#Hangman Page Fanfiction

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 「 HANGMAN ADAM PAGE MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — he thirsted for you desperately the need was insatiable

「 WARNINGS 」 — vampire!hangman, blood drinking, blood, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, biting, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

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he could not help but stare at your sleeping frame. how peaceful and serine you looked in your most vulnerable moments. unbeknownst that he’d been standing at the foot of your bed for little over an hour now. merely contemplating whether or not to drain you of your life force, of that crimson liquid that he’d been yearning for.

his thirst was undeniable. it left his throat dry and itchy. he craved that metallic sweetness, even just breaking the skin would be enough to quell such throughts. he eyes the way your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, how the subtle vein in your neck would pulse and throb with every beat of your heart.

it was a feeling that adam envied so. to feel the pulse of a beating heart in his chest, for his skin to feel the warmth of life. to be alive again. he was bestowed a curse the day he was turned, forever to roam the earth as a monsterous blood sucker. how he envied mortals like yourself, so careless, so free.

adam took the time to adore your features as you slept. he’d never seen you up this close before. normally having to admire you from the security from behind your window. you were the most beautiful creature to him, he’d never had a human enthral him as much as you. your figure curled up in the sheets, shielding your body and more importantly your neck from the chill of the winter air. shuddering every so often when a small gust of wind would flutter through the air vents

he sat down, his weight dipping your bed ever so slightly, causing you to stir in your slumber, but not awaken. only a small murmur leaving your lips. he began to crawl up the bed, weight shifting on his palms as his body hovered adjacent to yours. he could smell the crimson beneath your skin, practically taste the iron on his tongue. if he had less control he’d be salivating at the thought

his fingers peeled the blankets back, your neck exposed, craning back for him. the urge to bite was strong, it made his breath quiver with an insatiable need. he leaned in slowly, the scent growing stronger the closer he drew. adam bared his fangs, the sharp indents merely prodding at your skin yet he could not bring himself to break the flesh. at least not yet.

he held his movements for a moment. contemplating if it was morally justified to drain such an innocent creature such as yourself or to succumb to his need for bloodlust. adam caved to the former. instead planting a small kiss to the protruding neck vein, evident in your skin, lingering for a moment, feeling the pulse against his lips

a small mumble rumbled low in your chest. ass pressing up against his inner thigh unknowingly. he was enthralled with a new lust, one more primal that his thirst. he kissed your neck again, resting the waters as the same, sweet noise left your lips once more. the new found arousal was evident in adam, his cock throbbing in his jeans, pressing firm and hard against the fabric. a gulp rose thick in his throat. he shouldn’t…it wouldn’t be right. then again, neither would be draining your blood.

he hesitantly pealed the blankets back further. the more of the fabric he removed the barer your body became. despite the winter chill and the obvious goosebumps that littered your skin. beneath the blanket you laid completely naked. he admired your figure for a moment, how your ass slotted perfectly against the axis of his inner thigh, the swell of your breasts so perfectly round, your nipples stiffened against the soft breeze, it took all his night for him to not grope your breasts in that moment. adam could not let such a perfect body go to waste.

he reached down, slowly unzipping his jeans, shuffling them down until they sat mid thigh on him. he kept his movements slow and intentional as to not wake you. he laid beside you, spooning your substantially smaller frame against his. loving the way your body molded to the shape of his.

your body was so warm. how he missed the feeling, the comfort, the security of just being warm, alive with heat. it almost made adam jealous of your mortality. his cock throbbed hard against your ass, a feeling which made your stir back against him. he was losing it and fast. he could not hold in his need much longer. he slowly began grinding himself against your ass, small whimpers leaving your lips at the senation, your cunt growing increasingly wet, slick with your juices as he began to tease your sentitve folds with the tip of his cock

he did not hesitate entering you, feeling the way your tiny cunt stretched around his girth. a breath hitched in your throat for a moment, before slowly succumbing to the pleasure of his size

“shh, darlin’…it’s okay. go back to sleep for me” he hummed, voice low. his soft southern drawl providing instant comfort, softly lulling your back into slumber.

your body felt weightless under the weight of him. his thrusts were soft and slow, his lips feathered your neck, still in two minds abound sinking his fangs in. your hips began to reciprocate the movements of his thrusts, pleasured, desperate whines parting your lips, mouth hanging open with small, breathless pants

the sight of you like this, practically begging him, egging him on and over the edge of his patience as his fangs finally sunk into your skin. instant relief flooded him, the warm ruby liquid meeting his tastebuds in waves, he drank you in, so needy for your taste. your moans became shallow and weak, he had to remind himself not to drain you completely, he did not want to waste you.

his lips pried from your skin. your blood trickling down his chin in small red rivers, he savoured your taste, licking the spilled droplets that stained your skin. his thrusts became sloppy, his softening against yours as he spilled his seed deep inside your womb. he remained buried inside your for a moment, making sure none of his seed went to waste. slowly pulling out of you, watching his cum glisten against your soaked folds. he covered you up, planted another kiss to your cheek, a softer one to the bite mark on your neck, leaving through the window the same way he came, as if he’d never been there in the first place

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[swervestrickland]

Post-Elite Reunion

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Adam Cole, the Elite. Dark Order mention.

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Hangman needs a moment. Cole can't help himself.

Author's Note: Reunion highs are short-lived and the angst is fucking real.

It had been a night of epic highs. The pop of the crowd when Hangman returned, the swelling in his chest when he affirmed himself as a member of the Elite again for the first time in four years. The sweet moment when they went off the air and it was just him, his boys, and the crowd, for the first time in a long time.

He was happy, again. He felt whole. Complete.

It didn’t hit him until he’d taken a piss break - come back, realized Kenny knew about the Nod, forgave them - just how much he’d gone through in the past four years without them. How much pain and suffering and heartache he’d dealt with, not just in their absence, but in his own.

The high began to crash down around him, and he knew he needed a moment alone.

Nick and Matt were chattering happily to each other, backpacks and suitcases in tow, ready to find the nearest Wendy’s and fuck shit up, when Hangman held back. Kenny was a few paces ahead of him, and he stopped immediately when Hangman stopped walking. He gave him an inquisitive look, but he didn’t ask.

Softly, Hangman spoke. “I’ll…catch up with you guys in a few. I need a few minutes.”

“You sure?” Nick said. “We can wait up if you want.”

Matt watched him like a momma bear. Worried. Unsure. His hands held tightly to his backpack so he wouldn’t reach out to touch Hanger’s arm. He wondered silently to himself if Hangman was already regretting his decision to come back to them. Wondered what, in the span of an hour or so, he’d done to screw this up.

Hangman forced a small smile. “I’m good, really. Just. Need a second. Go on.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Kenny’s voice pulled Matt out of his silent panic, the gentle nudge at his arm careening his legs forward to walk away.

They hopped in the rental, Brandon meeting them with a happy grin. “Right, let’s go fuck up a Wendy’s!”

Matt looked out the window, watching Hangman’s shoulders sag deeply as he walked back inside the arena.

Hangman found a dark corner and sat there, head between his legs. He tried to breathe, in through his nose, out through his mouth, but it was getting more and more difficult with the tears threatening to flow from his eyes. (Er, his one good eye.)

He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even realize that someone had appeared in the dark and sat down next to him, until he felt the heat of the stranger’s warmth next to his body.

Adam Cole was the warmest person he knew.

Which was. A genuine surprise, given how he’s died before.

“So…back in the Elite, huh?” he asked, and somehow, it made Hangman shiver. It was baffling to him how warm Cole could be, and yet every word out of his mouth always felt like a numbingly cold dagger to his heart. Maybe the only symptom of Cole’s death was that his words could kill.

“Yeah,” Hangman choked out, wiping at his eye before pulling himself from between his own legs. “Yeah, sure am.”

Cole let a long pause play out between them. Hangman leaned his head back against the wall, looking as far up as he could.

“Are you happy?” Cole asked, when the silence had grown very deep and Hangman had almost gotten used to it.

The smile that spread across Hangman’s lips was real. It was real because it happened without him even knowing. Cole’s blue eyes watched it for any sign of weakness, and he couldn’t find any.

“I am happy,” Hangman whispered, pulling his legs a little closer and settling his head on them, so he could look at Cole and show him he meant it. Because he did, and he wanted someone to know. Cole was here, and he knew him better than most. “More than I’ve been in…a while.”

Cole looked away from his smile, finally. Ran his tongue across his lips and bit down on his lower lip. He ran a hand through his hair, and Hangman noticed him take a deep breath.

“That’s really too bad,” Cole started, and these were not the words Hangman was expecting at all. “Because you being happy…it came at a price, you know.”

A deep, heavy stone settled in the pit of Hangman’s stomach, and his mouth went dry. Confused, he searched for an explanation. “What - what does that even mean-?”

“You’re not a very good friend, are you?” Cole asked. Dagger. “You can’t ever be friends with more than one group of people at the same time, huh?” After dagger. “You always find a way to unburden yourself so that you only have to worry about a few people at a time.” After dagger.

Hangman couldn’t even breathe. Every nerve in his body had tensed.

“You always find a way to do the least amount of emotional work.”

Hangman swallowed.

“When are you going to learn?”

His nose flared at the words. Familiar to him. When are you going to learn, Hangman? When are you going to learn?

Cole scoffed. “You hurt the Dark Order, man. They're upset.”

That stung.

Cole continued. “Have you even texted them? Talked to them?”

Hangman couldn’t say anything. Because he hadn’t. Hadn’t said a word. But he was beginning to feel something else, as well. Because who was Adam Cole to tell Hangman what being a bad friend was?

“I guess the Elite is still the same. Selfish assholes who don’t give a shit who they hurt. And they’re gonna bring you down with them. Again.” Dagger through the heart.

“You know what? That’s enough,” Hangman started, “because who the hell are you to tell me what a good fucking friend is?” He gazed at Cole with his good eye, the wrath clear upon his face. If Cole was going to hurt him, he wasn’t going to be the only one.

Cole looked away, jaw set.

“You tried to kill Nick, keep Kenny out of the country, and for what? So you could be the de-facto leader?” Hangman rolled his eyes. “And when you couldn’t do it with us, you went somewhere else and did it with another group of people who would follow you to the ends of the earth because they couldn’t see how fucked up you really are.”

He couldn’t believe Hangman would say that. That’s not true, Cole wanted to say. They knew how fucked up I was. How fucked up you made me. They didn’t care. They loved me anyway.

Cole began to protest, but Hangman cut him off. “And then they followed you here, you tried to do the same thing with Matt and Nick, and when you realized they were never gonna trust you the way they trust me, you got rid of them.”

“At least I know what to do with people who won’t ever trust me,” Cole said, calmly as he could. His entire body was vibrating with anger, but he wouldn’t let Hangman see it. “At least I know who to drop. I know who’ll have my back no matter what, but you choose to surround yourself with snakes.” Cole got up, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

Hangman was looking down at the floor, irate.

Cole kicked at Hangman’s boot, forcing the cowboy to look at him. “If you think they trust you, you’re wrong.” He glared at him. “But that wasn’t what I came to say. You have some apologies to make.”

At this, the cowboy’s eye softened. His brow dipped low.

“You better make them, before it comes back to bite you in the ass.”

As Cole walked away, Hangman cleared his throat. It didn’t help, because his words came out like gravel. “Say hi to Roddy for me.” He’d meant it to hurt. Cole didn’t feel it.

“Apologize. Before they become your next problem.”

It was after midnight before Hangman walked through the doors of the nearest Wendy’s.

The boys popped when they saw him, and a grin broke out over his face.

“Hanger, we didn’t know what you wanted, so we kinda got you a little bit of everything.”

He sat down, dropped his backpack on the chair next to him.

Matt was the first to ask. “Everything good?”

“What?” Hangman said, before understanding the question. “Uh, yeah, I’m good, just. Got a little overwhelmed.” He pulled a fry from Matt’s pile. “Fuck, I miss carbs.”

He listened to the sound of the boys’ laughter, but all he could think about was the burning on his thigh. The phone in his pocket.

When he finished his first chicken sandwich, he pulled it out. Looked at his Dark Order group chat. All the gray bubbles that he’d missed. That he didn’t answer.

Goddamn it, Cole.

He typed out a reply.

I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you guys. I have a lot to say. Hopefully I see you soon.

He thought about it. But it was stupid.

Hangman deleted the text.

He looked up to find Matt watching him with his deep brown eyes.

Unfortunately, now, Matt’s eyes reminded him of someone else’s, too.

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[debbiechanclub]

Best Two Out of Three (Rewrite!), Part 1

There’s dissension in The Elite, and Alex and Callie both just want Adam to be happy. But they both need to sort out their own happiness, too.

Pairings: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler & Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (lol if you read the original you know it gets more complicated than this but, ya know) Part: 1/? Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Language, alcohol use, angst

Masterlist.

A/N: It’s here! With @hotyeehawman‘s blessing as co-writer of the original, I’ve decide to go ahead with my efforts to rewrite Best Two Out of Three (a.k.a. BTOOT) and make it even better than before. I know a lot of people loved the original fic (and I love you for it), and it’s pretty much the entire reason I’m involved in this little community and have made so many friends. But I hope you’ll like the rewrite just as much, if not more so. And if this is the first time you’re reading, welcome! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Tag squad: @statdaddy @hdbngsprnva @knifepervert @rusevday @champhangman @missbrownstone @kawaiikels @meteora-fc @bec0m @betsy-bradock @linziland13 @librathepheonix13 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09 @gabbynorth98 @brokenglassslippers @adriii-omega @sugar-melts-mo-fo​

Wednesday, July 1, 2020 AEW Fyter Fest, Night 1 Daily’s Place – Jacksonville, Florida

“Are you ready for this?”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Trent from across the locker room. “Am I ready? Are y’all ready? You’re the ones fighting for the tag titles.”

“Yeah, but we’re going up against your old boys, and we’re your new boys, so, you know,” he bit off a strip of athletic tape as he finished wrapping his wrists. “It might be emotionally stressful for you to be out there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she returned; but the amused half-grin on her lips belied the nervous butterflies teeming in her stomach. This was emotionally stressful. It had been a long time coming for Best Friends to finally get a shot at the AEW World Tag Team Championship, but as much as Alex wanted this for them, she would have preferred they go up against anyone other than Adam Page and Kenny Omega. Not because she didn’t think Trent and Chuck could beat them—she did—but because Adam was one of her oldest friends in the business, and Kenny was… well, things were complicated between her and Kenny, to say the least.

“And Adam and Kenny were never my boys,” she added, trying to talk down her nerves. “Not in the way you guys are.”

“Knock, knock!” Someone suddenly knocked on the door and called cheerfully into the room. Trent’s mom, Sue. “Is everyone decent?”

“Yeah, come in,” Trent answered. Sue barely waited until the words were out of his mouth before she pushed open the door. She smiled widely at them all.

“Are you guys ready? I was told it’s time to head to the van.”

“I’m good,” Chuck said. “Alex?”

She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Trent grabbed his jacket, and they exited the locker room and made their way toward where Sue’s white minivan sat just outside the amphitheater. It had been Tony’s idea to have Sue drive them into the match, and Alex was somewhat relieved that she was. It meant she wouldn’t have to worry about running into either Adam or Kenny backstage right beforehand.

“Are we all piling in the back, or?” Alex asked as they arrived at the van.

“No; I figured you’d ride shotgun,” Trent said, and he opened the passenger side door for her. She smiled at him and got inside.

“Okay, Alex,” Sue said to her as she climbed behind the wheel. “Make sure no one hurts my Greggy.”

“What about me?” Chuck asked, wounded. But Trent talked over him.

“She’s doing commentary, mom.”

Alex grinned as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll run down with a steel chair if I need to.”

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“Are you sure you don’t want me at ringside?”

Callie looked up in question at Adam as he shrugged on his vest. He seemed irritated as he answered. “Yes, Cal. Alex isn’t gonna do anything; she’s on commentary. And she wouldn’t do anything even if she wasn’t. I don’t know why you think she will.”

Callie glanced down in annoyance at her nails. “I just don’t trust her,” she muttered.

