#hangman page imagine
naturalxselection · 2 months ago
dashboard confessional
pairing: adam page x reader
prompt: "hey you're just like, the love of my life. no big deal."
Hours on the road was good for bonding. Your relationship with Adam had really blossomed from all of the time the two of you had spent together. It was nice having the person you loved physically close to you at any moment as well. You knew that if the two of you were separated for the entirety of the time you spent on the road, you'd barely know each other. And that wasn't any sort of life that you were interested in.
"How are you feeling? Do I need to make any stops soon?" Adam asked you. You were shaken out of your thoughts, but only momentarily. A warm smile spread across your face at his consideration.
"I'm fine, we can keep going for another hour or two," you told him. Adam nodded and went back to tapping his thumb against the steering wheel. "You're cute."
"Oh, well, thank you," Adam said, slightly surprised. Compliments weren't exactly a rarity, the two of you liked to boost each other up as much as you could, but this was unexpected. "Y-you are too."
"You're cute, and I love the little things you do. I hope that one day, if we ever have a kid or something, they'll do cute little things like you," you said dreamily. Adam shifted in his seat a little, unsure of how to feel about this conversation. It wasn't like the two of you had just started dating, but you were comfortable. There hadn't been any talks about the future, no prior mention of marriage or children. "Relax, I'm not looking to get pregnant tonight. We have time, you're a busy man and I've got my sights set on gold."
"I didn't think you wanted kids. You've never mentioned it before," Adam said. You could tell that he felt bad, as if he had missed something.
"That's because it wasn't that important to me before, but I'd love to bring a kid or two into the world with you. There's nobody in the world who I think would make a better father than you." You shot him a smile, one that let him know you were being sincere. "It's just something I've noticed with all this time we get to spend together."
"It's a pretty big thing to just notice one day," Adam chuckled nervously. "What else have you noticed about me? Anything cool?"
"Yeah, I think so." Suddenly, you felt a little nervous. You had told Adam that you loved him, but you weren't sure if you had expressed how much before.
"Care to share with the class?"
"Hey, you're just like, the love of my life. No big deal or anything," you said as casually as you could. "I guess since you're so curious, it's only fair to let you know."
"They say curiosity killed the cat," Adam said, trying not to seem flustered.
"Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back." You leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "And it's not like you didn't already know I love you."
"Yeah, but the love of your life feels pretty big. That's quite the moniker."
"Wear it like one of your titles and know that you'll never lose it," you told him.
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itjazzbicch · 4 months ago
Mess With The Bull? Get The Horns
Pairing:  "Hangman" Adam Page x Fem Reader
Summary: The reader has always been aligned with Adam Cole & RedDragon, but has hid the fact that she is friends with beneifits with Hangman Adam Page, taking the chance to look like she's helping her team, but is really firing up Adam Page during their, 'Championship Celebration'...
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Unprotected sex, rough sex, bit of choking)
Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)
Word Count: 1157
Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234
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I sounded like a broken record trying to explain to Cole, Kyle and Bobby that we needed to be on guard. There was no way in hell that this “Championship Celebration” was going to go according to plan.
Figured by now that they would realize that Hangman wasn’t just going to sit around, but they just wouldn’t listen to me. During the “Celebration”, I let them do their things.
I did play along because of the crowd’s presences, but shortly after, Cole was left jaw dropped because my prediction was right.
Hangman pulled right up to the ramp-way in his Tesla, storming down and ready for a fight. It was three versus one so, while Hangman started unloading on Cole, Kyle, and Bobby, I snuck out of there, swiping the world title with me.
They were all so focused on the fight, especially when it became a little more hectic with Jungle Boy and Luchasaraus, no one noticed me slipping away. The guys were collecting themselves out on the floor while Jungle Boy and Luchasaraus reclaimed their titles and that’s when they all realized that I was gone and so was the world title.
Hangman had an even strong annoyance and rage in his eyes when the crowd started pointing toward the stage.
“Looking for this?!” I laughed, holding up the title.
“Don��t make me come up there, Y/N!” Hangman yelled, which only made me laugh more because I had plans of my own, testing first when I took a few steps back and when I saw him jump out of the ring, I booked it.
Hangman had our fair share of history, friends with benefits actually, and I will admit, I loved toying with him and this time wasn’t going to be any different.
I booked it to my private locker room, having a plan up my sleeve that I know would blindside him.
“You think I don’t know where your room is?!” I heard a pounding on my door, Hangman’s voice still expressing his anger, “Never thought that you would play into their shit too, Y/N! Now open this got damn door!”
Quickly, I unlocked it and got in place. Hangman never changed, quickly busting through the door and slamming it, but he wasn’t ready for me.
“This is how all the guys do it right?” I asked, watching his pupils expand, cheeks turning red a little when I turned to show him that I was completely naked,  title around my hips to cover my lower half, “Or should I do it like this?”
His eyes couldn’t help but follow my hands, pulling the title up to my breast to cover them, then dropping to watch my hips swaying.
“I must say, this title looks good on me,” I smirked in the mirror posing, “Maybe I’ll go to the mens division just for this.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Hangman warned with a deep growl, hand on his belt buckle trying to hide that he was hard from watching me.
“Well, when it comes to you,” I turned and purred to him, “I like the burn. Why so nervous? Not like it’s the first time you’ve seen my birthday suit.”
“You think this is really funny huh?” He breathed with a red face, stepping up to me, “That’s mine. Now give it up or things aren’t going to swing your way.”
“Face me for it then,” I snickered, stepping up closer, “You. Me. Title match. Let’s go.”
“You know what-“ He whispered, looking me up and down again, then to the title, “You mess with the bull. You’re gonna get the horns.”
“Give ‘em to me then, baby,” I whispered back, not expecting the steam in his hand when he took me by the throat, kissing me hard, tongue fighting me and winning while his free hand took the title, unhooking it and tossing it to the floor.
His grip only grew tighter, growling while pushing me down into the couch, “You want your “title match”?”
I nodded slightly, watching him ripping off his clothes with impatience, “I’m not afraid to admit that you’re a great champion and that you know how to put a fight, especially when you’re all fired up.”
It was cute watching him trying to hide his small smile, my eyes dropping to the sight of his cock in his hand, throwing my legs wide open, “Whether if I pin you or make you tap out, I’m still gonna be champ.”
“Is that righ-“ I went to throw some sass just for a sharp gasp to jump out of me, body not prepared for his cock to split me so wide, giving all of it and smacking right into my cervix already.
“Already told you,” He growled with a sexy smirk on his face, pulling me by the thighs and off the edge of the couch a bite, “Mess with the bull, get the horns.”
Quickly, I sat up a little, rolling my hips toward him to show that he didn’t get the better of me entirely just yet, humming at the feeling, “I thought you were more of a fighter than a talker, cowboy.”
“Oh, so you want some cowboy shit, huh?” He snarled, biting his lower lip and not tolerating my back talk no longer, hips pounding hard into mine to cancel out what little momentum I had, giving me one slow thrust, pulling to just his tip then going off on me.
I couldn’t stop nodding my head with a heaving chest full of moans, walls already squeezing him so tight, “Yeah, baby. Give it to me like that!”
“Spittin’ commands now?” He chuckled, hand wrapped around my throat again to pull me up into him, thrusts growing stronger and kissing, “Be lucky I’m even giving it to you after you stole my title and ran.”
“Don’t be like that,” I whined, kissing back, “Just wanted to see you fired up is all. I fucking love it.”
“You wanted to be a bad girl, ‘challenge’ me, and so?” He bit my lower lip, pulling my hips into his to make the impact even more intense, creating more friction, “It’s my way or the highway, girl.”
“Gladly take it your way, baby. Fuck!” I cried out loud, holding onto his shoulders tight and sinking my nails in, lip popping free while I threw my head back, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“You know you can’t resist me,” He laughed, throwing his hair back while he sat up again, pushing my legs all the way back, picking up his hips a little to push in even deeper, some how increasing his speed greater than what it was.
There was no way I was going to stay together with all my nerves going crazy, hips starting to jerk uncontrollably, his head leaning down to me again, leaving bites along my breasts and chest, making me up all the way to my neck.
“Adam! You’re gonna make me-“ I began to whine, losing my breath completely and gasping hard for air, not getting a break when he bit my lip, kisses sloppy but adding to my mess when his voice grew deep, making me breakout with goosebumps:
“Make you what? Also, I pinned you for a lot longer than three seconds.”
“You’re gonna make me cum, Adam! Stop playing around,” I whined even harder, core beginning to curl and tighten more, “I’m so damn close!”
“You started it all!” He laughed, but grew serious, doubling his efforts, “I’m going to make you cum, alright.”
With a loud groan, he stood up straight again, hips at double speed and bring me toward him again, able to feel his cock getting some throbs while smacking my cervix again.
It made the air in my chest suddenly stop, jaw dropping and vision gone white, the spasming of my walls hectic and then gushing all over him, messy and all over us, showing he was the winner and continuing to fuck me right through it all.
“Sweet fucking jesus, Adam!” I suddenly yelled out of nowhere, sweat on my face when every bit of sensitive pleasure hit me like a truck.
“You ain’t done!” Adam hurried, holding his cock still then pulling me by the hair a little, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, humming at his heat flooding my mouth, dripping down to my chin a little as I was a bit slow to swallow it down.
Taking a deep breath was so relieving, smiling up at him softly when he had his eyes closed for a moment, thighs tense and his cock letting out one last, small throb. “Do you think I take this all as a punishment or something?”
I giggled, licking the tip of his cock clean, “Believe me, I could do this all night.”
“Never gonna learn,” His head shook, letting out a laugh to show we were on the same page, letting out all the built up emotion doing us both good.
“Nope,” I kissed one more time, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
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allelitesmut · 9 months ago
Things We Never Say
A year after a fight that drove them apart, Adam is forced to confront his feelings for her when The Elite uses her as a distraction.
Pairing: Adam Page x OFC
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut (minors dni), Angst, Intergender Violence, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation
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One more week. Just one week until everything Adam had ever worked for finally paid off. He was so close to the title that he could taste it, and this win over Matt Jackson was going to make the win that much sweeter. Matt had been pressing on more and more personal buttons for longer than he could track now and it was time to shut him up. And he almost had him now.
His emotions were running high but his determination was higher. The betrayal by Matt almost hurt more than Kenny’s and every drop kick, every boot, brought him closer to his closure. A neck breaker bought him the time and space he needed to get the the apron. The second Matt had shakily risen to his feet, Adam slingshot over the rope and caught him with the Buckshot Lariat, turning him inside out. Towering above Matt’s heaving frame, he savored the thunderous roar of the crowd with a fist in the air. But he wasn’t finished.
Hangman egged Matt on, daring him to get to his feet again - the Deadeye the perfect exclamation point for this win. He wanted Matt embarrassed and slinking to the back after everything they had been through. And he wanted to send a message to Kenny backstage: his championship reign was on borrowed time and Adam was ready to collect.
But as Matt began to stir, the enormous screen at the top of the stage fizzled away from the footage of their match, fading to black and pulling Adam’s attention away. It only took a beat for the screen to spring to life, a hallway backstage coming into view. He squinted at the screen as the picture came into focus, Kenny, Nick, and Adam Cole crowded around a figure on the ground, their voices a mess of taunts that he could hardly make out.
Adam’s thumb idly hooked into the waist of his trunks as he watched, Matt still squirming on the mat below him. But his blood ran cold when the boys stepped back enough to reveal who was laid out at their feet, stumbling back a step. Her long, dark hair was obscuring most of her face but he’d recognize her anywhere. Her soft features and tight jeans were unmistakeable. It had been almost a year to the day since he’d seen her; he had no idea she was in town, never mind backstage. His breath caught in his throat, a whirlwind of memories flooding his brain.
Adam flinched when Kenny delivered a sharp kick to her gut and she cried out in pain. His fists balled tight at his sides, watching helplessly as she attempted to shield herself to no avail. All three of the boys jeered as Nick ground the bottom of his foot into her face, leaving a shoe print across her cheek. Adam couldn’t stop himself from storming around the ring, his brain foggy with rage. Finally the camera panned back up, centering on Kenny’s smug expression.
“Poor, hopeless Hangman. Can’t get the big wins, can’t take home the title, can’t get the girl! Can’t even protect the people he cares about!” Kenny taunted, his brows drawn and his lips curled into a vindictive smirk. “Take a look at where years of failures have got you.”
The camera panned back down as Kenny squatted down over her, face down on the floor now and writhing as she gripped her stomach. Adam was paralyzed, all thoughts of his match and Matt a million miles from his brain. His breathing grated to a ragged pace, tongue sliding over his lips, when Kenny yanked hard at a handful of her hair, forcing her to look into the camera. He reached around with a spare hand and gripped her face, cheeks squeezed tight between his thick fingers.
“How’s it feel, knowing it’s your fault that she’s going to end up back on the shelf for good before she even got a chance to make that triumphant return?” He forcefully wagged her face as her eyes connected with the camera, her pain penetrating straight through to Hangman’s bones. Kenny aggressively shoved her back to the ground as the screen went dark again and Adam’s eyes strayed, catching movement from the corner of the ring at the last moment. It bought him just enough time to sidestep Matt’s superkick.
The situation rattled through every inch of him, a wave of guilt washed through with bubbling, red hot anger, and he snatched Matt by the throat. Adam easily hoisted him into the air, Matt’s eyes blowing wide in the brief moment before he was rammed against the ring post and sent tumbling out of the ring.
Adam didn’t stop to look at him or drag him back to officially end the match. He stormed his way back up the ramp, straight through the tunnel. The anger pulsing in his ears all but blocked out the sound of Tony Khan calling out to him in an attempt to calm him. But there was no breaking through his fog. His mouth was pushed into an unforgiving snarl as he whirled around the corner and Kenny’s arrogant face came into view at the end of a long hallway.
The boys were still hovering above her crumpled frame. Adam’s breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of her, legs curled defensively into herself. Kenny nudged her again with his foot, not having spotted Adam yet.
“You know, you really should have stuck with us, sweetheart.” Kenny taunted her and Adam moved toward them on autopilot, hardly aware of his movements anymore. “Was Hangman worth it? You could’ve had everything. You could’ve been woman’s champion, side by side with me as we dominated this company. But now look at you.” She fought against the sharp pain in her gut, pushing herself to sit up, her disgust written so plainly across her face that Adam could see it down the hall. “Your career is over and for what? Because of him? He turned his back on you all those months ago and now, when you need him, he’s nowhere to be seen.”
Kenny motioned for the boys to move her into place, holding her down on the ground as they trapped her arm in a steel chair. His heart slammed against his rib cage, watching as Kenny positioned himself over the chair. He raised his foot into the air when the sound of Adam’s heavy footsteps drawing closer had Kenny’s head snapping in his direction and a broad smile wrapped across his face.
“I spoke too soon. Apparently, he’s stupider than I thought.” Kenny turned to watch Hangman’s path toward them, her arm momentarily forgotten.
That’s when she finally caught sight of him, their eyes connecting across the hall and almost stopping him in his tracks. The emotion that stormed across her face was palpable, that same heart wrenching, devastated look from a year ago - fresh as if it had been yesterday. He swallowed hard, not aware of the way his steps began to drag. He also didn’t realize that Nick had closed the distance between them, the feeling of his fist colliding with his mouth being his first clue.
Adam stumbled back a step before blinking back to reality, attention forcefully torn from her face. And it only took a moment for two years of frustration to bubble to the surface. The disappointment, the pain, the betrayal. The regret - so much regret. He bitterly wiped a knuckle across his lip, smearing blood across his hand. His eyes flicked up, connecting with Nick’s for a loaded second, danger flashing brightly enough for Nick to step a half step back. But it wasn’t enough, Adam lurched forward and grabbed his shirt with one hand, fist cracking against his cheek with the other.
