the trunk.

“What’s your name son?” her dad asked, as I grinned.

“I’m Carmelo, and I’m from the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, sir. I’m apart of the fraternity welcoming committee. We help students move in on campus,” I said shaking her dad’s hand as he smiled at him.

“An Alpha man! I like that, I pledged to that fraternity when I was in college, my daughter here is a junior transfer and is pledging to your sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha,” he said proudly as my ears perked up at the new information.

“You don’t have to tell everybody, Daddy, I might not even make it. Hi, I’m Kayla,” she said shaking my hand as I felt myself falling into those beautiful brown eyes.

“It’s always nice to meet a fellow sister, welcome to the family,” I said gently kissing her hand. Her mother scoffed, clearing her throat and interrupting our moment as I reluctantly let go of her hand as her dad laughed.

 “It’s nice to meet you as well ma’am,” I said taking her mother's hand in mine, kissing it as her smirk grew by the second.

 “Oh, you charming, stay away from this one Kayla,” her mom said as I smiled nervously at her…Alright, don’t let her see you sweat.

“Uh, let’s get you moved in Kayla,” I said trying to change the subject, helping her dad pick up some of her bags. “I would love that,” she said smiling brightly at me.

 For the next hour, I tried to learn all I could about her as we moved her into her dorm.

Her phone also had been ringing nonstop, but she ignored it. “He knows I’m movin’ so why blow me up like this. I’ll call him back in a minute,” she said as we carried up the last of her things.

 “When you do….Tell him he should have brought his ass here to help us move you in if he wanted to know what you are doing every fuckin’ second of the day,” her mom said as Kayla rolled her eyes behind her back.

Poor thing was getting it from all ends, I could see she needed a break from her mother, and it seemed her boyfriend.

Her parents walking ahead of us into her dorm gave me a chance to be nosey.

“Is that you and your man?” I asked, pointing at the wallpaper on her phone. Looking at the photo seemed to have her conflicted, almost nervous.

“Uh, yeah he is, we’ve been together for two years,” Kayla said as I observed her uneasiness.

“Ok, well maybe when he comes to visit, ya’ll can come check out one of our parties. We throw the best ones on campus,” I said trying to make conversation not wanting it to end as I sat her bags down inside.

“That would be cool, thank you for helping us, maybe I’ll see you around,” Kayla said as I felt the excitement dancing in my chest.

“Yeah, you definitely will, might as well call me your new best friend,” I said turning on the charm as she laughed.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you around best friend,” Kayla joked as I walked out of her dorm with a pep definitely in my step.

Senior year was definitely shaping up.

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“Aye, you planning to shower or what?” Trick asked bringing me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I am, just was thinking about Kayla and if I want to go to the Alumni ball,” I said as Trick sat down in front of me and stared intently.

“Well, you deserve to have fun too, maybe ya’ll can talk and work this shit out. I mean it’s been four years, she can’t still be mad,” he said as I sighed.

“I said some fucked up shit that I can’t take back, I don’t even know how to approach her,” I said feeling helpless.

“You go up to her, apologize, and try to make it right. That’s all you can do,” Trick said as I stood up shuffling around the room gathering my things.

“Thanks, man maybe it’ll all work out and I’ll have fun this weekend,” I said as Trick smiled.

“Now that’s it, be positive and have fun this weekend. I’ll even go with you and be your wingman.  I can tell you when to talk and when to shut the hell up, 'cause you talk too much sometimes,” Trick said as I laughed truly thankful for him and our friendship.

“Well, I might take you up on that, let me shower so we can hit the road,” I said heading to the showers.

“Aye, you gon’ get her back, you just gotta shoot your shot!” I heard Trick yell as I started my shower.

I truly hoped so but for now, I had to be realistic, I had a lot of groveling to do, and I was prepared to do it if it meant Kayla could be in my life again.

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Delata Flight 193

Kayla’s POV

“Angela, I’m going to have fun and stroll with my sorors. I’m not going to resurrect issues from four years ago,” I said as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Ya’ll two need to talk and squash this shit, you know he didn’t mean it. He was jealous because he was in love with you…Still in love with you might I add,” she said as I scoffed.

“In love…..Carmelo…… Girl bye!” I exclaimed rolling my eyes. “Even if he was in love with me, it don’t make it right what he did.  Have a conversation like an adult and not say spiteful shit. And can we just drop this conversation, you are ruining my buzz,” I said finishing my glass of champagne as Angela sighed grabbing her phone.

Damn, I guess she was going to be team Carmelo all weekend. Love my ass.

“So, he wrestles, that’s cool,” Angela said as I looked over and saw her scrolling through Carmelo’s Instagram as I smiled.

Many of our late-night talks about our dreams began to invade my mind. He was always passionate about wrestling so it didn’t shock me that he made it to the WWE.

Leaning back in my seat I sighed trying to get in the right head space for this weekend. I wanted to have a good time, it would even be better if I could avoid him.

“Girl, he got to work with the undertaker, look!” Angela exclaimed as I leaned back over and looked at his latest Instagram post on her phone.

“That’s awesome,” I whispered happy him. He looked so happy. As she scrolled to the next picture My focus went to the tattoo of an eye on his upper arm, it seemed to stir something in me, but I didn’t know what.  

I felt like I knew the meaning of it but I couldn’t piece it together as I looked at the beautiful tattoo of a woman’s eye with makeup smudged. Angela quickly swiped to the next post before I could truly process it.

“So, are you going to talk to him this weekend? Angela asked as I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes trying to tune her out.

“No, I have no desire to talk to him, I’m over it,” I said as she laughed. 

“Bullshit, you were in love with Carmelo, and you still are,” she countered as I snapped my head back looking at her wearing a frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, you gon’ put your big girl panties on this weekend, and get yo' man back,” Angela said with determination as I shook my head.

“He was never my man Angela; we just were two friends who had sex one night and it ruined our friendship. Worse mistake ever, I should have taken my ass home that night,” I said smartly as Angela sucked on her teeth.

“Nah, I don’t agree with that. Ya’ll were two friends who loved each other and were scared. He self-destructed jumping to conclusions and you were hurt by his assumptions,” Angela said as I got my air pods out of my purse.

“I’m done talkin’ about Carmelo, I’m takin’ a nap now,” I said putting my air pods in, turning my music on low.

“I know you can hear me so I’ma say this. I know he was wrong, but I think you are takin’ the one bad thing he did and erasing all the good. It wasn’t always bad Kayla and one mistake shouldn’t define him or his love for you, or your love for him,” Angela said as I continued to tune her out.

Yes, he did a lot of great things for me, I couldn’t deny it. Did the good truly outweigh the bad?

---

Crossing Day 2019

Kayla’s POV

This is supposed to be an amazing night for me, but I feel shitty. It’s nothing but chaos all around me as I see Carmelo and some of his fraternity brothers helping set up the stage for our ceremony that starts in an hour. I hate we got a late start.

My phone ringing for damn near the tenth time within the last thirty minutes is pissing me off as I see Justin’s number.

“What do you want Justin?” I asked, truly fed up, especially after the bomb he dropped this morning.

“I just wanted to make sure you were good,” he said as I pulled the phone away from my ear in disbelief.

“Justin, how am I good? You called me this morning to tell me you’re not coming. You knew how important this was to me,” I said trying to keep my emotions in check not wanting to mess up my makeup.

“It’s not that big a deal, it’s just a sorority thing,” he said as I felt the tears coming. “Really, so something I want to do isn’t important to you. Even though everything you do, I come and support you,” I said raising my voice as Carmelo made his way towards me.

“You ok Kayla?” he asked as shook my head, sighing as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Who is that? Is that your so-called homeboy, I shoulda known his ass was there. I ain’t blind I know ya’ll like each other,” Justin hissed.  

“Look, I got to get ready, I need to get my mind together,” I said trying to end the call.

“Well, that’s cold, you don’t even wanna talk about it. You must be spreadin’ your legs for his ass. Maybe we just need to call this shit off,” he said as I scoffed knowing where this was going.

Gaslighting 101, chapter five, Hide Your Guilt and Accuse Her of What You Are Actually Doing.

This bastard was cheating, and I knew exactly who it was with.

“You know I’m not cheating on you. Just grow a set and tell me you want to break up instead of playing games Justin. I know you sleeping with Regina, the jig is up, ok,” I said as the line got quiet.  

“Look, it ain’t about her, I’m just sayin’ maybe we just need to end this. Experience new people and just have fun, I don’t want to be tied down right now Kayla,” he said as I took a deep breath and looked at Carmelo, who gave me a nod of encouragement.

"I'm here Kay," he whispered as I fought back tears. He was always there to pick up the pieces and wipe my tears.

“Justin, why did you have to do this today? It could have been any other day but today. Look, just lose my number because you’re officially blocked, it's over,” I said hanging up and blocking his number as Carmelo took me in his arms and I broke down.

 “Hey, I got you,” he whispered as I cried. “I don’t think I can do this today,” I cried as his strong arms pulled me closer.

“Oh, yes you can and will because you have worked hard for this. Today is your day, don’t let him take that away from you,” Carmelo said as I nodded slightly pulling away a sad smile adorning my face as he carefully wiped my tears.

“No more tears, go get ready. I’m excited to hear your Crossing Introduction tonight. I know it’s gon' be fire, just like you, and make sure to shake that beautiful hair for me,” he said gently playing with my freshly silked-out hair.

“Ok, I’ll make sure to remember that,” I said reluctantly stepping back as Angela came running up.

“Girl, ya’ll can flirt later, we need to finish getting ready. See you in a few Melo,” she said pulling me away as I laughed.

“Never change Angela, and congrats!” he yelled as she waved back at him.

These two are a mess but it was time. It was time to step into my sorority destiny.

Everything seemed like such a blur as we waited in line with our heads down. I was getting more nervous as each new soror went before the crowd introducing themselves.

Focus Kayla you did well on the march, now it’s time to let them know who you are.

“Alright Kayla let’em know,” my new fellow Soror whispered as I smiled, tossing my head back and whipping my hair back and forth as the crowd screamed. Here goes nothing…

Stepping out of line and going to the front of the stage I felt nervous till I looked out and saw Carmelo about three rows back smiling at me.

“My…… Name….. is!” I shouted, loud and clear pausing between each word.

“What’s your name?!” the crowd asked as I smiled and began moving my body and hands in sync with my words.

“Kayla!”

“Yea!” (crowd)

“Belle!”

“Yea!”

The crowd participating as I said my name had my heart racing. Pausing, taking in the moment, I saw Carmelo wink at me.

Giving him a sexy smirk, I tossed my head back and began shaking my hair again just for him.

“Peaches!”

“Yea!”

 Slowly lowering my head, I paused, building excitement as they waited to hear what my last name was.

“Taylor!”

“Yea!”

“And I am from the Peach State, the one and only Atlanta, GA! And this Georgia Peach has joined this great sorority and I’m this line’s number 17! I shouted with pride bending down into our stroll stance with a bright smile.

Finally releasing the breath I was holding, my eyes found Carmelo again as he licked his lips. His gaze grew more intense as Darnell whispered something to him.

Were they talking about me? I saw Carmelo dap him up sharing a mutual nod before he turned his attention back to me and winked.

"A'ight Peaches, I see you Ms. AKA!" he shouted as I smiled getting back in line.

Yes, it was over! I had done it!… I was an AKA….

----

Later that night

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

Carmelo’s Room

“You sure you good?” Carmelo asked as I sat my drink down and curled up next to him on the couch. “I’m fine, thanks for being there tonight,” I said glancing up at him as he seemed to be in deep thought.

“It’s no problem, it was no other place I’d rather be,” he whispered caressing my face as I felt myself melting under his gaze.

“What are we doing?” I whispered as his lips slowly descended towards mine.  “What we've always wanted to do,” he whispered gently taking my lips in a kiss as I moaned in pleasure.

“We can’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I whimpered against his lips as his arms encircled my waist pulling me onto his lap.

Feeling his hardness underneath me had me shook. He was hard from just a simple kiss.

 “Mmhm, you feel that Kay? That's what you do to me," Carmelo whispered as I shivered. "Melo we can't," I pleaded as he silenced me with another kiss.

"We both want this, stop fighting it, baby. It won’t change anything, we'll still be us,” Carmelo whispered, his sexy voice casting a powerful spell over me.

 Looking into his beautiful brown eyes I saw nothing but the truth in his words. Kayla just let go and give in to what you want.

"Tonight...Just for tonight," I whispered as Carmelo's grip on me tightened. "I got you," he whispered slowly undressing me.