“Yeah, we know,” Kenny commented.

Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait for this match to be over and done with. At first, Best Friends had just been yet another team for Adam and Kenny to defeat in their reign as AEW World Tag Team Champions. But, at some point over the last three weeks, the story of the match had suddenly shifted from the titles themselves to Adam’s rocky relationship with Kenny—and whether Alex Hawthorne thought they truly gelled as a team. She knew Adam, everyone said; they were old friends, they’d come up in the business together, and if anyone would have insight into Adam’s true feelings on teaming with Kenny, it was her. It irked Callie. She was Adam’s girlfriend, but no one seemed to give two shits about her opinion on the matter.

And she knew exactly why: because she hadn’t fucked Kenny Omega.

“Whose idea was it for her to be on commentary, anyway?” she asked.

“Tony’s, I think,” Adam responded. Callie didn’t say anything in return. At least, not with her words. He noticed. “Look, I know you’ve been feeling overlooked lately, and I know this situation with Alex isn’t helping. But you knew it was gonna happen as soon as Best Friends got the title shot.”

Her brow lowered. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“We should go,” Kenny abruptly interjected and stood from his seat. Callie cut her eyes at him. She had half a mind to ask if he’d had anything to do with Alex getting so much undue attention lately.    

“Just focus on your Dark match, okay?” Adam suggested, and he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. She barely returned it.

“I’m gonna go find Matt and Nick,” she breathed, and she got up and pushed out of the locker room without so much as a backward glance.

* * * * * * * * * *

“There’s something to be said about trust with partners, and there was a long time we weren’t sure about the trust between Hangman and Kenny Omega, but I think that’s all behind them now. And I know, Alex, I know you’re probably not pulling for Adam and Kenny here, but you have to agree that they’ve proven to be one of the strongest tag teams in AEW, if not the strongest, as the champions.”

Alex grinned across the commentary table at Tony Schiavone. They were barely ten minutes into the match, but that was double the amount of time she’d expected to pass before someone pried her on her thoughts on Adam and Kenny. “Well, there’s no probably about it, Tony—I’m not pulling for Adam and Kenny at all. I want Best Friends to win, so jot that down.”

“Noted,” he returned.

“But yeah, of course they’ve proven to be one of the strongest teams in AEW,” she admitted. “They wouldn’t have held the championship for what—it’s been over a hundred fifty days or something, hasn’t it?”

“Almost two hundred, I think,” Excalibur supplied.

“Right, so they wouldn’t have held the titles for almost two hundred days if they weren’t a strong team. But they’re not Best Friends.”

“Pun intended?” Tony remarked—but Alex didn’t get the chance to respond.

“What the hell’s this, then?” JR interjected, and they all looked to their right. Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler had appeared on stage carrying a cooler between them and folded beach chairs over their shoulders. Alex shifted in her seat.

“Who invited them?” she asked.

“Well, no one,” Excalibur said. “But apparently they’re interested in this match.”

They stopped right beside Alex and started setting up shop. “How you doin’?” JR asked. “Good to see you guys.”

“You want a beer? Something to drink?” Cash asked. He looked at Alex. She ignored him and focused back on the match.

“Well, we’re working right now,” Tony said. Cash held up his hands as if to say okay. But when he sat down, he leaned forward and looked at Alex again.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he said, offering her a bottle. She looked down her nose at it.

“Is that Bud?” she scoffed. “Come back with Yuengling and maybe we’ll talk.”

A corner of Cash’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and before he sat back, he sent her a wink that made Alex’s cheeks unexpectedly burn.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had been on the edge of her seat far more than she’d expected to be for this match. She held her breath as Chuck Taylor hit Kenny with a nasty looking spike piledriver and went for the pin—but Adam scrambled back into the ring and broke it up at the last second. She breathed out and rubbed clammy palms on her jeans.

“That was too close,” Nick lowly said. Callie glanced furtively at Matt, but he remained quiet, his attention zeroed-in on the television in front of them.

Meanwhile, JR abruptly pivoted on commentary. “FTR in a big tag team match next week, an eight-man tag, they’ll be teaming with the Young Bucks. I can’t wait to see how that evolves; that’s an interesting neighborhood to live in.”

“Just don’t leave your back exposed, that’s all I have to say,” Alex remarked, presumably to FTR. It made Callie roll her eyes.

“I’m still waiting to have a match with her. She could use a good kick upside the head.”

“Take it up with Kenny,” Nick returned with a laugh.

“She’ll be waiting another year, then,” Matt commented. A smile tugged at the corner of Callie’s lips. Lately, it had seemed like he was the only one on her side.

They fell back into silence as the match went on. The back-and-forth pace continued, with neither team truly gaining the upper hand until Chuck pulled Kenny out of the ring, climbed to the top turnbuckle, and jumped off to help Trent fold up Adam in a Strong Zero. Aubrey started the count.

One.

Two—

Kenny dove through the ropes with a millisecond left to break up the pin. Callie’s heart was in her throat. Thank God they hadn’t lost like that.

“Wow,” Alex breathed on commentary. “That was pure ring awareness on Kenny’s part that saved the match there.”

“Absolutely,” Excalibur enthusiastically agreed. “Hangman didn’t kick out of that; it was only through Kenny’s intervention that the champions retained!”

Callie bristled. She wouldn’t mind kicking Excalibur upside the head, either.

Kenny traded blows with Chuck until he caught him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He was going for the One-Winged Angel; but Chuck managed to reverse it into an Awful Waffle. Luckily, neither he nor Kenny were the legal men. Even so, Chuck clearly sensed a win within Best Friends’ reach—and while Kenny rolled out of the ring, he grabbed Trent and pulled him into a hug.  

“The Best Friends giving the people what they want!” Excalibur exclaimed. But, almost as soon as he did, Adam charged. Chuck pushed his partner out of the way only to be knocked backward through the ropes by a big boot to the face, leaving Adam alone in the ring with Trent. Trent didn’t have the wherewithal to fight back as Adam hit him with rolling elbow strike to the face, and then another—but then he got an unexpected second wind and reversed an attempted powerbomb into a pin. That time, however, Adam did kick out. Callie grinned to herself. That should shut up Excalibur.

Both men got to their feet at the same time; but Adam was just a tad quicker, and he grabbed Trent and hit him with a Deadeye. He hooked his leg.

One.

Two—

Trent kicked out.

“Come on!” Callie proclaimed.

“He’s got it,” Nick assured, and they watched as Adam pushed himself up and stepped out onto the ring apron. He gritted his teeth, and then he slingshot himself over the top rope back into the ring and laid Trent out with a hard Buckshot Lariat.

He dropped down into the cover and hooked both of Trent’s legs. Aubrey counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ding, ding, ding! The bell rang, and as Adam’s music started up, Callie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too nerve-wracking,” she breathed. “And they have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but Private Party shouldn’t be as hard to put away,” Nick figured. He looked at his brother. “I’m not looking forward to our match.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Matt agreed; but his brow furrowed. “And what the hell are they doing?”

Callie and Nick both looked back at the TV. Cash and Dax had left their seats and stepped into the ring, two beers in each their hands. Cash offered one to Adam. To Callie’s surprise, he took it.

“Do they not know Kenny doesn’t drink?” Nick wondered aloud.

“Even if he did,” Matt returned, but he didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he stood from his seat. “I’m going out there.”

He took off, and Nick and Callie followed, walking fast. They made it out to the ring just in time to see Kenny pour out the beer Dax had given him—and neither Dax nor Cash looked happy.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Matt and Nick jumped in between Kenny and FTR. Meanwhile, Callie looked up at Adam in question.

“What’re you doing?”

But he didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he walked over to the guys and started yelling—at Kenny.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be an asshole about it!”

“I don’t drink!” Kenny returned.

“Oh—you don’t drink,” Adam echoed, fed up, almost mocking him. Callie put a hand on his arm.

“Adam! Seriously?”

“What? Are you really defending him?” he charged with a point at Kenny. Callie bit down on her jaw.

“Well, you have to defend the tag titles again with him tomorrow!”

Adam looked away in agitation and took a swig of beer. Callie looked over at the others. There was a notable divide in the ring: FTR and Adam on one side; Matt, Nick, and Kenny on the other. It made her stomach turn.

“He doesn’t drink,” Matt repeated. “Relax.”

“Are we good?” Nick asked.

“Oh, we’re good,” Dax said, pointing between himself and Cash. “I don’t know about y’all.”

He fixed dark eyes on Kenny. But Kenny was clearly over it all. “You guys figure it out; I’m leaving,” he said, and with that he ducked out of the ring and into the right entrance tunnel. And as she watched him go, Callie couldn’t help but notice Alex get up from the commentary table and disappear down the tunnel after him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, July 2, 2020 Jacksonville, Florida

“I need a drink,” Chuck announced as he, Alex, Trent, and Orange arrived on the terrace at TIAA Bank Field, just across the way from Daily’s Place. He wasn’t the only one. Taping the second night of Fyter Fest the day after working the first night live had taken its toll—and it didn’t help that Orange had lost in the main event against Chris Jericho. Best Friends had come up oh-for-two, and they could use a round of drinks (or two, or three) on Tony Khan’s dime to make up for it. That alone was their motivation for going to the company Fourth of July party following the taping—free booze.

Well, it was the only motivation for Chuck, Trent, and Orange. Alex had an additional reason; one that only she was privy to.

“Hey, there’s beer pong,” Trent noted with a nod toward where a group of people had gathered around two tables set up with red plastic cups. Nearby, a dry erase board sat on a chair with a list of names written on it. It looked like they were having a tournament.

“Wanna be my partner?” he asked Alex.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Let me just go get a drink.”

He nodded. “Cool. I’ll go enter us,” he said, and he walked off toward the tables. But before Alex could head to the bar, someone called her name.

“Alex!”

She whirled around. Adam beckoned from a few yards away. “Come here!” he called. He was with FTR and Callie. Notably, Kenny and the Young Bucks weren’t anywhere to be seen.

She made her way over to them. Cash and Dax smiled at her. Callie didn’t. “We were just talking about you,” Adam said.

Alex shot him a curious look. “You were?”

“He was just telling us about how you met in college,” Dax explained.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize y’all went that far back. I thought you met in ROH,” Cash added. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex noticed Callie take a drink of her bright pink cocktail in effort to hide a look of annoyance.

“No, we met in college,” she confirmed. “I sat next to him by chance the first day of the one class we had together.”

“And the rest is history,” Adam cut in. “Seriously—she didn’t even watch wrestling before we met, and now she’s here.”

He smiled wide, his face flushed. It was obvious he wasn’t on his first drink. Adam had never been one to turn down a good time, but he’d been drinking a lot more than usual lately, Alex noticed.

“You live in Orlando, right?”

She looked back at Cash. “Oh, yeah. I moved there after graduation in hopes of signing with NXT. That didn’t pan out, obviously… but there’s such a big wrestling community down there that I just stayed.”

Cash nodded. “Yeah, I’m still there, too. Dax moved back to North Carolina, though.”

“I missed home,” Dax said. “And having seasons.”

Adam nudged Callie with his elbow. “See, I’m not the only one.” He looked at Dax and Cash. “She’s been trying to talk me into moving down here.”

“Why?” Dax asked, but Alex tuned out of the conversation as Callie responded. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for Trent; but instead, she found Kenny as he arrived at the party with Matt and Nick. Their eyes met. He smirked. Alex felt suddenly parched.

“Well, I need a drink,” she interjected as soon as there was a break in the conversation.

“Alright,” Adam said.

“Cheers,” Cash added, and Alex sent him a tight smile and took off for the bar, her heart pounding.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie usually loved a party, but she wasn’t having any fun at this one. For one, Adam seemed perfectly content to ignore her in favor of Cash and Dax; and for two, Matt and Nick were pissy because they’d lost the eight-man tag match—and they clearly weren’t happy about Adam’s budding friendship with FTR, either. So, Callie had decided to just avoid all of them. She was sick and tired of constantly having to play mediator between her boyfriend and his teammates—and it had only gotten worse since Adam and Kenny had won the tag titles.

“So have you convinced Adam to move to Orlando yet?” Britt asked. Callie had joined her and Rebel out on the lounge chairs overlooking the field as they waited for the fireworks show to start.

“No,” she regretfully answered. “I swear he’d become a hermit if he could.”

“Wait; I thought you were planning on moving in with him in Virginia?” Rebel asked.

“I am,” Callie returned—maybe a bit too forced. Britt noticed.

“But?” she pressed. Callie sighed.

“But… as much as I love Adam, I really don’t know if I want to trade Southern California for middle-of-nowhere Virginia. That’s why I've been trying to talk him into Orlando. At least moving there wouldn’t be such a culture shock.”

Britt snorted. “Cash lives there. Maybe he can persuade him now that they seem to be best buds.”

Callie glanced over her shoulder to where Adam stood with FTR among a crowd of people watching Anna Jay and John Silver play beer pong against Alex and Trent. She waited, hoping that he’d look over and realize he’d been neglecting her all night. But he didn’t. She sighed and looked back out over the field.

“Well, I’m staying with him until next week’s Dynamite, so I guess I’ll see how I like it there,” she said.

“Hey, everyone!” Tony suddenly called out over the party. “It’s last call, so get your drinks before the fireworks start! Thanks for coming out and happy Fourth!”

A few cheers broke out as people echoed the sentiment. Callie looked down at the drink in her hand. It wasn’t yet empty, but she could use another.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” she said as she stood up.

“Okay, we’ll save your spot,” Rebel returned.

She made her way to the bar, stealing another glance at Adam as she went. That time, their eyes met. But Callie looked away again almost as soon as they did.

She ordered another Cosmopolitan, and as the bartender turned away to make her drink, she felt someone place a hand on the small of her back. She looked up and over her shoulder. Adam.

“Hey. Where you been?”

She scoffed and turned to face forward again. “With Britt and Rebel.” She could have said more, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to fight tonight. They’d been doing that too much lately.

The bartender returned with her drink, and Adam ordered a beer. Callie fidgeted and looked up at him. He nudged his head toward the field as the bartender set the beer in front of him.

“Come on, let’s go get a spot for the fireworks.”

He led her back out onto the terrace, over to a pair of lounge chairs somewhat separated from everyone else. Callie sat down on the edge of the seat, her back stiff.

“Did Cash and Dax not want to watch the fireworks?” she commented. Adam didn’t miss the edge in her tone.

“They’re good guys, Cal. I think you’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“That’s not,” she cut herself off with a huff. “Never mind.”

“What?” Adam asked. “You’ve been short with me all day.”

“Because I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter!” Callie proclaimed. “Things are obviously still not okay between you and Kenny and the Bucks, but you won’t talk to me about it! Instead, you’re going off and getting drunk with Cash and Dax!”

“Oh okay,” Adam breathed, a wry grin on his lips. He was withdrawing already. But they needed to have this conversation.

“No, listen to me. I want to be here for you, but you won’t let me, Adam.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, but Adam couldn’t meet her gaze. Five seconds of tense silence passed, and then five more. Callie was ready to just give up when he finally said, “I just don’t want to burden you with my bullshit.”

He looked back at her, and she saw that deep loneliness in his eyes again. It seemed to have become a permanent part of him as of late. It broke her heart.

“You wouldn’t be burdening me with it,” she softly returned. “I’m literally asking you to share with me so that you don’t have to carry it yourself. Don’t you get that?”

He turned his gaze downward again. “Yeah,” he said.

But Callie wasn’t sure if he’d only said it to appease her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Watch my drink—I have to go to the bathroom.”

Alex set here beer down next to Trent and took off for the restroom. After two successful rounds of beer pong, Anna Jay and John Silver had knocked them out of the tournament in the semifinal, and Alex had just the right amount of buzz going. The party had turned out to be pretty fun, after all— even if she was a bit distracted.  

And after she finished in the bathroom, she came face-to-face with the reason for her distraction in the hall. Kenny.

He flashed a crooked grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Did you follow me?”

“What?” he laughed. “No. Should I have?”

Alex leaned back against the wall, her hands behind her, the surface pleasantly cool against her skin. “No. I figured you’d find me eventually.”