Nick went to crumble but Adam didn’t allow it, holding him up as he fired off another three punches before letting him collapse. Adrenaline pumping heavy under his skin, he didn’t stop in his path, charging forward and knocking Cole onto his ass. His boot made a satisfying thud when he jammed it into his stomach, the noise driving him to kick over and over. Twice to his stomach, once against his back when he tried to squirm away, then followed up by a stomp on his arm, a sickening crack reverberating up Adam’s leg. His discipline had slipped away completely and there was nothing stopping him now as he turned his attention to Kenny, nerves in his eyes as he attempted to back away from the situation.
Adam’s pace was eerily slow now as he stalked toward Kenny until he attempted to break away. One hand around his throat, Adam slammed him against the brick wall, a hoarse croak passing his lips as he struggled to breathe.
“You’re one stupid mother fucker.” Adam’s voice was a ragged growl and Kenny stammered emptily for a response. “You think you can put your greasy hands on her and get away with it?” Kenny attempted to get his hands up in between them but Adam’s fist drove hard into his gut and all he could manage was an attempt to double over, the breath pushed out of his lungs. But Adam didn’t grant him a reprieve, punishing him again and again until his knuckles were busted open and staining Kenny’s tee. “You don’t get to fucking touch her. Do you hear me?”
A delicate hand, crooked around his elbow, stopped his onslaught, and he let Kenny drop, whirling on his heel. He hadn’t heard her get to her feet or the way she had silently padded over to him. But her, suddenly inches from him, after all these months, had his heart seizing in his chest. His hand shook when he reached between them to brush her hair behind her ear before cradling her face. She allowed herself the briefest moment to lean into it before snapping out of the daze he always left her in, and shaking her head with a step back. She had only wanted to stop him from going too far; she had no intention of sticking around to be drawn back into his gravity field. She spent years there, she couldn’t go back.
“Darlin’…” His honeyed voice wasn’t much more than a breath passed between them. He’d missed her so much more than he knew how to express. He’d picked up the phone every night since she left, daring himself to call her - to apologize for that night - but the few times he’d been drunk enough to manage it, she didn’t answer. When she took another step away, shaking her head all the while, as if to remind herself of her decision, he took a step toward her. “Darlin’…” He repeated. “Please. Just talk to me…I’m sorry.” His apology was months late, though, and they both knew it.
“It’s late, Adam. I need to go.” Her voice was hoarse and thick with emotion.
“At least let me get you over to see Doc Sampson. You really need to get your ribs looked at.” A glance down at where her shirt had ridden up was all it took to see the bruise that was already beginning to form on her skin. She hastily pushed it back down, shaking her head.
“I’m fine. I just want to get back to my hotel and forget about this entire night.” This entire year was more like it but there was no point. Her memories of the past year were seared into her brain. “Coming back was a mistake.” Offers from other companies were ever-present and ever-tempting. She’d been stupid to pretend there was anything left here for her; her friends were long gone and it was time to accept it.
But he’d watched her turn and leave before - watched her walk away for months. And the sickly feeling in his stomach told him that if he let her walk away this time, it would be the last. He couldn’t let this be the last time he saw her. And so his hand shot out before he could even pause to consider the action, wrapping around her elbow and sending a jolt so powerful through her skin that it stopped her in her tracks.
“Let me drive you back.” He held her gaze and she went to voice her protests but he stopped her. “It wasn’t a request, doll.” Her lips pressed together tight, eyes narrowed. She glanced from his face, brow heavy and eyes trying to communicate everything he didn’t know how to voice, to his large hand wrapped around her arm. A slow nod was all she could manage and he let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t over yet. The hotel was ten minutes away. He had ten minutes to convince her not to leave again - to finally put words to the way he’d felt since they met back in ROH all those years back. Everything he’d been too scared to admit, even to himself, until it was too late.
She waited for him to change out of his ring gear before they headed out. They moved in silence to his rental car, his hand hovering by her lower back, desperate to feel that spark again but worried about pushing his luck too far. He opened her door for her and she hesitated before finally sliding into the passenger seat. As he came around to the drivers side, the tightness in her chest made her wonder why she was doing this. She had promised herself she wasn’t going to fall into this trap but in the end, it hadn’t taken more than his hand on her to sway her into hearing him out.
Sitting down, his eyes were drawn to her, unable to help but notice the way her seatbelt was still unbuckled and her fingers were curled around the door handle, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. He clicked his belt into place, hoping it would encourage her to follow suit but she didn’t budge, eyes trained on the dashboard. The air in the car was suffocatingly quiet, a million unsaid words clouding the space between them. He wanted to start the car but couldn’t force his hands to move into position; couldn’t take his eyes off her. His tongue slid across his lips anxiously, hoping some words, any words, would come to him.
“I’ve missed you.” His gruff voice shattered the silence and her head snapped to him, expression softer than she would have liked. But her words were caught in her throat. She’d missed him too, whether or not she wanted to admit it. No matter how many times she told herself she needed to keep her distance, she would only be lying to herself if she said he wasn’t half the reason she was back here. “Things aren’t the same without you around.”
“Well you told me to stay away, Adam.” Her voice was quiet, not quite cold, but he flinched regardless. He’d been drunk when he said that - drunk and feeling abysmally sorry for himself - but that was no excuse. She was the only one that stayed by his side when the Elite fractured; the only one that tried to save him from himself. But he couldn’t stop from pushing her away too. Kenny had beaten him in his number one contenders match and Hangman spiraled hard. He hadn’t deserved her loyalty and it had suffocated him until he couldn’t breathe, until he snapped under the pressure to be worthy of it. “I was just doing what you told me.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” His sincerity was undeniable and she swallowed hard, studying the subtle curves of his face as if she would ever be able to forget them. Even in the darkness of the evening, moonlight showcasing his silhouette, he looked better than he had the last time they spoke. The bags under his eyes were noticeably relieved, that sunken look all but washed away. Maybe her time away had been good. Maybe he’d been better off without her. She forced her eyes back to the dashboard, chest clenched. “I regret saying that the moment you left. I tried to go after you but you were already gone.”
“Well I didn’t see the point in sticking around when I was clearly not wanted.” Her voice was notably more bitter that time. She’d thought about the things she would say to him a hundred times since she went back home. Some days it was all she thought about. Sometimes it played out that she yelled until her throat ached - telling him that he was an idiot for sending away the only person left that cared. Sometimes she broke down and admit how much he’d hurt her, how she was in love with him and had been for as long as she could remember; how she thought he might have felt the same way only to have him throw it all back in her face. Every day ended the same though - with her ignoring his missed calls and pretending her life felt right without him.
“I was an idiot.” He admit. “I couldn’t see past the end of my glass and I said so many things I didn’t mean. I care so much about you, darlin’, you have to know that.” He couldn’t physically stop himself from reaching across and brushing his knuckles down the length of her arm, sending fizzles of electricity through her skin. She jerked away from him, clutching the door handle tight in her hand. She couldn’t let him use their connection to make her forgive and forget. “I am so sorry if I made you doubt that.”
“If?” Her voice cracked on the word, head swiveling back to him, and he swallowed hard. “Adam, you couldn’t have been more clear. You told me that we were only even friends because of Kenny. You told me outright that I was stupid for following you around after they left you. You said I should have accepted when Kenny asked me out - when you knew - you knew -“ she couldn’t continue the sentence, anger and hurt wringing her dry. “You told me I needed to get a life and stay out of yours. There was no ‘if’ about it. You told me yourself that you didn’t care about me. No room for doubt.”
Adam ruffled a hand through his hair, head falling back against the headrest. His words had been on repeat in his head since they left his mouth but it was infinitely harder hearing them come from hers.
“I don’t…I…” He stammered, tongue sliding across his lip. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just so fucking sorry.”
She shook her head, leaning way back in her seat, and crossing her arms over her chest. It didn’t matter anymore. The damage was done.
“Can we just go? I’m tired and I have an early flight tomorrow.” She muttered dismissively. Adam didn’t miss that she hadn’t accepted his apology. She wouldn’t even look at him. He was going to need to do a lot better than that and was starting to understand that a ten minute drive might not be enough to undo the damage he had done.
He started the car with a sigh, taking one last lingering look at her before pulling out of the parking lot and attempting to focus on the road. The tension crept back in quickly and she let her gaze wander over to his hands gripped tight around the wheel, veins raised and straining against his skin.
Minutes passed in a stifling quiet before he couldn’t hold back any more. He didn’t have the time to wait for a better opportunity. If he didn’t push his luck, he was going to miss his chance.
“It wasn’t about you…not really.” His voice drew her attention up from where she was fiddling with her hands. When she didn’t respond, he pressed on. “I was so twisted up, darlin’. I felt…toxic. I didn’t want my failures to poison you too. So I said anything I could to drive you away.” Her breathing faltered, coming out shaky, and she reached a hand up to her lips, fingers feathering across them. He spared a glance at her to gauge her reaction. But her head was spinning.
“You were never toxic…” Was all she could manage, barely even audible beyond her fingers. Hangman almost mustered a half smile at that but ended up closer to a grimace.
“Not sure there’s anything in the world that could have convinced me of that.” He riffled a hand through his hair, trying to push past the walls that kept trying to form around his vulnerability. “I knew you deserved better than the worthless pile of self destruction that I’d become. I was only going to drag you down.”
“Adam…” She breathed out.
“I’m not tryin’ to make excuses, I just wanted to explain myself…explain that it was always because I wasn’t good enough. Not because you…” He cut himself off and she blinked, waiting for the rest of the sentence that never came. His hands flexed around the wheel as they came to a stoplight, the colors shining across her face. He’d never gotten used to how striking she was; his breath had stopped short in his chest when he first saw her and that never really stopped. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
And she believed him. Even at her lowest moments, at her most angry, she never believed he actually wanted to cause that much pain. He was drunk and callous but he was still her Adam.
She could feel her defenses eroding with every passing second and it was exactly what she had been worried about. She’d always been so susceptible to Adam’s exact brand of charm and sincerity. It was why she told herself to keep her distance now that she was back but she should have known that was never going to be possible. Hell, she was surprised that ignoring his calls worked for as long as it did. He was all too liable to show up on her front step with those puppy dog eyes and that smile that made her stomach hurt, to convince her to forgive him.
“It’s been miserable without you.” He pressed. She hadn’t been saying much during this conversation and her face was too hard for him to read in this lighting. He assumed that no response was better than yelling but, at this point, he would have taken the yelling just for some clarity.
“You look like you’ve been doing okay for yourself.” It wasn’t a yell. She was exceedingly calm. He swallowed hard, giving another swipe of his tongue across his lips in that way she couldn’t look away from. “Almost seem like you’re better off since I left.” Those words came out a bit more strangled than she’d meant to. She was happy he was doing better - she just hated to think that she had been the thing holding him back all this time.
He gaped at her, the idea that he’d been better in any way in her absence was beyond foreign to him. These had been the longest, most difficult months of his career - none of it felt right without her.
“I don’t…I mean, yeah I’ve finally got my career back on track but that’s not because you’re gone. If anything, it’s in spite of it.” He struggled to keep his eyes on the road as he spoke, needing these words to really reach her. “It took me almost a full year to get back to where I started when you left. I guarantee you, if you’d been by my side all this time, I would have gotten here six months ago.”
“Adam-“ Her tone was dismissive and he cut her off before she could protest.
“Don’t ‘Adam’ me! You have been pushing me to be the best version of myself for years now. And I was punishing myself when I said those things to you - so caught up in hating myself that I ruined the one thing in my life that was ever really worth a damn.” He’d gotten louder and wasn’t sure when that started to happen. He just couldn’t let her think that any of this bullshit meant anything without her. “I can’t tell you how many times I picked up the phone after a big match because the only person in the world that I wanted to talk to about it was you.”
Her breathing was coming in unevenly now as they crept closer to the heart of it. Dancing around the things they never said to each other. Her blood heated beneath her skin and she was certain that if there was enough light, he would have seen the way color tinted her cheeks.
“Nothing is right without you in my life, darlin’.” His voice was softer now, hazy with emotion and barely restrained thoughts that had been swirling since their fight. “I need you around. You’re my… my partner.” His brow furrowed as he met her eyes with an intensity that she had to look away from. “I need my partner back.”
“I don’t think I can be that person for you anymore.” Even if he hadn’t hurt her, even if she did agree to forgive him for everything he’d said, things between them were too complicated now. There was too much history for her to move forward.
Adam’s face fell, heart plummeting to his feet. The sharp pain that ripped through his chest hit harder than he expected. He couldn’t stomach the idea of seeing her every week and not being able to talk to her.
“Please, I’m so god damn sorry about the shit that I said. I can’t say that enough, love. Just let me make it up to you. I swear to god, I’ll do anything!”
“It’s not that simple!” She tried to interject into his pleading but he didn’t care to hear it.
“It can be! Darlin’ come on! I can’t just pass you backstage every week and pretend that we’re strangers. You’re my best friend - I won’t just act like-“
“Adam, I’m leaving!” Her voice finally broke through his pleading and he stopped short. He wet his lips again, blinking back at her, physically incapable of keeping his eyes on the road now. She could feel her heart racing out of control with her admission, the look on his face striking down to her core, all confusion and heartbreak, probably not dissimilar to the look she imagined she’d had the night of their fight. “That’s why I was here tonight…I came to meet with Tony, to thank him for how understanding he’d been about my time away…and to tell him I needed out of my contract.”
“Out of your…” He shook his head, fingers raking through his beard as his mind wrapped around her words. “You can’t be serious. You’re leaving AEW?” She nodded and the lump in his throat grew, making it difficult to speak over, choking his words. “Look, I know things have been tough, between Kenny, and the Bucks, and…and me…I know but, sweetheart, you’re so much better than Impact. I’ve watched what you’ve been doing there this past year and you’re a star. You should be here, kicking ass and wracking up a title reign that no one can touch.”
“WWE offered me a contract.” The sentence felt dirty coming out of her mouth. She’d been original to this company and thought she’d be with them until the end. The betrayal on Adam’s face was a punch to her chest. “A generous one.” It wasn’t about the money but it definitely didn’t hurt. “My flight in the morning is headed to Stanford. I’m supposed to be signing a contract at ten.”
“Darlin’, don’t do this…” His voice was a warning, barely a rumble, as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. He’d been wrong when they left. He was already out of time.
“It’s already done, Adam. Tony granted me my release while you were getting changed.”
“Well then lets turn around now! We’ll go back to the venue and tell him you changed your mind! He’ll take you back in a second, you know that!” His voice was loud but not angry. Just firmly in denial, shaking his head over and over. She couldn’t stand the wild look in his eyes, desperate and frantic, so she yanked the door open, heading into the lot. There was no way she could sit still in that car, that close to him. He followed after her, his long legs quickly allowing him to catch up.
“There’s nothing left for me there for me. It’s time for a fresh start.” She barely spared a look back at him and he groaned.
“I’m here! Stay with me! Please, don’t go. I need you…” He was begging now but he didn’t care. She was exasperated, though. This decision was hard enough as it was, he had no right to stand here and make it harder for her.
“Why? Because you need someone to talk to after your matches go well? Or someone to take it out on when you lose? That’s not a reason to stay.”
“Then stay because I’m in love with you!” He shouted into the quiet of the night, knocking the air out of her lungs and stopping her dead in her tracks. She didn’t turn at first but he took the final steps toward her until she could feel the heat of his chest against her back. “And I think you might be in love with me too.” His breath tickled against the back of her neck, raising goosebumps down the full length of her spine.
“I…I…don’t know what…I…” All she could manage was an incoherent stammer and Adam moved in closer, fully pressed against her now until neither of them could breathe. He’d had countless dreams about being this close to her over the last year. But being here while he was awake was so much more dizzying. The smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, the way her form fit perfectly against his - it was overwhelming and took every ounce of self control he had not to wrap his arms around her like he always did in his dreams.