I felt shy, as he tossed my dress, anxiously over his shoulder before caressing my breasts. “You are so beautiful, just everything I imagined you’d be and more,” Carmelo whispered kissing my neck as I moaned in pleasure, his masterful hands making quick work of my bra.

 His words eased my nervousness and awakened the boldness in me.

Playing with the waistband of his sweats, Carmelo bit back a moan in anticipation. “Go ahead baby, you can touch it. I want you too,” Carmelo moaned as I purred at his words.

Nervously stroking him, his moans urged me on as his mouth feasted upon my neck. “Mmm, yes,” I moaned continuing to stoke him as he slid my thong to the side.

“You got a condom?” I whispered into the air as he nodded, reaching over, fiddling around in the drawer of the small lamp table beside us, as I claimed his lips in a powerful kiss.

His moan of triumph as he retrieved the condom and ripped it open made me tremble against him.

 “Let me,” I whispered against his lips, climbing off his lap, slowly sinking to my knees, holding his gaze I slowly placed the condom over the tip of his length.

Damn he was way bigger than Justin, it caused me to pause in my actions and stare.  

“Don't be scared, I'ma make you feel real good baby. I promise, now gon’ put it on and come take a ride,” Carmelo groaned, picking up on my nervousness as continued to stroke him.

My pussy quivered at his words; it excited me. Using my mouth, I slide the condom down over his hardened length as he bit back a growl, entangling his fingers in my hair.

“Shit! It’s like that baby?” Carmelo moaned, looking at me in amazement.  “Uh huh,” I moaned looking at him, while taking him deeper into my mouth

“Got dammmn Kay,” Carmelo hissed as his head fell back against the couch in pleasure. “You like that,” I whispered as he looked at me through hooded eyes. “Hell yea, I love it but if you don’t stop, this gon’ be over before it starts,” Carmelo panted as I smirked releasing him.

“Mmm, I wouldn't want that, ” I whispered climbing back on his lap nibbing on his neck as he growled grasping my hips, slowly inch by inch filling my wet center with his hardened length until he was to the hilt.  Our moans of satisfaction filled the tiny room.

“Fuck, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Carmelo groaned against my neck as I began to ride him.  “Mm, you too,” I confessed wrapping my arms around his neck as he began meeting my thrusts in desperate need.

“Yea, ride… Mmhm ride dat shit……Just like that Kayla,” Carmelo moaned encouraging me as we chased our end. “Promise me nothing changes….Mmm,Melo!” I exclaimed as he began gently massaging my clit with his thumb as I used his shoulders to steady myself bouncing with a purpose.

 “Mmhm, nothin’ gon’ change, I promise Kay. Now let’s get this nut together baby,” he whispered as he took me higher and higher. “Yes! Melo, Mmhm I’m ready!” I cried as I rotated my hips against him hearing a low growl escape his lips that began to grow in volume as we shared each other’s love.

That’s what it was, love and it was scaring the hell outta me and by the look on Carmelo’s face I could tell it was scaring him too.

“Kay…Kay..Fuck!” Carmelo moaned, finally finding words as we were reaching our end.  “I know, God I know," I moaned shuttering against him as our lips met in desperation.

“I’m cummin!” I whined against his lips as he caressed his tongue with mine, deepening our kiss.

“I’m right there with you,” he moaned as we exploded together. Collapsing against his shoulder I struggled to catch my breath as he held me tight.

For awhile, nothing was said as I relaxed in Carmelo's arms. I felt overwhelmed, I knew I had messed up…I had fallen hard for him.  I felt my tears coming as Carmelo caressed my back.

“Don’t cry Kay, we good. See you doin' all this cryin' lately, I'ma have to get a tattoo of a tear on this shoulder. Better yet, ima put your whole eye up there with the makeup smudges and all," Carmelo said kissing my shoulder.

“See why you gotta tease me,” I said caressing his arms as he sighed.

“Look at me Kay,” Carmelo said lifting my head off his shoulder wiping my tears.

I would never tease you. I’m just glad you trusted me and allowed me to be there to catch your tears,” Carmelo whispered caressing my face, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

Yep….We fucked up….Big time.

---

“We're about to land Kayla,” I heard Angela say as I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings.

“I’m sorry I just meant to catch a small nap, not sleep the whole flight,” I said taking my air pods out and putting my seatbelt back. on.

“You good girl, it ain’t nothing like listening to music and letting it take you away,” she said smiling at me.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said trying to shake the memories that were clouding my mind, and the other pieces of the puzzle coming together had me feeling overwhelmed.

Pulling my phone back out I went to WWE.com, turning slightly in my seat so Angela couldn't see. I would never hear the end of this if she knew I was looking at Carmelo's photos but I needed to see the picture again.

In my search, I found an article with the picture in question attached with several other backstage shots. I began skimming through the article and a question threw me for a loop.

WWE.com Exclusive

"So, what is the significance behind this tattoo of the eye with what seems to be makeup smudged?"

"I got it about three years ago, I got it to remind me of a special someone I knew in college. She was my best friend and my number one supporter. She encouraged me to chase my dreams, and I never forgot that."

"Well, are you two still in touch?"

"Uh, no we aren't, but who knows what the future holds."

---

“I can't believe he really got that tattoo,” I muttered to myself in disbelief. “Who got what tattoo?” Angela asked leaning over, trying to look at my phone as I quickly opened another tab.

“Uh, nobody I know, I was just thinking about the dream I just had,” I said which technically I wasn't stretching the truth very much. My memories with Carmelo were creeping into my brain and it scared me.

“I hope it was a good dream to start your weekend because we gon’ have fun these next few days,” she said as I sighed.

Girl, if you only knew I would rather be anywhere than Florida this weekend. This was dangerous, I had to keep my guard up.

Maybe I should have just stayed home.

---

The Next Day

PHIRSTPHAM Cookout

Carmelo’s POV

“Damn, it’s thick out here,” Trick said as I grabbed us a beer. “Yea, they partyin’ hard, half of them probably ain’t making it to the ball,” I laughed looking around trying to find Kayla. 

“Aye, didn’t her homegirl tell you they’d be here?  I’ma need you to chill man,” Trick said as I tried to shake my nerves still looking around.

“I know I’m jus…just,” I said stuttered as I spotted her. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Trick asked turning around to see what had me shook.

“Damn, is that her?” he asked smiling as I nodded still unable to speak.  “You stupid as fuck if I may say so myself,” Trick whispered shaking his head as I growled.

“Look you ain’t gotta rub it in, you supposed to be helping me, and stop looking at her like that,” I hissed as Trick shrugged his shoulders.

“I am here to help you but I ain’t dead. Is that her friend?” Trick asked pointing at Angela. “Yea, that’s her, a straight pain in the ass but I adore her,” I said as Darnell came running up.

“Ooou! I know you see yo’ girl, she out here serving body for days!” Darnell exclaimed as Trick smirked.

“Man shut the fuck up,” I said seething as he laughed. “Now is that how you talk to your frat brother who just talked to the DJ and he’s about to play our favorite stroll with the AKAs,” he said as my eyes widened in shock.

“I know you didn’t,” I whispered as he smiled. “Yep, so get ready,” he said taking off towards the crowd.

"This idiot here is just fuckin’ stupid,” I said as Trick seemed confused. “What’s the issue, I mean a dance can’t hurt nobody,” he said as I sighed.

“In the stroll, I lead the Alphas and Kayla leads the AKAs,” I said as Trick's eyes lit up. “Oh, shit that’s perfect, maybe it will break the ice with Kayla,” he said as I drank the rest of my beer.

“If anything it may entice her to choke my ass out for being so close to her, but I guess I ain’t gotta choice,” I said as I heard the opening cords of Knuck if you buck by Crime Mob

“Class of 2020 and 2021 I need you on the floor it’s your time to shine,” the MC said as I saw the girls already dancing falling in line behind Kayla as she smiled brightly swinging her hips and arms.

“Aye, you betta get yo’ ass over there,” Trick said as Darnell was waving me over as I went to join my frat brothers.

“Taking my place in line across from Kayla felt weird as she seemed to not pay me any attention as she strolled with her line sisters.

“Let’s get it fellas!” I shouted blowing my whistle as we began steppin’ in sync with the girls doing our own stroll.

I saw Kayla look over at me in shock for a second before she recovered and continued leading her line sisters.

“Knuck if you buck!” Angela screamed as the AKAs kneeled deeper in their stance, killin’ it.

“I see ya’ll!” I heard someone yell as I cracked a smile.  It felt good to stroll with my frat brothers and most of all Kay.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she danced, whipping her hair back and forth almost teasing me. She knows what that shit does to me.  Trying to refocus I cut my eyes towards Angela as she smirked at me.

“Yeah, act like you know! Stop playin’ wit her, take us on out Peaches!" she yelled, swinging her arms as Kayla smiled, walking as only she could pretending one of her hands was a mirror as she fluffed her beautiful hair with the other.

The crowd parted, cheering them on while allowing them to pass as we followed closely behind them.

Damn, Kayla still could command a room like no other. “Uh, you can thank me now,” Darnell said as I looked back at him and rolled my eyes getting out of the line, trying to find Kayla again.

Kayla’s POV “We still got it, that was fun,” Angela said as I laughed. “Girl, AKAs gon’ always bring that heat,” I said smiling at her. “I know you saw him, so when ya’ll gon’ talk,” Angela said as I sighed.  

Jeez can I have a moments piece without somebody telling me to talk to Carmelo.

“I didn’t see Carmelo, what are you talking about?” I said playing dumb.

“Oh, so you don’t know me now,” Carmelo said as I sighed looking at the amusement dancing in Angela’s eyes as I slowly turned to face him.

"I’ll let ya’ll two talk," Angela said practically running away as I scoffed. “I hate you!” I hissed as she laughed.

“Look can go talk, I think we both can agree it’s overdue and we don’t want to make a scene here,” Carmelo said as I looked around at everyone having a good time.

“Fine, but I’m not going far,” I said following him through the crowd as he led me to the side of the building.

The silence was defining as we both were trying to think of words to say to each other. It had been three years since we last saw each other after all.

I don’t know what came over me but I slapped him as hard as I could the sound echoing around us as Carmello stumbled rubbing the side of his face.

“A’ight I deserved that,” he said as I took a deep breath trying to not make a fool outta myself. I couldn’t let him know how he truly broke me.

“Yes, you did and more. You’re lucky that’s all you got from me,” I said as Carmelo raised his hands in surrender.  “Kay, I know I hurt you and I’m sorry,” he said as I looked at him my expression unreadable.

“It's Kayla to you, only my friends call me Kay. Look, can you make this quick, I got something to do,” I said folding my arms over my chest.

“So is this how it’s gon’ be the whole weekend, you just ignoring me. I’m trying to apologize, Kayla,” Carmelo said as I tried to wrangle in my feelings.

“Why are you apologizing to a whore. I mean that’s what you said I was right?” I said as a look of defeat and horror crossed his face.

“I didn’t mean it if you would just let me talk,” he started as I cut him off.

“I’m just a needy whore that will ride any dick right,” I said slightly raising my voice as he cringed at my words.

“Look, I was drunk, and I said some shit I didn’t mean alright. You know I lo—,” Carmelo's voice trailed off as he looked down unable to look at me. What was he going to say?

“Carmelo, being drunk ain’t no excuse, I thought you were my best friend!” I exclaimed frustrated that I was letting him get to me.

I am your best friend! Regardless of how you feel about me, you are my best friend Kayla and I miss you. Can you please just forgive me? he pleaded as I tried to walk away. "Carmelo, please stop," I begged trying to walk away as he blocked my path. "Say you can forgive me, please," Carmelo pleaded, his eyes drawing me in as they stared into my soul. I couldn't look away if I wanted.

“Kay, you know I didn’t mean it, can we just agree to talk sometime before we both leave Sunday,” he pleaded as I finally nodded, not trusting my words as I saw Angela walking over.

“Hey, ya’ll good, Kay?" she asked rubbing my shoulder as I held back tears.

“Uh, yeah we were just talking about not letting the drama of the past ruin the weekend," I said wiping a few stray tears that had fallen as Carmelo sighed in relief.

“Well thank God, we all deserve a good weekend of fun,” she said my eyes still focused on Carmelo as he glanced quickly at the tattoo on his shoulder before looking back at me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, as I tried to shake it off.

“Well, uh, I’ll let ya’ll get back to the party and I will see ya’ll tonight hopefully,” he said giving me a hug, catching me off guard.

Carmelo’s POV

I knew I was pushing it but I couldn't help it. I had to hold her in my arms. Come on beautiful hug me back.

I couldn’t let her go until she hugged me back.

I felt her trembling hands touch my back as I sighed in relief pulling her closer. “I’ma make it right, just let me please. I’m sorry Kay,” I whispered in her ear as I felt her relax against me. Angela smiled at me before leaving us alone.