He stepped closer. “Did you?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

He smiled at her, and Alex felt a rush of heat shoot through her core. She hated what Kenny did to her. But, at the moment, she didn’t care.

“Congrats on retaining the tag titles,” she said. “Again.”

“Thank you,” he returned. And then, “Should we celebrate? Again?”

Alex snorted. “Last night was not a celebration.”

He cocked his head at her. “No? So what was it, then?”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. There were a lot of adjectives she could use to describe last night. Unexpected. Thrilling. Satisfying. But she didn’t say any of those.

“A lapse in judgment,” she answered. But the coy grin on her lips said otherwise.

“Oh, really?” Kenny returned, clearly onto her bluff. “It didn’t sound like that when you were in my bed.”

“Well… just because it was a lapse in judgment doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.” She smirked up at him from underneath long lashes. The alcohol in her veins was leading her to speak more freely than she would have otherwise. Kenny moved closer.

“Well… maybe you should have another lapse in judgment tonight.”

He bent his head toward her, and she lifted her chin, the scent of his cologne filling her nose—but the distinctive clack-clack-clack of heels on linoleum suddenly put Alex on alert, and it was only growing closer. She gently pushed Kenny back and stepped away from him just as Rebel rounded the corner.

“Oh,” she hesitated when she saw them. “Sorry,” she added, and she continued past them into the bathroom. The interruption sobered Alex. A repeat performance would be a bad idea.

She looked back up at Kenny and offered a demure smile. “I’ll see you later,” she said, and she turned and made her way back to the party, trying to remind herself of the pain Kenny had caused her two months ago, and not the pleasure he’d given her last night.

#kenny omega fanfiction #adam page fanfiction #matt jackson fanfiction #cash wheeler fanfiction #the elite fanfiction #hangman page fanfiction #young bucks fanfiction #aew fanfiction

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

The Sensitivity of Horses, Part 2

A sequel to this story, which you'll probably want to read although I don't think it's strictly speaking necessary to make sense of this one. Eagle-eyed readers will note that this is not the other story I posted an excerpt from earlier. That one is still coming. I was just in a Hangman mood.

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC

Word count: 1,338

Content advisory: sexual content (non-explicit)

You try to stay out of sight, mostly. It’s not entirely possible, of course, there are plenty of people who know who you are, although, you can’t help but notice, a lot who don’t. The place is growing. He’s part of something exciting, exactly like he deserves. No one is rude to you. You’d thought that maybe they would be but the worst you get is that some of them look at you funny, like you’re an old part being inserted into a new car. You don’t fit. You’ll screw everything up. 

In private, they won’t be so cagey. They’ll laugh and whisper among themselves. What the hell is she even doing here? Didn’t he leave her? I knew she’d come back begging. Fair enough. You deserve their scorn. You deserve his. 

Your first glimpse of Adam hits you in the gut. You knew it would but it’s still enough that you have to steady yourself against the wall. He’s still so beautiful that you can’t believe he was ever yours, let alone that you screwed things up. Oh how you screwed things up. He was feeling broken and you took a hammer to him but here he is now looking like a golden god with that title and his friends. So much better off without you. It’s incredibly selfish what you’re doing, showing up here. 

It’s a while before he’s on his own, a while that you have to hide in the shadows because there’s no way you’re going to approach him when people who care about him are there. They’d throw you out on your head before you said more than a word to him, which is probably a good instinct. But eventually he’s left alone and in the open, grabbing himself a bottle of water from catering and that’s when you approach. 

“Was starting to think you were just going to spy on me from a distance all night,” he sighs without looking up at you. 

On top of everything, it hurts to know that you’ve been so clumsy and obvious. 

“I thought about it,” you answer truthfully. “I wasn’t sure if it was a great idea for us to talk. Or for me to be around you at all.”

He shrugs. “It probably isn’t.”

That’s when he looks up and, once again, you feel your knees turn to water. Those big, vulnerable eyes, blue like a field of cornflowers, flash at you and all you want is to wrap him up under your wings and protect him, except that what you need to protect him from is you. 

“I guess you’re here now,” he grumbles. “Might as well talk.”

He brushes past you and heads down the hall without another word and you trail after him. It would be better for both of you if you left. You shouldn’t walk with him into his dressing room. But you do. 

He keeps his back to you when you enter and your eyes drift longingly over the curve of his perfect ass, which is when he glances back. He gives you a hard look before he drops onto the little sofa. He hasn’t had a match tonight. He hasn’t even had to get into his gear. But he still gives the impression of being exhausted.  

“What’s up?”

“I… I brought the papers,” you stammer, reaching into your purse and taking out the hateful bundle. 

“You couldn’t have just had your lawyer send them over?”

“I could have, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes and takes a long swig from the water bottle. His tongue swipes his lips quickly when he puts it down and you feel an immediate stirring in your core. He notices that too. 

“Figured you’d be at home taking care of ol’ Kenny,” he smirks. 

That shot lands. You deserve it. 

“Do you seriously not know?”

He gives a mirthless half-laugh. 

“I heard things didn’t work out with you two.”

“He dumped me about a month after you did.”

“Wow. Didn’t realize it was that quick. He really was just using you.”

Again, this is no more than you deserve. 

“Yup. That’s exactly it. I couldn’t deal with what you were going through, so I had an affair with a guy who seemed like he might actually be interested in me, you found out, and as soon as Kenny realized he might actually have to be in a real relationship, he kicked me to the curb.”

Adam glances down but you still notice how his face twitches in anger. Is it at you? At Kenny? Is it possible that there’s still a part of him that hates to hear that you’ve been hurt? 

You open your mouth to speak but he leans forward and snatches the divorce papers out of your hand before you can. He glances through them and, predictably, lets out an exasperated sound before tossing them on the table next to him. 

“They don’t work if you don’t sign them,” he snorts. 

“I know.” You can hear the wave of tears rising in your voice and focus on not giving in. You don’t want him to think that you’re trying to manipulate him by crying. “I just thought…”

He glares right at you, every emotion flowing through him in full view. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I have a pen.”

You fumble through your bag until you find it and reach over to grab the papers, but he grabs hold of your arm before you can reach them. He holds you like that for a second before pressing his face against the inside of your arm, pulling you ever so slowly closer. The contrast of his soft lips and the coarse hairs of his beard sends every one of your nerves into overdrive. You feel yourself start to tip forward but he rescues you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. 

You can’t look at him, not yet, so you run your fingers lightly over his face and bury yourself in his neck. He squeezes your hips and lets his hands move just under the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his fingertips on your sensitive stomach sets you off and you kiss him, aggressively, with everything that you’ve been holding on to for the months you’ve been apart. The most terrifying thing is that he responds with just as much passion, even though he shouldn’t. 

The familiar, thrilling feeling of his hardening prick through his jeans has you grinding yourself against him, and he responds by pushing his hands further up, over your bra, teasing your nipples until you think they’re going to cut right through the fabric. 

“That what you came here for? You wanted a goodbye ride?”

“No,” you sob, giving into the need to cry, “I don’t want a goodbye anything.”

He leans back and wipes your face with his thumb. 

“So what do you want?”

You let your hand drop and run over the outline of his belt buckle for a few minutes before answering. 

“I want my husband to believe me when I say that I’m more than sorry, and that I would never do anything like what I did. Never again.”

He stares into you for a long moment before pulling you in to kiss you again. The taste of him is so comforting and at the same time so arousing that you just fall into it, losing yourself until he pulls back a little. 

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he whispers, caressing your neck and collar bone. 

He looks up at you again and nods a little. 

“I understand,” you murmur. 

With a deep breath, you start to push yourself away but his grip on you tightens. You lean down and press your lips to his again, running your palm roughly over the bulge in his pants and moaning softly into his kiss. 

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” he repeats, pulling away just slightly, “but I think I might want to try.

#aew imagine #aew fanfiction #hangman page fanfiction #hangman page imagine #wrestling fanfiction #wayward wrestle writing

[coleskingdom]

Walls

Adam Page x f reader

Genre Smut

For @madhatterbri

Why did I even agree to come on this stupid trip? I thought woefully, Kenny’s level of control of who I saw and where I went was driving me crazy. The fact that he didn’t trust me to make my own decisions, equally annoying was the fact that he put my hotel room next to his. Looking at the clock I knew I had just enough time to get down to the bar for a nightcap and see if anything interesting was going on.

Walking into the hotel bar, I recognized the back of the Cowboys head. I sat beside him, “Hey” I said he looked over at me his green eyes sad and annoyed. “ Hey aren’t you supposed to be in your room?” his voice a bored tone. “ I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d grab a drink. What about you?” I asked “ Apparently I’m doing the only thing I’m good at” looking at the glass of whiskey in front of him. He really was devastatingly handsome, his strong profile. “You really should go, one Omega is enough in my life honestly.” Taking a long drink. “I’m not my brother” I said ordering a whiskey neat. The half hearted chuckle, “ I can tell by your drink order, you’re not your brother, well not just by your drink order.” The wink he gave me made me smile. “I’m shit company these days” he said “ Honestly, any company these days is better than the isolation that I’ve been relegated to this trip.” the resentment in my tone shown through. “Well according to Kenny, I’m a drunk that only cares about whiskey and fucking women. Shit, maybe he’s right.” his eyes looking me up and down appraisingly. “ Is that so?” Finishing the last sip of my drink. “Your room or mine darlin?” as he finished his drink “Mine is next to my brothers room.” I said “ So your room ?” He threw cash on the bar . His hand on my lower back as he guided me to the elevator. In the elevator his light touch on my neck down my shoulders set my skin on fire. The elevator dinged as he reached for my hand leading me towards his room.

Once inside his hands went to my face kissing me, it was heartbreakingly tender, his mouth moved on mine, his hands gaining confidence as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands went to my waist pulling off my shirt, walking me backwards until my knees hit the bed. I reached for his shirt, lifting it over his head, my hands running over his chest. “Darlin, if you want to stop, now would be the time?” his voice low , “I want this, I want you.” I said looking into his green eyes.

He laid me on the bed, his body hovering over me his hands exploring my curves, humming appreciatively as he kissed down my body. He undid my bra, the man was in no hurry, as his hands played with my breast massaging and pinching eliciting moans out of me with his movements. “Come on darlin let me hear you, let me know how good it feels.” I ran my fingers through his hair holding him there, as my body craved more of him. His hand reached for the button of my jeans as he slid them off throwing them on the floor .

His palm drifted over my panties, to my core, “You’re already so wet for me. Darlin, we haven’t even begun to have any real fun yet.” he said removing the offending piece of fabric. His lips kissed my hip bones, “Darlin lift your hips for me, I want you as comfortable as possible.” Sliding a pillow around under my hips , he dropped to his knees, in front of me kissing the inside of my legs before positioning my legs over his shoulders. “Adam, you don’t have to?” I said as I raised up on my elbows “ Darlin, I want to, just lay back and let me take care of you.” Just before his mouth was on my pussy. “Adam” I moaned at the first swipe of his tongue over my aching center, he turned his attention to my aching clit , pulling it into his mouth sucking on it, my hands gripping the sheets as my eyes rolled back in my head. Appreciative noises came from him as he licked and sucked my body arching to meet his mouth. He stiffened his tongue inserting it and began fucking me with it. “Adam , oh fuck, oh my I’m close.” he kept working a way, a different feeling came over my body, my release flooded over and through me, a deep moan fell from my lips, as the sensation overwhelmed me. I looked down at him, wiping his mouth smiling up at me, I covered my face with my arm. “ How about another round?” He asked “I don’t know that I can?” I said “ Darlin, I know you’ve got at least two more in you.”

This time his mouth and fingers were working in tandem as, he worked my body over. The sounds my body made for him, left me feeling desperate and needy. “Come on Darlin let me hear you .” I reached for his hair as I anchored him to my body, as the moans fell from me his name falling from my lips as he worked me through the second orgasm.

“ Adam, let me take care of you” as thoughts slowly came back into my head. “Darlin all I want is to be buried deep inside you right now.” as he took off his jeans freeing his hard length. He offered me his hand to help me sit up. “ Darlin as much as I’d like to take this slow, I need you.” he kissed me , “ Get on your knees, and grab the headboard.”he said his voice husky and warm. He joined me on the bed, resting on his heels, “Darlin, you’re so beautiful” as I got into position, I looked back at him as he kissed me again. He entered me in one long thrust, as he swallowed the moan. My body feeling impossibly full , he began to move in long strokes, leaving the just the tip before slamming in back into me. The bed and the headboard were knocking on the wall. Moans fell from my lips as my headed was buried in the mattress. He pulled my hair bringing me back up my back arched as I didn’t recognize my own voice begging him to take me harder and deeper.he obliged as he brought his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him his fingers reaching for my clit, his mouth on my neck sucking and biting me. “Adam, I’m so close.” I whined,” I’ve got you just let go.” his words and a flick of his fingers sent me over the edge, my pussy contracted around him bringing him with me. As the moans and grunts fell from him,he called out my name before his release swept over him. He kissed up and down my back, praising me, my body was so relaxed as I felt him get off the bed. I heard him in the bathroom, he came back with a bottle of water and a warm wash cloth, as he was running it over my body there was a knock at the door.

Adam wrapped a sheet around him, and went to answer it, as I pulled the comforter up over my body, resting against the head board. He opened the door” Adam for fucks sake some of us are trying to sleep. You’ve been going at it all night. “ I heard my brothers irritated voice “ Well, you’re the one who said I was only good at drinking and fucking women, and now Atleast one omega can attest to it.” As he opened the door wider so that Kenny could see me in his bed. “ I’m going to kill you” he seethed, “ Adam come back to bed” I called as he shut the door. “ You couldn’t have told me your room also backed up to my brothers.” I asked “ Darlin what would’ve been the fun in that. “ he winked at me before climbing back into bed.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Requested by @moondust-imagines

Summary: AEW Wrestlers reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Main Masterlist Part 1

Wrestlers mentioned: 'Hangman' Adam Page, Christian Cage, Chuck Taylor and Swerve Strickland

"Hangman" Adam Page

Adam cried when you told him you were pregnant.

You were scared by his reaction, the only time you saw him cry was after the whole brawl out

The diffrance was this time they were happy tears

He coudn't wait to be a father, he promised he would do everything he could to protect you and your baby

Adam did EVERYTHING for you, he wound't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

It was adorable but also anoying at times, you were capable of walking 10 feet to grab a glass of water

Adam would run to the store in the middle of the night without a second thought for whatever you were craving

He was ment to be a father, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner

Christian Cage

I wrote a four part fic about Christian Cage that you can find HERE, in the second part the reader finds out she is pregnant. I decided to include the scene instead of making headcanons

I went out to pick up a few groceries and once I returned I found Y/n sitting on the floor of the master bathroom with tear-stained cheeks. I sat next to her and asked “What’s wrong?” nothing “If something happened the other day at work you can tell me you know” I waited, I knew she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. “You’re going to be mad at me” Her words were so quiet it was barely a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you honey?” What would I be mad at? “Don’t yell, I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened” Y/n had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “I won’t yell, I promise but I need to know what happened so I can help you,” I told her carefully Just then she got up and handed me four items from the sink before returning to her spot on the floor. She was now fully crying and turned her back to me. It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands. Four pregnancy tests, all different kinds but all were positive. “Are these real?” She turned to face me, mascara now ruined. “Are you mad at me?” I wasn’t mad but I was shocked, but I was also happy. “No sweetheart, I would never be mad at you. Especially over something like this” I gave her a hug to which she returned, burying her head in my chest as she continued to cry. I knew what this would mean, Y/n being pregnant would change everything. Although this was a shock I was so happy. We had never talked about having kids, Y/n was still in her prime and I was nearly 50. “What are we going to do?” I wanted Y/n to know that I would support her for whatever she decided. I mean she is making history with her current title reign and at the end of the day this is her body we are talking about. “This is your decision Y/n. I want you to know that I am happy about this but I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.” She looked at me with a sad smile. “Would I be crazy if I said I want to keep it? I still don’t understand how it happened in the first place but the more I think about it, I want to go on this journey with you Christian” I placed a kiss on her temple before saying “Don’t worry, I am going to be here with you for every second of it. We will do this together” 

Chuck Taylor

Looking down at the positive test in your hands you coudn't stop the happy tears that fell from your face

You coudn't wait to tell Chucky the news

When you told him you were pregant he was so happy

During your pregnancy he would constanly kiss your stomach and talk to your unborn child

Chuck Taylor is such a teddy bear, he would be the best dad

Once your baby was born the two of them instanly had a special bond, you swear your baby liked Chuck more than you

Chuck would build you the most perfect nussery and have the best friends come over to help baby proof the house

As much as he loved his friends he woudn't trust them alone with your baby

Swerve Strickland

When you told Swerve you were pregnant he was secretly terrfied

Not just because he would become a father but because of what he did to hangman

He would get nightmares of the cowboy breaking in and taking your baby, simiular to what he did to hangmans son

He was exited to be a dad but was scared of the responsibilities that came with being a father

He was scared that he would mess everything up, scared he would disipoint you

His thoughts kept him up at night and you assured him he would be a great dad

just like you predicted once your baby was born he was a great dad

Swerve promiced he would do anything and everything to keep the two of you safe

He would kill for you

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[madhatterbri]

Hangman shower scene 😌

Drip splash water drip splash splash drip water 💦

Splish Splash | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You decide to hit the showers after an AEW show. 18+.