“Give us a chance…please. We owe it ourselves to give this an actual shot, darlin’, please.” His voice was a low rumble against her ear, his honeyed drawl irresistible as ever, heating her from the inside. She wasn’t even conscious of herself turning around until their faces were a breath apart. “Don’t leave me. Not again.”
His warm, calloused hand dwarfed her face as it settled against her cheek, cradling her jaw. She leaned into his palm, turning just enough for her lips to press against his skin, sending a spark up Adam’s arm. His thumb stroked her face, not letting his eyes drift from hers, watching the war that raged behind them.
“I swear to god, baby, just give me one chance to prove how good we could be and I will never hurt you again.” He brushed her hair behind her ear before gripping her face with both hands. If there was any chance this could be last time he got to feel her, he needed as much as he could get.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she scrambled to remember all the reasons she had this morning for staying away from him. But it was pointless, one look into those magnetic blue eyes that were piercing down into her soul, and she was stuck. Adam Page was so deep in her veins, there was no getting him out now. Her lips parted in an attempt to steady her breathing and his gaze drifted down to them.
“Adam, please…” But she wasn’t really even sure what she was asking for. Her chest rose and fell, brushing against his each time and he stepped into her, urging her back a step until her back bumped against a car. The cold metal of the car door sent a shiver through her body. “Show me.”
He hardly let her get the whispered words out before he pulled her face to his, lips colliding in a soft but needy kiss. Electricity crackled between them, the sensation of her lips on his after all this time was sweet and intoxicating. He pulled back after what felt like a lifetime but had realistically only been a few moments, eyes frantically scanning her for her reaction. His tongue traced his lips, savoring the way her taste lingered. Her effect on him was stronger than a double shot of whiskey and ten times more addicting.
Her eyes widened while she gasped for air. But air wasn’t as important as getting more of him. Her hands moved up into his hair, tugging him back to her and he reacted in an instant, hips pinning her to the car. When his lips met hers this time, it was different, hungry, something he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop now that it’d started.
He didn’t have the patience to be gentle anymore, devouring her. Her fingers tangled in his curls, pulling sharply, and he growled into her mouth, snapping his hips against hers. When his tongue slipped past her lips, she let out a breathy moan that wound every nerve in his body tight, blood rushing between his legs. His hand skated down to her waist, bunching her shirt beneath his fingers. She arched into him, her brain a total fog now, the only thing left was him, every bit of her common sense out the window.
His free hand curled around her thigh, guiding it up around his hip, leaning her further back against the car and allowing him the space to step between her legs. Their tongues twirled around each other’s while he ground into her core. Heat pooled low in her belly and her nails dug into his scalp. His hand slid under her shirt, burning a trail across her skin before palming at her chest. She rocked up into him, his erection straining against his jeans and heavy against her thigh. His lips travelled across the line of her jaw and down her throat, sucking hard at the soft skin and pulling a lofty moan from her mouth.
That noise was setting fire to Hangman’s brain, driving out everything around them, his entire world shifting on its axis. The only thing that mattered anymore was hearing more of that noise. He dragged the cup of her bra out of his way, thumb brushing over her, nipple pebbling under his touch. Capturing it between his fingers, he pinched and rolled the sensitive skin, teeth scraping over her neck. Her hips moved rhythmically now, desperate for friction, her helpless whimpers penetrating through the silence of the night air.
His lips wandered lower, dipping into her collarbone and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She was his - even if it was only for tonight - she was all his and he was going to leave proof of it. His hand flittered down in time with his lips, teeth dragging the neckline of her shirt out of his way as he toyed with the button of her jeans. She gripped hard at his hair as his fingers slipped beneath her waistband, flirting with the lacy edges of her panties.
The flash of headlights pulling into the lot had them jumping apart, reality crashing into them in a powerful wave. Panting and plastered against the car, she ran a shaky hand through her hair. She’d entirely disappeared into their moment, the fact that they were still in a very public parking lot the furthest thought from her mind until then. She watched Adam’s tongue dart across his lips, eyes several shades darker than they’d been minutes before, his need palpable and etched into every hard line of his face. It was a look she had never seen on him before and it sent a pulse through her core, her panties entirely soaked through.
“Adam,” Her voice was hoarse and he raked his eyes over her disheveled clothes, “take me upstairs.”
“Yes ma’am.” He took her hand in his, pulling her after him into the hotel lobby. Blood pulsing in his ears, he couldn’t slow down long enough to wait for the elevator to come, leading her straight to the stairs but only made it as far as the first landing before pressing her against the wall and kissing her breathless again. She gasped into his mouth and his fingers tangled in the hair behind her ear, thumb brushing over her cheek when he pulled back. “Darlin, if you don’t stop making those noises, I’m never going to be able to make it to your room.”
She pressed her body back into him with a brief kiss before nudging past his arm. Leading him by the hand, she glanced back, struck by the look in his eyes - so much deeper than just the lust and need than she expected. This was really, finally happening. Her stomach fluttered in an entirely new way.
When they arrived at her door, he sandwiched his body tightly against her back while he waited for her to fish her key out of her purse. A muscular arm wrapped around her waist to hold her to him and his lips dancing across her neck, she could hardly focus on the task at hand, fumbling with the door. She finally got it open and he all but shoved her inside, kicking the door closed impatiently behind him.
He didn’t waste any time, spinning her around to face him and pushing her against the wall. Hoisting her up, he tapped at her thighs to encourage her to wrap them around his waist while he met her lips in a demanding kiss. One hand against the wall and the other tight around her upper thigh, he rocked into her once before carrying her to the bed.
He dropped her onto the mattress and she leaned back onto her elbows, looking up at where he stood between her legs. His movements were more deliberate this time, slowly leaning down to kiss her with his fingers buried in her hair, the other hand creeping up her inner thigh.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He breathed the words against her lips, fingers creeping toward the button of her jeans. She worked at undoing the snaps of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest beneath her fingers.
“Me too, Adam. Since the day I met you.” Her head tipped back when his lips made the journey down her neck. His fingers curled around the hem of her shirt, clenching and unclenching before finally peeling it off her and tossing it aside. As she got the last snap on his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders, one hand traversing over the hard muscles of his chest while her legs wrapped around his waist.
His lips moved uninhibited down to her chest, his beard rough against the skin, and her arm looped around his neck. He dragged the strap of her bra down so he could kiss and nip his way over her cleavage. She didn’t bother to waste time, reaching behind her back to unhook the bra and pull it out of his way. His tongue traced across his lips as he finally took in the sight of her exposed chest and the hunger in his eyes sent pangs of need spiking through her. Dipping his head down, he traced his tongue in circles over her nipple, a rough hand kneading at the other breast. He raked his teeth over the sensitive bud and she moaned out, fingers digging into his shoulder blade.
“God, Adam.” The sound of his name on her lips when he touched her was enough to make him throb, his jeans uncomfortably tight. Sucking on her nipple, he rolled the other between his fingers as his hips rutted against her.
His tongue traced its way from her breast, down her sternum, dipping into her naval as he sank to his knees. He unbuttoned her jeans before using both hands to tug them off her legs so they pooled below him and gripped her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed. His kisses trailed over her stomach, hesitating as he arrived at the bruise Kenny’s boot had left on her earlier that evening. It felt like a million years ago now but sent an instant rush of rage and guilt bubbling through him.
His eyes flicked up to her but her face was all softness and want. She brushed a hand over the side of his face.
“I’m fine. I promise, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” She assured him and he let out a conflicted breath across her skin. Eyes pinned to her, he placed ginger kisses over every inch of bruising, thumbs dug into her inner thighs.
After ensuring he had covered every bit of skin, his lips travelled lower, tongue tracing the waistband of her panties while his thumb edged up to circle over the soaked fabric covering her core. Her hips rocked against him, seeking out his touch, and he pressed down more firmly, drawing a whiny moan from her lips. He savored the moment, his control over her pleasure, laving his tongue over her lace covered core.
“Adammmm,” She whined, “don’t tease.” But he had no intention of stopping. He’d promised to show her exactly how good they could be together and he was damn well going to show her how thigh-shakingly good it could be until she was begging for release.
Wrapping his arm around her thigh, he brought her in closer to him, sinking his teeth into the thick flesh of her inner thigh. She squealed, hands clenching and unclenching in his curls before he soothed the spot with his tongue. Arching toward him, she attempted to guide his head to where she needed him the most but he didn’t budge, sucking her soft skin between his lips until she squirmed, another mark proving she was his.
He nosed against the crook where thigh met lace before trailing his tongue over her heat. She scrambled to attempt to pull her panties out of the way but he only untwined their fingers, pinning her hand to the mattress.
“Patience, darlin’.” He cooed, the tickle of his breath making her whimper. She’d never needed anything in her life as much as she needed him right now. She didn’t realize it was possible to need anything this much but her head was spinning and fuzzy and, Jesus, he was the only thing that could fix it.
He pressed his tongue down hard enough to part her folds through the lace, working it up and down. Her head fell back, a breathy moan his reward as he moved. His pace picked up quickly, the lace rough against her center, and she couldn’t stop from rocking her hips up toward him. She kept a firm hand in his hair, urging him to hit all the right spot. Releasing her hand, he reached up to grope at her chest, tweaking her nipple between his fingers, and she cried out in response. He could feel her desperation as she got closer, already wound so tight for him. The pressure in her lower belly was swelling out of control and she struggled not to chase the inevitable high; she wasn’t ready for it to end.
“Let go for me, beautiful. Let me taste you. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” The rumble of his words against her core was enough to make her cry out, wobbling on the edge of relief. He pinched harder at her nipple, sucking at her clit through the lace, and she snapped, hands grasping wildly for any support she could get as she arched off the mattress.
Adam gave a satisfied hum as her body settled back into the mattress, arms laid out heavy at her sides. He kissed over the lace one last time before hooking his thumbs into the waist and rolling her panties off her body, flinging them somewhere behind him. Kissing a trail up and down her inner thigh, he waited for her to catch her breath before smoothing his hands over her hips. He shifted just enough to meet her eyes before slipping his hands down to her soaked, sensitive core. Using both thumbs, he spread her lips wide for him and ran the flat of his tongue in a broad stroke across her, groaning at the sweet taste of her orgasm. A shaky, high pitched cry echoed around the room at the sensation and he repeated the action.
“God, you taste so fuckin’ good, darlin’.” His remark was a near moan as he coated his tongue with her slick, using just the tip to trace through every inch of her folds, memorizing her. If she left tomorrow, he never wanted to forget a single detail of her body and the way it reacted to him.
Her moans filled the room quickly as his tongue flicked over her clit, her fingers in her hair for support more than anything because it was clear that he knew what she needed more than she ever did. His ministrations had her barreling toward a second climax faster than she had ever experienced, hardly even aware of herself anymore. She ground against his face without thought, head tipped back with broken cries.
“Adam, fuck, I - fuck! Please!” Her legs shook when his moan vibrated against her core, the coil inside her snapping and sending her over the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed before relaxing and her chest heaved trying to regain her breath.
He grinned against her glistening folds, gently lapping at her while she twitched. But he wasn’t satisfied. He was going to wring every orgasm he could out of her. Slipping her leg up onto his shoulder, he dragged his index finger up and down her folds, delighting in the way her entire body shuddered, a breathless whine squeaking out of her.
“Such a pretty little pussy.” His dirty mouth had her involuntarily clenching around air and he chuckled. Fuck, he loved watching her react to him. He used two fingers, swirling around her clit before slipping down to her entrance, and she gasped. He pushed his thick digits inside her slowly, feeling the way she squeezed around them. “So tight and needy for me, baby. Think my cock will fit in this sweet cunt?” He pumped his fingers teasingly slow and she arched toward him.
“God, please, Adam. I need it so bad, please.” Her voice was raked over coals, desperate and breathy, and made him throb in the tight confines of his jeans.
“Not yet. Be a good girl and let me taste you one last time. Cum for me again and I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He moved his fingers faster now and she trembled, muscles weak. A jolt shot through her spine when he brought his lips to her clit, sucking hard at the overstimulated bundle of nerves. She bucked against him, his fingers curling up to find her g-spot, a steady stream of cries and curses filling his ears. His tongue circled around her, his beard rough against her core while he worked her over.
Her hand gripped the sheets beneath her, the other tugging hard at his hair and making him growl against her. She whimpered when he lifted her hips up off the mattress to hold her closer. Her head spun as he stroked over her spot again and again, tongue lashing against her clit. Eyes rolled back, her entire body trembled, another orgasm closing in on her. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers and picked up his pace. When he raked his teeth over her clit, her back arched her completely off the bed, orgasm crashing violently into her and whiting out her vision.
Her muscles went limp in his arms but he didn’t slow down, not giving her a chance to breathe or ready herself. He kept up his pace, sucking at her clit and driving shuddering, jolted cries from her. Her body shook and twitched from the stimulation until it rolled right into another toppling orgasm. She gasped for breaths that couldn’t come fast enough and he finally lowered her body back down to the mattress, easing his fingers out of her.
He let her breathe as he gently kissed up her body, his bare chest pressed against hers. When she finally regained a semblance of her brain, her fingers knotted back into his hair, dragging him into a kiss that she hadn’t fully prepared for. She gasped against him and his tongue reunited with hers, the taste of her still strong on his tongue and his beard dripping with her orgasms.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He whispered against her, jean clad erection pressed to her core. She didn’t bother to think, fingers fumbling between their bodies to get him fully undressed. He let out a chuckle, the rumbling noise hitting deep in her center. “I’ve got it, sweetheart.”
He urged her back and she watched, lips parted, as he tugged at his belt. She could see him straining against his jeans, thick and beyond ready for her. Licking her lips, she waited impatiently for him to slide it fully out of his belt loops and undo his button. Thumbs hooked into his waist, he pulled jeans and boxers down over his thick thighs and she swallowed hard. He was hard as steel, a large vein wrapping along the thick length.
Crawling onto the bed, between her legs, he hovered over her frame. Brushing the hair back from her face, his lips brushed her forehead before settling on her lips. She leaned up into him, his cock heavy against her center.
“Ready, love?” He dragged his tip through her folds and she nodded. She had never been so ready. His big blue eyes were intense on hers, searching her for any hesitance but found nothing but want. Her hands laced up into his curls, pulling him back to her lips as her leg wrapped around his waist.
He notched his crown at her entrance, a strained arm holding himself up over her. Slowly, he pushed forward, stretching her walls and sliding deep inside until he was fully seated, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. She squeezed around him and he bunched the sheets beneath his fingers, cursing. Her moan mingled with his, indulgent and throaty, her eyes rolling back.
“So fucking good, darlin’. Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned into the nook of her neck. Her arms wound around his shoulders and he pulled out to the tip before thrusting back into her.
He tried to go slowly for her but couldn’t stop himself after a few more thrusts, his need for her swelling out of control. His hips snapped against hers, deep and fast, and she arched into him, her nails raking down his back only driving him more. He rocked in and out, bottoming out and trying to savor every second, every noise, every inch of her blissed out face.
His fingers curled around the bars of the headboard, shifting up onto knees, slamming into the wall with each thrust.
She flipped them over, pushing him backwards as she crawled over his lap. He tried to sit up with her but she pressed his chest back down into the mattress. Licking his lips, he admired her body, out on display for him. She ground against his cock a hand on his chest to steady herself. Using her other hand, she reached between their bodies, lining him up with her entrance and sinking down on his length with a groan. Adam’s head fell back, eyes shuddering closed as she stretched around him. He smoothed a hand up the curve of her waist and thumbed over her nipple.
She quickly fell back into a rhythm, bouncing on his cock. He pinched her nipple, eyes glued to the way her tits moved. She ran a hand through her hair and rolled her hips, taking every inch of him. His hands slipped down, gripping hard enough at her hips to leave marks, encouraging her movements.