"You hurt me, Mel," Kayla whispered as I felt my heart sink. “I wish I could take it back, baby,” I whispered honestly.

I didn’t know what else to say, I had played the scenario over and over in my head a thousand times. How different everything could have been if I had just told her how I felt that night. If I did, we wouldn’t be in this shit now.

“I need to go," Kayla whispered pulling away as I felt empty again.

"Yeah, me too, I hope I see you tonight," I said as she flashed a half smile.

"Maybe, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there," she said not looking me in the eye slowly walking back back to the party.

Don't give up on me yet beautiful I whispered watching her walk away from me and carrying my heart right along with her.

----

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

End-of-Year Party

Carmelo’s POV

It was the last party of the year, graduation was near but Kayla was occupying my mind.

We kept our word, after our night nothing changed. We woke up that next morning and went back into our regular routine. Two best friends who adored each other.

 I had gone out with a few girls since then and Kayla was into her sorority life and wasn’t dating.

She had told me how she wanted to heal from the breakup with Justin before she dated anybody. I can’t help but admit I wanted more, and no girl could compare to her but I didn’t even know how to tell her.

"Let me get this straight 'cause you are confusing the fuck outta me. You like Kayla, but instead of telling her you bring Robin to this party. The girl who has made her life hell since she joined the AKAs. You stupid as fuck,” Darnell scoffed hitting me on the back of the head.

"Shit, you didn’t have to hit me, I know I’m wrong,” I said rubbing my head as I saw Kayla on the dancing floor dancing with Angela as I saw Anthony approach them.

"What the fuck is he doin'?" I hissed seeing my frat brother whisper in Kayla’s ear as she blushed, nodding as he pulled her away from Angela and they began dancing.

“Looks like he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one and he asked her to dance,” Darnell said as I growled.

“Fuckin’ freshman thinking he can come in here and do what he wants. Let me set his ass straight,” I hissed finishing my beer.

“Um, why can’t he ask her to dance? She’s single and so is he," Darnell said as I stormed past him not wanting to talk to his ass anymore.

Soon as I got closer Robin slid in front of me catching me off guard. "Hey, I have been looking for you, let’s dance," she said throwing her arms around me as I reluctantly danced with her.

I didn't know how to feel as Kayla looked at me in shock and uncertainty as Robin and I danced. I knew by her eyes she was hurt by my dating choice of the night.

Sighing I tried to play it cool as our eyes seemed to fall deeper into each other before she laid her head on Anthony’s shoulder avoiding my gaze as he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much for my liking.

"Motherfucka," I whispered as Robin pulled back looking at me. "What’s wrong babe?" She asked as I played it off. " Uh, nothin’ let’s go upstairs after this song. I know better things we could be doin', " I said as her eyes lit up.

Yea, I was wrong but I didn’t care at the moment.

"Hands up here now," I heard Kayla say as she moved Anthony's hands back to her waist. He had been trying to caress her ass.

"I'm sorry beautiful," he said as I saw red, I don’t even know what came over me as I stepped away from Robin and went towards them.

"What are you doing!? I know you ain't going over there, she don't need you to save her!" Robin hissed following me. Hell I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I know he ain’t gon’ be touchin’ on her like that.

"Aye, you need to keep your hands to yourself," I said interrupting their dance gently grabbing her arm and moving her behind me as I stepped in Anthony’s face.

"What is your problem, Melo?! We were just dancing," Kayla said as Anthony smirked.

"Ain’t it obvious, he can’t take somebody else takin’ an interest in you Kay, he just wants you to be his little plaything," Anthony said as I grabbed him by the collar snatching his ass up.

"My problem is every time I turn around yo’ bitch ass tryin’ to take something that belongs to me,” I hissed dangerously low as he laughed. "Oh, so she's yours huh," Anthony taunted as the music stopped and people began to stare.

"Let me talk to you for a minute," Kayla whispered grabbing my hand, as I let go of Anthony. I was getting more pissed by the second looking at his cocky ass.

"I know you new freshman, so you don't know me. Keep smirking, I'll knock all your fuckin' teeth out," I hissed, his smirk dropping instantly.

"No your not, let's go," Kayla said steering me towards the stairs as the music started back up.

"Don’t you go up there with her Carmelo! If you do I’m going home!" Robin yelled following us upstairs as Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Just go home, I'll call you later Robin," I said trying to not cause a scene seeing a few people were still looking at us.

"I’m serious, you go in there don't ever call me again," she said as Kayla opened my door pushing me inside before turning to face her.

"Good! It'll save him a trip to the free clinic! Anybody fucking you ends up with something bleach can't wash off and a ten day perscription of penicillin, Bye, irrelevant!" Kayla yelled slamming the door in Robins's face as I heard her scream on the other side of the door before walking away.  

"Aye, you didn’t have to be so rude," I said as Kayla laughed sarcastically.

" Really, you wanna talk about rude. All I was doing was dancing with him and you come over acting like an asshole," she said as I invaded her space pushing her up against my door towering over her.

"I’m sorry ok, I just saw him touchin’ you and I wasn’t thinking," I said honestly caressing her face as she nervously bit her lip before my lips gently grazed hers.

"We need to talk Mel," she whispered as I groaned reluctantly stepping away from her. She was right we needed to talk badly but I didn't want to do it now.

"Ok, what are we talking about?" I asked frustrated the moment was ruined as she looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you serious?  Well, let’s talk about why all of a sudden you actin’ like you my man," Kaylas said as I sighed feeling the anger in me boiling. She couldn’t see that I liked her.

 "We’re friends Carmelo, remember that night wasn’t supposed to change us," she rambled running her hands through her hair, pacing.

"I know what we agreed on, I ain’t dumb!" I yelled as a knock on the door interrupted us.

"I heard yelling….Are you ok in there, Kayla?" Angela asked as she tried to calm her breathing before she responded.

The last thing I needed was Angela bustin’ up in here making matters worse.

"Yeah, I’m good I’ll be down in a minute so we can go," Kayla said as Angela tried to open the door.  

"She’s fine Angela, damn!" I hissed as Kayla sighed. "Don’t get no attitude with me 'cause you fucking stupid. Jealous ass, I’ll be downstairs Kayla,” Angela said as quietness filled the room.

"What are we doin'? This isn’t us, why are we arguing with each other Carmelo. What’s really wrong?” Kayla asked.

Ok, tell her how you feel…This may be your last chance.

" I’m cool, we’re cool. I’m just trying to say before you put yourself back out there, just know women can’t do what men do," I said as Kayla frowned at me.

"What are you tryin' to say?" she asked as I tried to choose my words wisely. "I don’t want a bad reputation following you, I mean all it takes is you opening your legs to one of these idiots and then you are labeled as a whore," I said as I saw the flash of anger cross her beautiful face.

Fuck, I opened the gates of hell.

"Are you saying I’m a whore!?" Kayla exclaimed as I growled. "No! I ain’t sayin’ you’re a whore! I’m sayin’ don’t be out here in these streets grinding up on these clowns like a needy whore that will ride anybody’s dick," I said as Kayla reached up and slapped the fuck outta me.

How dare you? I wasn't grinding on no motherfuckin' body, we were just dancing. Meanwhile, you fuck anything with a gash and me simply just dancing with someone leads to a conversation as to how you don’t want me to be a whore..You're unbelievable," Kayla said throwing her hands up in frustration as I rubbed my face.

"Look, I ain’t gon’ argue with you. I said what I said and if you don’t like it, you can leave. I’m sure Anthony is ready to make you his new little plaything anyway. I’m sure he’ll love that lil trick you do with your mouth,” I said not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

I was supposed to be telling her I loved her, but here I was spewing venom towards her because another man was interested in her.

"I tell you what, I’d rather be his plaything than your so-called best friend?  Hell, maybe he can actually satisfy me better than you did, so fuck you! she yelled storming out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

"DAMN ITTTT!!" I yelled sinking into the couch as I realized the finality of my words.

I had lost my best friend and the woman I loved.

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"Aye, earth to Melo! I heard Darnell yell as I cringed. "Stop yelling, I heard you," I said trying to get myself together. " I saw ya'll talking is everything good now? he asked as I smiled.

" We're gonna get together before the weekend is over," I said honestly feeling a little about the weekend. "That’s good to hear, hopefully, ya’ll move past this,” he said as we went back to join the party.

I hoped so, I knew one thing was for certain tonight was the time to shoot my shot and I planned on making my intentions loud and clear.

I wanted Kayla and nothing was going to stop me from telling her this time, not even myself.

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PHIRSTPHAM ALUMNI BALL

Kayla's POV

“Angela thank you so much for helping me find a dress,” I said looking myself over in the mirror as she touched up her makeup.

The Emerald gold hue colored dress looked good on me. The dress being off the shoulder with the built in bra enhanced the beauty of it. Also, who could go wrong with showin' a little leg. Yea, I’m wearing the hell outta this dress right now if I may say so.

“Yea, I was gonna comment on your Instagram post, but you disabled your comments bitch,” she said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yes, I did because when Carmelo liked it I kind of panicked. I knew he was going to comment next, then his fans would see it and I ain’t with all that attention,”  I said as Angela nodded in agreement.

“Ah, I get it, I actually don’t blame you on that one,” she said as we made our way back into the dining hall. The night had been going well but I was getting ready to soon leave.

Two hours was enough for me and I hadn’t seen Carmelo yet so my nerves were a little on edge. I can’t believe how just a hug from him was breaking down the walls I had built up. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my weekend.

“Heeeyyy, the party jumpin’ now,” I said looking at the crowded dance floor. “Gril, here come Anthony, don’t look,” Angela said as I sighed truly not in the mood.

“Damn,I was hoping he wouldn’t see me,” I whispered. I knew he was going to ask me to dance. Now don’t get me wrong, “I’ll give all my love to you” by Keith Sweat is one of my favorite songs but I ain’t dancing with his ass.

After the blow up with Carmelo I pretty much stayed away from his frat house all together. That didn’t stop Anthony from spreading rumors that he and I had slept together. So, yea I had to rock his shit one good time too.

“You ladies look amazing,” he said sizing us up as Angela cleared her throat. “Thanks, Anthony” I said as he smiled brightly at me.

“Kayla, may I have this dance?” he asked as I felt someone grab my hand gently bringing it to their lips. I actually sighed in relief seeing it was Carmelo as he smiled at me.

“She’s with me Anthony, ain't nothin' changed Bruh. Let's go Kay, I owe you a dance,” Carmelo said smoothly steering me away as Angela smiled.

“Well ok then Melo, come through boo,” Angela said as I blushed. She always hyping him up in his bullshit.

“Thank you, I was about to have a flashback and was probably gon’ rock his ass again like I did you earlier,” I said as he laughed pulling me close on the dance floor as we danced.

Carmelo’s POV

Step one complete I had her in my arms again our foreheads touching as I caressed her waist swaying to the music. She felt so good, this was a dream it had to be.

I love you in the night

I wanna take it real real slow, my baby

I understand what you told me

And if I, I didn't know

I always wanted someone just like you

“Thank you for dancing with me,” I whispered as she pulled back slightly, those beautiful eyes stirring something deep in my soul.

“Thanks for saving the day like you always use to do,” she smiled as I felt all my troubles melt away. She just didn’t know but I would always protect her.

I really need to hold on, hold you

I'd give the world to you, oh my darlin'

You know I will

Yeah yeah you know i will

I surely will

“You are so beautiful; you know that right?” I asked, caressing her face as she looked away.

“Carmelo,” she started as I cut her off gently grasping her face making her look at me. The more I stared into her beautiful eyes, it seemed the more I got lost.

 “Just be in the moment with me,” I pleaded, gently kissed her forehead, as she relaxed in my arms.

I will never do anything to hurt you

I'll give all my love to you

(I'm gonna give you every bit of my love, my love)

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin' (yes I will)

Only to you (yes my baby yes I will)

I looked over and saw Trick dancing with Angela as he smiled at me giving me a thumbs up. Smiling, I closed my eyes just enjoying Kayla being in my arms again as she laid her head on my chest.

One of her hands resting on my back as the other caressed my arm and not just any arm but the one that contained the tattoo I had joked about getting four years earlier.

“You remember, don’t you? You know it’s your tattoo,” I whispered in her ear,unafraid of the answer as she nodded against me.

I no longer had anything to hide from her.

Girl I've been longing for you baby for a long long time

Let's make love tonight

I can make me feel real good baby

I can make feel real good baby

Sometimes, sometimes I get a little lonely, baby (so lonely baby)

“Why,” she whispered as I leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to carry you with me always, you’re my best friend and I love you,” I whispered as I felt her still in my arms.