Author's Note: Normally, I delete the ask so I can make it neater, but the sound effects made me laugh. Please don't rag on me for the last line. I didn't know how to finish it. Don't judge me. Lol.

Pure fiction.

"I'm covered in sweat. I'm going to take a quick shower," you announced innocently enough in the hotel suite. The arena hosting the AEW Dynamite/ Rampage was lacking in the air conditioning department. You stayed to support Adam, but it made you feel grimy. Adam hummed in response. He left his suitcase on the ground and sat on the bed to remove his shoes.

Removing the sweaty clothes felt like a dream come true for you. They were piled in a heap on the floor. You walked into the walk-in shower and turned the water on. The warm water felt heavenly against your back. Your fingers rubbed your neck.

Through the glass, you could see your cowboy's bare body. He opened the door and walked into the shower. He stood before you with a loofah in hand.

"Such a good girl. Stayed to support her man," he praised you much to your delight. The wet loofah rubbing against your right side. His lips met yours. He led you so your back was against the tile wall. You shivered at the cold tile and shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. It'll be worth it,"

He lathered the loofah in soap from the dispenser on the wall. The thin fabric met your neck. Small bubbles ran down your body. You sighed happily, allowing him to pamper you. The loofah rubbed down to your chest next. His lips met your neck. Soft bites and kisses distract you from the devilish man.

His left hand gripped your inner thigh. You spread your legs, expecting him to wash your thighs. He kissed your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The distraction worked because your eyes suddenly widened, feeling a vibration between your legs. You moaned against his lips, and he pulled away. A smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Your dazed mind started to process what took place. A buzzing sound filled the bathroom. There was a vibrator in the loofah. You gasped. "Adam?"

"It's okay, babe. Hold on to me if you need," he assured you. Adam dropped to his knees and lifted your leg over his shoulder. The vibrator hit the right spot making you see stars. His other hand grabbed your waist to keep you still. One of your hands found his shoulder to keep you still. Your other hand pulled his curly locks. He hissed in pain yet continued his torture on you.

Much to your dismay, he dropped the loofah to the floor after warning him that you were close. You whined and let go of him. He placed your leg back down. He kissed his way up your body before reaching your lips. Your lust-filled eyes stared into his.

"I need you," he whispered roughly against your lips. Adam helped you wrap your legs around his waist. You slid down on him painfully slow as he filled you up. One last grunt from him signaled you were seated on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head lolled to the side as your thrusts met each other.

He praised you making you blush. Adam kissed you with sloppy kisses. Each thrust felt better than the last. The pressure in your stomach coiled tightly. "Don't stop, Adam. I'm so close,"

A few more thrusts and you were done. The coil in your stomach snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled as your eyes fluttered. He gripped your hips and pulled you down roughly as his orgasm hit. Adam remained still except for the kisses on your neck and cheek. More praises from him made you feel on cloud 9. He helped you down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you trying to catch your breath.

He led you back to the warm water coming from the shower head. Your back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped around you. More of his soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulder. This main event was the best you ever experienced.

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[midwestmade29]

Cuffed 😏

This was a spicy request that I just couldn't turn down 😁 I hope I did it justice and turned it into something you will enjoy! This one is for you @madhatterbri 🖤

Disclaimers: Oral sex, unprotected sex, restrained with handcuffs, cursing, mention of injury. Read at your own discretion 🙃

Word count: 1,544

Divider by: Me 🙂

GIF is not mine

Side note: Yes, I know about the reports on Hangman's ankle. I'm not going to spoil anything for anyone in regards to it, but I'm aware that my story may or may not follow what's going on in the "real world." We just out here having fun 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

You try something new to help distract your cowboy from his thoughts…

Last night, Adam had a big 6-man tag match that was pretty eventful to say the least! Everything was going well until the end, when he rolled his ankle after Samoa Joe tried to do a muscle buster on him. While you watched the events unfold on the monitor backstage, your heart almost stopped when Adam slid out of the ring and onto the floor. He was wincing in pain and urging the cameraman not to show him in his current state. The look on his face when he walked off limping and needing the assistance of Doc Sampson was very concerning! After being examined in medical, it was determined that he had a mid-grade ankle sprain and was sent home with specific instructions from Doc to ice it and stay off it as much as possible for a few days.

The next day you and Adam flew home, his ankle still sore and swollen. You did your best to ensure that he was following the doctor’s orders, but he was starting to get restless. You were sitting next to him on the couch catching up on the tv shows you missed while you were gone, when you noticed his mind was somewhere else. You scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder, “Just a few more minutes with the ice, and then you need to keep it elevated. Can I get you anything?” Adam only sighed and shook his head “no,” prompting you to get to the bottom of his somber mood. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s on your mind?” “I’m just frustrated. This injury couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? The PPV isn’t that far away, and I can’t miss it,” he explained while running his fingers through his hair. “I just hope I’m good to go by then,” You were going to offer some words of comfort, but Adam stood up and started to walk away. “Where are you going?” your voice was laced with concern. “I know I’m supposed to sit, but I just can’t. I’m going to take a shower.”

You had high hopes that the hot water would offer Adam some relief from his thoughts, but when you walked into the bedroom you were sadly mistaken. He was leaning up against the headboard with his towel still wrapped around his waist, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “Hey, feel any better?” you whispered in his direction. Adam tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed, “Not really. I wish there was a way I could shut my brain off,” You were walking towards him, lost in your own thoughts about how you could cheer your cowboy up when something silver and shiny caught your eye on the dresser. A mischievous smile crept across your face as you picked up 2 metal objects and tossed them on the bed in Adam’s direction. “What’s this?” he asked while reaching towards the objects. “Handcuffs? What are these even from?” Instead of taking a seat next to him on the bed, you straddled his lap, causing his towel to shift underneath you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and spoke softly, “Well, they were a gift for a bachelorette party I went to last week, but I forgot to put them in the gift bag. I was going to return them, but now I have a better idea,” Your words made Adam’s eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips to part in curiosity. “I see. So, what’s your idea then?” You brought your lips next to his ear and spoke low and slow, “Let me handcuff you. I’ll take care of you and help you relax. No touching, no thinking. Only feeling,”

A quick conversation and some ground rules later, Adam surprised you when he agreed to let you handcuff him! He needed the distraction from his injury, and you wanted to provide exactly that for him. “Get comfy and raise your arms,” you instructed. With 2 clicks, Adam’s hands and wrists were securely bound to the bedframe. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he tugged on the handcuffs and they rattled against the metal frame, “Are you ready, baby? Just sit back and let me give you a show," With a peck on his lips, you backed up from him and he watched your every move. You pulled your shirt up your torso and over your head before tossing it on the floor, placing your hands under the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs. When your breasts sprung free from your bra, you could’ve sworn you heard Adam curse under his breath! Once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, you stood at the end of the bed causing Adam to forget momentarily that he was restrained until the clank and clang reminded him. “Be good for me and I’ll let you go. If not, I guess you won’t be laying a finger on me tonight...”

You positioned yourself in between Adam’s thighs, undoing the twist he had on his towel that was keeping it securely in place. His hard length was set free when you pulled the towel away, both of you were more than ready for you to dive in. He sucked in a sharp breath when your lips made contact with his tip, planting kisses all around it. You drug your tongue up the vein, making Adam squirm and strain against the handcuffs. You took every inch of him inside your mouth and began working your magic. His pants and soft moans filled the bedroom, encouraging you to continue exactly what you were doing! “Fuck, Y/N! That pretty little mouth of yours, taking me so well! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum down your throat!” You had no intention to stop or slow your pace, even when Adam warned you one last time. His body shuddered against you when he came, the handcuffs forcefully clashing against the headboard. He was a panting mess as he tried to catch his breath, making you smile as you wiped the corners of your mouth! “Are you going to release me?” Adam asked breathlessly. You maneuvered your way up the bed and straddled the cowboy once again, biting and kissing his neck while murmuring against it, “Release you? I don’t think so! At least, not right now baby. I’m not done having my way with you just yet,”

It didn’t take long for Adam to harden under you while you kissed him and spoke filth into his ears. You positioned your entrance on top of his length and began lowering yourself down on him. You groaned into the air with every inch you took inside of you. His cock stretched you in the best way, filling you completely when you rocked yourself against it. “Shit! You feel s-s-so good, Y/N! Yes, just like that baby,” Adam encouraged. Between the sound of your bodies connecting, the cursing and moans, and the sound of metal scraping against metal, there was no denying that the two of you were enjoying yourselves! The pressure deep inside you continued to build, just begging to be released with each rock of your hips. “I’m so close Adam! So, fucking close!” you cried out. He began thrusting himself inside of you, hitting new spots that drove you wild! You could tell that he was losing himself in pure ecstasy too when he begged you to set his hands free, “Undo the handcuffs, Y/N! Please, I…fuck! I need to touch you!” There wasn’t a lot of time to spare as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, so you gave the handcuffs your best try when you attempted to undo them! Unfortunately, the “easy release lever” wasn’t so easy to use after all! “Adam, I-I can’t get it! I can’t undo them!” you said in a pleasure filled panic. Your cowboy wasn’t about to let anything hold him back from touching you, so he pulled and tugged the handcuffs with incredible force, causing the little chain links to bend and break! “Oh my God!” you gasped when you saw one broken handcuff on each of his wrists. His hands were now gripping your hips tightly and the dangling metal lightly scraped against you as your orgasms ripped through each of you! You collapsed onto his chest from the intensity of it, and he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned and hummed against his bare chest as you welcomed each wave of pleasure that continued to crash over you.

Once you were steady, you removed yourself from him and rolled over onto your side of the bed and began to giggle at the mess you had made of Adam, “I cannot believe you broke the handcuffs!” you playfully scolded. “How are your wrists? Are they okay?” It took a few seconds for him to respond since he was still coming down from his high, but what he said only caused you to laugh more, “My wrists are fine, baby. Obviously, the handcuffs are not, and I can’t guarantee the headboard is either. But what I can guarantee is we will be purchasing new ones so I can use them on you next…”

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[peachyomega]

Love Me Not

Summary: STRICKPAGE

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Hangman Adam Page X Swerve Strickland

Warnings: Suckin and fuckin and holdin hands

Words: 2111

"I couldn't care less about you..." Adam spat, his vision still blurry. He was barely able to raise up on his elbows to look Swerve in the face. The chokehold he had just taken in the ring was still affecting him. He was recovering slower and slower these days. The things he put his body through to thwart Swerve were clearly taking a toll on him.

Swerve stared down at Adam in disgust. "I don't believe that at all, Hangman. I believe you're obsessed with me." Swerve leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from Adam's. "You are obsessed, and you're going to die trying to take me out. I just want to know why?"

"Because it can't be you..." Adam grumbled without really thinking. He shuffled backward to rest against the wall. His body hurt. His mind was a jumbled, exhausted mess. He didn't want to get into it with Swerve right now, but he wasn't about to just lie back and take the other man's attacks either.

Swerve closed the distance between them once more, refusing to let up. "Why not?" He demanded, angrily butting his head into Adam's. "Why are you so hellbent on keeping this from me? It's bordering on insanity, Hangman, and you're gonna to have to explain it to me."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling Swerve nudge angrily against his forehead until their noses touched. He could feel Swerve's body heat radiating off of him, could feel the sweat he had worked up in their match mixing with his own.

He and Swerve had shared in moments like this before, but only in the ring - never outside of it. The fiery anger and hatred they had for each other felt different in this cool, quiet, dimly lit hallway with no one around to witness it.

In his exhausted and weakened state, Adam felt himself starting to crack under Swerve's pressure. "It just can't be you, Swerve... It can't be you that I--"

He cut off abruptly and shoved Swerve backward and away from him. It was a weak movement and Swerve barely moved at all. Adam regarded Swerve angrily, as if daring him to ask one more question, promising there would be hell to pay if he did.

“...That you what?" Swerve asked, not moving a muscle, his voice now barely above a whisper as if somehow he knew he was treading on thin ice, and was trying desperately not to break it.

"Fuck you." Adam spat.

That was it.

Swerve was on him again in an instant, shoving him hard against the wall and throwing a punch to his jaw "Fuck me? Fuck me?" He roared while Adam struggled against him, too weak to put up much of a fight. "Clearly you fucking want to! I'm all you can think about, so how about I give you your chance, huh? It's just me and you here, Hangman, so go ahead! Take your shot at me. Come on!" Swerve grabbed Adam roughly by the jaw and glared down at him, his fury and frustration showing in his wide, angry eyes. Adam returned the stare before his eyes shifted involuntarily to Swerve's lips and back.

Swerve absolutely noticed. "You mother fucker..." He hissed before forcing Adam's head back and crushing his lips against his.

There was a brief moment where they both seemed to be taken by surprise, but Adam quickly found his wits and shoved Swerve away, hard. Swerve fell onto the flat of his back and began to laugh in a low, mocking tone. "Yeah okay, just keep shoving me away, Hangman. Shove me away only to chase me down. But I understand you now. You've finally made yourself clear."

"Shut the fuck up." Adam threatened. He realized he felt both anger and desire in equal measure as he watched Swerve's half naked body draped across the floor. His eyes lingered on Swerve's wide chest and toned stomach. He tore his gaze away before it could drift any lower.

Swerve watched Adam struggle and regarded him with a grin for a moment. "Why look away Hangman? Don't you like what you see?" Swerve stretched against the cool floor tiles, arching his back and flexing his shoulders.

Adam remained silent but God help him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Swerve. They traced over his body and even as he watched, Swerve got up to his hands and knees and began crawling across the floor to Adam. He grabbed the inside of one thigh and pushed Adam's legs apart roughly so he could move in to the space between them.

Adam suddenly felt helpless. He didn't have it in him anymore to resist Swerve. He was too tired and Swerve was too close, and this had all gone on for too long.

Adam felt as if his very life were teetering on the edge of a cliff that he could do nothing to keep from falling down now.

"You done fighting?" Swerve asked in a whisper, moving in to brush his lips right against Adam's ear. Adam sighed softly, feeling Swerve's breath tickle his neck. In the silent beat that followed Swerve waited for an answer, but Adam kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself to speak.

“Nah, you have to say it. Tell me that you're done." Swerve brought his tongue out to lick along the edge of Adam's ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and giving it a light nibble.

Adam groaned and brought his hands up to cup Swerve's face. He pushed him back just enough so that their lips were almost touching. He locked eyes with Swerve. He leaned in so that their lips might just brush, but Swerve resisted and pushed Adam back roughly. "Say it." He demanded, clearly losing patience.

"I...I'm done." Adam finally relented before crushing his lips to Swerve's in a rush. He found that simply saying those words was all it took and Swerve was kissing him back urgently. He felt the apprehensive tension that was there a moment before dissipate from Swerve's body and he seemed to melt against him. Swerve's hands found his shoulders and hooked around them, pulling Adam in closer. Their bare chests met, stiffened nipples grazing each other.