“Squeeze those tits for me, pretty girl. You’re so god damn perfect.” He growled when she did as he asked, committing the sight to memory. Her thighs quivered when he circled his thumb over her clit. She began to pulse around his cock, her movements becoming jerky and irregular.
Adam pushed himself up enough for his back to lean against the bed frame. His arms wound tight around her, holding her in place as he snapped up into her. Her face buried in his neck, she cried out against him as he hammered deep inside. She tugged hard at his hair and he groaned, his cock twitching when her body trembled beyond control. He crashed his lips into hers for a messy, open mouthed kiss, her moans sharp and rhythmic until she fell over the edge and they became a noiseless breath. Her walls clenched like a vice around him, pulsing and pulling him into a wild climax, his hot release filling her up with a strangled groan.
Their motions slowed until they were finally still, their bodies tangled together, hands tangled in each other’s hair. He scattered kisses over every inch of her face.
“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’.” He groaned, rolling his hips, still deep inside her. “You’ve got me so far in over my head.” He hadn’t even really meant to say it, it just slipped out, his forehead pressed to hers. Her chest fluttered, kissing him once before leaning her head against his shoulder. He rubbed large, rough hands over her back, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, baby.”
She didn’t stir, the reality of the evening crashing over her. She’d dreamed of this night for so many years, it felt unreal now that it happened. But it was so much more complicated now. He cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes landed heavy on his, trapped once again in that magnetic gaze. She couldn’t breath under that gaze and she couldn’t deny the way he made her feel.
“I love you too, Adam.” The admission was heavy and hung between them for a few beats before a bright smile rose to his face. He smoothed her hair down.
“Stay with me, then. Be with me.” He insisted and she let out a shaky sigh.
“I’m supposed to be in Stanford in the morning…”
“So what? Blow them off. We’ll go talk to Tony. Together.” He wasn’t dissuaded by her hesitance. He knew he had her now - she loved him and that was all he needed. He could do anything now that he had that.
“Adam…” She struggled to summon a single reason not to. She’d spent so long denying herself - denying that they could actually be together but here he was, in love with her and willing to do what it took to make it work.
“Be with me. It’s time we both stop overthinking this.” His thumb stroked her cheek, the last of her defenses ebbing away by the second. “Come back and be my partner again. Don’t walk away from this. Not when we’re finally this close.” Her heart hammered in her chest, her throat dry. “Tell me you’ll stay, darlin’. Please. I don’t think I could take it if you left now.” She nodded before she could stop herself and he angled his head down at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…” She finally conceded. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s give it a shot.” Her voice was more confident that time, the decision settling more warmly in her gut. His smile stretched broadly across his face as he dove into her, trapping her beneath him once again as he kissed her, smile melded against her lips.
“That’s my girl.” His voice was soft, forehead pressed to hers. She liked the sound of that.
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middmjf · 2 months ago
Jealousy, jealousy
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Pairing: Hangman page x reader
The lights in the bar were bright as I sipped my drink watching my boyfriend talk to a random girl , they laughed and I rolled my eyes.
“What’s with the face?” Anna smirked, I gulped my drink “what do you mean?” She chuckled “you’ve been glaring daggers at the red head for the past 10 minutes”
Shaking my head I sipped my drink “am not. Just observing” her eyes scanned me “okay.. if you say so” I slammed my drink down as I watched her squeeze his arm, Anna held me back “don’t cause a scene”
Scoffing I shrugged her off “I’m not just going to say hi” I fixed my dress and walked slowly to them, she continued talking as Adam turned to look at me his face softened and he gave me a smile.
My heart fluttered, as I got closer I noticed she gripped his hand to get his attention and there it was again. This feeling, when I got right in front of them they both looked at me.
Dark order members staring at us “hey baby you-“ I cut him off by pressing my lips to his and pulling him into a deep kiss. His hands immediately on my waist, pulling me flush against him. Silver and Uno going crazy as they cheered.
My tongue sliding into his mouth exploring he moaned his fingers clawing at me waist. I pulled away and his eyes remained closed, slowly they fluttered open.
I wiped my lip gloss off his stained lips, and smirked “just missed you” I turned to glare at the girl and she rolled her eyes. I walked away and I could feel his gaze on me as I swayed my hips walking back to Anna.
She smirked “not jealous?” I grabbed another drink “absolutely not. Just had to show that bitch he’s mine” we high fived and watched as the girl slipped hangman her number he looked taken aback
Shaking his head he walked back to me “hey baby girl you ready to go?” He asked standing in front of me “already?” I asked leaning against the bar, he caged me in “yeah we gotta take care of some business” he licked his lips eyeing me up and down
He kissed me softly “need to use the restroom first” he left his wallet and phone next to me. When he walked away I looked around, Anna froze “what are you doing?” She hissed
“Throwing her number away. He shouldn’t have even got it in the first place he’s in for it big time” I chucked it behind the bar and Hangman stood behind me
His hands on my hips “ready baby?” I nodded smiling innocently, Anna waved bye and I grabbed my stuff “I saw you throw away the paper with that girl’s number on it.” He smirked
My mouth fell open “Wha- I didn’t-” he laughed “Thought I wouldn’t notice? You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” “Well, I-” I tried to explain
“Why’d you do it?” He asked. “Um- uh- accident?”he gave me a look “Fine! Iwasjealous.” I said fast “Hm?” He got closer to me. “... I. Was. Jealous.”
Hangman put his hands on my waist pulling me against him “There it is.” I rolled me eyes “Fuck you. What do you want?” Pinching him softly “Well, certainly not that girl’s number.”
I crossed my arms “Mhm you’re still not off the hook for talking to her or accepting her number” he hugged me tight “I only did it because I knew you were watching and you’re so hot when you’re jealous”
He kissed down my neck and I tried to push him off pretending I was angry but I wasn’t. I was putty in his arms and he knew it. “Why don’t we go back to our room and I show you how you’re the only one for me”
We walked out his arm around my shoulder my hand in his “you got a lot of kissing ass to do” he kissed my head “oh don’t worry you’ll forget all about it after I got you bent over the coun-“ I smacked his chest “Adam!” He laughed pulling me into a kiss as we walked.
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elitehunter · a month ago
I'm A Drifter (And I Know That Doesn’t Do Me Any Good)
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Original Female Character
Summary: When he pictured himself being so close to the World Heavyweight Championship again, he never imagined it would be against his former tag partner. Poised an inch away from his dream and feeling miles away from his former friends, Hangman Adam Page considers taking his shot to get something else he's been been wanting. If only he can make his move. Is what he wants just a kiss away or is he too late? Is it actually what he wants at all?
warnings: smut (other chapters), language, alcohol consumption.  notes: Hello! Here is the first chapter of my sequel to I'm On A Blood Buzz (Nick Jackson x OFC). This story follows Hangman Adam Page and an OFC of his own. If you didn't read Blood Buzz here is the TLDR:In May 2021, Nick was asked to go on a good will tour of wrestling schools to both scout some talent and make appearances as an EVP. Someone pointed him in the direction of a gym in Canada where he met Becca, the daughter of a former wrestler who never quite made it but was while loved. The two of them are instantly at odds but also not so secretly attracted to one another. Becca struggles to keep the gym afloat, but with help from Nick and old friends like Ethan Page and Christian Cage, they find ways to facilitate her keeping her father's dream alive while also signing her as a coach/trainer with AEW part-time. 
In Blood Buzz, I also introduced three other original characters including Addie - a seamstress, Mack - Tony Khan's no-nonsense assistant, and Sloan - the newest Community Outreach team member. All four OFCs will be making an appearance here!
Chapter One of this story runs concurrently with the first part of chapter 5 of Blood Buzz, so if you read that, you'll see some of the same conversations and moments but from very different perspectives through this series. I hope you enjoy it.
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I'm A Drifter (And I Know That Doesn’t Do Me Any Good) - Chapter One
There was a loud commotion in the hallway before suddenly something banged against the door, rattling it in its frame. Her eyebrows lifted and she rose from where she’d been working and opened the door. She didn’t see anything right away, but then she looked down and saw John Silver on the ground, holding a foam football.
Her eyebrows lifted. “You okay?
He sprang to his feet and flashed her a bright smile that crinkled his eyes. “I’m great. Sorry about that.”
She opened her mouth to reply when Alex jogged up, he had a wiffle ball bat in one hand. “I told you to go long, man.”
“There was no more long to go!” Silver explained, gesturing to the door. 
“What are you guys playing?” she asked, tilting her head. 
“It’s a game we invented,” Silver explained proudly just as Preston raced by on a set of roller skates. 
She heard hurried footsteps running after him and glanced passed Alex and smiled when she saw Adam chasing after 10. “That’s a foul!”
“We got rid of fouls during our last test round. So that’s negative seventy points for calling a false foul,” Stu reminded him as he walked by with a hockey stick. 
Addie pursed her lips to keep from laughing. “Is the hallway really the best place to be playing this game?” she questioned. 
Silver shrugged. “We already got told not to play it in the parking lot.”
“Yeah, FTR really did not like that we kept running into their truck,” Alex admitted.
“So this was the only option left.”
She did laugh at that, shaking her head at antics she’d grown increasingly used to over the recent months. Leaning in the doorframe and folding her arms across her chest she watched as Silver rubbed his head and frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He nodded at her. “I’m fine, really,” he assured her with a warm smile. 
None of them noticed Negative One walking up, his mask on and a kendo stick in hand, until he snatched the foam football from Silver’s grasp and bolted down the hallway. “3,000 points!” he screamed. 
“Brodie! Get back here!” Silver shouted, chasing after him with Alex hot on his heels. 
She turned and realized Adam was still standing there. “So we’ve got hockey sticks, kendo sticks, wiffle ball bats. What’ve you got?”
He looked at her with a sheepish grin. “They got me a Hobby Horse, you know — those sticks with the horse head on it for kids. But instead of buying one, they made it and … frankly it’s a little traumatizing, so I left it in lair.”
She stifled a laugh. “A little more like the Godfather than a kids toy?”
He nodded at her with a lopsided grin. “Something like that.” His hand moved to the back of his neck and he gestured. “Want to join us?”
“I don’t know the rules,” she pointed out. 
“None of us do,” he admitted with a laugh. 
“ADAM! Hurry up! We need you!” Silver shouted somewhere down the corridor. 
She bit on her lip and gestured back inside. “I’ve got some alterations to make before the show tonight,” she told him, noting the way his face seemed to fall. “But why don’t you come by later and tell me who won?”
He nodded as Silver called his name again. “I’ll see you then, darlin’,” he winked as he took a few steps backwards before turning to join the others.
“Well, well, look who it is.”
Adam looked up, having been distracted on his way to the lair. He’d been backstage, talking to Tony Khan’s assistant, Mack, when his friends had made their way out to the ring and he’d caught in on the monitors.
“Hey, if you actually are talking about the same person that I think you’re talking about, I don’t think he would appreciate you speaking on behalf of him.”
Kenny had, admittedly, been right about that. Hangman wasn’t sure how he felt about his friends speaking for him while he was still getting used to the idea that, as number one contender, he was staring a match with his former partner and friend in the face.
The fact that Kenny still knew him well enough to know that made him wonder what else Kenny was right about.
“Also, if you’re talking about the same person that I think you’re talking about, I don’t think he has the guts to face Kenny Omega.”
Still, he shook himself out of his thoughts as he spotted Rebecca Wainwright in the hallway — seemingly wrapping up a conversation with Wheeler Yuta. She patted the other man on the shoulder as he waved and went off in the other direction as Adam approached, slowing to a halt in front of her. 
“Hey there, didn’t know you were going to be here this week,” he greeted her, pulling her into a warm hug.
Becca had shown up a couple of weeks ago and immediately found herself in need of a ride to the arena from the airport, which Hangman and Dark Order had been more than happy to provide. The owner of a gym in Canada that she’d inherited from her father, the brunette had felt like something of a kindred spirit to him and they’d managed to become fast friends.
The most surprising thing about her was the fact that she’d been recruited as a contractor by Nick and there seemed to be something going on between them, but that was neither here nor there for him. He wasn’t about to drag anyone into his old grudges. Maybe that was why Uno and the others interceding on his behalf rubbed him the wrong way.
Though, if he were being honest, he knew there was more to it than that.
A hand waving in front of his face and a light laugh pulled him back into the moment and he realized Becca must have asked him a question.
“Sorry,” he told her sheepishly.
“It’s fine. I was saying that I didn’t expect to show up either, but Mackenzie is very persuasive.”
“You’ve got that right,” he huffed out a chuckle.
“She wanted me to come back and work with some of the newer talent before you guys get back on the road next week.”
“Careful or she’ll suck you in and you’ll be here full-time,” he joked, but he instantly saw some hesitation in her eyes and flashed her a sympathetic nod. “If only you didn’t have other responsibilities, we could car pool again.”
Becca laughed softly. “Well, I don’t know about every week or even doing this again,” she admitted, casting a glance down at the floor.
“Nick?” he ventured a guess. 
“You know him.”
“I used to think that I did.”
Becca’s eyes moved back to him. “I didn’t mean to —” He waved a dismissive hand, brushing it off and she relaxed a bit. “Regardless of coming back to work, I do want to snag tickets for when you win the title.” His face fell again and she winced. “I’m zero for two tonight, huh?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s not you,” he assured her. 
Her lips pursed for a long moment. “I caught the guys going out there to talk to Omega and what he said,” she told him. “You know he’s wrong, right?”
“Is he?” Adam asked, blowing out a breath and leaning his back against the wall. “He’s known me a long time and he knows me well. I don’t think it would bother me as much if he weren’t a little right.”
“The people that we let in to get to know us can always hurt us the most,” Becca told him and Hangman wondered if it was only he and Kenny she was talking about. “But just because people know where we’ve been doesn’t give them the right to decide where we’re going or who we’re going to be.”
He considered that for a moment. “You’re a smart cookie, you know that?” 
“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it. Plus, I’ve got a lot of faith in you because you remind me of someone.”
“Who’s that?”
“My old man,” she admitted. Hangman’s eyebrows rose and his eyes softened. Her father had been a young upstart back in his day, but never quite made it to the top. “The difference is he never quite figured out how to get to where he wanted. You know what you’ve gotta do, Adam. You just need to believe you can do it. So saddle up, Page. I’m expecting some serious cowboy shit from you.”
He grinned and met her gaze. “That means a lot,” he told her sincerely, giving her a fond smile. Then, he remembered where he’d been going in the first place. “But the one thing Kenny was definitely right about is having the guys go out there without me, I’ve gotta go talk to them but I’ll catch up with you more later?”
She smiled and nodded at him before he gave her another hug and made his way further down the hall.
“Do you guys think I’m afraid of Kenny!?”
“No, but we think you’re afraid of failure. We believe in you, Adam.”
After he left the lair, shirking off the rest of Marvez’s questions, he found himself walking the halls of Daily’s Place again. He knew that this week would mark one of the last times he’d wander them for at least a month when they returned in August and, to be honest, he was ready for the change in scenery.
Sure, there were wonderful memories there. But there had also been the times that brought him low, the losses that took longer to shake off — both in the squared circle and and outside of it.
He turned and couldn’t help but smile as Addie approached him. She’d shown up earlier in the year, taking up a role as the company’s newest seamstress. Over the months, they’d gotten closer — times where his shirts and gear needed mending or he wanted to do something special. He always kept her company while she worked on something for him, something she’d seemed pleasantly surprised about and had blossomed into a friendship. 
One that she’d stood by him through thick and thin for, even after he and Kenny had gone their separate ways. When other people had been clearly unsure of what he’d been thinking when he’d gotten into the mix with FTR or when he’d been unsure about the Dark Order, she’d never questioned him. 
She was steadfast and true and he liked that about her.
But she also seemed restless. When they’d met, she’d made some passing comments about not being used to staying in one place for too long. She was even more eager to join them on the road, helping with gear and alterations, than he was to get a change of scenery.