And I need a little love that I can call all mine (I need some lovin')

Girl, you are the one for me, babe

I know that you are the world for me, babe

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” Kayla whispered pulling away, walking off the dance floor.

Defeated, my eyes met Trick’s who pointed, silently telling me to go after her.

He was right, I couldn’t let the chance pass me by again. I rushed off the dance floor determined to catch her before she left.

Kayla’s POV

“Don't fall for it... He didn’t mean it Kayla, stop being weak,” I muttered to myself pacing. I felt in flight or fight mode as I saw Carmelo rushing towards me. “Look, I forgave you ok, so you don’t have to do this,” I cried trying to put some space between us as I tried to leave again.

“Kayla we can’t keep running from this baby,” Carmelo said blocking my path as I felt my anxiety rising.

This couldn’t be happening right now, he didn’t love me, he couldn’t.

“Why are you doin’ this!?” I cried as he caressed my face. “I’m doin’ It because I should have told you that night. I should have told you that I loved you,” Carmelo confessed as I felt the room closing in.

“No, no, you couldn’t have,” I whispered as I felt the air rushing out of my lungs.

“I’m sorry to just spring all this on you but, I don’t wanna make the same mistake twice. I can’t let you walk away from me again without telling you. I still love you Kayla and I know you love me too,” Carmelo declared without fear, claiming my lips in an eager kiss.

I will never do anything to hurt you

(I would never, never do one little thing to hurt you)

I'll give all my love to you

My mind was fuzzy as our kisses became more passionate, was this really happening right now.

“I’ma leave, and give you some time,” Carmelo whispered against my lips as I whimpered at the loss.

“I want you to come to me when you’re ready to admit you love me just as much as I love you, he said gently brushing his lips against mine before rushing off towards the elevators.

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin'

Only to you

Running towards the bathroom I locked myself in a stall trying to process what had happened. All this time he loved me, all this time lost.

Did I love him? Who am I kidding, I’ve always loved him and I thought I was over it until I saw him today, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

His words continuing to echo in my head as I got myself together.  Finally building up the courage to come out of the bathroom I ran into what felt like a brick wall as a strong set of arms steadied me.

"Hey, I'm Carmelo's friend Trick. I was looking for him, have you seen him,” the gentleman said as I looked at Angela,who stood behind him.

“He left and went upstairs,” I said as Trick frowned. “So did ya’ll talk?” Angela asked as I nodded.  

“Kayla, did he tell you how he felt?” Trick asked as I nodded again.

"Uh, can you give us an answers and stop all that damn nodding," Angela said I sighed.

“He told me he loved me and that he always had,” I said overwhelmed as Angela squealed in delight. “I knew it! My eyes don’t fool me," she said as I wiped my tears.

“How do you feel about what Melo said?” Trick asked as I contemplated his words.

“I love him too;” I said feeling relieved to say it out loud as Angela hugged me.

 “Then go to him,” she whispered as I nodded in understanding. I guess this is what she mean the other day about me putting my big girl panties on.

I had to tell him he wasn’t wrong, I did love him.

 “Trick, Do you know what room he’s in?' I asked as he smiled. “Room 984,” he said without hesitation as I gave him a hug.

 "Thank you and it was nice meeting you," I whispered as he laughed returning my embrace.

“Nice metting you too Kayla, and I’m sure we will be hanging out soon. Especially if your friend Angela here gives me her number,” he said as I smiled at him before I took off towards the elevator.

“Get ya’ man and have some mind-blowing sex you deserve it!” Angela yelled as Trick laughed. "Trick you better keep your eyes on that one," I said getting on the elevator anxiously waiting for the doors to close.

I felt nervous, the elevator seemed to be going so slow. I almost changed my mind, but the loud dinging noise let me knew I had reached my destination as I walked in a daze to room 984.

Taking a deep breath, I lightly knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear me, and I could leave.

“Damn no such luck,” I muttered as I heard him fumbling around the room. Just do what you feel Kayla, you already know he feels the same. Speak your peace and leave it at that.

Last night I thought to back to when we made good love

Listenin' to some Marvin Gaye all night long

Now I want that old thing back

 It was like time stood still as he opened the door clad in only a towel and a surprised look on his face. Wasting no time and closing the distance between us, I leaped into his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

 It’s power startling us both as we moaned in pleasure as our ever-present need for each other continued to grow more intense by the second as we got lost in each other.

 Reluctantly parting to catch our breath, Carmelo looked at me in wonder, caressing my hips.

Make these moments once again a fact

So won't ya, won't ya, uhhh, do it for us, babe

“So, you do love me?” he whispered in disbelief as I caressed his face his piercing gaze had me under his spell.

“I love you, Carmelo,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned reclaiming my lips, pulling me against his bare chest and into his room, slamming the door.

“I love you too, baby,” he moaned as his hands masterfully unzipped my dress causing it to fall at my feet as I shivered feeling exposed under his intense gaze.

“Are we really doin’ this?” I panted as his eyes continued to roam my body. “Yes, and your even more beautiful than I remembered,” he moaned, his breath now hot on my neck as he slowly grazed his lips across my neck, helping me out of my underwear.  

I couldn’t contain my moans of pleasure as Carmelo entangled his fingers in my hair, kissing and nibbling on my neck.

 Purring against him I felt myself losing control as his towel fell, a barrier no longer between us.

Good lovin, body rockin' knockin' boots all night long yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, a-come on

“Melo, baby,” I moaned as he growled, his hands caressing my breasts as he teasingly sucked and nipped at them as my grip on his head tightened.

“I need to taste you, Peaches, I bet you taste so sweet,” he groaned using his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to my pelvis as he kneeled before me.

And turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

“Can I taste you, Peaches?” he moaned caressing my thighs wrapping them around his shoulders as I trembled with anticipation as he kissed my inner thigh trailing his tongue over my wet center.

Carmelo’s POV

“Yes! Please baby,” Kayla gasped, arching her hips against my tongue as I tasted her. Her hands gripping my face as I licked and sucked on her clit. “Mmm, you taste so sweet peaches. I knew you would baby,” I praised, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pleased her. 

Her moans urging me on as I swirled my flattened tongue around her swollen sensitive clit over and over as she whimpered underneath me.

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) Somebody rockin', baby, ooh

“Carmelo! Oh, fuck!” Kayla moaned as I groaned savoring her taste. Gripping her ass and standing up while still lapping up her juices, I lifted her higher into the air.

 “What are you doing!” she gasped in shock and pleasure as my hungry eyes met hers. Her back planted firmly against the wall as she shivered against my mouth.

“I'm eating my dessert baby,” I moaned devouring her sweet wet center as her legs trembled around my neck.

I feel so good when I'm near you

That's why I always wanna be close to you

“Give me what I want Peaches,” I moaned against her as her gasps were coming in short spurts, I knew she was close.

 “I want it now Kayla,” I moaned swirling my tongue one last time around her clit before taking it in my mouth sucking it gently as she rode my face, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh God! Melo, I...." She trailed off as her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her strong as I slid my tongue inside her making her scream and writhe against my mouth as her orgasm continued to overtake her.

I moaned loudly as her essence drenched my mouth as I welcomed it.

Enjoying watching the pleasure on her face, I gently unwrapping her thighs from around my neck.  Maintaining my grip, I slowly slid her down my body as she leaned forward kissing me with urgency.

“I need you,” I panted against her lips as she arched her back against the wall as I entered her swiftly, as a strangled moan escaped her beautiful lips.

I'm so addicted, I'm so addicted

To makin' love to you, baby

All night long, baby, all night long, long, long, long

Her moans mixed with the feel of her pulsing around me had me reelin’. “Fuck! Shit, I missed this Kay,” I confessed reclaiming her as she clawed at my back.

“I missed you too Carmelo,” she moaned as I bounced her with ease on my dick. Her arms around my neck and her knees locked on top of my arms as we rocked against each other.

“Yea, bounce on this dick… Bounce on it like a good girl. You like how this dick feels in this pussy don’t you?” I moaned.

“Carmelo, yes! Fuck me! Umph,” She groaned sucking on my neck, her wetness soaking my dick as it got louder with each thrust.

Kayla’s POV

“Yea, this that grown man shit, you like it don’t you? That pussy so wet for me Peaches, you takin’ it so good baby,” Carmelo praised as I whimpered against him. “Yes! I love it!” I screamed holding on for dear life.

He was right, we weren’t shy college kids anymore.  This truly was real grown folks shit and I loved it.  Clawing at his shoulders in disbelief and pleasure, I felt that familiar tingling starting to surge downward. Good lovin', body rockin' all night long, oh, oh

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

“I feel you baby, don’t fight that shit,” Carmelo panted as I whined not wanting to cum just yet. “I got you, I’ma make you cum,” he groaned as I gasped, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he revealed his plan for the night.

“Tonight, you gon’ cum again…and again…and again…and again,” he groaned as I fell apart in his arms, his mouth swallowing my cries as he held me tight.

“Yea, that’s it, you so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, uh

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right, so right, so right

Each stroke masterfully takin’ my breath away. “I want you to cum baby,” I whispered wanting him to let himself go.

I wanted to see his face as he found his sweet release as he eased us onto the bed towering over me. “Spread them legs wide for me Peaches, we gon’ get this one together, baby,” he groaned, his mouth once again overpowering mine as his strokes became deeper and harder.

“Yes! Carmelo! Cum with me,” I gasped as the new position allowed him deeper inside me.

“Mmhm, I’m real deep in this pussy, it feels so good too baby,” he praised. Moving in sync with him I knew he was close. His muscles began to twitch under my touch.  

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Your mine,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips as I traced my tongue against his lips as he caught it between his lips gently sucking on it.

“You mine too, you always been mine,” he moaned as my pussy pulsed tightly around him again. Smirking, he placed two of his fingers inside my mouth as I gently sucked on them.

“Fuck yea, good girl Peaches,” he whispered taking his fingers and begins rubbing against my clit matching in tune with his strokes.

“Ahh! Baby I’m cumin!!” I exclaimed, his growls becoming louder as his body shook in ecstasy exploding inside me.

‘Cause I'm ready

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) I'm so ready

I'm so ready, baby

“You felt so fuckin’ good. Shit, that was amazin’” he moaned gently kissing me as we came down from our trip of ecstasy.

 “You ain’t never lied. Can’t wait until we do it again,” I whispered as he groaned against my lips.

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

To give you everything that we've been waitin' on

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Best homecoming ever,” he panted collapsing beside me as I laughed.

“I have to agree, it’s definitely one for the books,” I said smiling.

“So does this mean you gon’ be my girl,” he whispered running his fingers through my hair as I laughed.

“Uh, I would hope so, you done gave me head in the air…The damn air Carmelo, that definitely was a first for me and the rest I can’t even talk about right now because the feeling in my legs ain’t back yet,” I said as he laughed.

“That was hot as fuck wasn’t it. It’s you, I ain’t never done no shit like that, you make me this way,” he whispered pulling me close as I kissed his tattoo.

“Well, tonight was definitely happy tears,” I said caressing his tattoo as he smiled.

“I promise as long as you my girl, it’s always going to be is happy tears, I promise you baby,” he declared as I snuggled further into his arms.

 “I love you,” I whispered as I felt his heart beating faster.

“I love you too Kayla,” he replied dropping a tender kiss on my forehead.

Where do we go from here, I didn’t know but I knew he was my man and it was going to stay that way.

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Looked at the whump prompts and the “sensory overload” prompt spoke to me.

And since I feel like I very much relate to Punk and project my issues into him sometimes in my private writings and I’m autistic sooo…. I wanna see Punk suffer in a relatable way but not written by me✨✨

😬

(Oh Kat, you chose the only prompt on that wheel I had no idea what to do with. Sensory overload is not something I'm personally familiar with, but I've given it my best shot and hope it captures some of the experience. I also had to watch that lovely Punk/Regal match so that's an added bonus!)

Trick - 'Sensory Overload'

Characters - CM Punk, William Regal

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Blood, mention of vomit, in-ring cruelty

It wasn't that he expected Regal to be an easy opponent. The opposite, in fact. As soon as he heard those deep, ominous thrums announcing the English veteran as his 'mystery opponent', Punk knew he was in for a rough night.

It's just that... he didn't expect it to all to go to shit as suddenly as it did.

In the beginning, it was pretty standard. The pair of them traded blows, Regal stiffing every single one of his as wrestlers of his generation tended to do whenever they faced against a younger, fresher-faced opponent. Didn't matter to Regal that Punk had been in this business for nearly half of his life now, he was still some upstart that needed taking down a peg or two. Didn't help that Punk was a little more mouthy and confident than most.