Adam snaked a hand down to squeeze Swerve's ass which caused the other man to moan against his lips. He had always wanted to do that. Adam realized that part of him felt alive and full of energy once more. Maybe his body had not been quite as tired as he imagined. Or perhaps it was the emotional burden he had been carrying all this time that had been taking the larger toll on him.

With renewed vigor he brought his hands to Swerve's chest and pushed him backward, but he followed this time and lay on his side, chest to chest and mouth to mouth with Swerve.

As their kissing deepened and their tongues met, Adam rolled his hips against Swerve's, his body aching to feel the other man's. Adam was rock hard inside of his tights, and with that small movement he discovered that Swerve, too, was feeling the effects of their activities. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other through the thin layers of their gear.

"Oh, Hangman..." Swerve muttered teasingly between kisses. "What am I going to do with you?" He brought a hand down between their bodies and palmed Adam's erection. He slid his fingers up and down over the smooth fabric covering it before taking hold of the waistband of Adam's tights and yanking them down, allowing Adam's cock to spring free. Swerve resumed his grasp of it, gasping softly in surprise at the slick, wet precum he felt coating Adam's flesh. "Fuck..." he murmured, before biting at Adam's lower lip.

He grasped Adam's cock tighter and began working his hand up and down his shaft, every so often bringing his fingers higher to glide across the sensitive head, each pass causing Adam to whimper lightly between panting breaths.

Adam too groped down between their bodies and found Swerve's tights. He peeled them down and away from Swerve's body, glancing down to take in the sight of him. Where Adam was endowed more in length, Swerve showed more girth and Adam wasted no time in taking his cock in hand. His skin felt hot and velvety smooth at the base, but slick wet with warm precum at the very tip. Adam took some of that wetness onto his fingers and raised it up to his mouth. He sucked Swerve's juices from his fingertips as Swerve watched him, mouth open in aroused surprise.

"There's plenty more where that came from if you want a better taste..." Swerve suggested in a low voice. Adam took his meaning and silently agreed. He began to move down Swerve's body, stopping here and there to lick and kiss his chest, his stomach, his hips. When he arrived between Swerve's thighs he wasted no time in tasting what was there, dragging his tongue up Swerve's full length before swirling it at the tip, licking up all of the moisture that had leaked from him.

Swerve moaned and brought his hands down to grasp Adam's head, urging him on. Adam's lips parted and he took Swerve entirely into his mouth in one fluid motion, pleasantly surprised to find that Swerve fit perfectly in his mouth without choking him too much. He found that his mouth had watered so much that saliva escaped from the edges of his lips and dripped down on to Swerve. It seemed he was naturally inclined toward Swerve's taste. He slid his tongue along the underside of Swerve's cock as he began to suck him and Swerve tried to bite down on a whimper in response.

Try as he might to stay still, Swerve found his hips moving back and forth on their own. He pumped in and out of Adam's mouth, fingers knotted in his hair. He heard Adam moan around his cock and he looked down to see that he was stroking himself while Swerve fucked his face. The sight caused his cock to go even more rigid, and he felt himself careening toward a climax already. He slowed his thrusts in an attempt to make this last a little longer, but Adam picked up speed himself, taking Swerve deeper into his throat with each pull, smacking and slurping lewdly until it felt like he was trying to swallow Swerve's cock whole.

Swerve held on as long as he could but he felt his body tense up and his hips begin to buck forcefully as he felt himself losing control.

His moans got louder and louder until he reached his climax and cried out “Adam!” He came hard down the other man's throat, pulse after pulse shooting out of him and causing his entire body to spasm. At the same time, Adam whimpered around Swerve's cock as his own orgasm began to overtake him.

Swerve looked down to catch the sight of Adam's pink-tipped cock practically kicking out of his hand as he stroked himself to release, long ropes of cum splashing out of him and onto the tile beneath them.

After one last clearing swallow, Adam allowed himself to fall backward to the floor, releasing Swerve from between his lips. Swerve too could do nothing more than lie back against the tiles in a haze of pleasure.

The two men's breathing slowed after a time and Swerve found his hand almost involuntarily reaching out toward Adam's, whose grasp he met. He closed his fingers around the other man's as his pulse slowed and a serious wave of exhaustion overtook them both.

Thankfully no one happened across them in the 10 minutes or so they lay there asleep on the floor next to each other, hand in hand and still completely exposed.

Swerve was the first to rouse from their brief respite. He covered himself and got to his feet before nudging Adam under the ribs with the foot of his boot. "Up and at 'em, cowboy." he called down softly. "We can't crash here. We have planes to catch.”

Adam's eyes slid open slowly. He looked in no state to wake, but he had little choice. He laboriously got to his feet and met Swerve's eyes. They regarded each other in silence for a moment.

"It can be you..." Adam said, his eyes darting away from Swerve's. "If you want it to be."

Swerve smiled and shook his head, wrapping an arm around Adam's shoulders and guiding him toward the venue exit. "It always was." He replied.

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Summary: Swerve Strickland and Prince Nana break into you and Adam's house.

• Adam Page x Reader •

*Y/Ns POV*

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I am watching my husband Adam and his friends, The Young Bucks, defend their ROH World Six-Man Tag Team Championships. They are getting near the end of their match and I get up to grab some pajamas to change into. They win their match and I turn the tv down not paying attention thinking that was the end of it.........

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*Swerves POV*

"We're in the money, my friends. Welcome...to the Hangman Residence."

Prince Nana says walking into the house. He looks back at the door signaling for me to come inside.

"Come on in boss."

I walk inside looking around the house talking to the phone that Prince Nana is holding. I rip up one of their kids art pictures on the fridge than walk over climbing on the couch. I grab the kids book on the table.

"Time for a bedtime story."

Prince Nana says while laughing. We both hear a slight bang sound coming from one of the bedrooms in the back.

"What was that?"

Me and Prince start to walk down the hallway looking where the noise came from.

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*Y/Ns POV*

I bump my hip off the nightstand knocking over my perfume bottle and the TV remote onto the floor. It makes a slight bang sound. I sigh and pick them up off the ground.

"Let's hope that didn't wake the baby."

I put them back on the nightstand not hearing the bedroom door open. All of a sudden, I feel a hand grab my neck and make me sit on the bed. I look up seeing Swerve Strickland holding onto my neck and Prince Nana holding the phone up recording what is happening. Swerve tightens his grip a little and makes me start gasping really hard.

"You better not be to loud. You might wake your baby."

He lets go of my neck and I turn over to try and crawl away from them. Swerve grabs my leg and pulls me back. He pulls out some duct tape from his pocket, throws me onto my stomach and duct tapes my wrists together. He flips me over and sits me up duct taping my mouth together. I look up at him starting to tear up hearing Brayden, me and Adam's baby boy, making noises from his room. Swerve looks at Prince Nana than grabs the phone from his hand.

"I will be right back. You watch her."

Swerve walks out of the room and I look over at the TV seeing him live on AEW going to our child's room. I try and move closer to the TV.

"Woah. Don't go to far little lady."

I look back at him with tears in my eyes than back at the TV. Swerve is in Braydens room talking to him as I am crying more watching this go on. I try and stand up but Prince Nana pushes me back down on the bed.

"I said you ain't going anywhere."

I look at him than back at the TV. Swerve is putting one of his shirts in the crib with Brayden. I try and get up again but Prince pushes me back down again. I start trying to kick him away but Swerve comes into the room and sees what is going on. He grabs my legs and duct tapes my ankles together. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me close to his face. Prince Nana has the camera close to our faces.

"Your husband owes me. Owes me big time. He costed me a title opportunity. You let him know that he owes me. Got it?"

I gulp shaking my head yes. He smirks and pushes me onto the bed leaving my wrists, ankles and mouth taped up.

"Boss let's get out of here."

Prince grabs Swerve's arm and drags him out of the room. I move a little on the bed trying to get the duct tape off my wrists. I can't seem to get it off and start crying not being able to go see Brayden to make sure he is okay.

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**an hour later**

I am curled up in a ball still crying my eyes out when I hear the front door fling open.

"Brayden! Y/N!"

Brayden is in his room crying really loud. I moan in the bedroom not being able to say anything because of the duct tape on my mouth. I hear Adam run into Braydens room and get him calmed down. Adam than runs into our room finding me all duct taped on the bed.

"Oh my God babe!"

He grabs the scissors and starts cutting the duct tape off my ankles. He than cuts the duct tape off my wrists and looks at my face. He grabs a corner of the tape on my face.

"I'm sorry babe. I have to rip this off."

I shake my head and he proceeds to rip the tape off my mouth. I let out a little scream and grab my face. Adam puts his hands on my face and kisses my forehead.

"Baby I am so sorry! I didn't know he was going to do that! I am so sorry I wasn't here sooner! Are you okay?"

I look at him starting to cry again than stand up and walk to Brayden's room. I walk over, grab Brayden and hug him very tightly. Adam comes behind me and hugs us both very tightly.

"I am so sorry my loves. I really am sorry. I didn't know he was going to come here."

I sigh and look up at him.

"Honey. It's fine. We are both a little shaken up. But we will be okay. But just do me one favor."

He looks down at me confused. I smirk a little looking up at him.

"Kick his fucking ass for me and Brayden please."

Adam smiles down at me kissing my forehead.

"Anything for my loves. Anything."

He leans down and kisses Brayden's head than comes up and kisses me. I kiss him back smiling a little. I pull back and look at him putting Brayden back in his crib.

"If he didn't grab me by my throat and throw me on the bed, I would have definitely kicked his ass."

"Oh I know you would have baby."

He picks me up by my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He carries me back to our bedroom and sets me nicely on the bed.

"Okay let's get some sleep baby. We both had a tough day."

He kisses my forehead again and looks down at me.

"Could you do me a favor and make sure the doors are locked please?"

I look at him with a worried look on my face. He puts his hand on my face.

"Of course baby. But if he even tries to come in now, I will personally kick his ass."

He gets up and makes sure all the doors and everything are locked throughout the house. He comes back into the room and I am all snuggled up under the blankets. He smiles and slides into bed with me wrapping his arms around me. I start to fall asleep in his arms feeling very safe and relaxed........

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[daddyhausen]

Hello! Is it okay if I request The Young Bucks sister sneaking around with Hangman?

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{ summary } — hangman’s insecurities sometimes get the best of him, he’s tired of hiding your relationship from your brothers, he often wonders if he is worthy of your love in the first place.

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 1.7k

{ genre } — fluff

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he was tired, physically fine, yet mentally he was drained. the constant lack of affection when your brothers were around, the loss of touch, not so much as even a glance in his direction. it frightened him that the constant strain of such a relationship was tearing the two of you apart. the both of you were always so close, yet could not touch each other, merely fingertips away from an embrace. matt and nick, bless their hearts, took the stereotype of older brothers to new heights. if you were lucky enough to get a date, it had to be with your brothers’ permission and after rigorous interrogation, most of the time they would not bother with a second date due to matt and nick’s over-protectiveness. 

it was bad enough, having your brothers practically control your love life, and adam knew this, knowing full well the beating he’d receive if it were to come out that he, one of their best friends, was dating their sister. the hallways in the area provided seclusion for you both for a time being, catching up on lost kisses and absent touches, short-lived having to pry yourself apart even on suspicion that your brother’s were close by, effectively ruining the moment for the both of you. 

yourself and adam found yourselves in conversation with your brother’s in catering after their match, matt in conversation with your secret lover, the eldest on you three unaware that the cowboy had his hand gingerly resting upon the top of your thigh, desperately wanting to take hold of your hand that rested in your lap, despite wanting so bad to hold his, you quickly swatted his hand away. adam’s lips curled into a soft, barely noticeable scowl, a soft sigh leaving his lips. nick on the other hand, noticed your absent features, you’d rather fixated on the floor beneath your feet than engage in conversation with him, found himself glancing between the both of you, cocking his eyebrow in suspicion

“you alright? you seem a bit out of it?” the younger of your brothers’ question, staring holes through your soul. you perked up a bit at the sound of his question, blinking absentmindedly as adam cleared his throat, awkwardly. 

“nothing why?” you answered rather quickly, almost too quickly, panicked even. it still did not deter the suspicion from both your brother’s eyes.

“come to think of it…” matt chimed in, pointing his fork accusingly in your direction. “you've been like this for a couple of days”

your glance flicked between your two brothers, a chill ran up your spin, palms clammy, and mouth ran dry. you opened your mouth to speak, yet no words seemed to leave your throat, you left adam’s grip on your thigh tightening reassuringly. 

“she’s probably still exhausted from her match yesterday” adam spoke on your behalf, albeit rather convincingly. although he was correct in saying it, that match against britt surely took a toll on you, but it was not exactly the reason you’d been so out of it, if you catch my drift. matt simply shrugged his shoulders, excusing himself from the table without another word. a small sigh of relief left your lips, adam’s as well although not as noticeable.

your secret love, offered you a small glance in parting, noticing jon silver and evil uno across the room, a quick escape from the conversation, although feeling horrible leaving you alone with your brother who was too curious for his own good. whatever was left of your smile faded as soon as the cowboy left, hoping that it was not too obvious. 

there was an awkward silence that flooded the room, despite it being bustling with your fellow wrestlers and crew members, nick cocked his head to the side, suspicion still glazed over his features. your older brother’s gaze never left yours despite trying your best to avoid it. 

“so uh…” he began, the tension never this high between you and nick, adding matt to the equation as well despite his absence. you sucked in a breath, worried yet already knowing what his question would be. “what up with you and hangman?”

your body froze momentarily, eyeing your brother with somewhat of an accusatory scowl. almost in faux disgust at the sort of question he seemed to be asking. 

“what? there’s nothing between us” you spoke rather hesitantly, definitely unsure of the words that just left your lips. you loved your brothers but they’d kill adam if they found out. a smirked crossed nick’s lips at your seemingly flustered state, your brother could always see right through you, much more than matt could anyway. 

“w-we’re just friends, and b-besides don’t you think you would have found out by now if there were something between us! not that there is, hypothetically i mean-”

“you’re dating aren’t you?” he cut you off, if there were any sentences to make your blood run cold it would be that one. a small smile crept across your brother's features, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “i see the way you both look at each other, if that ain’t love i don’t know what is”

“please don’t tell matt!-”

“relax, your secret is safe with me” he interrupted once more, not intentionally of course. nick had known from the moment yourself and adam were introduced, there was a spark, it was instantantious, he noticed the cowboy’s eyes light up whenever you entered a room or were mentioned in conversation, that same light died out once you left. the way he’d cheer for you during a match or the way he’d check up on you afterwards, how worried he’d be if things were to go south. nick had a particular trait for knowing the thoughts that hid behind his sister’s eyes, a trait which the oldest jackson sibling lacked.

matt was always more protective, with him being the oldest and what not out of you three, he’d seen you hurt, seen you cry from mistakes of past lovers few and far inbetween, making sure that something of the sort never happens again, he wanted to keep his little sister safe. nick was the same albeit to a lesser degree, he just wanted to see you happy, even if that means he’s gotta loosen his grip on you just a little bit. 

“plus…” he began “hangman is a good guy, i know he won’t do anything to hurt you” 

you offered your brother a soft smile of thanks, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as you got up from your seat, bidding your brother farewell for now. a small exhale left your lips once you were out of the vicinity of him, pressing your back against the wall to collect your thoughts for a moment, a small smile fell across your lips, quickly making a beeline for adam’s locker room just down the hall. 

you knocked lightly against the door, the sound ringing through the silent hallway of the arena, his voice echoed through the door, a soft and sombre sound as you entered. noticing him sitting in the furthest corner of the room, back facing the entrance, fumbling with the tape around his wrists, he was quiet. far too quiet for your liking. 