“How did the game go?” she asked him as she slowed to a stop in front of him. 
His eyes creased with a smile.
“Final point totals had Brodie in the lead with seven billion. Though that might be because we decided we announce our own points,” he admitted. “But even still, he racked up a lot of points when he brought out a Nerf crossbow. Nearly took out Alan’s eye with a little foam dart.”
Addie’s eyes widened with a bit of concern before she eventually laughed brightly and the sound warmed him from the inside out. “Poor Alan,” she remarked. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Same thing I try to do every night.”
“Try to take over the world?”
“More like try to get through the night without staring at the ceiling and focusing on whatever’s got me anxious today.” Her expression went soft, sympathetic, and he knew he didn’t have to say it had to do with Kenny, she knew. 
She always knew.
“Well, how about instead we pick up some food and watch movies at the hotel?” she suggested.
His face split with a lopsided grin and he nodded. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
Movie nights were nothing new between the two of them. Part of that enduring friendship that had built up so quickly that he felt like he’d known her his entire life. But if he were being honest, he knew that his feelings for her weren’t strictly friendly. He felt it in the way he looked forward to seeing her whenever he came to work.
He just hadn’t figured out if he should tell her or not, worried about ruining the connection they already had or being flat out rejected. But now, standing with her there and knowing that he was standing on the brink of something new and exciting professionally if he could only take the leap and stop doubting himself — he wondered if he should apply that same line of thinking to his personal life, too.
“Adam, you’ve waited long enough. This is your time.” Alex’s voice rattled around in his head.
“Adam!” And then, of course, Alex’s voice echoed through the hallway.
He and Addie both turned to see John and Alex walking down the hallway towards them. Just past them, at the other end of the hallway, he saw Becca talking with both of the Bucks. Based on her posture, he didn’t imagine the conversation was going all that well.
But John’s excitement brought his focus back to his friends. “Hey guys, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, you two heading back to the hotel?” Addie questioned. When Alex nodded, she smiled. “We were going to head there and watch a movie, pick up food on the way.” Adam felt his stomach knot before she posed the question he knew was coming. “Do you guys want to join?”
“Sounds great!”
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t his time.
In the hotel, Addie didn’t even question it as Alex and John both climbed under the covers of the second bed before they’d even picked a movie. She was used to their antics by now.
Instead, she just made herself comfortable on the second bed and Hangman tried not to focus on the fact that it was his bed. After all, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t been in that same spot dozens of times already — sitting at the foot of the mattress with her legs crossed under her and her food in her lap. “Can we watch Almost Famous?” she asked.
“Again?” all three men asked in unison.
She just laughed with a sheepish smile before saying they could watch something other than her favorite movie. They settled in and wound up picking some straight-to-home-video action movie that they planned to rip on the whole time.
“Hey Ads?” Alex asked once they were all quickly losing interest in the over-the-top action sequences with B-list actors. “Why don’t we ever go to your place for movie nights?”
“I don’t really spend a lot of time in my apartment,” she admitted, fidgeting slightly and poking at her food with her plastic fork. “For one thing, it doesn’t really feel homey, so I don’t usually like to be there so I couldn’t see myself having people over.”
“But a hotel feels homey?”
“Well, they’re not supposed to — so it’s fine. And you guys are here, you’re my homies,” she joked. When Adam huffed out a laugh beside her, she smiled at him before her eyes dropped down the fries he’d gotten with his burger before glancing down at the side salad she’d ordered with hers. When he didn’t tear his eyes off the television screen and pushed his fries at her, she grinned. “Thanks, Cowboy,” she muttered.
“Any time, darlin’.”
“When are you going to ask her out?” Silver asked him later that night after Addie had already excused herself for the night, politely turning down their offer to drive her home in one of their rental cars.
“What are you talking about?” Adam replied, but even he knew how unconvincing he sounded. 
“You like her, we all know you like her. You should go for it. She’s great,” Alex nodded even as he and John climbed out of the bed (Adam had to insist they return to their own for the night, rejecting their fervent suggestion of a sleepover party this week).
“She is great. But she’s also my best friend.” John made a high pitched noise. “One of my best friends,” he quickly amended. “What if she only wants to stay friends and I make it uncomfortable.”
“You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” Silver pointed out, his expression serious. “I heard that once from Stu, who heard it from an episode of The Office, who may or may not have been right when they said Wayne Gretzki said it.”
Adam’s eyebrows lifted, but he was too exhausted to get into it. Sensing this, Alex gestured for John to head out and they did with murmured goodbyes. 
“Adelaide, would you like to go out with me — no. Ads, do you want to…just the two of us — no,” Adam muttered to himself as he made his way into Daily’s Place. He could hear Becca and Dustin both directing some of the others down in the ring before he made his way backstage. 
He had one of his shirts in his hand, a spare he’d packed in his suitcase that he may or may not have pulled a button off of as an excuse to be there.
He took a deep breath as he reached the outside of her door, wrapping his knuckles lightly against it even as he turned the handle and pushed it open. “Addie, you got a minute? I wanted to ask —” He broke off mid-sentence when he realized she wasn’t alone. 
Far from it. She was perched on the edge of her work table, arms wrapped around Ethan Page who had his lips pressed to her neck and hand inching up beneath the hem of her blouse. He felt his stomach knot in the split second before her eyes popped open and her gaze landed on him. Her hands pushed gently at Ethan’s shoulders until he stepped back. “Hey, Cowboy,” she muttered even as her face flushed red. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you knock.” 
Ethan seemed thoroughly unbothered by the fact they’d been walked in on. He barely cast a glance in his direction. 
Adam felt frozen to his spot for what felt like an eternity but could only have been a few seconds. It was the sound of Addie clearing her throat that brought his attention back to her. She was smoothing out her blouse and her face was flushed, lips slightly swollen from the embrace he’d walked in on. And it burned something deep inside of his stomach that it wasn’t his kiss that caused it. “You wanted to ask me something?”
He blinked a few times before fully shaking himself out of it, stepping forward and holding out the shirt in his hand. “Yeah, the — the button on this shirt came off and I was wondering if you could help me with it.”
Addie glanced at the shirt in his hand and nodded. “Sure, is it something you need right now?” 
He watched her eyes dart over towards Ethan.
“No,” he replied with a quick shake of his head. “No, I can bring it back next week in Miami. I don’t want to interrupt.”
“See you then, man,” Ethan finally spoke, impatience in his tone.
Adam took a step back towards the door when Addie said his name. He saw something in her eyes and couldn’t quite name it, but worried it might be pity, he shook his head quickly and offered her a grin. “Have a good one, Addie. Thanks for the help.”
Another step back sent him banging into the door he hadn’t realized had fallen closed again behind him once he’d entered the room. Addie’s eyes widened and he gave a forced sheepish chuckle before pushing his way back out into the hallway.
He made it about halfway down the hall before his irritation with himself got the better of him, smacking his fist against the wall and swearing under his breath. 
Maybe Kenny and any of his other naysayers had a point. You couldn’t succeed if you didn’t try, but you couldn’t fail either. As he continued through the building, wanting nothing more than to get back to the hotel and forget the past few minutes had even happened, he slowed to a halt when he saw two familiar faces just a few yards away.
“Ladies,” he greeted both Mackenzie and Becca, eyebrows lifting as he took in the way the latter was just sitting on the floor, legs hugged tightly to her chest. 
Mack was crouched down in front of her but upon his arrival stood up straight. He watched Tony’s eagle-eyed assistant narrow her gaze at him, taking in his expression before glancing at the shirt in his hand. Then she looked past him. In his mind, he rationalized that there was no way she could know what had just happened. But another voice reminded him that she tended to know everything without needing to be told, so he averted his gaze and luckily, she didn’t say anything that was on her mind. Instead, she turned her attention back to Becca.
“I’ll make arrangements for you to return home tomorrow and forward you an updated itinerary. Perhaps taking the rest of the day would be well-advised. I can ensure Matthew can handle the rest of the day’s training.”
Almost instantly, he forgot about his own problems and turned to his friend. “Everything okay?”
“Things are just a little stressful,” Becca replied, and he knew that she was trying to dismiss it and put on a brave face. He knew it because he did it himself often enough.
Before he could question her, though, Mack jumped in. “I’ve been told that in the face of stress, that sometimes relaxation with friends can be helpful,” the woman said, in her typical even-toned voice. “I believe that in the face of his own anxiety, Mr. Page has found the right group to provide a bit of tomfoolery. And as you’re otherwise unable to do anything about things happening back home from here, I recommend that the two of you join up with the rest of his friends and try to enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Mack, darlin’,” he started, tone teasing. “I adore you, but do the people that programmed you know they got the speech pattern a bit unnatural?”
“Ah, a robot joke, I don’t get those often at all,” she replied dryly, she flashed him a quick toothy grin that disappeared as quickly as it graced her features. “I’ll leave you both to it, then.”
The clacking of her heels against the linoleum floor carried her down the hall without another word.
“I mean, I think she is a robot, but one that would be in a science fiction movie where she learns to feel,” Adam muttered, he held out a hand to Becca to help her to her feet. “Orders from Miss. Mack are orders though, c’mon.”
The brunette let out a chuckle but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. He was sure his own didn’t either, so rather than press it, he just went with her to get her things and head back to the hotel, texting Silver and the others as he waited for her to talk to Dustin and Matt about her heading out earlier than planned. His eyes met Matt’s briefly as he waited from the other side of the ring, but he broke contact first. When he did glance back up, Matt had turned his back to him.
At least he’d come to depend on that.
The guys had been all all too willing to join them at the bar at the hotel, which was otherwise empty. Their loud and overzealous nature got a few laughs out of Becca, but she never quite seemed to shake off the cloud hanging over her since he’d discovered her sitting in the hallway. 
Even as John and Preston had some sort of competition regarding how many pretzels they could fit in their mouth from the bowls of them set out on the tables and bar tops, she seemed to laugh along but was distracted. Adam could relate. 
When he went up to the bar to get a fresh round of drinks for those that needed them, Alex walked up next to him. “So, you said earlier you were swinging by Daily’s Place, do you see Addie?” his friend asked curiously. 
“Yeah,” he muttered as he gestured to the bartender. “She was a little preoccupied with Ethan.”
“He needed alterations?”
“Well if he did, they weren’t getting done. The two of them were otherwise occupied when I walked in.”
Alex’s eyebrows lifted as he took Hangman’s meaning. Then his expression turned sympathetic. “Sorry, man,” he told him earnestly.
He shrugged it off before taking the new drinks over to the table and taking a seat beside Becca. When he tried to ask her if she wanted to talk about what was on her mind, she shrugged it off. “I don’t want to bring you down with my troubles. You’ve got enough on your mind,” she told him as she ran her finger along the rim of her new glass.
His head shook.  “I don’t know why everyone’s so convinced I’m worked up about facing Kenny for the title,” he muttered. “You wouldn’t be bringing me down.” He had a feeling just like what was bothering him wasn’t what everyone else assumed, that there was more to hers, too. She’d been open with him before about the gym her father had left to her floundering financially, and he was familiar with that kind of establishment. The kind of place that didn’t just make you run stairs and ropes and bark orders at you, but taught you what to fall in love with — the kind of place that gave something to a community instead of just seeking out tomorrow’s stars to add to their wall of fame. He knew how much that place had meant to her father and why it meant too much to her. If she was going home early, he assumed things had turned even worse. He wondered if there was a way he could help, even if it was selfishly because he could use a distraction.
“I’m not talking about you and Kenny or what those guys said last night about you being scared to fail,” she told him flatly, jerking her head into the direction of the others. “I’m talking about whatever had you storming down the hall earlier today.” He turned to her in surprise and she chuckled. “I may not love the business, Adam, but I’ve been around it long enough. If it was your nerves over a fight or you spoiling for one — it’s just different.”
It was his turn to laugh. “You’re perceptive. No wonder Nick’s got no clue how to handle you.” It occurred to him that he knew at one point, years ago when they’d just been teenagers in Canada, Becca had also dated Ethan. He was almost tempted to ask what the appeal was. But he knew that would show a hand he was currently hoping to play close to the chest — actually, it was a hand he was wondering if he should just fold on and walk away from the table. “Not that you’re something to be handled, I just mean —”
“Take it easy, Cowboy. I know what you meant,” Becca dismissed and he let out a relieved breath. But there was a part of him that couldn’t help but zero in on the nickname. Plenty of people called him that, it was the logical jump — wasn’t it? But it was also what Addie called him and the reaction it drew from him was different. The way it sounded on her tongue was different. Luckily, Becca continued and shook him from his thoughts. “And I don’t really want to talk about him or home.”
He could understand that, as he pushed away everything in the back of his mind. “I don’t really want to talk about earlier.”
“We can just sit here and ignore our problems, then,” she replied, but he noted her grin didn’t reach her eyes. 
He let out a dry chuckle. “Sure. That sounds like a healthy coping mechanism.” He lifted his drink in her direction and waited for her to do the same, clinking their glasses together.
“Becks!” Ethan’s voice made Adam’s posture stiffen and he knew, immediately, that Becca noticed even as she more or less gave her old friend the brush off. 
“We’re definitely going to have to unpack that reaction later, because I know why I’m annoyed at him but not why you are,” she pointed out as he stayed quiet, taking a long sip of his drink. He felt her head rest on his shoulder. “But not tonight. Tonight we’re not coping, we’re getting by,” she assured him.
Not too long after, when Kenny and the Bucks made their way through the lobby, both he and Becca sank low in their seats for two entirely different reasons. Still not willing to face their problems head on, they ordered another round.
He was startled when a cup of coffee was pressed into his hand before he even fully stepped off of the elevator. But he wasn’t surprised at all to see that it was Mack.
“Mackenzie,” he greeted her as he pulled his suitcase behind him and she immediately fell into step alongside him on the walk to the lobby. 
“I trust your evening out last night with the others was satisfactory,” she said, pausing for just a moment before barreling forward. “Now that we’ve finished with our small talk, I was hoping to continue our conversation from earlier in the week.”
His eyebrows lifted, a well-meaning joke on the tip of his tongue before he tried to remember what Mack had needed from him before he’d ultimately been distracted by his friends confronting Kenny and everything that had happened since. Something about hoping to get him involved in community outreach events. “Right, sure. I’m always happy to help out where I can,” he started before Mack abruptly came to a halt in front of a woman that Adam knew he’d seen in the halls the past week or so, but who he’d yet to meet. 
“Ms. Sawyer, meet Mr. Page. Mr. Page, meet Ms. Sawyer, the newest member of our community outreach team. You’re each on flights scheduled to leave within thirty minutes of one another from the same terminal, perhaps riding together to the airport would give you both a chance to discuss any potential collaboration.”
Sloan had been about to offer her hand out to him, but paused — blinking up at Mack. “How do you know when my flight leaves?” 
“It’s best not to wonder how  Mack seems to know everything or else it’s the only question you’ll ever ask,” Adam supplied, taking a long sip of the coffee Tony’s assistant had thrust into his hand. After all, he’d never once told the woman how he took his coffee. Then he flashed Sloan a good-natured grin and thrust his hand out. “Nice to meet you. Happy to give you a ride to the airport if you need one.”
Mack clasped her hands together and flashed them a quick toothy grin. “If either of you need anything, you know how to reach me —”
“Stand in front of a mirror and say your name three times,” Adam joked and even though Mack didn’t crack a smile, the warning look she gave him was undercut but the slightest hint of a laugh in her eyes. “We’ll give ya a call, Mack. And I’ll see you in Miami,” he promised before gesturing for Sloan to walk with him through the lobby to go out to his rental.
“Is she —” Sloan started as they walked.
“Always like that?” he finished for her with a fond chuckle. “Yeah, she is.”
He learned a lot about Sloan on the ride to the airport. 