Despite the added bite to each blow, Punk gritted his teeth and dug his heels in deeper. Absorbing the punishment to prove his toughness. For in the end, that's all that mattered to these old-school boys - toughness, grit. And in his heart, Punk had always considered himself old-school.

But then he got flung into the corner. The second punch made contact. Right on the crooked point of his nose. Pain erupted across his face, his eyes began to stream and the porcelain crack hit his eardrums from inside his skull. He crumpled to the ground, knees clattering against the boards beneath the canvas, making them bounce and his body sway as he tried to asses the damage done to his nose.

Broken, he was certain of it and when sticky gloop began tricking down the back of his throat, it all but confirmed it.

Regal hadn't noticed. Or had but didn't care. Probably the latter. Next thing Punk knew he was being man-handled further onto the apron, shoved down onto his back. And he could feel the course fibres of the canvas scrubbing against the bare skin of his shoulders and back and thighs and the blood began to flow down the back of his throat and now it was clotting around the rims of his nostrils, on the brink of bursting free-

When Regal's mammoth boot punched against his temple! Smashing the other side of Punk's head against the metal turnbuckle with a clang and the pain went fucking nuclear. Screeching down every vein and vessel and synapse in his brain like a high-voltage electric shock and when he tried to sit up, he nearly fainted or threw up or both.

Shit!

Yet even then, Regal gave him no room for breath, no mercy. The nightmarish shark had smelt the blood now splattered across its prey's face and had rolled its eyes in, readying for the kill. Clubbing Punk in the back of his head, he palmed him across his busted face, forcing him back down before plunging the solid plate of his knee cap (and all 240lbs of his body weight) into the shattered cartilage. The agony burst, the frame of his skull buckled beneath the pressure before snapping back. And the canvas scrubbed his skin and the blood gushed out his nose and down his throat and he coughed to try and shift it, gurgling on his own red-soaked spit.

And still Regal attacked. Like a feral dog shredding a chew toy. Grinding his knee again and again and Punk tried to fight back but the agony was over-whelming and his hands were clumsy, his arms flailed and the canvas was rasping against his shoulder blades like sand-paper. He wanted off the canvas, he needed off the canvas!

But Regal mounted him, pinning his tattered shoulders against the mat. Punk kicked out. Another pin. Punk kicked out. Regal shoved him down again, driving his entire forearm into the splintered shards of Punk's nose. Punk turned his head, tried to fight off the assault and found enough strength to kick out again.

His face was a sticky mess now, splatters across his cheeks and lips and even across his chest. Wet and gluey and hot, burning even compared to his flushed, sweat-skimmed skin. And his head pulsed from temple-to-temple, vibrating like the struck symbol of a drum kit. The arena was spinning around him, a blaze of contorted faces and bright lights and blaring noise, turning in uneven, heaving circles and the feeling in his gut was getting worse and he really thought he was going to be sick but he couldn't be sick, not until he finished the match and got to the back and a voice suddenly piped up in his skull, wondering if his vomit would be red too and he shook it away because that wasn't fucking important right now and the boards were bouncing again but it wasn't him moving it was-

Regal grabbed him by the shoulder, yanked it back. The other hand gripped a fistful of his hair, creaked Punk up onto his knees in order to snare his other shoulder. Those same chafed, red-raw shoulders were now being slowly prised out of their sockets, the pain trickling from his head into his deltoids and trapeziums and even then the agony in his head was still all-consuming and the blood gathered up in his throat again and he had to gasp through it to scream 'no' whenever the ref asked him if he was giving up. And his shoulders were hauled back even more, large palms driving his neck forward, dull throbbing shooting back and forth across his upper back. Regal was trying to weaken his shoulders, prevent him from being able to set up his finisher, the GTS.

Fight back! Fight back!

He listened to that voice. Pushed through the pressure to find his feet, those same feet began stomping on Regal until he relinquished the hold but before he let go, the propelled Punk towards the ropes. He fell horribly on them, catching the top one across his throat. His head snapped back like a coiled spring released and a fresh agony seethed in the base of his neck and a spray of red mist smoked from his bloodied lips into the moist air along with a gross, wet dollop of... something, and his legs wobbled beneath him and the world revolved frantically around him and he clutched his guts as he fought another wave of nausea and-

Regal's punch sent him clattering back against the canvas. Another knee in his mangled nose. Another forearm scrubbed against it. Punk put up his arm to fend the rabid Englishman off of him, when his wrist was snared, twisted, compelled against his will beneath the power of a brutal knee to lie flat on the mat for another pin. Kick out. Pin. Kick out.

These multiple kick outs were tiring him. They were meant to. Each one taking longer, the ref's count creeping closer and closer to two, two and a half. But kick out he did, he wasn't finished yet, not by a long shot.

He just needed everything around him to shut the fuck up for two fucking seconds! Let him think!

Fingers wrapped around his chin, scraggy nails digging in like a falcon's talons. Punk was woven into another hold, targeting his shoulders again, the breathy heat of Regal's body flat against his, and his brain screamed 'NOPE' and he fought his way out of it and his mind bellowed 'FINISH THIS' and he dipped beneath Regal in an attempt to roll him up and get a sneaky three count.

Regal escaped. Struck Punk across the throat to chastise the upstart.

Then grabbed Punk by his shattered nose!

Two thick fingers jammed themselves into his sopping nostrils up to the first knuckle, deep enough to prod against the split cartilage at the bridge. Punk's bloodied lips opened wide and a terrible wail ripped from his throat. Above him Regal laughed and panted and wheezed. And the crowd were going insane, like a pack of hounds when the fox was being torn to pieces, drunk with blood-lust and the aphrodisiac of his suffering. And the ref was yelling at Regal to let go, let go, one, two-

And Punk was released but the throbbing remained and Punk tried to breath through the blood and spit and pain and exhaustion and the noise and the lights and Regal had him by the hair again. Drove the hard part of his forearm into Punk's ringing temple, once, twice, and Punk was failing, was running out of energy and running out of time.

Another hold, the worst yet, wrenching his neck and shoulders until he was grotesquely contorted. Held for too long, too painful. His whole body squealing, from the fog in his skull to the anguish in his shoulders, from the sharp tenderness of his nose to the burn in his throat. And his guts strained and squeezed and his ears rang and his eyes streamed and he wanted this to be over. For all of this to be over.

That desire spurred him on. He found the strength to fight back. Kicks, chops, punches, blows, knees, he sparred back with everything he had and more. Threw his body over the Englishman for a near-fall. He wiped the mess from his face with his wrist tape, spat out the last of the blood in his throat through his bared teeth.

But just when he found his feet, they were taken out from right under him. The arena flipped, Punk tumbling through the air, landing nastily on his face, and Regal pounced on his lifeless corpse, a black-hearted crow swooping in to peck the juicy jelly out of his eyes, and Punk was suddenly aware that his trunks had risen up on one side and had wedged right into the split of his asscrack and despite the pain, despite the noise and the dizziness and the nausea, all he could think about now was the sensation of his stitched seam pressing through his speedo into the sweaty recesses of his ass and he was done, he was fucking done with all of this shit!

Regal hauled him to his feet. Punk bend down and managed to lift him up onto his shoulders. His knee made short work of the veteran and within seconds he had pinned him for the one, two, three and the victory.

Punk stuck around for the post-match shenanigans - the blaze of Kane's pyro was the last thing he needed at that moment in time - and as soon as the programme moved on, he disappeared into the back. Grabbing up his headphones, he stumbled through every corridor and hallway until he found an empty room and slammed off the light. Sliding his bare back down the cool wall, his long hair pulled back off his face, he placed his headphones on. No music played, he just wanted to drown everything out.

Silence

Darkness.

A cocoon of peace wrapping around him.

The pain remained, the throb and stick and choke and hurt but with everything else at bay, he could re-frame the torture in his body, re-direct it. He sat and he breathed and he mentally re-wired his body, taking as long as he needed to wrestle back control of his frantic senses.

As he started to calm down, he began to think back on the match, how everything had suddenly felt so raw and potent. How it had completely over-whelmed, even the feel of his skin on the canvas.

Tomorrow he had a day off, he'd be heading back home to Chicago.

Perhaps it was time to book an appointment with his doctor. Get tested.

Get a diagnosis.

[kinardgo]

the watchman on his beat on ao3

4.6k words / trick williams/ilja dragunov / rated e

When Ilja holds up in challenge, sweating but still smiling, Trick huffs.

"For real?"

"Show me your moves."

[doctorpandorica]

So Fanfiction, Deadpool and Wolverine, and Logan, made have a fucking epiphany about my mental health. Seeing it sky rocket at the box office, gives me hope that A, I am not alone and B, the world can be a better place. And I have to say, I really do believe both Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman deserve the world.

For the first time in my life yesterday, I looked at myself and thought I look pretty. The FUCKING kicker is I did again this morning and I felt the same way. Maybe just a baby step, but it's a step in the right fucking direction mother fuckers. But, How did I get here (Yes, I'm pulling this shit on you).....

I have horrendous fear of endings and I finally learned....or accepted it's because it's symptomatic of my misery. Things like desperation, depression and anxiety can trick you into the allure of mistaking familiarity as comforting, even when it's hurting you. That you are far less that what you are actually and are deserving of far less than you actually do, that the consequences of our choices are proof that our pessimistic view is the whole of reality.

But, it's only half of the truth and that is the majesty of realism, seeing the glass is both half full and half empty. The best understanding of Pessimism, Optimism and realism can be explained in a quote by William Arthur Ward. Where the three are stuck out at sea on a sail boat,

"The Pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."

To make the best choices in life you need to see every possibility and my heart goes out to those that are so blinded by pessimism, hope seems like fairy tale. I mean it's hard enough even if you can see things are possible but, it's still a bitch of an up road battle.

Which brings me to one of the most devastating ones in my life, the death of my dad. I always wondered how someone who seemed so sure of himself, could understand my pain so well. In hindsight I knew he had very hard life, it shouldn't have surprised me that he not only had crippling OCD, Anxiety but, depressions that at times reached suicidal ideations.

I was more my father's daughter than I realized, and took those fucking movie, to really appreciate what that meant.

Don't blindly accept things, ask questions.

If I had, I would've realized it's not that I don't care what others think, I'm really fucking depressed. And that's why I don't put effort in what I wear, or personal hygiene or wear make up. Never assume to know who you are, that's part of the majesty of life, that not knowing.

You never truly fail, until you give up.

For more clarity , I would like to add, some words of wisdom from a beloved science teacher,

"If at first you don't succeed, find out why"

Treat people fairly, across the board "Give people a chance"

To be sparingly coupled with, both

Trust your gut

This requires a lot of hard work, with self regulation and introspection. I've found DBT or Dialectical Behavioral Therapy to be very helpful. Which I must add the following because, I was wrongfully diagnosed with Autism (feeds into the dangers of acceptance). My therapist who diagnosed me ironically introduced to me the saving grace that is DBT. But, told me it wouldn't help me because I am autistic which she came to the conclusion based on ...

Flat Effect

Only developed when I hit puberty, the same time I developed depression and anxiety. People don't develop autism later on in their life, they are born with it.

Black and white thinking

If anything I think this is the problem with society and for anyone to say this about me, has obviously never heard me talk about anything. I found this utterly insulting

Anger prone

Repressed emotions and didn't start happening until 20's

Lack of Eye contact

I get really nervous around meeting new people, particularly if they stand really close to me for some fucking reason.  Once I get to know people I have no problem looking them in the eye.

Lack of Socialization

Low self-esteem brought on by my Depression

Social Anxiety and general Anxiety (fear of doing something wrong)

I actually do have a desire to socialize, but mistook relief after social based anxious episodes as me not liking it.

The same was done with someone very close to me, who was told they were Bipolar even though it didn't fit. They chose to trust they 're doctor, and was proven insanely wrong by they're new Doctor who aptly diagnosed them as having Borderline Personality and they are doing so much better.

Anyway I participated in a DBT group for about 16 weeks or so, one of which was diagnosed late in life with a form of autism. And the difference by the end of those weeks only strengthened my faith in DBT.

Don't start anything, but always finish

Don't go looking for a fight but, stand up for yourself when necessary, emphasis on necessary.

As long as people aren't hurting others or themselves, mind your own business

For some people this can be tricky, especially for those guided by their idealized narratives of the world. Again DBT can help with this in the grand scheme of things.

I mistakenly thought, that because I didn't seem to react how I would expect (bad assumptions) that I was fine. Even though, I was able to acknowledge that I was deeply depressed, which I was able to trace back to age 11, which for clarity was 20 years ago. Which fun fact I only discovered in my senior year of high school, followed by my anxiety a year later my first year of college. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE !!! EVEN IF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TOMORROW!!! HAPPYNESS MAY NOT BE A CHOICE BUT THE PATH TO IT IS!!!