“I thought you’d be in here…” you snuck up behind him, draping your arms softly around his shoulder, planting a sweet kiss to the crook of his neck, a sensation that was greatly appreciated by the blond. yet he still remained quiet, opting to gingerly take your hand in his, lips softly pressing against the back of your palm, smoothing the pad of his thumb against the skin. it was the subtlety of his actions, he was present but his mind was wandering through treacherous waters. “why the long face, cowboy?” 

the sweet utterance of his nickname caused a glimpse of a small smile to spread across his cheeks. it had been the same thoughts that had constantly been plaguing him for months. what if he was not worthy of your company, of your love? what if your brothers protective shield was too strong for your relationship to handle. he wanted to let the world know you were his, he wanted to show you off, hold your hand, kiss you in public. he let out a soft sigh, one of frustration with himself, prying your arms from around him, guiding you forward so that you were now seated on his lap, hands wrapped around your waist. 

“i’m tired, doll…” he confessed, resting his temple against your collar bone, savouring the feeling for the little time you were able to spend together, inhaling the sweet floral scent of your perfume, fingers toying with the cotton hem of your sundress. “i’m tired of hidin’ every time i wanna kiss you…i hate being so close, yet not being able to touch you”

he grew more breathy, more agitated with himself. he knew the circumstance was not fault of your own. his grip tightened around your waist, pulling you close in a desperate attempt to keep you near, for fear that your brothers would come take you away.

“i feel like i don’t deserve your love…”

“adam…” you muttered softly, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead, adam was never one to shy away from his emotions, yet you’d never seen him so vulnerable, never have you seen so much fear reside in those cornflower blues. “you deserve the world, my love. i could never ask for a more perfect boyfriend”

“and besides…” a small smile crept upon your lips leaving the cowboy in a state of confusion. “we don’t have to hide anymore, alright?”

“w-what do you mean?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side, allowing your fingers to play with his honeyed curls. 

“nick figured it out, i guess we weren’t so good at hiding it” you mentioned, cupping his cheeks lightly, the light scratch of his beard tickled your palm “nick is fine with it”

he exhaled softly, relief washing over him the moment those words escaped your lips, leaving up to pepper soft kisses to your lips. finally, after months of hiding it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

“what about matt?’” the cowboy questioned, eyebrows softly knitted together with worry. he was relieved in some form that one of your brothers had come to accept your relationship, it was the older jackson brother he still had hopes for. 

“he’ll come around eventually” your forehead rested against his, smiling against his lips leaning in for another kiss “he’s just gonna have to deal with it”

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{ a/n : sorry i've been so slow with posting recently, university has started up again so i only got a limited amount of time to write. the good news is i only have a couple more requests ! i might still keep my inbox closed for now just until i finish some fics i've been wanting to write for a while }

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[swervestrickland]

The Mermaid & The Cowboy

A kind of short, kind of long, sneak peek at something that’s been sitting in my WIPs since the end of 2019, and took more shape in 2020 when Moxley had the eyepatch, and I was very much into my Outlander and Black Sails phases and decided I wanted to see Hangman in a fluffy white shirt. (No, Mox is not the mermaid.)

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, OFC (Delfi the Mermaid), Jon Moxley (mentioned here), and various other AEW characters make appearances (later, not in this little peek).

Word Count: 701

A/N: Today is my birthday! Therefore I am invoking my birthday card and begging you to read this and give me feedback so that I can be coerced into writing more. Thank u <3

Delfi’s slender mermaidian shape lay relaxed along the curve of Captain Moxley’s surprisingly huge ceramic tub. The water was a perfectly warm temperature, still except for the tiniest of ripples that came from the rise and fall of her breathing. He had given her the run of his salt storage, of which he shockingly had many kinds. Lavender, chamomile, sage. She had cocked a brow at the sight, to which she received silly raised brows and a wide eye and a deep shrug in return. He was an odd one, considering what she had heard of him, multi-faceted in ways she could only hope to experience with each passing day that she and the handsome cowboy stayed aboard his ship.

She sighed deeply, tilting her head back. Ah, yes. The handsome cowboy. She wondered where he had gone off to.

A gentle knock on the door appropriately answered her question.

“Delfi?” he mumbled from the other side.

“Come in,” she called back. A pause. No answer. There seemed to be a problem. “Adam?”

Another pause. Then, “I-I don’t want to intrude.”

The mermaid smiled to herself, the seahorses in her stomach swimming happily. She looked down at her scales, which now gleamed a bright sky blue. She hadn’t seen this color on them in a long time. Not since…well. At that thought, the scales turned black, which made her huff.

“It’s okay. Please come in.”

Another heartbeat, and she could hear the door open behind her. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of water. When she opened them again, he was sitting on the stool beside the tub, back towards her. He gazed out of the wide stained glass windows, eyes out of focus, lost in thought. Delfi knew this was out of respect, but also out of something else.

“You know, our paths haven’t been aligned for very long, but sometimes I feel like I know you better than even my closest family.” Her mother, for one, she thought.

She could see him visibly suck in a breath, his chest heaving slowly and deeply underneath his new cloth shirt. The sleeves were long, in the style she’d seen many a time on human men who sailed the seas. Open, wide along the arms and then tight once more at the wrists. Very different from the first day she’d met him. His land clothing had seemed much more rigid, confining, what with those button up shirts and thick canvas pants the color of the sky. Denim, he’d called it. She looked down at his legs, which were no longer clad in denim but in a thinner canvas material. They covered his massive thighs, but stopped short below the knees. She raised an eyebrow, extended her neck for a slightly better look, and then shook her head.

He was still wearing his damned pointed leather boots.

Before she could chastise him about the freeing effects of not wearing shoes, he spoke.

“I think maybe I feel the same way about you.” There was a vulnerability to his words. There was just the slightest hint of a tremble, as if maybe it was hard to say. Why, though, Delfi couldn’t be sure. He looked down at his hands, and continued. “I don’t know, I just feel like maybe it’s been a while since I felt like I could be my entire self in front of somebody else.”

There they were again. The seahorses. She watched as her scales turned once more a bright blue.

Adam, to his credit, noted the change and instinctively turned his neck, but caught himself. “I’m sorry,” he said, flustered, snapping his eyes back toward the shadowy outline of the open ocean’s waves behind the colorful glass. At this, Delfi laughed.

“You can turn around, Adam. Seeing me naked isn’t a big deal. It’s not like you haven’t,” she noted, remembering the transformation she’d undergone when her tail went dry for the first time in front of him. It was actually what had got them caught in the bowels of the ship. She had let out a shocked scream, and before he could cover her mouth with his hand, someone yanked them out of their hiding spot.

#hangman page fanfiction #aew fanfiction #my fics #mine

[thewulf]

Hi! Reading one of your fic got me this idea: hangman x reader, she isn't a pilot, maybe a paramedic or nurse or something like this. She goes to the hard deck because her best friend works there on the weekends and she became friends with the daggers, especially hangman and these two are pinning on each other, but don't act on their feelings because reader knows he doesn't do relationship and she doesn't like the friends with benefits thing, and Jake is afraid to not being able to give her the relationship she deserve, so they stay just friends. This make the daggers and some patrons going crazy because they are already a couple minus the kisses! So they try to find a way to make one of them to confess, but when someone suggest about making her jealous (because every men that frequent that hard deck know she is hangman girl and they don't want to go against him), Javvy put this idea down instantly because he knows reader (thanks to his casual but not so casual thing with her best friend) isn't going to confess anything but she will distance herself from Jake, so they let go of this plan unti one day Jake's sister surprise him on base and while he show her around and go to dinner the rest of the squad is at the hard deck with reader, and to a tipsy Fan boy this is the perfect excuse to put in motion their plan to get those two together. He goes to reader and says that Jake isn't coming because he is on a date with a girl who showed up on base, but they all still can have fun. But Javvy can see her change of expression and even if he didn't hear what fan boy said he put everything together, so just try to stop her from leaving but unsuccessfully. Jake and his sister enter the hard deck later in the night because he really want her to meet reader, but frown when he doesn't see her, so Javvy spill the beans and then there is a blur of Jake calling reader to clarify everything, his sister feeling like this is partially her fault and the daggers trying to find a plan to fix this when reader don't pick up the phone and fan boy realizing what he did. Next morning he and Javvy go to her best friend house hoping she is there, best friend is mad at Jake but after hearing what really happened she get mad at Javvy because "that's exactly why I told you to not try and make her jealous" and tell Jake reader is for real out of town the next two weeks and she will talk to her. At the end of these weeks where Jake barely talked with his team and the team trying to reach reader trying to fix this mess, Jake get a text from her best friend telling reader will be back home, so he goes there hours early to make sure to not miss her, and when he finally see her the first thing he says is "it was my sister" and explain everything and finally admit their feelings.

Bonus scenes: Rooster going to reader house days after her return to talk one more time, but when he is near her place he see her and Jake making out so he goes back home keeping the secret that even with a little detour fan boy plan worked

Sorry it turned out so long!

Ohh I like this! I feel like this is a perfect 3x1 or 4x1 along the lines of - The three times reader and Jake acted like a couple and the one time Fanboy did something about it! I'll probably shorten up the ending but make it fluffy and sweet with some heavy angst.

Thank you anon!

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[yugiohio]

Anyway, here's a StrickPage poem no one asked for:

Full poem after the cut for the girlies who don't want to open another tab

You and I dressed up real nice for each other

The day that we decided to die

and Joe just wore blue

I’m killing you in the name of pride

I’m wearing my Sunday best

as are you

and Joe just wore blue

You hit me

It was a kiss

I took your life as if it was mine to take

I left myself to mourn you

I weep over the grave

That I put you in so hurriedly

Your hand reaches out from the dirt

and

Pulls

Me

In

We are covered in the Earth’s riches,

resting in anything but peace

Joe only wore blue to our

Funeral

#strickpage #aew fanfiction #samoa joe #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #aew #all elite wrestling #i really couldnt stop thinking about Swerve and Hangman peacocking for each other in gold dipped suits meanwhile Joe is in sweatpants #like damn this was really just another title defense to you Joseph...these men were gonna kill each other for that title lmaooooo #wonhos vespa

[coleskingdom]

La petite mort

Adam Page x f reader

Warnings Smut Minors DNI

A request for @midwestmade29

Pure fiction

It was the end of the night, Adam and I were outside in the hotel courtyard around the fire pit. “Why are you all the way over there? Come sit next to me.” Nodding to the seat beside him. I picked up the bottle, i was drinking from, and sat beside him. This wasn’t the first night that it ended up being just the two of us together, but it was comfortable, he pulled out his phone putting on the playlist you both loved.

Staring at the fire, “Darlin, why haven’t we ever?” He asked “Ever what?” I asked sipping from the bottle. “ Your gonna make me say it?” He said. “ Yes because with you right now, it could be anything from food, to bourbon, to sex, your mood is all over the place these days“ I said a little too casually . “ Well it is one of those things” he chuckled, “ You like to think you’re more complicated than you are.” he said.

“ Adam , you’ve spent the last six months afraid to take what’s yours, the belt, your spot in the main event, me.”I said putting my bottle down and straddling his lap. “ So what’s it going to be? Are you going to start taking what you want or am I going to get off your lap and go to my room alone?” My hands running through his hair, resting on the back of his neck. Adam rests his hands on my hips pulling me down on to his lap his hard length pressing into my core. A wave of desire runs through me, my breath caught in anticipation of his next move.

He kisses me softly, testing to see if I’m going to let him have control, I relent as his he angles my head and deepens the kiss. One hand firmly on my hip keeping me on his lap, the other in my hair bringing me closer to him. He tastes like bourbon, and smells like soap and wood campfire. He’s intoxicating to the senses. “ Adam” I whisper as he moves from my mouth to my jaw his mustache tickling my cheek, “mmmhmm” pulling my body tighter against him as he kissed down my neck, teeth grazing, then smoothing with his tongue. I moaned so he stayed right there, until my hips moved involuntarily, and he groaned, he kissed his way back to my mouth. The raw roughness of this kiss, the possessiveness of the way he held me to him, the fact that I was on the brink from just kissing him.

“ Adam, we’ve got to get into one of our rooms” i whispered, “I know but this feels so good, it’s just us, no one is out here.” Returning to that spot on my neck that we both seemed to like , my nipples stiffened as his body moved with his kisses my hips starting to move. My hands running up and down his muscular back, “Adam please” my plea making him laugh, “Please what?” He said “ You know you’re gonna make me say it ?" i pleaded “ Darlin with you and the mood your in right now, you could just want me to make you come by dry humping out here like two teenagers, you could let me take you back to my room and I could take what you already said was mine, or you can take me back to your room and take what you want.” My body responded to his words as a shiver went down my spine, “ Adam your room.” I said biting my lip,” Good, come on before we end up at the first option.” Tapping my thigh and I reluctantly got off of his lap missing his warmth instantly.

He pulled me into his side walking step in step as we made our way back inside, in the elevator he stood behind me, pressing my back into his chest reminding me how much he wanted this as well, leaving no time for doubt to creep in. His room was across the hall from the elevator and once we were inside his lips were back on mine. “ His hands at the hem of my shirt, I silently prayed that I had on a matching set of underwear, as my hands were shoving the jacket off his shoulders. He sucked in a breath as he saw the delicate lace bra, I reached for the hem of his gray tshirt he helped me get it off, my hands ran up his chest. Equally undressed he kissed me again, walking me back to the edge of the bed where he laid me down gently. His hands skimmed the waist band of my pants as he skid them down my hips and legs removing my shoes everything in la discarded pile. I rested on my on my elbows watching him taking off his jeans and his belt buckle, his eyes never leaving mine. His black boxers stayed on but I could see. The out line of his hard cock.

He joined me on the bed, kissing me as he draped his body over mine, his hands reaching behind to unclasp my bra, “ Thank god for an easy one” he laughed as he removed the straps down my arms , “ so fucking perfect" as his lips kissed one breast as the other hand teased, the other, his lips captured my nipple, as his thumb pinched and rolled the other, I moaned, his lips releasing as his teeth grazed gently, taking his time he gave the other breast same torturous treatment, my hips lifting trying to get some friction as my core throbbed .

“Patience Darlin, you picked my room, so I’m going to take my time taking what I want.” His nose nuzzling between in the valley between my breast my core clenching at his words. His hands skimming , your stomach as his mouth followed his touch, his hands went further down tracing the outside of my panties, his fingers moving them slightly to the side his fingers began to explore as his kisses moved back up , “ So wet, but I’m going to need you ready for me” his fingers grazed my clit, over my underwear, giving me a little taste of friction. I moaned,under his touch, “ so responsive, does it feel good, darlin getting close to what you want.”he said . “ Fuck Me please”I pleaded his hand pulling the panties all the way to the side as he inserted two fingers and his thumb on my clit. I moaned as his lips captured mine, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, it was overwhelming and perfect at the same time. I felt my pussy clinch around his fingers and my legs began to shake, he broke the kiss, watching my face , “say it say my name, say my name as you come all over my fingers, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, don’t fight it, I’m right here, darlin come for me show me how good I am, show me how good I am for you.” Those last words took me over the edge as he kissed me his fingers and thumb never stoping their motions as my release coated his fingers. He withdrew his fingers and he brought them to his lips , tasting me on them, “ just as sweet as I knew you’d be”. He removed my panties discarding them to the floor.

“Adam please, I want you, please I need you.” with that he removed his boxers I his body back over mine I spread my hips so he can settle in between them, the top of his cock teasing my entrance. His hand comes up and caresses my face holding my chin, “I’ve got you” as he pushes into me inch by inch, “ I’ve got you darlin” his thumb moving lightly over my cheek, until he’s fully seated. He pauses and winces slightly and I nod, I hook my heels around his hips and bring him in that final extra little bit. “Darlin, you’re gonna break me, before I even begin.” his voice a rasp fighting for control .

He begins to move in long fluid strokes, my hands running up his back. “ Lift your head darlin” taking the pillow from under my head, “lift your hips for me” I follow his words, he slid the pillow under my hips angling it so he could go even deeper, when he began to move again his pelvic bone hit my clit, I gasped, at the unexpected sensation, he set a new rhythm, that as he watched my face As the pleasure took over and the pressure started to build low in my abdomen a deeper fuller feeling, “ Adam” as he hit that spot deep inside me, my walls bringing him in deeper clenching and holding him there,, the room was filled with out moans and sighs, and the sounds of our bodies together.