She’d cut her teeth working in public relations, a slew of clients both political and corporate. 
According to her, eventually she’d burnt out — long hours and providing rapid response and air coverage for people with too much money. Her resume was one of providing damage control and she wanted to do something that put good into the world instead. A friend of a friend had pointed her in AEW’s direction when they were looking for help with their community outreach efforts. 
She wasn’t a die-hard wrestling fan, by any means. But she’d been exposed to the industry in the past and watched when she was younger.
Most importantly, she was just happy to be there and her excitement over getting started was contagious, enough to let him forget the things that had been bothering him just the night before.
“Well, I’m happy to help however I can,” he told her once they’d returned his rental car. Wordlessly, he took the handle of her suitcase in his hand, wheeling both his and her luggage behind them to get them to the terminal. “Signings, events. Sign me up.”
She flashed a bright smile up at him. “I thought you might have your hands too full to participate,” she admitted. “I imagine number one contenders are kept busy.” When his eyes averted again and he just chuckled, she pressed on. “But that’s great, I appreciate it a lot.”
“Well, you know what they say about idle hands,” he told her with an amiable smile. Once they were both through airport security, she lingered as he put his shoes and belt back on, pocketing everything he’d had to remove to get through the check point. “It was really nice meeting you,” he told her once he was squared away, putting his hand out.
Sloan’s smile was warm as she echoed his sentiments, putting her hand in his and telling him that she’d talk to him next week in Miami.
But then, just as she turned and took a step away, he took a breath and called out after her. “Unless you want to grab some coffee — before your flight?”
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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 3 months ago
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.
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wardlowsbabydoll · 21 days ago
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Hangman Page Masterlist
Cowgirl Shit (Smut)
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zsjaywhite · a year ago
Hangman Adam Page Headcanons (3)
My first two Hangman headcanons were narrative and scenario-specific, so here are some general Hangy HCs... and I baked them extra fluffy for your Sunday. Enjoy!
Find more of my headcanons here.
Tag squad: @freshlysqueezedmox​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @exe-sadboi-exe @what-does-mine-say
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> First off, Adam is really good at doing the little things. It’s what made you fall for him. He’ll have coffee waiting for you in the morning, made exactly how you like it. Leave notes for you to find in your bag that say something funny or sweet. Reach over and hold your hand in his truck. He’s good at showing how much he cares for you, and you appreciate him for it.
> But because he’s so thoughtful, he’s quiet. He has a lot going on in that head of his, and sometimes it overwhelms him. But he’s gotten a lot better at talking things out since meeting you. You have each other’s trust, and he’s told you things that he’s never told anyone else and probably never will. You don’t take that for granted - neither of you do.
> And yes, that thoughtfulness translates to the bedroom. He’s never really satisfied unless he knows that you are. That being said, he certainly doesn’t complain when you want to take over and take care of him. He likes that a lot, actually.
> Of course, he’s a homebody. His version of a perfect night is cuddling up with you on the couch to watch a TV or sitting in front of a fire out under the stars, a whiskey in one hand and you in the other. Just being with you. And he’s an excellent cuddler, so you don’t mind all the nights you spend in together.
> But, sometimes, you want to go out. And, sometimes, he complains about it. But he always goes, because he knows it makes you happy. And all he wants is to make you happy.
> Every now and again he’ll even surprise you with a night out. He’ll just tell you a time to be ready, and when you ask why he won’t say. Sometimes it’ll be reservations at a fancy restaurant... sometimes it’ll be a picnic in the bed of his pickup truck. But no matter what it is, every time it makes you love him a little more.
> Also, when you’re sick (or extremely hungover), he’ll insist that you stay in bed while he takes care of you. He’ll bring you tea, soup, chocolate - whatever it is that you want to make you feel better. And, most of the time, it’s his love and affection that’s the best medicine.
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gembloomwrites · a year ago
Fandom(s): Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling Pairing: Adam Page/Reader Rating: T Prompt:  “As co-workers who decide to be a fake couple to piss an annoying co-worker off, but they tricked the rest of the staff as well!? How will they get out of this mess?”  Summary:  You decide to finally do something about the plague that is MJF. However, it may not be all smooth sailing. Word Count: 3,045 Viewable on AO3 Author’s Note: Hello there. I began to write this work last year more than likely before the formation of Omega/Hangman team so I apologise if it seems outdated. I do hope you enjoying reading and would appreciate any feedback.I am open to requests sent to me both here and on AO3 @ GemBloomWrites. Thank you.-Gem
Honestly as half-baked plans went it all went smoothly at the start. 
Ever since you joined AEW you’d been pestered with propositions and cheesy pick-up lines from one MJF. It absolutely annoyed you to no end. His sickening smirk and misplaced confidence never ceased to put a damper on any day. Not to mention his lapdog Wardlow would follow his every move.
As for Adam, he’d been on a spiral as of late. Everything seemed to go wrong for him. Among numerous bumps along the road one of the most prominent was the loss of the AEW Diamond Ring to the aforementioned MJF. That slimeball had gone around swanning the damn thing in Adam’s face at every opportunity. Even going so far as to once forcibly shove it into Adam’s lips in an attempt to get him to kiss it. 
All in all, the two couldn’t stand him, and both would love to see that smug smile wiped from his face. 
It all came to a head one day while you were sitting in catering. From a distance you could hear the tell-tale sneer of MJF bragging about something or another to Wardlow. You sighed and promptly sat up to begin to leave. Glancing around the room as you left, you spotted Adam Page in a corner by himself. An idea sprang to mind, running away certainly hadn’t solved the problem, but this just might. Quickly walking over to Adam, he hadn’t noticed you even as you sat down beside him, seemingly too engrossed in whatever drink was in his hand. You tapped his shoulder to get his attention, jumping slightly when he was jared from his thoughts. He looked at you with wide blue eyes, before he could question the intrusion you leaned in and tried to explain your plan in a hushed whisper, “Listen, I know this is weird but I need you to pretend that you’re into me, MJF is on his way and I really need to get him off my back.” Adam stared at you with confusion in his eyes, processing what you had just said. Before he formed a response, he was cut off by a loud shout.
“(Y/N)! I knew I’d see you around here somewhere!”
Maxwell Jacob Freidman has finally arrived and of course he couldn’t let his presence go unannounced. You visibly cringed and looked in his direction with a venomous stare, “Well obviously, we work for the same company.” He didn’t seem to be phased by your snarky comment as he strode over to you, Wardlow in tow. “No need to be so cold, I know you’re just dying to get a piece of me,” he stated, “Why don’t you just drop the act and come back to my hotel?” You scoffed in disgust as the thought of his offer came to mind, “No thanks, I’m hanging out with Adam.” MJF took a moment to look between you and Adam before a smirk broke out onto his face, “This hic? C’mon (Y/N), you can do way better than this fuckin’ loser.”
It was these words that snapped Adam out of his confusion and into the situation at hand. He stood up quickly, knocking the chair he was just sitting on. He squared up to MJF with a tense jaw, you stood up with him, trying to diffuse the situation you unintentionally created. Adam shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he spoke, “Fuckin’ loser huh? I’m not the one running around with a little buddy here because you’re too damn scared someone’s gonna sock ya right in that horse face of yours. I’m not the one acting like the shit to cover up the fact that you’re not even worth lacing up my boots. And I am certainly not the one who tries to flirt with a woman who thinks you’re disgusting!”
Your eyes widened at his outburst, and for a moment the air in the room was quiet and stale. Wardlow shifted towards Adam and reminded everyone else of the situation. You hastily got in between the two men, “Step off Friedman, don’t start lashing out at everyone else just because your dick feels small.” Maxwell turned to you and opened his mouth but before he could reply you cut in, “And for one Adam is not a loser, he’s ten times the man you’ll ever be, he’s way more good looking and doesn’t make me want to vomit. If anything, you’re the loser!” You link your hand in Adam’s, “Look, I’ve met a real man, so why don’t you just leave me alone?” Adam looked to your hand dumbfounded and back to the man standing before him. MJF looked between the two of you with anger in his eye. For the first time since the match for the Diamond Ring he felt like he’d finally gotten under his skin, Adam smirked at this. “Clearly,” the cowboy said, drawing it out for effect, “The lady’s made her feelin’s clear, why don’t you and your lapdog just run off.” 
It was your turn to be shocked, only for the fact that Adam went along with your crazy scheme. Maxwell stood tense for a few minutes; the air thick in the room. You were getting more anxious as the seconds rolled by. To remove yourself from the situation you tugged on Adam’s arm, “Come on babe, he’s not worth it.” He followed your lead, albeit reluctantly. Of course, Maxwell had to get the last word as you walked out the door, “Yeah that’s it you better run off ya loser, she’s not even that hot anyway!” You stopped in the hallway, blood starting to boil, until you realised you were still linked with Adam, “Keep going,” he said quietly, “Like you said, he ain’t worth it. Not right now anyway.” Starting to get a bit self-conscious you took your hand from his and scratched the back of your neck. “Yeah,” you sighed, “You’re right. He’s just gets under my skin.”
“You and me both.”
You smiled at his sincerity and his now calm, sweet tone. Both standing awkwardly for a few moments, you started again with a cough, “Look, I’m sorry for dragging you into this, he just really doesn’t give up.” Adam looked at you for a moment and then too his shoes, shifting around again, “It’s fine, really. Honestly it felt good to rile him up.” You began to pass him and head off, “Well thanks, I appreciate it.” Your trek was cut short when he grabbed your wrist, he looked at you with an unreadable expression, “Hey this might just seem crazy but hear me out.” He let your wrist go and you gave him a questioning look as he continued on, “We both hate that smug son of a bitch. And seeing us together clearly struck a nerve. If you want when he’s around, we could keep up this little...uh…act.” The look on your face must have been one of pure shock and confusion, because Adam quickly recoiled, “I-I mean it’s just an idea, thought it’d make life easier for the both of us.” The next few moments were just silence, it made Adam want to run away in pure embarrassment. You thought it over, if you were to be rational you would have turned him down and went on. So many things could go wrong. But you weren’t thinking rationally if you were honest, all you were thinking about was pissing off MJF and getting closer to the hunk standing in front of you.
“Yeah, I’ll do it.”
As the months rolled on the charade continued. Whenever MJF showed up you and Adam would be there. Some days Adam would purposefully make you laugh with an absolutely terrible pun in front of him. On other days you would stick close to him, running your fingers up his muscular chest and whisper into his ear. Sometimes you would sit on his lap with his hands around your waist, making sure to be in full view of Maxwell. It drove the man crazy, which only seemed to satisfy you two more. Not only did you achieve your goal, but you and Adam grew so much closer. He was a great friend. You two were both going through a rough patch in your respective careers. Adam on a losing streak, and you couldn’t even seem to break into the Women’s Rankings. You both started to spend time outside of work, not even thinking about the reason you two were together in the first place. Adam was a comfort in an otherwise breakneck world.
You felt yourself falling for him. Even moments spent with him being your fake partner made you wish he was your real one. When he’d wrap his arm around your waist you’d feel electric under his fingertips. You found yourself seeking his company when you had the time or watching his matches when you weren’t preparing for your own. Just watching the sweat roll down his body or everytime pulled on the waistband sent a hot feeling down your body. The whole plan was spiralling out of control and you felt helpless to stop it. 
One day you two were playing your little game, once again hearing the boisterous MJF roaming the halls. You were backed into a corner looking up to Adam, he looked down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and shook his head, “He seems to be everywhere I turn at this point.” You were too busy being engulfed by his presence to be concerned by what he was talking about. Heart thumping in your chest you made a non-committal sound of agreement. You felt a gentle hand move your head to look into Adam’s face, “Hey,” he said softly, “You okay?” Oh god, why did he have to be so handsome? “Uh…” You stammered, “I’m fine just not feeling good today, y’know?” He looked at you  with a frown before he said anything else you cut in, “I’m fine, really, just tired of this MJF crap.”
“You and me both, I’d love to just-.”
All of a sudden your two bodies were hauled away into what can only be described as a death grip. Turning, you saw Matt Jackson holding the two of you with the biggest grin on his face. Struggling out of his tight grip was a task and a half but you managed it eventually, “Matt? What the hell!?” He let Adam go and opted to put one hand on each of your shoulders. His face bounced back between the two of you excitedly, “I knew something was up with you Hangman! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Adam looked confused as he turned to Matt, “What, what do ya mean ‘what’s up’?” The older Buck started to wag his finger towards the cowboy, “Don’t play coy with me, you think I don’t see it?” You started to mirror Adam’s confused expression, “See what Matt?” Matt’s grin somehow managed to grow even wider, “C’mon dude the jig is up, practically everyone is talking about the two of you.” You looked back between Adam and Matt, “The two of us what? What’s everyone talking about?” “Well,” Matt moved into a thinking position, “I heard one of the women say today, and I’m paraphrasing here, ‘They’re one of those couples who are just meant for each other’.”
Both you and Adam’s eyes widened in shock. In all your plans, you had forgotten about everyone else, the only focus trying to fool Max. A few moments of silence passed before Adam piped up, “Uh, we’re not-.” You began speaking at the same time, “We were never-.”
“Yeah it was just a-.”
“We’re just-.”
You looked back at each other seemingly exasperated with trying to come up with an explanation for the Buck. You gave Adam a nod to go ahead, thinking he’d be better explaining it to his friend. He began to open his mouth when Matt cut across him, “Awh look at you two, still in the Honeymoon phase,” he elbowed Adam quite vigorously before starting to walk away, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do kids!” Adam placed his arm over his ribs were Matt has elbowed him, you looked into him, “Well, crap, what are we going to do now?”
The two of you cooled down the act considerably since the incident with Matt. You both felt too awkward to talk about the implications of what you two had been doing the last few months. You became aware of the locker room talk and couldn’t help but wistfully want it to be true. However, you had hardly spoken with Adam, your plan to fool MJF all but forgotten. You  began to throw yourself into your wrestling as a distraction, and it seemed Adam did too. Unfortunately no amount of wrestling could keep the Cowboy off your mind completely and you found yourself back at square one; in catering, trying to avoid MJF. 
“Ah (Y/N)! Where’s the hic? Finally realise he’s a loser? You know I can show you a hell of better time.”
You sighed and turned to Maxwell, “Do you like to stalk me or something? Can’t you get the hint? I. Am. Not. Into. You.” MJF immediately brushed this off and smirked, “Come one, this ‘hard-to-get- shtick is getting old just admit you want me.” You placed your face in your hands, nothing seemed to deter Max and it annoyed you to no end. You looked back up to tell him where to put his proposition when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking over your shoulder you saw Adam with a scowl on his face. He gave your shoulder a squeeze and stared straight ahead to MJF, “This asshole botherin’ you?” No words came up your throat, surprised that not only Adam was here, but he was continuing with your plan. 
Max scoffed, “I’m not bothering her, I’m just telling her about how she could do so much better.” Adam took his hand off you and squared up to MJF, “You better get runnin’, she’s not interested. She’s my girl and I have no problem layin’ you out to stop you harassin’ her.” Again you were actually dumbstruck, the ‘my girl’ comment throwing you off everything. Maxwell frowned but regained his smirk within a few seconds, “You know what, you two losers were meant for each other. She’s obviously too stupid to-.”
Maxwell was abruptly cut off when Adam’s well-aimed fist connected with his face. This shook you out of your daze almost immediately and you stood behind Adam, grabbing his shoulders, “Whoa! Calm down, like I said before, he isn’t worth it.” Adam was huffing at this point and turned to you. His brief angry stare sent a shiver through you before his body relaxed and his expression softened. Seeing the pleading look in your eyes he nodded and looked down to Max who was flat on his ass holding his face, “You’re lucky we ain’t in the ring.” 
Before Max could respond Adam grabbed your hand and led you out of the room. When the two of you came across an empty hallway he let go and turned to you. He took a minute to compose himself, while you pinched the bridge of your nose, “Oh God how are we going to explain this to Mr. Khan.” 