More In-depth analysis of how Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds and Marvel factor into follow in follow up post. Because This post is too damn long, already. Thank you to those who read it all the way through , I wish you contentment.

[transgenderdoctorwhomst-old]

How do you feel about the Rory is the Master idea.

It is honestly one of my favorite things ever.

Like it could bring so so so much angst, I wish there was more fanfiction stuff with it. Lol

AU I LOVE THINKING ABOUT SO SO SO MUCH

when you're the master and then you spend 2000 years guarding amy out of pure devotion (longer than you were the master) and when you wake up you have to cope with being Rory Williams, Wife Guy Extreme. you try to be evil, do your whole "I AM THE MASTER AND YOU WILL OBEY" routine, and amy just throws a shoe at you like "rory, chill, we're trying to have a VACATION" and because you're rory, you immediately go "sorry amy :(" and stop. and then want to blow up a moon about it.

youve been tricked. you've been bamboozled. you've fallen in love with a human woman and no force in the universe can stop you from loving her, not even yourself. amy becomes the most powerful person in the universe by association. she also refuses to let him try and shove his whole life as rory under the rug. he is still rory to her, just a bit/lot more pissy.

meanwhile 11 is having an extreme angst crisis about this. what do you mean the master is alive. what do you mean rory is the master. what do you mean one of his best friends was a fobwatched master. he's going to feel like the master functionally killed rory (because that's sort of... what is supposed to happen to the constructed personality, and the master def tries to erase any feelings and sentimentality left over, unlike the doctor.)

his oldest enemy is wearing the face of one of his best friends, he feels like the master tricked him again, went out of his way to hurt him, even though absolutely none of this was the master's plan. he was just trying to get away from gallifrey before they executed him for trying to murder rassilon or some shit.

[sultryfandoms]

POSSIBLE LOVE INTERESTS CHECK!!!

Ridge Holland

Trick Williams

Or or or the twin brother of my original character!!!

Blake Slater 🫣🥵

Cody Runnels, better known as Cody Rhodes seems to have everything he ever wanted... a thriving career, fame, adoring fans, a doting wife and his own path to greatness aside from his father's legacy.

But deep down, there was one flaw and weakness that nobody else seems to know...

She was only supposed to be a mentee from the Nightmare Factory... but she has captured his heart, spirit and body... and now she has had enough of his empty promises and taken her for granted...

•••

Safina Jane Bagabaldo, better known as Safina Skye had just gotten out of a forbidden relationship with a man that she is prohibited to love, focusing on her career instead as she perfectly becomes one of the most talked about female professional wrestlers today.

When WWE finally managed to sign her, she was completely at home in NXT, with new friends, a new environment and a possible new love interest... nothing could ever ruin her fresh start...

Until she saw him again, feelings were rising for the man she truly loved.

Been reading @mytribalnightmare and their writings abt Cody developed my cody rhodes simping gene 🫣🥵

(even with the neck tat that I no likey 🥴🫣)

Publishing on Wattpad asap ✌🏼🤍

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, May 22

BUFFY: At least let the other people go. CHANTARELLE: Why are you fighting this? It's what we want! DIEGO: It's our chance for immortality. CHANTARELLE: This is a beautiful day. Can't you see that? BUFFY: What I see is that, right after the sun goes down, Spike and all of his friends are going to be pigging out at the all-you-can-eat moron bar.

~~BtVS 2x07 “Lie To Me”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

The Wreckoning (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by maxineeden

Treasured (Buffy, Angel, PG) by badly_knitted

Hangover (Spike, Dawn, PG-13) by veronyxk84

MedWhump May 2024 Day 21: Exhaustion (Riley/Graham, G) by MadeInGold

The Other Way of Stopping (Angel/Darla, T) by Octavia_Octopus

Care & Feeding (Riley, Spike, G) by reader304

Not So Wrecked (Buffy/Tara, E) by RavenclawSlayer

Something Like What He Was (Xander, Buffy, Spike, G) by JayeMaru

Death, In Quiet Tread (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Desicat

[Chaptered Fiction]

Object of Affection, Chapter 4/? (Spike/Xander, E) by felixsfishnets

Elseworld Buffy - One Bad Night, Chapters 1-10/10 COMPLETE! (Buffy, Diagnosis Murder xover, M) by Owen

Responding to Intel, Chapter 9/9 COMPLETE! (Xander, multiple xovers, T) by arcanedreamer

In the Company of Witches and Slayers:, Chapter 43/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Infinitely, Chapter 53/? (Willow/Tara, M) by Laragh

[French language] Recommencer, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Faith, M) by Friday Queen

[French language] Do as Romans do, Chapter 28 (Dawn/Spike, T) by OldGirl-NoraArlani

Return of the Hellmouth, Chapter 2 (Buffy, Giles, G) by WannabeWriter89

A Ripple In Time, Chapter 36 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Something Lingers, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by goodbyetoyou

Deliverance From Destiny, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Ragini

East of Nevada, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Blissymbolics

See You Yesterday, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by all choseny

Written in the Stars, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by RavenLove12

Love Lives Here, Chapter 66 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

So It Goes..., Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Trick AND Treat, Chapter 5 COMPLETE! (Xander, Supernatural xover, FR15) by Lostmind

Old Fashioned Romance, Chapter 10 (Xander/Steve Rogers, Marvel xover, FR21) by calikocat

Blood and dust, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

The Kitten That Killed Slayers, Chapters 15-17 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Desicat

Bruises, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

What the Drabble? Vol. 2, Chapter 27 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by VeroNyxK84

See You Yesterday, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by all choseny

Love Lives Here, Chapter 66 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

So It Goes..., Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

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Comic: drusilla turning william (worksafe) by spikedru

Artwork: [Coffy drawing] (Buffy/Cordelia, worksafe) by spikes-left-eyebrow

Artwork: Late night what-if Discord spuffy server shenans (Spike, worksafe) by isevery0nehereverystoned

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Manip: Chasing Away Insanity (Buffy/Spike, G) by honeygirl51885

Artwork: ChiBangel: Enemies (Buffy/Angel, G) by MamaBewear

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy vs Dracula by buffster

Mothman’s Buffy Rewatch, Season 3, episode 6, “Band Candy” by mothmans-wedding-photographer

Just finished “Lies My Parents Told Me” and woof, that was rough by nicnacsnonsense

3x10 'Amends' and the joys of being blindsided by jm_leviathan

Buffy The Vampire Slayer ruined television for me by Cailly_Brard7

[Recs & In Search Of]

Recco/Reposts itmustbetuesday recced by teragramm

[ask by fezwearingjellybananas] In This House We Are Home recced by kitkatt0430

One of the fun bits of In the Company of Witches and Slayers as an AU recced by lightdancer1

ISO: Any good discords for fanfiction writers on btvs and angel requested by Sharp-Rest1014

[Fandom Discussions]

I think it’s a shame that we never had any sort of flashback to or mention of the Slayer immediately before Buffy on the show by coraniaid

I think a lot of btvs fans dismiss the degree to which Xander and Faith genuinely did have a connection by turing-complete-mammal

SlayerFest ‘98… another amazing concept by reality-schmality

[ask by badwolfwho1] Top 5 episodes in which Kendra should've been mentioned in? answered by coraniaid

It’s weird that none of the Potentials that come to Buffy’s house in s7 have their Watcher with them by nicnacsnonsense

[About the activation of all the Potentials in S7] by nicnacsnonsense

With every rewatch of this show, and every year that passes, I grow more feral and protective of [Faith] by takaraphoenix

The thing with Dawn’s peanut butter banana quesadilla confuses me by nicnacsnonsense

So I just read a quote from Joss saying Kennedy was designed to be the “anti-Tara” and I just… by nicnacsnonsense

I personally believe that Rupert Giles came to terms with the unhealthy attachment between himself and Buffy Summers throughout Once More With Feeling by xandersrailcrash

about what Buffy said in Seeing red after Spike’s speech about what real love is (it burns and consumes) by nightvisionsofthepast

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Did anyone else read these? They were my favourite Buffy books even though they were unofficial. by CommanderFuzzy

Not including the musical episode, which dances or references to dancing come to mind when you think of these characters? by InfiniteMehdiLove

Over the years Xander should have become a serious fighter by QuaPatetOrbis641988

Unpopular? Opinion: I enjoy episode 6x17 Normal Again! by Excellent-Durian-509

What's something that you think had the opposite effect of what the Buffyverse writers were going for? by PristineSituation498

Cordelia should be traumatized beyond repair by Squeaky_Pickles

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[kyleoreillylover]

is it bad I can understand Carmelo's side in their feud and it acc sounds moral?? like trick did make a promise... and he broke it, and pushed Carmelo to the side.

I still love them both tho 😭 maybe im just biased cause I love heels 🤷‍♀️

[invisibleicewands]

Hello! You are so good at writing review, I really like it! What is your opinion about Good Omens S2? To be honest, I hadn't have any expectations, so I wasn't upset by the plot. But, to my mind, unfortunately, there was a lot of bad writing, unnecessary characters and primitive dialogues compare to the first season.

Hi, Anon!

Thank you for your trust, even if mine are more random thoughts. I have to tell you, I’m not a binge watcher (I prefer to taste the episodes one by one, slowly) but this time I chose to make an exception watching it all in three days, with the last ten final minutes seen immediatly the first day, just to avoid the spoilers online (like “away the tooth away the pain“). So, my view could be affected by this.

Over the last few months I've been making a certain idea about the 2nd series and now I can say it wasn’t completely wrong, even though the result is maybe a bit better than my first expectations.

I find GO2 being like a colorful circus, with a parade of artists doing their best numbers and where MS and DT were the best attraction, the trapeze artists.

The plot is a pretext, 100% fans service: to monetize again the success of the first season, following the dreams’ fans, using their fanfictions as inspiration for the script, then putting all together in a glossy package with a bow on top: some fireworks, a bit of special effects and the effort of two titans, MS and DT, who took the 80% of the weight of this mission on their shoulders.

As very 'serious' and professional actors, with a background of theatre, tv and cinema, they did a wonderful job, transforming with their talent every line in something precious, every scene unforgettable, with skilful expressions or little gestures, even during the boring moments. They put on the table all the tricks of their playbooks to play their characters. Sometimes I saw some of Bill Masters’ glances, sometimes there were Kenneth Williams or Aro or Castor’s vibes. And the episodes were rich of references to their previous works too (Bright Young Things, Dr.Who, etc.), like a showcase of their careers.

I particularly liked Crowley’s clever lines, his dry humour, his pragmatism, also his soft side. A bit less, I must say, Aziraphale character, who was sometimes too much unnecessarily stubborn or dull if compared with the first season, too much 'Wesley Snipes'. But the actors, as I said, were both excellent and a wonder for the eyes. A mention for Jon Hamm too: I thought the nice reviews for his performance were exaggerated, but his scenes were really funny (his hug to Aziraphale xD), maybe because of the contrast between the absurdity of the moments combined with his mono-expression-marble-face. Pity for his story, which had to be the core of the mistery but was revealed and explained in a superficial and hurried way just in the last few minutes.

And here we are, the story. I've found the first two episodes well written, with comic scenes and smart lines, good timing, but then something suddendly changed: the plot became plain, childish, predictable. IMHO a lot of time has been wasted to tell useless or not so interesting stories. The barely hinted relationship between Nina and Meggie, the mere rethoric of their speech to Crowley, all the chaos of the demons battle for nothing, the travel to the cemetary in Scotland and all the resurrectionist thing. Plus, a lot of stereotypical characters: the ridiculous zombies, the boring angels of the Paradise, all like clowns, dolls to fill the void. And Jane Austen. There was nothing really important about her, just her name to justify a ball in regency dresses. Not enough for me. Also, the la-la land love story between Gabriel and Beelzebub to give a meaning to the mistery (really?), was cold and too quick to be interesting.

The turning point at the end of the 6th episode and it was like suddendly watching Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford in The Way We Were. MS and DT were simply amazing in giving to that scene such a depth and drama (nervous breakdown Aziraphale?), but the effect I felt was a bit alienating compared to what I'd seen just before. Like a leap too big, like watching two completely different and separate shows.

The final. Moving, exciting, wonderfully acted but... of course was not a final (like MoS ending in season 3). They should have called this Good Omens vol.2, like Kill Bill, since it’s obvious that was not a real end. Everything has been written for a third part since the beginning and you can see it, even if they tried to hide it somehow. Honestly I don't know if I wish to see another chapter, 'cause I'm worried about Michael's hair at this point... (I'm evil, I know)

Jokes apart, I think it was surely an entertaining, light, funny, moving, show with some brilliant moments and others less, and two great actors who covered the flaws with their skills. But I struggle to see it like a masterpiece or something worthing of an award (the special effects and the make up too, were a bit cheap). It needed of something more in the writing, for example, to reach The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel league, just saying.