“ Adam I’m close” knowing that this fills different than the first, “ Let go for me, let it all go" his pelvic bone grinding providing the extra pressure, as I came hard, my breath caught as my release washed over us both. Adam pumped a few more times as he came, calling my name. He collapsed on top of me shifting his weight as I melted into the mattress.

“Darlin, you were amazing.” I nuzzled into his neck not ready to look at him, “ That’s never happened before, I nearly lost consciousness for a moment“ I said slightly embarrassed. “I know, the French call it La petite mort, it means the little death. I saw it on your face and I felt it wash over your body. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or experienced. How did it feel? “he asked. “It felt like I was floating my mind cleared, it was blank and it was indescribable.” I said. “That’s what they say it feels like that it’s a space between here and the next realm, that it’s spiritual pure euphoria.”

Kissing my shoulder. He withdrew himself from me, and I missed him immediately. He went to the bathroom and brought a glass of water and a warm wash cloth running it lovingly over my body. He settled us both under the covers, his arms wrapped around me pulling me close into him I fell into a deep sleep.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The Dark Side Of The Moon

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

Summary: Hangman falls for dark and mysterious Y/n who is a part of the Blackpool Combat Club. Despite their ongoing rivalry, he can’t seem to get Y/n out of his head. Every time she jumps him from behind, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood it only causes him to fall harder. Deep down inside Hangman knew Y/n cared, that she did indeed have a soul and he would do anything to find it. Everyone told him this was a bad idea. It was obvious that Y/n had mental issues and was ‘broken’ but Adam didn’t care. He wanted to fix her. He would stop at nothing to reach the dark side of the moon, which in this case was the light side of Y/n’s heart. Who knows maybe he would end up saving her life or better, they’d save each others. 

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Drug use/abuse, Self-harm, swearing, mentions of mental health issues, SMUT and other sensitive topics

An: I think this is my favourite fic I've ever done. This one pulled on the heartstrings. I can't believe I got it to 8k and could have easily made it longer too! Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count 8k Main Masterlist

I don’t know what it was that I saw in Y/n. She was cold, dark and viscous. She had no soul and people feared her, she was a threat. Yet I believed I could change her. Not that I thought she needed to be changed but I thought I could fix whatever she had hidden away under those walls she had built up. Once upon a time, I knew Y/n although she didn’t know me. I had seen her circling the independent circuit starting out as a wrestler as I was just getting my break. I had secretly kept an eye on her for all those years. When I found out she was a free agent I suggested to Matt and Nick we should sign her. They liked what they saw and soon Y/n was All Elite. She was quickly scooped up by The Blackpool Combat Club and was soon the biggest heel in our company. You could tell just by looking at Y/n that she’s been through things in her young life. Maybe it was the constant dark circles and tired look in her eyes. Maybe it was scars that were scarred around her body that she wore with pride. Some were faded while others weren’t. Some were from life and matches but others you could tell were self-inflicted. As much as all of these things helped the whole look she was going for I knew deep down inside that wasn’t the real Y/n. No one had ever seen her genuinely smile, no one had ever seen her laugh. It was like she was emotionless but I knew deep down she did have feelings, they were just hidden from the world. Every week Y/n would arrive and leave the arena with the BCC she stuck with them like glue. I knew the BCC claimed that they did everything together but I didn’t think it was true. 

One night I caught Y/n smoking in the hotel lobby late after a show. I almost didn’t recognize her. For starters she wasn’t with the BCC, since it was close to 2 am I assumed they were asleep. The second thing I noticed was what Y/n was wearing. She wore a creme-coloured oversized hoodie with a pair of black velvet PJ shorts. Along with that, she had knee-high pink fuzzy socks and black fluffy uggs. It was nice seeing her in color other than black. She also wasn’t wearing any makeup, the flame from her cigarette illuminated her face in an ethereal way. I never realized she was so young. Her skin was youthful, she was beautiful. Not that she wasn’t before but this was a different type of beauty. Underneath the heavy dark makeup she wore you could see just how gorgeous she truly was. 

I told this all to Matt Nick and Kenny the next time I saw them, they however had some different opinions. Kenny first said it was weird I was spying on her but I just happened to run into her. I thought about approaching her but I was nervous about what the end result would be so I observed from afar. Matt was quick to remind me just who she was “You do realize she is a part of The Blackpool Combat Club right? They are insane! I’m not trying to be rude or anything but I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want to see you get hurt” I appreciated his concern but at the same time was offended by his comments. This whole thing ended up spiraling into Nick and Matt arguing with the other on why I should and shouldn’t be feeling this way for Y/n. I regret even mentioning it in the first place. Kenny tried to comfort me but I was too far gone. “I agree with Nick, I think that although she is scary you two would be a nice pair. You could balance the other out” he said. Balance out? Was he calling me soft? Yes sure I’d been told I can give off golden retriever vibes but if need be I can flip and be bad too. For god sake, we all got suspended for getting into a fight with Punk! Anyway this was the last of my worries, I had a match with none other than Jon Moxley tonight. I knew that Y/n would be ringside and I wanted to show her that I could be tough and bad too. 

I stood calmly in the ring as I watched Mox and Y/n make their entrance. I felt my breath get caught in my throat as she approached me. For some reason I was nervous. I had never been nervous around her before but I guess that was because I didn’t have these feelings yet. Throughout the match Y/n did her usual distractions, distracting the ref, pulling my feet from underneath me even using herself as a shield to protect Mox. I knew she would do all of these things but this time it was different. The mind games she played were working, I found myself hypnotized by her beauty. I was in fact so distracted that I didn’t even see Mox charging right at me. I swear I saw Y/n mouth ‘Look out’ but it was too late. I don’t remember much after that. I felt my body hit the canvas hard, my head bouncing on contact. I got knocked out. 

When I finally came to, I was surrounded by AEW medical staff and some of the talent. “How are you feeling?” asked one of the doctors. “My head hurts,” I told them, feeling the throbbing in the back of my head. “You took a pretty nasty fall” I reached up and felt several bandages on the back of my head, how hard did I hit? After going through both verbal and physical tests the backstage medic said I didn’t need to go to the hospital which was a sigh of relief. I found out that I did a whole backflip when being hit with a lariat, I landed on my head, right in front of Y/n. 

It was quite a scary moment for everyone. The match was ended immediately and Mox was able to tend to the crowd, distracting them from the scene that unfolded before them. I was shocked to find out that Y/n had been there the whole time. She stayed the whole time as doctors catered to me. She had even followed them backstage, leaving only minutes before I came to. I didn’t know why she would do that, we weren’t friends, we didn’t even talk. To me, this proved exactly what I thought. She did have a soul. As I watched the match back along with the cut footage I was able to see how the whole thing played out. It was obvious that I was mesmerized by Y/n, I was practically drooling. She played on it, using it to her advantage so Mox could have the upper hand. She did tell me to watch out and I was able to see the horror in her eyes as I hit the canvas. She was in shock, hell everyone was but since Y/n wasn’t one for showing her emotions when she did show them it was quite obvious. Since the whole thing happened in front of her out of instinct she was the first to check on me, yelling to the official that I was out cold. Luckily the camera didn’t catch her breaking character but many still had their phones out, capturing the whole thing. She stayed next to me, supporting my head/neck until medical arrived then she stood from a distance as medical did their thing. Throughout the whole thing, her facial expressions remained cold but her eyes told the whole story. 

I also found out that people had a thing or two to say about the whole situation. Others praised Y/n for making sure I was okay and in a way saving my life while others claimed she ruined the act. She broke character, she broke the fourth wall. The wrestlers didn’t care nor did the audience, it was the people online that did. It got so bad that Y/n ended up responding to the comments on Twitter. 

“All of these comments about me checking on Hangman are really pissing me off. The first thing I learned in wrestling school is that the most important thing is to keep your opponent safe at all times no matter what. Did you really expect me to watch him fall on his head and get knocked out in front of me and do nothing? I was simply preventing his unconscious body from rolling out of the ring and getting more injured. You guys need to grow up. I have been knocked out before in the ring and it is no joke whatsoever. So what, I was making sure he was still breathing. Who cares if I was supporting his head/neck before medical could arrive? THIS IS PRO WRESTLING! It’s not like I was the one wrestling him. I only did those things because I was ringside and not involved in the match. I wouldn’t stop mid-match and perform CPR on my opponent! All of this was pure instinct, I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing. Anyway, that’s my two cents. It’s over and I’m glad The Cowboy is okay.” 

I ended up staying away for six weeks for percussion and when I returned all I could feel was the stares. Everyone wanted to know how I was doing, if I was cleared but all I cared about was seeing Y/n. I wanted to thank her. Once I escaped the crowd of people I found Y/n leaning against a wall. It was almost like she was waiting for me. “How are you feeling?” she asked “You took a pretty nasty fall. I thought you were dead” “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you for making sure I wasn’t dead” I told her. I swear I saw her smile for just a second but I wasn’t sure. “Well I’m glad you’re alright and sorry for causing it in the first place” “It’s not your fault, I should have been paying attention” I mean it truly was my fault. “I’ll see you around,” said Y/n and with that she left. 

Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. I wanted to get under her skin, I wanted to spend time with her and get to know the real Y/n. The thing is, like Matt said she was in the Blackpool Combat Club, what would she want to do with someone like me? Deep down inside I knew that this was only the beginning. I was angry, I was frustrated for allowing myself to be so careless and get such a stupid injury. I wanted my rematch. I decided I would use one of their own tricks against them, the mind games. It was subtle at first. I’d wait at the gorilla whenever the BCC entered the backstage area where we would exchange a few looks. I’d follow them around the arena, a silent reminder that I was always watching. How I could seek my revenge at any moment. I’d then move on to causing them matches. I sneaked out during one of Y/n’s matches and stood ringside waiting for her to notice. When she finally did she started yelling at me, that distraction caused her opponent to roll Y/n up for a sneaky victory. “I’m going to kill you!” She yelled. 

It had gotten to the point where everyone was mad at each other and the promo battle began. I was the first to call out the BCC claiming that it was all Y/n’s fault that I got injured. I mean it was, you could get lost in her eyes, I did and look what happened. Soon after the sneak attacks began. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I was outnumbered big time but even though it was just me I was able to get under their skin and they hated it. As I was filming yet another backstage segment I was inputted by Y/n. She came up to me all flirtatious wearing a black pleated skirt and a black corset top where her breasts were practically falling out. “Heyyyy Cowboy” Y/n said as she twisted her hair. “I just wanted to apologize for everything. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and I didn’t mean for everything to go this far.” As she spoke she kept coming closer to me to the point where we were chest to chest. “I feel really bad about it, let me make it up to you….” It’s a trick, say no, this is a trap. Every bone in my body told me it was a trick but I couldn't deny her offer. The chokehold she had on me was too strong, I couldn't breathe. I didn’t say anything, I wanted her to continue. She pulled a key card and a slip of paper from her top. “Here is my room key, meet me after the show” She handed me the card and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't breathe, my body went numb. 

I stood in front of Y/n’s hotel room, key card in hand. I was scared to knock, I knew it was a trap but a part of me hoped it wasn’t. That was the part that led me here. I knocked on the door and was pleasantly greeted by Y/n. She wore a gorgeous black lingerie set that had me practically foaming at the mouth. She was acting all sweet and kind, I didn’t buy a second of it. Yet I did nothing about it. “I’ve been expecting you,” She said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. Y/n was first to break the kiss saying “I have a surprise for you” I was skeptical at first but was more interested in this ‘surprise’. Y/n grabbed a black silk blindfold and tied it around me. She carefully brought me to the bed, giving me one last kiss before she disappeared. “Where are you going?” I asked her. “Hold on…I’m getting the surprise ready. You can open your eyes when I tell you” I didn’t even notice that the BCC was in the room the whole time, Bryan stood behind the door, Mox by the bedside table and Claudio and Yuta hid in the washroom. During my time being blindfolded the men exposed themselves and Y/n retrieved the hidden weapons. “Okay, you can open your eyes!” said Y/n. When I removed the blindfold that’s when I saw them. “Fuck” 

I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. This was a four-on-one attack. I tried my best to protect myself as fighting back wouldn’t do anything but it was useless. I was left covered in bruises in a pool of blood. My body ached as yet another Kendo Stick cracked on my back. My eyes were fixated on Y/n during the whole attack. She just sat and watched the attack unfold before her. Everything about her was cold, the lifeless expression on her face, her mysterious body language. I searched for something, anything that would tell me she cared, that she felt bad but I found nothing. The lust that was once in her eyes moments ago had been replaced with a seductive evil look. 

I watched Y/n stand up, the attack was over. My body now lay on the floor, I couldn't move. She knelt next to me and said “Stupid cowboy, you fell right into my trap. Although you’re adorable I must say you are quite an idiot. This is the oldest trick in the book, even you should have seen this coming. This isn’t personal, It’s just business. You did this all to yourself, you thought you could call us out like that and there wouldn’t be consequences? This is what happens when you mess with The Blackpool Combat Club '' Y/n placed one last delicate kiss on my lips before leaving the room, leaving me in a pile of my own blood. 

***

Currently, I sat in the Elite’s private locker room, being lectured by Matt, Nick and Kenny. “I told you this was going to happen! What were you thinking?!” Yelled Matt. “That’s the issue, he wasn’t. He’s been hypnotized by Y/n. Isn’t it obvious that he’s in love with her!” Said Kenny 

He was right, I was in love with Y/n. I have no idea why. She has been attacking me for weeks, for god sake last night I was left in a pile of my own blood, battered and bruised. Despite all of that I just kept falling harder and harder for Y/n. “Is that true? You’re in love with her?” asked Nick. “I don’t know what it is that I see in her Nick, I really don’t. I’m just so drawn to her, I know that underneath all that darkness there is a light that is dying to be let out! I need to find that light. I know that I can change her, she’s broken and I can fix her. Now I don’t ask you for much but I need your help with this! I need to get in” The men said nothing. They looked at me like I was crazy but they also looked as if they felt sorry for me. 

“Look Hanger, I don’t think we can help you with this. Somehow you need to get Y/n on her own, that’s the only chance you have here. I don’t support this idea, I know it will end badly but I do agree with you that Y/n has some issues. Not that there's anything wrong with that but I just don’t think you need to be responsible for fixing it. All I will say is that Y/n doesn’t sleep at night. If you are lucky you might be able to run into her during a 3 am workout or a smoke sesh. Good luck man. You can call me for backup if you need” Kenny told me sincerely. “Thank you” 

That night I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was the events that occurred not even 24 hrs ago. I had Y/n where I needed her, I had her pressed up against the wall, she was so close yet so far. I didn’t even care that I got beat up, it was worth the makeout sesh that happened before. Her lips were soft, her kisses were passionate. She smelt like vanilla and tobacco, her exposed skin was warm and delicate. She didn’t feel real, she was a figment of my imagination. I let that imagination run wild, I pictured what would happen if the BCC wasn’t there. The way I would scoop her up in my arms and make the most beautiful love to her. I would worship her body like the temple it was. I would slowly and passionately make her come undone. I would make her submit to me, but if she wanted it the other way around I wouldn’t complain. I was putty in her hands. My brain played a trick on me, my imagination was too real. It felt too real. 

“I’ve been expecting you,” Y/n  said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” I told her “I know baby, I know. I want you too, I need you” she said. I carefully brought Y/n to the bed, placing her on it delicately before getting on top of her. I had her wrists pinned above her head as I placed rough kisses along her body. I found that sweet spot on her neck and made sure to leave a mark. Sucking on the sensitive flesh as she cried out in pleasure. I removed her clothing gently as if I was unwrapping a present. She looked beautiful underneath me. I quickly removed my own clothing before returning to Y/n. We fought for dominance but in the end I won. It felt like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. Y/n felt beautiful around me, she made me feel so good. 

Just as I was getting to the good part of my dream I woke up. 