“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t  have got so heated.”
You sighed and looked into Adam’s regretful face, “No, no it’s mine I should have stopped this whole thing months ago. MJF found a new way to get to you and the whole locker room thinks we’re a thing.”
Adam chuckled, “I think we both had a hand in that darlin’.” You took in Adam’s appearance, he looked more calm now and you couldn’t help but get lost in him all over again. After a minute you stopped yourself  before it got awkward and turned to pace, “We probably should explain everything to Tony and everyone else, it’ll be embarrassing but at least this whole thing will be over.” You turned to Adam to see his expression visibility drop before looking down, “Uh yeah, probably for the best.” You felt a wave  of sadness wash over. You know all this was coming to an end. The rational part of your brain always knew this, but your heart wanted to revel in the closeness for longer. You stepped closer towards Adam and wrapped your arms around him. You buried your head into his broad chest, “Thank you…. For everything.” As you unwillingly started to pull away Adam placed his hands on your hips, keeping you in place. You quickly looked up into his face getting caught once more in his beautiful eyes. 
For what  felt like forever the two of you stayed like this. You were content like this really, just taking in being close with Adam. He eventually cut through the silence, “I don’t want it to end here,” he whispered, “I want it to be real.” Your heart sped up at his admission and for a moment he’d knocked all words out of your mouth. This is what you wanted for months, for him to return your feelings. Now that it was happening you couldn’t find it in you to say what you needed to say. Adam picked up on your hesitation and began to pull away. However you quickly put your hands on his face, if you couldn’t say anything you were going to show him. 
You pulled him in for a kiss, trying to put everything you need to say in it. For a little time Adam stayed still in shock but then started to respond with passion. He put his hands back on your waist and pulling you in further. You both moved your heads slightly and deepened the kiss. This was months of tension finally being released between the two of you and nothing in the world felt better right now. As you pulled away for a breath of air you couldn’t help bury yourself in his neck. Finally you felt the right words come forwards, “I want this to be real, I don’t want this to ever end either.” 
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rampagewriting · a year ago
Pumpkin & Caramel Apples
Author’s Note: This happened bc of the lovely Halloween Hangie headcanons from @snarkwriteswrasslin​ <3
Pairing: Adam Page x OC
Warnings: None
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I was a firm believer in Halloween being the greatest holiday of all. Like,Christmas is great and all but nothing beats spooky season. Taking one look at me it was clear to anyone that I loved Halloween. Goth chick with lots of tattoos and orange hair. The whole ‘hot Goth girl’ worked well as my wrestling persona,at least I think it did. I wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea especially when it came to most males. I just wasn’t their type sometimes. The fans,I got over with quickly. I stood out among the females of AEW at least. Bright orange hair,tattoos and when I smiled my canines were just a little too sharp and long than most. That had cost a nice penny to do but I loved them. I wasn’t fairly new to the AEW roaster but I hadn’t been here since the beginning. I already had some matches and my name was starting to go around. Before I had just been an indie darling but this was the first big company I’d been a part of. 
Backstage,end of a PPV night. It had been some kind of night. Especially for the Elite. I,like many others,have been watching the Elite fall apart slowly over the past weeks and finally it came to a head. The cowboy was out of the Elite and after tonight's loss it seemed even Kenny was done with him. I felt bad for the cowboy. I’d been a fan of Hangman for some time now and seeing him separate his ways with his...former friends now...sucked to watch.
“Have a good night,Pumpkin Patch?”
I looked up and grinned at our bloody AEW Champ. “Yeah,I can see you had a good one too!” I laughed and patted the AEW Championship belt slung over his shoulder. Mox was an interesting character but he is a good champion. When I first got here he was quick to say hello and introduce himself when we bumped into each other. I wasn’t exactly popular among the girls in the locker room but it was nice having Mox to talk to.
“And still,Pumpkin. For a long time.” Mox grinned,waving away the napkin I offered him and muttering something about a shower. 
A large figure brushed past Mox,muttering a ‘s’cuse me’ as they passed. I leaned forward to peek at who it had been and was met with the sight of messy blonde curls and a rare pair of tights as opposed to the usual trunks. Mox said something softly about Hangman being a ‘poor bastard’ and shaking his head.
“You’ve had a fair share of bouts with your friends.” I reminded Mox who nodded solemnly.
“Yeah,Pumpkin. It sucks.” He sighed and shook his head,”Guy needs some cheering up. Well,I’m gonna head for a shower.” Mox ruffled my hair with his least bloody hand before heading towards his locker room. 
Mox was right. Hangman did need some cheering up. A grin slowly spread over my face as I realized I had the perfect thing to cheer him up. I slid off of the crate I was sat on and grabbed my phone,rushing out of the arena to my car so I could get back to the hotel and start planning.
It only took a few days to plan out what I wanted to do. Everyone was able to go home for a few days before we had to show up for TV again so it was the perfect timing. It was lucky for me that the town Hangman lived in already had fall festivities going. I planned around,bought some tickets and bought some supplies of my own before showing up to Hangman’s house. I actually lived only an hour away from where he did to my surprise and silently thanked Mox for not asking too many questions when I asked if he knew Hangman’s address.
Bright and early I pulled into Hangman’s driveway. The day was perfect as the air was crisp and had that smell of fall to it. I grabbed my bags from the back seat filled with all my supplies and grabbed the two pumpkin spice coffees I had ordered just before getting there. Balancing the trap of drinks in one hand with bags around my elbows I managed to press the doorbell. The first thing I heard was the dogs barking. So if my ringing the bell didn’t rouse him,the furry babies would. 
I heard Hangman call to the boys to be quiet and a moment later the door opened. Multiple things flashed over Handman’s face as he looked down at me. Confusion,recognition,confusion again and then just this odd mix of confused and curious. I took one of the coffees and held it out to Hangman. Slowly he took the cup,sniffing it curiously before taking a tentative sip. “Can I come in?” I asked. Hangman seemed jarred by the request but slowly nodded and moved aside. I grinned and stepped into his house,cooing at the pups running around my feet.
I carefully stepped past them into the kitchen and put my bags down on the counter. I set my coffee down and started to pull things out of the bags. I could see Hangman in the doorway of the kitchen watching me curiously as I put some items into the fridge. 
“You’re...You’re...Pumpkin?” Hangman asked slowly,finally stepping into the kitchen as I plugged a crock pot into the wall on the counter.
“Yeah,well,that’s what Mox calls me at least.” I looked back and smiled,”You can call me Serena.”
“Right…” Hangman mumbled,watching me toss some pork loin into the crock pot and begin throwing in seasonings. 
“Cutting board?” I asked and watched Hangman point to a cabinet. I went and grabbed it along with a knife to start cutting up veggies to put into the crock pot.
“I’m sorry but...what’re you doing here?” Hangman asked and I glanced up from my cutting.
“Prepping dinner?” I asked like it was obvious,turning to toss garlic and onions into the crock pot.
“That,I can see. I just wanna know why.” Hangman gently snapped. I stopped chopping and slowly set the knife down. He looked annoyed. Shit.
“I uh...You’ve been upset for awhile now and I just thought I’d try and cheer you up...ya know?” I murmured. 
Hangman blinked slowly at me. He shook his head,running a hand over his face. “I don’t even know you!” He groaned and I could practically feel his annoyance.
Ya did it again,Serena. Why didn’t I think about the fact that he had no idea who I was? Hell. He hadn’t even known my name. I gave Hangman a small smile. “Sorry,” I murmured,walking around and grabbing my coffee along with the bags of Halloween candy and decorations I had bought. I quickly moved past Hangman,not glancing back at him as I shuffled out of the house. I really just had to go and give people more reasons to think I was odd and a freak. He was probably going to tell the locker room how I just showed up to his house like a weirdo. I should be used to it by now I guess. 
It’s fine. I would spend the day on my own...like usual. I pulled out of the driveway quickly and headed out to the park I had planned on having coffee and getting breakfast at the nearby diner. It was my days off too and I’d spend them doing the fall stuff I loved alone if I had to. I grabbed my coffee from the car and headed out towards the largest tree in the park. Already the leaves were beginning to change color. I pulled my leather jacket tighter against me as a breeze rolled by,smiling at the nip at my skin. I ducked under some of the leaves and found a good area of roots to sit at. I sat down and sighed,taking a long sip of my hot coffee to warm my insides.  
I sat there for over an hour,enjoying my coffee and scrolling on my phone. I smiled and liked a couple of tweets from fans mentioning how ‘My Season’ was coming and that I should be pushed for the Halloween season. I soon finished my coffee and sighed softly. My stomach grumbled,letting me know it was time to go to the diner and get some real food into me. I slid my phone into my pocket and pushed myself off the ground,wiping away the dirt on my backside. Empty coffee cup in hand I ducked out from under the branches and out into the open area of the park.
“Ya know,I looked all over this park this whole time and didn’t think to check the big ass tree!”
I jumped and turned,surprised to see Hangman walking towards me now changing into some jeans,his cowboy boots,a t-shirt and a jacket to save himself from the chill. “How’d you know I was here?” I asked. No way did he just know I was here.
Hangman reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “I think this fell out of one of your bags.” He told me,smoothing out the paper. “Early morning,have coffee under my favorite tree at Gelstone Park and go to Sammy’s Diner for breakfast.” He read off of the paper before holding it out to me.
I took the paper and glanced it over. I forgot I wrote out an itinerary for today so I knew what times to go and do things. I shoved the paper into my back pocket. “Thanks,”I murmured and started towards Sammy’s. I watched my Docs making sure I didn’t trip over anything as I walked but soon cowboy boots joined my vision.
“So,you planned a whole day out?”
“Because you wanted to cheer me up?”
Hangman moved ahead of me and before I could blink he was in front of me,blocking my path. “You don’t even know me.” He pointed out and I scoffed.
“I know more about you than you know about me,Hangman.” I pointed out to him,stepping around him and tossing my empty coffee cup into the garbage bin.
“See? You don’t know my name.” He argued and I glanced at him with a smirk.
“I know your name,Adam. I just like Hangman.” I shrug,”You’re the one who doesn’t know my name.” Adam deflated at that. “It’s fine. I’m used to people not giving a damn. I’m just the weird chick.” I grinned at Adam and stepped up to the diner door,reaching to grab the handle.
“No!” Adam lunged in front of me and grabbed the handle,pulling the door open and motioning for me to walk inside. 
I watched him for a second before smiling and shaking my head,walking inside. A waitress led us to a table and handed us menus. I nodded when she asked if we wanted any coffee and didn’t bother even looking at the menu. “So,what? You decided you wanted to come along?” I asked Adam,wondering why he was here. 
Adam looked up from the menu. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of the menu. “Well,I was chopping up the last of the vegetables and setting up the crock pot while I thought about it. I have nothing better to do and...you’re making the effort. So I figured why not see?” He shrugged,setting down his menu.
“Why not see what the weirdo has in store?” I asked and Adam smiled softly.
“Why not see what the embodiment of Halloween has to show me.” He corrected me. 
I glanced up at Adam and smiled softly. Our waitress returned and got our orders before disappearing again. Along with my breakfast I ordered a slice of pumpkin pie and Adam chuckled to himself at my request. Now the small talk started. I thought Adam might just remain quiet and just wait for our food to arrive but instead he started to ask about me. Where I was from,where I lived now (oh no way,you’re that close?!),if I had family,pets and how I liked AEW compared to the Indies. When our food arrived the questions didn’t stop there. He asked how I got along with the girls and was surprised to hear I didn’t get along well with them all that much before moving on to ask about how I knew him. 
With breakfast done I pushed the piece of pumpkin pie between us and motioned for Adam to take some. “Pie? Really?” He chuckled.
I took a piece of the pumpkin goodness,quickly putting it into my mouth and humming at the perfect mix of pumpkin,cinnamon and clove. “Pie is life. I’ll eat pie any day.” I told him,grinning when he took a forkful for himself.
With the pie gone I reached for my wallet but Adam beat me to it,catching the waitress and giving her a couple bills before I could even get my card out. I whined at Adam but he pointed his fork at me. “You had a lot of stuff on that itinerary of yours. Some of which I know cost money and I’m assuming you already paid for. I can pay for some stuff today. Now,what was next on the list?” He asked,setting his fork down. 
As we slid into my car I let Adam get comfortable while I fixed my black lipstick. I checked my teeth for any lipstick before glancing at Adam when he stopped adjusting his seat. “Nice car.” He murmured,looking around it. I smiled and started up the car,humming at the purr of the engine. 
“Thanks,”I laughed and started towards our next destination. A little bit outside town there was a nice pumpkin patch with a petting zoo,corn maze,farmers market and some other fall themes games. It ran all the way into the evening but by then we’d be gone doing our next activity. I turned up the volume,nodding along to the songs on Spotify’s Headbanger Halloween playlist. I knew it wasn’t Adam’s type of music but he was getting the Serena experience today.
It thankfully didn’t take long to get to the pumpkin patch and after paying to get inside and some tickets too I grabbed Adam’s hang and tugged him towards the corn maze. I started rattling off to him how we’d pick pumpkins last and browse the farmers market but first was the maze and all the games they had to offer. All I could hear was Adam’s chuckle as he agreed with my itinerary for the day.
I turned and grinned at Adam. “Race you to the end?” I asked as I walked backwards into the entrance of the corn maze. 
“You’re on.” Adam answered before dashing around me and running into the maze.
“Hey!” I turned and ran after him. For a pretty muscly guy he moved damn quick. In seconds I managed to lose the cowboy in the tall maze of corn. I never used the trick about staying to the left and eventually finding the way out. It took all the fun out of the maze. I quickly move between each area,coming up short a few times. I ran into other people but only once did I spot Adam in one area of the corn. I was in there for a few more minutes before finally finding the exit. I stepped out of the corn and looked around. Did I make it out before Adam did? 
“Adam?” I called before looking back into the maze. I must’ve made it out before him. A sudden scream beside me made me scream and arms wrapped around my middle,lifting me off the ground. My shriek had been so loud people looked over and a second later my boots touched the ground as Adam’s laughter filled my ears. “Adam!” I whined,slapping his arm but laughing a second later. Truly,I loved to be scared and it would be happening a lot later.
“I got ya good.” He grinned.
“How’d you get out first?!” I pouted and he shrugged.
“Maybe I’m just lucky.”
“Uh huh,sure. We’ll see about that.” I grabbed his hand and started leading him towards the games. 
While bobbing for apples was an option I definitely wasn’t risking my makeup for that one. Much to Adam’s teasing about it. So first we did the whole knocking over the magnetic bottles thing. Adam excelled in that one and I managed to knock over mine,putting more force than needed since he had more muscle over me. A few more games and eventually overall Adam was the winner. 
“Lucky lucky lucky. It’s just luck,Adam!” I whined.
“Don’t confuse luck with skill,Pumpkin.” Adam grinned,reaching out and booping my nose. I snapped at his finger with my teeth.
“Yeah,yeah. Sure.” I laughed and looked at the farmers market. “C’mon,I want a caramel apple.” I grinned and jumped,heading for the stands. I easily found the stand with hot apple cider,hot chocolate,candy and caramel apples. I ordered a caramel apple while Adam ordered a hot chocolate for himself. As soon as I had the caramel apple I held it up to Adam. “Want some?” I asked.
Adam looked at the apple. “Caramel?” He asked and I nodded. “Candy’s better.” He smirked as I gasped. 
“Not true at all.” I told him,shaking my head. Adam leaned in,biting into the apple. I giggled and bit into the other side,the two of us ripping a big chunk out of the apple. I hummed at the sweetness of the caramel mixed in with the tart green apple. “Perfect.” I sighed,wiggling happily. We found a bench to sit on,having our treats and letting Adam take another bite of my apple now and again. When our treats were done it was time to pick out our pumpkins. 