But for sure it was a gold mine for fans and gif makers. ;)

A music video, to heal the heart of a demon:

[faretheeoscar]

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Le Joyau le plus precieux

A Lucky Luke Modern!AU fanfiction

Chapter VIII - Some help

-And that's it. That's why we were chasing that guy, and that's why we locked him up here.- They had taken Ivor to the Moulin Rouge, hiding him in the room full of cupboards where Joe had also been " guested". The latter, while Lucky put a bag of frozen peas (bought at a convenience store down the street) over his eye and a swab in his nose, told the brothers the truth. The three, surprised, looked at each other for a long moment, then William, with a cough, asked: -So... the real criminal is this Mason, and you are giving Lucky Luke, who is the good guy, a hand in arresting him instead?- -In short.- -And you're keeping us in the dark so we don't get in trouble?- -Yes, Averell. Anyone can become a target. Although I didn't completely lie to you after all: this has always been about our friend here- he sneered, pointing at Lucky who was standing behind him, off in a corner.

Luke, speaking as if he had a cold, said: -Now that you know the whole story, I guess you'll want to help your brother and me.- -Ah, no! We'll only help Joe!- exclaimed Jack, -You're the one who hung us upside down, who has-- -We know the list of tricks he pulled on us, OK?- William shushed him, then continued: -Whatever it is, if Joe's in it, we're all in it.- -Exactly! We're family, and we look out for each other!- Averell added, puffing out his chest, proudly, -I may be a simple patrolman, but I hold a real record; I've never let anyone get away!- -And that's also because you're partnered with capable people on shifts!- one of the twins teased him, patting him on the arm. -William does the research since he's our brain; he knows where to find any information you want. Jack can fix anything, give him a spanner and he'll put a car engine together for you in five minutes.- Joe seemed almost proud as he listed his brothers' qualities. -What about interrogation?- -Joe's the one who's good at getting the truth out of suspects; he's a real mastiff!- -I don't know whether to take that as a compliment, Averell- chuckled the eldest, -but yes, we can say that with me, even the toughest bones give way.- -Good. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait: the sedative I administered to Ivor will keep him quiet until tomorrow morning.- -That will give us time to regain our strength. What do you say, guys, we treat our battered ex-wanted man to a pizza?- The three looked at each other embarrassed. -You did order pizza, didn't you?- -Well, yeah... By ten o'clock.- -It's five past nine. We just have to get home. Lucky Luke?- -Maybe I should go to sleep... I've been punched in the face, I got a punch in the stomach and a headbutt in the nose. Physically, I'm a wreck.- -Don't forget "banged on the wall."- -Right.- -Trust me, then: a pizza can only bring you back to the world!- intervened one of the twins. -If I'm not disturbing...- -If we squeeze in, we'll fit in!- joked the younger one. -Then I'd be delighted.- -Don't worry, there will be plenty! Averell eats for ten, and the orders are in proportion!!- -That's not true, William!!-

At first it seemed strange to the Dalton brothers to bring the man they had been trying to catch for a year into their flat, but once the ice was broken (and the pizzas arrived) they discovered that he was a nice guy after all. William couldn't help but peppering Lucky with questions about his job at the FBI; Joe knew it had always been a great ambition of his younger brother's to join the feds, a “pipe-dream” he'd carried with him since the academy, but at one point he decided to stop him: -You're monopolising our guest.- -Don't worry, Joe, I don't mind satisfying your brother's curiosity.- -Lucky is just too nice!- Jack inserted himself, -About brothers, what's Jolly Jumper like? Does he look like you?- -Jack!!- the eldest resumed, fearing that the topic was too delicate and personal. But Lucky was unperturbed: -We don't actually look alike: he's blond, with slightly longer hair than mine, and he's a couple of centimetres taller than me. He's a bit of a philosopher and (I don't know if this is a flaw) he flirts with every beautiful woman he meets.- -Then he would get on well with William; he falls in love very easily!- -Shut up, Averell!!- -Yeah, Cheyenne mentioned something to me about meeting one of Joe's nice brothers.- -You... You know Cheyenne?- -She's my cousin.- William's jaw felt like it was about to drop in amazement; Joe couldn't help laughing, Luke quietly ate his slice of pizza while the other two Daltons looked at each other in confusion: who was Cheyenne?

Joe ordered his brothers to go to bed, because “the adults had to talk”. He returned to the living room, where he had left Lucky Luke, to clean out the pizza boxes and discuss the next step. He found his host rolling a cigarette. -You smoke?- -I'm trying to quit, but every now and then I feel like I need to. Do you mind?- -No, just go to the window.- He went in search of a rubbish bag, casting glances at Lucky who, cigarette between his lips, approached the aforementioned window. The cool night breeze brought along the noises of a city that was not yet ready for sleep, with rock music blaring in the distance and a few car horns.

-Look at this mess...- Joe muttered, picking up the rubbish. He heard the click of a lighter, and turned back to Luke. He couldn't help but stare at the scene in front of him: illuminated by the light of the room behind him, the other man looked thoughtful, and holding his cigarette between two fingers, he took a deep puff, closed his eyes, and then slowly exhaled the smoke in a small grey cloud that dissipated into the air. Dalton was surprised at how that simple gesture was able to enchant him with that magnetism of which he had already been a victim. -What attracts your gaze so much, Joe?- Lucky's sentence managed to shake the detective from his numbness: -Nothing. Don't throw ashes on the windowsill.- -I'll be careful.-

Closing the sack and dragging it close to the door, Joe stretched his arms in the air: -I hope my brothers weren't too...- -Nosey and awkward? Not at all.- -You use my words now? You're such a copycat!- He sat down on the couch, changing the topic: -But let's get serious: you know Ivor well; can you tell me his level of resistance?-

-Do you really want to talk about that? Now? Shouldn't we relax?- His tone, more than annoyed, sounded surprised. -I, for my part, am already quite relaxed. So? What about it?-

Throwing his half-smoked cigarette into the street, Luke approached Joe: -He's tough, he won't give in that easily. Beating him is completely useless, it will require psychological torture.- -That's my speciality.-

Lucky sat down next to the other on the sofa: -While we're on the subject, I haven't thanked you yet. He was beating up me.- -You don't have to, really.- -I'm usually good in hand-to-hand combat, but that guy is... a gorilla! Seriously, thanks, Joe.- Dalton tried not to blush: -Sure... We're just getting started, wait to thank me.-

The other three Daltons were spying on them from their respective bedrooms, refraining from making the slightest sound. Seeing their big brother in embarrassment was not an everyday occurrence!

-Hey, enough work talk, though. At least until tomorrow.- -Small newsflash: tomorrow I'll be on duty until one o'clock. I'll catch up with you as soon as I can, Lucky.- -You called me Lucky. Again.- -And?- -It sounds a little strange when you say it.- -In a good way, I hope.- -Yes. I like it.- Joe swallowed and looked away. Damn that smiling face! That particular face!

The twins restrained themselves from laughing.

-I've noticed something, you know?- Joe continued, to change the subject, -The way you behave is not always the same. I mean, I can't quite figure out your real personality.- -It's a little FBI agent flaw. Adapting to every situation was a must, and each time I was forced into a role. This involved stepping into it and making it believable to the limits of a split personality.- He turned to Dalton with that look that made him look clumsy, who had lost nothing despite the black eye: -I wonder if that makes me look like a liar, or a person who cannot be trusted.- -Nah, I think having such a rich personality makes you interesting!-

Joe wanted to punch himself.

He had called him interesting, and the smug look on his host's face could only mean that it was exactly the answer he expected. He was pulled out of his embarrassment by a mobile phone that buzzed a couple of times. It was Lucky's.

-It's Cheyenne. I really have to go.- -Hopefully she won't freak out seeing you like this.- -I'm more worried that she might kick me more!- he joked, getting up and heading for the door: -I know the way. Get a good night's sleep, Joe; I'll meet you straight at the Moulin Rouge, alright?- -Agree.- -You want me to... Take away...?- He pointed to the rubbish bag. -Don't bother, they're doing the recycling tomorrow afternoon.- -Okay. So, good night.- As soon as he had closed the door behind him, Joe let himself slide onto the pillow with his legs forward and let out a deep, silent sigh: he had been saved by a whisker. But from what, in fact? It wasn't like he had said anything strange, just what he thought. Automatically he got up to go to the window, and saw Lucky get into his car and drive away.

Averell, on tiptoe, joined the twins in their room, softly closed the door behind him and murmured: -Who would have thought it...- -Our brother, who has never had any luck with women or men...- William began, only to be followed by Jack: -... takes a crush on what used to be an outlaw to us!-

Joe, meanwhile, had gone back to the small chores before bed: checking the gas, turning off the water to avoid waste... Only then did he notice that Lucky Luke had left the bag of frozen peas in the kitchen sink. -Tomorrow night for dinner...- mumbled Dalton, thinking it a shame to waste them.

Lucky did not go home immediately. He went back to the Moulin Rouge first, to make sure their prisoner was still there nice and quiet. For safekeeping they had even tied him up with a chain. And they had done well: Ivor was awake, and quite restless. "Damn, I gave him a dose of sedative that would have knocked out a horse!" But the surprise wasn't so great; after all, he himself had told Joe about the bodyguard's physical endurance. All he had left to do was to prepare a slightly more powerful dose.

First, however, he decided to have a word with the prisoner, who greeted him angrily: -Damn traitor!- -Did you sleep well, Ivor?- -Just let me lay my hands on you!- -I've had enough of tonight's "caresses". You know why I confined you here, don't you?- -At the theatre you were clear. You can forget about my collaboration.- -I was hoping you'd say that, because I have a friend who's very anxious to get those codes out of you with pincers.- -The dwarf? No way, that little prick doesn't scare me.- -Joe Dalton's an excellent detective. Don't let appearances fool you.- -Even if I give you the security codes, you'll never be able to save your brother. Dorian will find out, and he'll kill you before you can get to his hideout!- -So I was right. You know where he is.- -Go to hell. Why don't you just kill the guy and be done with it?-

Lucky approached him, his gaze icy: -For a year I was labelled as a thief, working for the Masons. But I will never be a vulgar murderer.- -What fine morals! They will be the very ones to send you to the other world! And with you your dear brother and your little friend!!- Luke stabbed the syringe he had prepared into his neck with force and precision. Ivor grunted from the sudden pain; before he lost consciousness Lucky confronted him: -I won't let a hair on their head be harmed by Dorian Mason, and you can bet I'll send your boss to rot in jail for the rest of his days!- The man lost consciousness in no time. Making sure he was still well tied up, Lucky Luke took a pair of stage clothes from a wardrobe. While he was at it, he would get ready for the next performance. It was fortunate that no one ever entered that room except him, so everything remained in order and after the thefts he could hide there without any problems. Now that they even had a guest, he would take the keys from the caretaker. -We still have seventeen days before Mason's meeting with his clients...- murmured the ex-agent, taking a fake axe in his hands and looking at it: -It will be fun to find a way to make you talk.-

[hungbucks0]

Championship Match - Carmelo Hayes

pairing: carmelo hayes x reader

summary: visiting your north american champion before his big match, not without meeting his right hand man first!

warning: curse words? implied smut (barely), fluff!

word count: 1351

“You’re going to make it for my match right?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.” You grin, holding your phone closer to your ear, “I’m heading out in a couple of minutes.” 

“Good. You know, you’re quite a topic over here. Everyone is really excited to meet you.” He sat on the bench in his locker room, messing with the end of his shirt, “I’m afraid they’re going to steal you from me.” He confessed. Your laughter rang through his ear, making him roll his eyes, “It’s nice to see you find this amusing.” 

“I just think it’s cute that you care.” 

He scoffed, “Just hurry and get here. You’re going to throw me off my game.” Hayes bit the inside of his lip, keeping his smirk at bay. 

“Yes, sir.” You slyly commented. 

Carmelo stopped fidgeting with his hands, feeling his mouth going dry. He slowly drug his hand across his face, with a groan “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe.” 

”You’re fucking evil, you know that? I’d have you begging for my-” 

A knock interrupted his sentence, as Trick Williams popped his head in. “Hey man, are you busy? I need help with something.” He held his phone in the air, quickly covering his mouth when he saw Hayes on the phone. 

“OH. My bad, I’ll just…” A smirk replaced his concerned look, as he crossed his arms, “Are you on the phone with our girl?” 