I checked the time and it was close to 2 am, my gut was telling me Y/n was near. Like Kenny said, my only shot with her was when she was alone. I quickly threw on a pair of gray sweats and a T-shirt and made my way down to the hotel lobby. Just like I suspected I found Y/n by the outdoor fire lounge smoking a cigarette, writing something in a notebook. I slowly approached her, not wanting to scare her. “What do you want, Cowboy?” Y/n asked. The tone she said it in was quiet, it was soft, it was weird. “Can I sit?” I asked and she motioned me to sit next to her. “What are you doing out here so late by yourself? It’s cold and there are creeps out there” I told her. Y/n put out the cigarette and turned to face me. Her pupils were huge, her face and body relaxed, I knew Molly when I saw it, that explains why she wasn’t screaming at me. “What is it that you see in me? I’m fucked up, no one wants to be with someone like me.” She said sadly, it broke my heart. “Y/n I know you’re hurting, I don’t know what you went through but I’m sorry it happened to you. Now I came out here for a whole other reason but you are not okay-” “I’m fine, you know nothing about me” “Then tell me, I want to learn. I want to know every single detail about you Y/n. You are playing a dangerous game right now, it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart. I just can’t leave you like this, I promise I won’t try anything but I think you should come with me-” “Are you insane, I might be fucked up but I’m competent enough to know you want to fuck me” “No, No I promise not like that. I just want to repay you after you saved my life a few months back. I don’t care if you kill me tomorrow but you need to come with me Y/n” I told her sincerely. I could tell she was hesitant, she was in a vulnerable state but she agreed. I carefully took her back to my hotel room. I entered the room and assumed Y/n followed behind me. I turned and there she stood in the doorway. She looked like a scared lost child, it broke me. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her carefully. “It’s okay, you're okay” I didn’t know what to do in this situation. I know I said I wanted to get to know the real Y/n but the truth was the real Y/n was scaring me. The Y/n that stood back at me with big doe eyes was scared. Maybe this was the version that was hiding under the dark makeup and clothing. This was the Y/n that was hurt, this is the one I needed to fix. I approached her slowly and reached out my hand, trying to get her to follow me into the room. She flinched. “I shouldn’t be here, we can’t be doing this,” Y/n said quietly. “I know but I don’t seem to care,” I told her “Does Bryan know you do this? How would they feel if they saw you like this? Just come in so no one sees you” She entered the room slowly and sat down on the large king bed, her head down. I locked the door behind me and was able to notice just how bad of a state she was in. Her once straight hair had become frizzy, her natural curls trying to appear to the world. The clothing she wore was 2 sizes too big, she was swimming in it. She smelt like alcohol and cigarettes, her skin was ice cold. I joined her on the bed, sitting next to her wanting her to talk first. “What do you want from me?” she asked quietly “I just to help. Look Y/n, I really like you. I don’t care if you hate me but I don’t hate you. I just couldn't leave you like this” Y/n looked at me and with the new lighting I was able to see just how tired she looked. My brain still was trying to comprehend that she was on drugs. “What do you want to know?” She asked. “I want to know why you are like this, why do you do what you do?” 

“I don’t think you know how exhausting it is to live like this. The moment I walk into that arena, the moment I feel a camera on me everything disappears. I am at peace, I am free. I can do whatever I want. The whole Death Jitsu thing is second nature, I live it on the daily. The moment I’m home, the moment I’m alone and that rush has worn off is when I feel it. That reality check hits and I’m done for. I see the world and people for who they truly are. Everyone is fake and everything sucks. You can only pretend so much, you can only lie to yourself for so long until you realize none of it is real. I don’t know why I act like this, maybe it’s the years of trauma that has made me scared to get hurt again. That’s why I act like I have no emotions but in reality, I am quite an emotional person. I was told I had too many feelings, that I cried too much, that I cared too much, that I loved too much. It’s easy to hide it from the world, I have been doing it since I was a child. It’s when you’re alone that everything you hide comes out and you feel like you have gone mentally insane. I do things I probably shouldn’t to keep those feelings inside. It ties me over till morning when I can put on a show and pretend that everything is okay. The thing is when you are so fucked you admit everything that is wrong with you. Here I am telling you my sob story when I should be hating you but the thing is I can’t. Somehow you have gotten in my head, you know my thoughts. You know about the mental issues I refuse to admit I have. I hate how without realizing I let you in. Now if you excuse me I must go.” 

I grabbed Y/n’s hand, preventing her from leaving. “Why is it that you can’t hate me?” I asked her “I like you, I like who you are. You’re nice to everyone, you look like you would give the best hugs. You just have this aura to you. I said what I meant, you are adorable but you are an idiot. An idiot for falling for me. I’ll ruin your life. You don’t want a mentally ill girl who you will have to take care of like a scared child. When I saw you get knocked out in front of me it scared me. I’ve seen it happen too many times, I was having flashbacks. The difference was this time I could do something about it. After that night I had sympathy for you, I felt something for you. I felt like we developed this connection. It’s unfortunate this is happening, I don’t want to hurt you but you did this to yourself.” 

I knew what she needed, she needed someone who would take care of her. She needed someone who would love her for all of her imperfections. Someone who could clean her cuts and kiss her scars. She needed someone to protect her and keep her safe from all the demons. This was a bad idea, I was playing a risky game. This could end badly, she could ruin my life but I was willing to take that risk. The worst thing that could happen is for the BCC to murder me for getting in their girl’s head. “Can I give you a hug?” I asked, she nodded and I held her in a tight embrace, holding her close as she began to cry. She was touch-deprived, which you would have never guessed. Wrestling is such a contact sport that you are always being touched. She was very attractive and many people had crushes on her, you would think she’d have some ‘fun’ now and then. The difference is this was a different kind of touching. This was filled with love. We stayed there for a while, I just held Y/n as she cried. I had broken down a wall, I was inside. Although other walls remained intact this was a step in the right direction. “I’m going to take care of you alright. I promise that everything will be okay Y/n. I’m not going anywhere” I continued to whisper sweet nothings to Y/n as I traced circles around her back. 

Two weeks had passed since that night and I hadn’t seen Y/n since. I was getting nervous, what if something happened to her? What if she did something bad to herself? No one knew anything about the whereabouts of Y/n. I ended up asking Tony Khan where Y/n had been but all he told me was that she was dealing with some “Health Issues” By that he meant mental health issues. My issues with the BCC had cooled down but were far from over. Tonight I had my rematch against Jon Moxley. It was weird seeing the BCC without Y/n, I felt as If I was responsible for her absence. Did I push her too far that she finally jumped? I gave this fight my all, every strike, every kick I threw for Y/n. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted to let her know that I was waiting for whenever she was ready to talk. I blew Y/n a kiss through the camera before hitting a buckshot lariat. Although I was victorious I ended up injuring Mox, causing us to end up right where we started. After the match, Bryan Danielson handed me a sealed envelope. “This is from Y/n. I don’t know what you did to her but she’s more sick than normal so thanks for that” he spat as he threw the envelope at me. 

That night I returned to my hotel I opened the envelope. It was a handwritten letter: 

Hey Adam, hope everything is well. Just so you know I am not dead. You are probably blaming yourself for my absence but I have other things I’m dealing with. I’ve been spending time at home thinking about our conversation from the other night. I understand if I scared you away (I tend to do that to people) but I think I’m willing to take you up on your offer. Next week’s Dynamite is an hour from me. Here’s my address and # if you want to stop by. Sorry in advance for everything and remember that this stays between us. 

- Y/n 

I decided I would arrive a few days before Dynamite and check up on Y/n. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door nervously. When Y/n opened the door I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth. “Do I really look that bad?” she asked. She didn’t look bad but she didn’t look the best. “Sorry, I’m just nervous” “Well I’m sober this time so I would be nervous too” Y/n joked. I admired her home, it was comforting. Artwork and photos covered the walls and plants were all scattered around. I noticed the white sage she had burning in the kitchen, crystals placed around carefully. 

Y/n explained to me that Bryan ratted her out. They knew everything, I assumed they didn’t and if they did they simply did not care. Part of me was happy to know that the BCC wasn’t as oblivious to Y/n’s issues as I thought. The other part felt bad for her. Revolution was soon approaching and with Y/n on house arrest who knows when she would return. “So why did you really invite me over?” I asked “First I’m lonely and second  I can’t stop thinking about what you said. You told me you would ‘take care of me’. That night is fuzzy to me but you cared. You held me in your arms as I cried. I don’t know what I was crying about but I felt safe. You told me everything was going to be okay and I believed you.” “Every word I said that night was true Y/n. I want to take care of you. I want to help you get clean, I want to be there for every sleepless night. I might sound crazy saying this but I’m in love with you. I don’t know why or how but I just am. I am so in love with you.” I was scared to admit how much I loved Y/n but I knew it would allow her to trust me. She would know I truly did want to help her. Y/n smiled at my words and pulled me in close, holding me tight against her. 

“Where do we start?” I asked Y/n. I followed her to the kitchen and began to throw things out. “All you have to do is get clean right? No mandatory rehab or counseling?” I asked “Nope, I don’t think Bryan told them everything in the first place. All of this is staying under the radar and I should be back in time for revolution anyways.” That was good news. We were brutal with what we threw out. We tossed various liquors, sweet treats, anything that wasn’t good for you. Although Y/n was upset that we had to toss her chocolate I had to explain that if I got rid of one thing you become addicted to the next thing. If you toss everything at once it helps to stay on that clean streak. It was hard but we got through it. We spent that afternoon learning about each other, I was able to see Y/n smile and laugh. Those walls were coming down, she fully let me in. Before I knew it, it was dark outside. “Thank you for today but I should get going, it’s getting late” I told her. “If you want, I have a spare room. You can stay the night. There is supposed to be a storm coming anyways so the roads might be dangerous” I gladly accepted Y/n’s offer to spend the night. 

Like she said, a storm indeed broke out. The thunderstorm was loud, the rain was beautiful. It described the mood perfectly. I was fresh out of the shower and went downstairs to find Y/n making a gorgeous dinner. Everything about her was perfect. She too was fresh out of the shower. I took a second to memorize how she looked in this moment, scared I would never see it again. Her hair was still damp as she went about making dinner. She looked so focused as she measured the ingredients. Her skin glowed in the dim lights, you could tell by her body language that she was relaxed. Once she noticed me she smiled and called me down the stairs. It was a genuine smile that made me smile. When I reached her I gave her a quick kiss and hug to thank her for having me stay the night. As I held her her skin was warm, she smelt like lavender, she felt like home. I know that this whole thing started off as me wanting to help her but she would also end up helping me. I didn’t even realize I had been going through some of the same things as Y/n. I nearly choked on my food when she said “I know we have spent so much time talking about me and my issues but why don’t we talk about you. You helped me with mine so I will help you with yours” I was shocked. “I’m fine, I don’t have any issues” I told her, offended. “Fine, but I know that Punk stuff still bugs you. If you don’t want to talk about that’s fine, but when you are ready to talk about it I will listen” she told me sincerely. I was quick to change the subject and pretend like that whole situation didn’t still bother me. 

I helped Y/n clean up after dinner and the two of us decided to cuddle up on the couch together. Listening to the beautiful storm as one of my favorite albums Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd quietly played in the background. It was calming, the only light source was the fireplace in front of us. I know she didn’t mean it like that but I couldn't stop thinking about how Y/n said I had issues too. Sure I was an alcoholic, sure I had a temper but that’s nothing. I was interrupted by my thoughts when Y/n asked, “What’s on your mind cowboy?” “What?” “I know you're thinking about something, spill it” I had no choice. It was only fair I opened up to Y/n like how she did to me. 

“Your right” I told her “Right about what?” she asked “About the Punk thing. It still bugs me. I don’t know why but it does. I just can’t seem to catch a break. I can’t breathe without him criticizing me. He started this whole thing to begin with, he is a salty old man who deserves everything that’s happening to him. The world has given him instant karma.” Y/n listened to every word I said. She never once interrupted me, she let me get everything out of my system before assuring me that none of this was my fault. That I was smart, talented and was more pretty than he was. Although her praises were small they left a big impact on me. I felt myself getting emotional, Y/n noticed this and was able to assure me everything would be okay. She sat on my lap, her arms around holding  me close as she told me that everything would be okay. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Regardless of what happens with you and the BCC I’m not going anywhere. This can be our secret Adam, no one needs to know” 

I completely forgot about my ongoing issues with the BCC. I didn’t even want to think about that right now. That was a later problem, all I wanted was to enjoy this moment with Y/n. 

She must have read my mind as she began to place delicate kisses along my collar bone and my neck. I placed my hands on her hips as she slowly began to grind on me. I started kissing her back and I felt myself melt into her. I felt like everything was going to be alright. In a way I felt like I needed this more than her. As much as I wanted to love and take care of Y/n I also needed someone to love me back. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way about anyone, I don’t remember kissing with such love and passion. As I let my hands roam on Y/n’s body I carefully removed her top. I took a second to admire her natural beauty. I  admired every scar, every beauty mark. I traced them all delicately, wanting to know the story behind them. Y/n noticed and asked “Is something wrong?” she looked scared, as if she got caught doing something bad. She whispered an “I’m sorry for scaring you” before she grabbing a blanket that was close by to cover herself up. Before I could say anything she was gone, running up the stairs to her room as the tears formed in her eyes. 

I was quick to follow her. I quietly knocked on her bedroom door, waiting for a response. “Go away” she mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/n. You didn’t do anything wrong” I told her “Just let me in so I can explain myself” As I entered Y/n’s room I was taken away from the decor. All of this was the complete opposite of what she portrayed on TV. The room was filled with light pastel colors. In the corner of the room sat a big comfy chair filled with old dolls and plushies. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the side that was hidden from the world. Y/n didn’t even look at me, she sat on her bed with her back towards me. I sat next to her telling her how sorry I was for making her upset. “I should be the one that’s apologizing” she told me “Why should you apologize? You did nothing wrong” I reassured her. “This is what always happens, I find someone and they claim to like me even with all my flaws. Once they get a close enough look they get scared and run off” I didn’t quite understand where she was going with this. “Scared of what?” I asked “Scared of who I really am, scared of the scars I have hidden. Take a look around you, would you expect any of this from me?” “I actually I did. I knew that deep down inside something like this was hidden. That is the part I wanted to explore. Y/n I want to know the real you. I don’t care about any of the things you mentioned. I admire the way you carry your scars with pride. I want to know the story behind them all. I want to be the one that cleans your wounds not makes them” I gently wiped away the tears that fell from her face and apologized for making her upset once again. 

“I don’t deserve any of this” she told me “Yes you do, you deserve someone who loves you for who you are. I’ve never told anyone this before but me and you are more similar than you think. I take antidepressants too, I’m an alcoholic. I can’t sleep at night because the voices in my head won’t shut up. I was too focused on getting to know the real you that I haven’t even got the chance to know the real me” I could see the look in Y/n’s eyes soffen at my words. I removed my shirt and pointed to a faded scar on my left arm. “You see this, I did this. We are the same” I told her. “You’ve seen my matches Y/n. Just like you I live for the taste of my own blood. I love the way it feels. I haven’t felt things in a long time, I too use wrestling as an escape. I’m going to challenge Mox to a Texas death match so I can feel something inside. When I’m with you I feel like I can tell you anything. I can be myself. I feel safe, I feel at peace, I feel at home. I can tell that you will be my new home” I didn’t even notice the tears that fell from my face until Y/n kissed them away. “I love you too,” She told me. 

The two of us ended the night cuddled up in bed underneath the warm covers. I held Y/n close as she slept. It took me a while to fall asleep, I listened to the rain and thunder as I took in the moment. As I looked at Y/n I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. She was at peace. We didn’t sleep together that night but we didn’t need to. When that moment would arrive I wanted to take my time and savor it. It would be a healing experience for the both of us. Never in my life did I feel so calm, so at peace. I knew that everything would be okay. I too was touch deprived. All this was was skin on skin contact, my bare chest on hers as we fell asleep feeling so loved. I loved this woman so much. I would do anything for her and I knew she would do anything for me. The dark side of the moon is used to describe something mysterious and unknown. The dark side of the moon is supposed to be the side we never see, the side that faces away from Earth. Somehow I was able to find that in Y/n. I found the light side in her heart and I wouldn't take it for granted. 

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