“You mean MY girl, then yeah…she says hello.” Carmelo added, before Trick swiftly pulled the phone out from his ear. 

“Hey baby girl, I can’t wait to see you tonight.” Williams flirted, causing Melo to punch him in the gut.

“Get the hell out of here fool,” He kicked him in the side. Trick struggled to laugh at his antics. “Y/N, he’s abusing me…help!”

You stared at your phone with a confused look, making sure you were still connected, “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” Melo replied, “I’m going to get going, before someone else bursts in here.” He said, voice getting low, “Text me when you get here, I’ll come out and find you.” 

You shook your head, thanking the man above he couldn’t see you right now, “I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. See you in a bit,” You both stayed on the phone though , “Are you going to hang up?” He broke the silence. Your eyes widened, “I thought you were excited to get ready for the championship match. YOU should hang up.” 

“Another championship match? I do that nearly everyday. Spending time with you,” He grinned, “That’s rare.” 

 “Oh, you’re smooth.” She commented, making him laugh, “I’m serious…you need to move to Florida.” 

“We’ll talk about it tonight. Okay?” You bit your lip hard, as she thought of actually moving to Florida… for him. “I’m going to hang up now. I’m an hour away now.” 

He curled his brow, looking at his phone. “I guess we have been on the phone longer than I thought.” He huffed out a laugh, “I’ll see you soon babe.”

“Can't wait.”

—

“Man! Chill out!” Trick screamed at his partner. 

“Don’t you tell me to chill out,” he mimicked, “I forgot my shades back at the apartment. They complete my whole look. I AM THE FULL PACKAGE.” He threw his hands in frustration.

“Look man, we can run to the mall across the street, and get you a new pair. You’re making a scene.” 

“Hola. mi amigo.” Santos Escobar crept up on them, “Vi a esta chica…” he moved out the way revealing his girl. 

“Santos��� you know who I am!” you roll your eyes.

“Sí, pero esto es gracioso.” He joked, making you groan. 

“OH BABE-'' Carmelo threw himself at you, making you stumble. He rubbed his hands up and down your back, “You’re here! You’re really here.” His movements stopped, as he slowly released you. “You’re here… and I don’t have my glasses!” He cried.

Your eyebrows lowered in confusion, as you looked over at Trick, who just waved in return.

“STOP FLIRTING WITH HER MAN,” He yelled, snapping out of his tantrum.

“All I did was wave!” Trick defended, “You haven’t even introduced us yet…” He made his way to you, sticking his hand out. “The name is Trick Williams. I’m Carmelo Hayes right hand man, and I hold him down whenever you’re not with him—“

“Pause.” Carmelo added, “That don’t sound right.”

“But it’s true!”

“IT STILL DON’T SOUND RIGHT MAN.” 

Trick rolled his eyes, “Fine. I’m just his right hand man. It’s an honor to meet you.”  You reached to grab his hand, uncertain. “Thank you for taking care of him… I know he can be a lot.”

“I’m standing right here.” Carmelo said, “The audacity.”

Trick laughed out loud, “Tell me about it! Before you got here he was about to piss his pants over some shades.” 

Your lips moved, before looking back at your boyfriend, “The red ones?” 

He nodded, you reached into your purse, pulling their case out. “I had a feeling these were not supposed to be left on the bathroom sink,” you held your hand out waiting for him to take it.

He looked down at the item, then back at you. Carmelo’s mouth fell agape.

“What's your ring size?”

You choked, shocked by the question. “Pardon?” 

He opened his case, sighing with relief when he saw his babies sitting there. “There is not even a scratch on them… you’re,” he handed you back the case, putting the glasses on, “Incredible.”

You were immediately crushed, his arms pulling you in. “I knew you were my good luck charm.” 

Trick looked between the two of you, a grin making its way onto his face, “Look at us! Finally, one big happy family!” He wrapped his arms around you, and Carmelo.

“If you don’t getcho crusty hands off me-“ Hayes threatened, making Trick scoff in return, “Acting like a bitch in front of your girl… that’s low.” 

“Get out!” Hayes yelled. He finally did, letting you two finally get the alone time. 

“He seems really sweet,” You started, “But you got to deal with him all day?”

“ALL DAMN DAY.” Carmelo added, “He never shuts up.” 

You laughed at that. He looked over at you, a smirk appearing, “You’re wearing my shirt.” 

You looked down, “Huh? I guess I am. It’s kinda sick.” You grinned back at him, he grabbed your hand planting a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “This is my first time wrestling in front of you.” 

You nodded. “I’m nervous.” He admitted. You rose a brow, and let out a shaky laugh, “You’ve wrestled in the same arena your whole career. I think you’ve surpassed this place.” 

“You’re only saying that, because you have a big match at the MGM Grand in a couple weeks.” 

You fully laughed at that. Since you worked for the rival, All Elite Wrestling and had a match against Thunder Rosa at Double or Nothing. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I’m a random crowd member. Don’t focus on me, this is your moment.” 

He relaxed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer, “You’re so wrong. I’m never not thinking about you in my matches, you inspire me… I’ve learned so much from you.” 

You ducked your head, never being comfortable with compliments from anyone. “Look at me.” He demanded.

“I’m going to wrestle like my life depends on it. I know how picky you are, and I want to impress you.” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“I am NOT picky.” 

His mouth widened, “You get mad when I walk too fast in my entrance to the ring.” 

“The camera needs to soak you in!” You defended, “You look way too good sometimes.” 

His smile broke through, as he took his glasses off and placed them on her. A feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach. “Don’t get me wrong… I love the way you look in anything, but the way you look right now…” He spun her around, “I just fell in love all over again.” 

[stressedemoblackbratz]

i love you

pairing: carmelo hayes x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, semi cheating (?), and fighting.

a/n: a carmelo fic was requested with no plot so i put down some angst. i was working on this and noticed i pulled pieces from different timelines. hopefully it’s not too confusing, but i just got to writing and we ended up here. i hope you enjoy!

words: 1,387 + not proofread

do you love me baby? i know you love me baby.

today was too much. Bron was running around flexing his titties, toxic attraction was just picking up a toxic odor in the halls, Dakota was shaking in a corner, Xyon and Electra had been eye fucking all night, Wendy was sleeping in the crowd, MSK were probably lost, high out of their minds, in Ohio right now, and Grayson kept fucking embarrassing you.

and don’t get me started on Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams flirting with toxic attraction every chance they got. you really didn’t care about Trick in all honesty, it was Carmelo.

you two had a segment in less than 5 minutes and he was all in Mandy’s face. was him being all close to her apart of the segment? yes, but no cameras were rolling, he was doing this on his own accord.

you saw the longing looks in the halls, the “sneaky” texts they sent each other, and more.

“y/n!” Cora called from behind you. quickly switching your sour expression to one more happy you turned to your friend. her arm was in a sling and her free hand held the hand of your other friend, Amari Miller.

“hey babes.” you said greeting the two. Amari was about to say something to you before a particularly loud cackle erupted from the mouth of Gigi Dolan behind you. Jacy Jayne following after.

“So you got a girlfriend?” you heard Gigi ask.

a chuckle followed. “no ma’am, I’m single.” you heard Trick announce. “melo is too.”

“really?” you heard Mandy ask him in a suggestive tone before giggling.

Carmelo didn’t even say he was seeing somebody, he liked someone, or he was talking to somebody.

so this was new. you knew the two of you weren’t officially dating, but you were something. he took you on dates, you confided in each other, knew others deepest secrets, you both had even slept with each other. he even told you nobody made him feel the way you do.

then again no label was established. all bets were off, if he was single you definitely were too.

he had always had his eyes on Mandy. that’s why he wouldn’t commit. you fell in love with him and he knew it.

and in all honesty? you felt played and dumb.

Amari and Cora looked at you with concern and confusion. they both knew you and Carmelo had spent plenty of time together being more than friends.

“It’s okay guys.” you said looking at the two, behind them you could see Bron and Grayson quickly approaching.

“y/n! melo! let’s start.” a cameraman said. he positioned his camera to get a shot of Mandy playing with Carmelo’s title that was slung on his shoulder. the other two playing with Trick’s shirt.

Amari, Cora, and you all backed up before walking back towards Carmelo and Trick, a camera now following you three.

“i-is that Toxic Attraction?” Wade Barrett asked at commentary as NXT went back on air.

Vic Joseph nodded his head. “yeah and they’re all over Trick Williams and Carmelo Hay-”

“well i mean anybody would love to be in their position. Toxic Attraction are an attractive group.” Wade cut in.

“yes sure, but oh- oh here comes y/n with Cora Jade and Amari Miller.” the crowd popping for the three of you.

“Oh no.” Wade mumbled.

“Cora has had some trouble with Toxic Attraction these last few weeks.” Vic reminded everyone at home.

“ohhh well look who it is.” Mandy said in an overly sweet voice. “Cora and her loser posse.” she smiled.

“don’t you see greatness talking?” Gigi sneered at you three. “we’re kinda busy.”

“doing what? flirting?” Cora fired back.

“what greatness?” you spoke up. “I see a rebranded Barbie, a raggedy Ann doll, and person who seems too nice for the two of you and then Carmelo and Trick.”

Carmelo perked up at that. you only ever called him melo so he knew something was up.

“you’re standing in front of champs!” Jacy exclaimed.

“there’s not a thing around Trick’s waist.” Amari pointed out.

Tricks face fell as he gasped in shock. he always had the dramatics.

“we-w-wel-well.” Trick stuttered.

“he’s getting there!” Carmelo said in his defense.

you laughed at that. “he’s getting there?” you asked.

“ye-” he started before you cut him off.

“what about us? i thought we were getting there, somewhere, but no you’re here letting this bitch paw at your chest.”

you could hear the crowd gasp and erupt at that.

“a lovers quarrel?” Vic asked.

“when did this happen?!” Wade questioned as Mandy walked up to you.

“listen y/n, things are changing around here. it couples are a thing and we’re at the top of the list. you’re a bottom of the barrel wannabe superstar. Carmelo,” she said looking up at him before sliding her hand down his chest. “you should be with someone like me.”

Gigi and Jacy instantly got defensive too, but Amari and Cora shut that down. this was between you and Mandy.

“she speaks for you now melo?” you laughed looking him in the eyes.

he could tell you were hurt and felt bad about the whole ordeal. the entire script was gone at this point, this evolved into something real. he needed to turn this around quick before he ended up in more deep shit with you.

“no y/n, but-“

“but what?” you quickly said over him.

silence followed.

he really didn’t know what. he got caught in his own silly games and now you were calling him out.

“so is this like a status thing for you now or what because when I take that title from her then what? you’d still be with her? or will you come crawling back to me?” you asked putting your weight onto one foot and crossing your arms.

silence followed again.

he royally fucked up.

“maybe I should be with a future champion then. you know for a status or whatever the hell Mandy’s convinced you is needed.” you told him. his heart becoming heavy with each word.

as soon as you said that Bron walked by with Grayson hot on his tail.

“Bron!” you called out to him. he looked good tonight. a black muscle shirt, tight jeans, and a chain across his neck.

Bron had a crush on you for months, but everyone you worked with knew you and Carmelo had a thing. he backed off for respect, but after Carmelo showed none to you? there was nothing left to respect.

he turned around and smiled at you before walking up and surveying the tense scene in front of him. “ahh what’s up y/n?”

“do you want to go see the new scream movie?” horror movies were you and Carmelo’s thing, but now? you could careless.

“I thought you were going with Carmelo?” Bron asked you.

“nah he said he’s single.” you said directing your line of sight to Carmelo’s eyes. you could see him trying to keep it together.

“y/n.” he pleaded.

“he’s single so I am too.” you stated turning back to Bron. “7 would be great. now if you excuse us.” you said backing away from the scene.

“we have a match to get to. bye guys.”

and with that you walked off to go prepare for your match later tonight against Indi. not getting too far before hearing a shuffle behind you.

“ayo bro what the fuck?!” you heard Carmelo exclaim behind you. you turned around and saw Bron take a stumble before coming up and pushing Carmelo back.

“she’s single!” he responded before you saw and heard Carmelo hit Bron in the face.

“that’s my fucking girlfriend bro.” you felt yourself get pushed to the side as security and refs rushed to break up the fight between your ex situation and your date Friday.

this is definitely not what you expected.

“you guys this is very sudden and we don’t know much about what’s going on.” Wade announced.

“damn.” Cora mumbled as Grayson was slung while trying to break up the fight.

“i kinda feel bad.” you mumbled. backstage was getting destroyed, there was drama, you kinda roped Bron in, everything was changing quickly.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, he made his choice.” Amari reminded you.

and that he did.