Adam grabbed a wagon. “Get on in.” He motioned to the wagon.
“Seriously?” I laughed and he nodded.
“The wagon’s for pumpkins.” He pointed out,reaching out and tucking a piece of my bright orange hair behind my ear. 
If it wasn’t for the chill in the air I wouldn’t have noticed how my face grew hot at the action and silently pleaded with myself that my face wasn’t shining red through my foundation. I climbed into the wagon,sitting down cross legged. I reached out and tugged on the back of Adam’s jacket before pointing forward. “Onward!” I screamed,a few people looking in our direction as Adam started to pull me along in the wagon towards all the pumpkins. 
I sat silently in the wagon until Adam stopped,deeming the pumpkins in the area perfect. He held his hand out and I took it,carefully climbing out of the wagon. I walked between the pumpkins and spotted a perfect medium sized one. I picked it up and inspected all sides of it before brushing some dirt off and setting it into the wagon. 
“Behind you.” Adam grunted before lowering a large pumpkin into the wagon. 
“Did you get a big enough pumpkin?” I laughed and he huffed with a nod.
“It’s perfect!” He motioned to the pumpkin. It was perfect. Almost completely clear of any bumps or marks and the perfect orange color. 
“Okay,I have to agree.” I laughed and patted the large pumpkin. I carefully stepped into the wagon and situated myself down behind the large gourd. I placed my medium sized pumpkin in my lap and dug my phone from my pocket,holding it out to Adam. Wordlessly he took the phone and stepped back a bit. “Good boy.” I giggled at the fact that he knew what I wanted. After adjusting my hair I posed for Adam,letting him snap a few pictures for me. When I was satisfied I held my hand out for the phone and scrolled through the pictures he took while he began wheeling us back towards the front of the pumpkin patch. 
After paying for said pumpkins Adam made the heroic trek back to the car with his large pumpkin in arms. With the pumpkins comfortably strapped into the back seat we piled back into the car and headed out to find something for lunch before the night time festivities began. Already the sun was starting to go down and I knew once we ate it’d be time to head to the amusement park for the real fun. Adam once again insisted on paying for the meal since I had purchased the tickets for the amusement park. With full bellies we returned to his home.
The large pumpkin was placed on his front porch along with my medium sized pumpkin. As soon as we walked into the house Adam went about feeding his babies while I checked on the crock pot. I grinned at the smell of the food and knew later this would be perfect for dinner. I basted the pork loin before shutting the lid again. 
“So how scared am I getting tonight?” Adam asked me as he reached into the fridge and pulled out two beers.
“By the amusement park or me?” I asked,taking the offered beer. I hopped up to sit on the counter and crossed my legs,taking a long sip of the refreshing malt beverage. 
“I don’t think you could scare me.” Adam scoffed with a smile.
“Oh? Even if I was doing the creepy dark shit I act like in the ring?” I laughed,remembering how the girls called me a creep for the kinda creepy and sultry way I acted in the ring.
“Turn me on? Yes. Creep me out? No.” Adam answered,eyes widened slightly as he realized what he said.
I giggled at the look on his face. “I’ve gotten the ‘the goth thing is hot’ thing before,don’t worry. Guys like it from time to time just not all the time.” I reassured him.
Adam frowned slightly. “Why not all the time?” He asked. Genuinely asked. Not like a ‘asking so she thinks I care’ kind of asking.
“I dunno.” I shrugged,”Trust me,if I knew my love life would be different.” 
Adam’s frown deepened. “They don’t know what they’re missing then. It’s hot year round.” He replied,taking a long pull from his beer.
“You calling me hot,Adam?” I grinned,giggling at the redness tinting his cheeks as he shook his head at me.
“Maybe I am,Pumpkin.” He laughed,reaching out and tugging at the chain hanging from my hip.
“Good to know.” I answered but I knew he probably didn’t mean it. It’s me after all. I hopped off of the counter and grinned. “We need to prep for later.” I told him,skipping into his living room. I set the beer down and ran outside to the car,grabbing the bags of Halloween decorations. I was in a flurry of throwing Halloween throw blankets and pillows onto the couch. I handed purple and orange lights to Adam,instructing him to hang them how he deemed fit since it was his living room after all. I started putting out pumpkin decorations,bat decals on the walls and tastefully placing cobwebs around the living room. I set out bowls for candy later,not wanting to risk the pups eating a chocolate bar. I hummed as I set out candles and stepped back to admire my work. 
“What is all this for?” Adam asked as he joined me.
I looked up at Adam. “Movies,silly. Gotta have proper decor for horror movies.” I grinned and reached into a bag,dumping all my horror DVDs onto the coffee table. 
“You really are a spooky chick,huh?” I grinned and stepped close to Adam until we were chest to chest and I craned my neck up to look at him.
“Don’t you forget it,cowboy.”
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daddyhausen · a month ago
Could I request normally being the one in control but Hangman suddenly finds his confidence in the bedroom?
dom!hangman, my beloved <3
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you eyed him curiously for the moment, his demeanour somewhat odd, his gaze fixated on your but eyes held an emptiness, not one of distaste or lack of attention. it was more as if he was questioning something, that of which you could not exactly tell behind those cornflower blues. he sat on the couch in waiting, chewing his bottom lip anxiously, your mind absent of the possible thoughts that could be running through his. he maintained his absent gaze, fixated on the blank t.v screen, an action which caused you to tilt your head with slight uncertainty. worry soon began to set in on your part.
“everything alright?” you questioned cautiously, your voice soft and soothing in his ears, wrapping your arms around his neck lightly, resting your chin upon his shoulder. the sudden action caused the cowboy to jolt abruptly, a soft sight leaving his lips upon realising it was you. adam had been rather on edge for about a week now, at first it did not seem to have any effect or plague your mind, but you’d never seen him this jittery around you, the poor cowboy stammering over his words just at the mere sight of you. 
‘i-i’m fine, d-doll…” he stuttered, swallowing a thick gulp that rose in his throat. his hand came up to cup the back of your palm, gently smoothing over the skin with the calloused pad of his thumb. adam knew you weren’t stupid, you could clearly see the anxiety wrecking his mind, tormenting your poor husband. he toyed with his wedding band for a moment, in hopes that it would quell the single persistent thought that raged in his mind. 
“c’mon cowboy, tell me what’s bothering you” you offered him a small smile, making your way around the couch, sitting in his lap, well…practically straddling his hips, arms still loosely wrapped around his neck, twirling his light, honey-blond curls around your fingertips. your movements were slow, gently, easing him out of the anxious spiral for a second. he avoided your gaze momentarily, peering back down to his wedding band, twirling it absentmindedly with his thumb. 
embarrassment was not even the word he could use to describe his feelings going into this conversation. he was downright mortified at your possible reaction. he only hoped you would not think of him as less of a man or husband at his request. he found a shred of confidence in that moment to meet your gaze, cornflower blues baring his soul into yours, a thick gulp rising in his throat once more as words failed to pass his lips.
“i…uhh…” he stammered, mind foggy, practically forgetting the words he so desperately wanted to say, not even sure if it was genuine forgetfulness, or an effort to conserve his embarrassment. you cupped his cheek lightly, bringing him back to reality for a moment, a silent reassurance on your part. he exhaled with a shaky breath followed by a heavy sigh. 
“y’know how uh…you’re always the one in control?” he paused for a moment, recollecting his words, his cheeks heated up with a soft pinkish hue, the contrast bright against the golden glow of his hair. “y’know… like in bed”
he seemingly shied away into himself in that moment, feeling the embarrassment taking over his muscles. you would not allow him the luxury of avoiding your gaze, cupping his cheeks in both your palms, almost forcing him to look up at you. you leaned in, planting quite a rough kiss to his lips, leaving the cowboy smiling softly into the kiss. he pulled back momentarily, his expression was subtle, he seemed taken aback by it for a second. 
“so you’re saying you want to dominate me?” you cocked your head in a questioning manner, the subtle sultry undertone in your words seemed to only arouse the embarrassed cowboy. he gave a soft nod, staring up at you, pupils dilated, mind absolutely consumed with lust. there was no shame in hiding it at this point, adam was already far beyond driven into this conversation, practically digging himself deeper into a hole without even saying anything. your fingers lightly tapped the back of his neck, the sensation subtle against his skin, arms still wrapped around him, keeping him in place for now.
“well…i’m all yours” your words lulled softly in his ear, as delicate as a daydream, as sinful as a nightmare. the sound flicked a switch in adam’s brain, an overwhelming sensation that he had not even acknowledged up until this point, it was raw, it was primal, pure dominance flooded his senses. he wasted no time acting upon them, having untangled your arms from around his neck, securing them above your head, managing to position himself atop of you, your back pressed against the cool faux leather of the couch in one swift motion.
the sight of adam’s new found confidence aroused you, his eyes glowed like sapphires in the dull, moon lit living room, thighs clenching together almost instinctively together, trying to quell the arousal that had quickly built, in the pit of your stomach, your panties essentially soaked through with your sweetness. he started down at you, eyes hungry, a man possessed, mouth slightly hung open with soft pants, hopelessly trying to hold back his urges until he waited for a verbal response. 
 a small smirk fell to his lips, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, parting them slightly. it was your turn to shy away from him, hiding your heated cheeks into your biceps, hiding away from his gaze. he tutted softly, prying your face by your chin to once again meet his eyes
“y’know  i’m not going to go easy on you, right?”  he asked anyway, despite knowing your answer was going to be a resounding yes. you gave a soft nod, still far too stunned to speak, after having been trapped in such an arousing predicament. “good…”
he remained in that position for a few moments, just taking in the sight of you. never had you looked so vulnerable beneath him, so small, so fragile trapped between his palms, still your confidence remained, it never wavered, just hid itself beneath a mask of submissiveness, and by god if adam did not thing it was the most arousing thing. he retracted his palm from your wrists, resuming his sitting position on the couch. 
“strip.” he simply stated. he commanded. 
it was just your luck that the only clothing that shielded your modesty from his eyes was one of his shirts, the fabric thin, loosely hanging off your body, sitting mid-thigh on you. your breasts full and round, hardened nipples poking through the almost sheer fabric. quickly, you pried it from your body, the cowboy’s eyebrows raising with such faux surprise when it was revealed you were completely bare underneath. he licked his lips with such hunger that it could only be compared to that of a starving lion, so needy for his next meal as his scanned over your now naked frame.
he was quick to shed his clothing, making the scene far more intimate than it already was. you remained still before him, watching on as he resumed his sitting position, a pile of discarded clothing now resided in the centre of the living room. his actions were simple, petting his thigh, beckoning you to sit. no words, only actions, which seemed to resound more in your ears amongst the silence. 
slowly you made your way before him, taking your throne, your place on his thigh. his skin warm against your dripping cunt, the sensation made a small gasp emit from your lips, one of which earned a soft chuckle from the cowboy. his hands fell to your hips, pushing them down against his thigh, slowly rocking you back and forth. you followed his silent commands, slowly bucking your hips to meet his movements. his fingers digging into your skin, adding the pleasure slowly building inside you. your eyes met his for a moment, initially shocked by how sudden his demeanour had changed, he looked like a completely different man, it was as if there was this underlying dominance just waiting to be released. your stomach swelled with arousal, soft whimpers quietly ripping through your throat, hands wrapping around his neck once more to stabilise yourself, head buried into his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, trying ever so hard to quell the orgasm that wanted to badly to rage through your veins.
he noticed this, how reserved you’d become in a matter of minutes, trying so hard to quiet yourself, only small mutters of his name filling his ears, he found the sight rather endearing, you acting so submissive and needy for him. his thigh glistened winder moonlight with your sweetness, god he was so enamoured with the sight, but he was not finished with you yet, not wanting you to cum right away, that would simply spoil the fun
unbeknownst to him, it was far too late for the scenario to unfold the way he wanted, for your hips had increased their speed, sweet cunt grinding against his thick thigh, the sight making his cock swell. before he could even open his lips to protest, your hips were shaking violently, sweetness coating his skin, orgasm completely wrecking your frame. before you could even comprehend your orgasm, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging roughly, making you look up at him with hot tears beginning to well in your eyes. 
“did i fucking say you could cum, little slut?” he snarled, his lips pressed against your cheek. your semi-faux submissiveness claimed your exterior, on the inside you were smiling with glee at his dominance. he pried you off of his thigh, still with a fistfull of your hair, positioning you between his thighs. “i was gonna be nice to you doll, but now i think you need to learn a lesson in obedience…”
“open your fucking mouth.” you gulped thickly, mind still hazy from your first orgasm. still you obeyed, understanding his words enough to do so, opening your mouth, tongue poking out the slightest, spit lingering on the tip of it, awaiting his cock. he did not even prepare himself, his cock already fully erect, swollen and leaking with pre-cum. he too your head between his hands, tugging roughly at your scalp as he brought your lips to his cock. 
such a lovely action it was, his cock already forcing its way into the back of your throat, no warning whatsoever, already allowing such delicious pleasure to swell in your belly once more. his cock lathered in your spit, tongue swiping across every vein littering his shaft, a sick gagging sound left your lips, one of which left the cowboy shuddering with pleasure. 
“just because you’re normally in control doesn't mean you get to cum without my permission tonight, darlin”’ he gave a particularly rough thrust to the back of your throat, causing you to gag around his cock, in tears from how rough he was being, and you loved every damn second of it. you had to stabilise yourself, hands pressed against his thigh, peering up at him with red, teary eyes, begging for his release. you needed to taste him, feel his seed dripping down the back of your throat.
he was relentless, hips slamming against your lips, cock slipping deeper and deeper down your throat, he was not going to hold himself back, no way in hell. his fingers tightened their grip on your scalp, burying his cock deep in the back of your throat, animalistic grunts leaving his lips, with a single thrust he released on your tongue, a sensation which left your mind numb to everything else, your other senses completely diminished besides taste. he pried his cock from your lips, with a delighted sigh, some of his cum dripping down your lips, his thumb coming up to swipe it clean, placing the appendage back into your mouth, allowing you to lick it clean as you swallowed him gratefully. he returned to the couch, a laboured pant in his breath as he beckoned you to stand up.
“come ride my cock, darlin’”, his demeanour seemed to revert slightly, yet still holding such a dominant presence despite the lack of degradation in his words. you stood up with a bit too  much enthusiasm, not that he seemed to mind, you joined him on the couch, straddling his hips once more, lifting them up slightly, allowing him to position his cock at your entrance. he slipped into you with such ease, both hands holding you in position, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, he was being rather gentle despite his previous actions. 
he still held his dominance, although it was a lot more softer, more protective than the type displayed earlier. he allowed you to softly swirl your hips, although his thrusts were rough, they were slower, more controlled, more intimate. your face close to his, taking in the sight of each other. your hips bounced, pretty cunt taking his cock deep, each and every thrust felt like heaven. 
“feel so fuckin’ good for me, darlin’” his grunts were soft and shallow in your ear. his fingers entangled in your hair once more, not as rough as the last, it was more loving. pleasured whines slipped past your lips, flooding the air with the sweet sound, in tears from how overstimulated you were, your second orgasm on the brink of release. “gonna fill your pretty pussy up”
“adam…” you whimpered into his shoulder, tightening your grip around him. “gonna cum…”
his arms now wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the warmth of his chest. he remained silent for the moment, just revelling in the sweet sound of your moans. his hips bucked upward to meet your thrusts, bodies crashing together in such heated movements, his warmth flooding your void, filling you up so deliciously. your body collapsed in a feat of laboured breaths, chest heaving as your sweetness gushed around his thick cock, heavy, content sighs from both your lips. 
“i didn’t hurt you, did i?” adam’s voice perked up after a few moments of silence. you shook your head no, still coming down from such an exhilarating orgasm, leaning up to place a gentle peck to his lips. 
“please do that more often…”
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naturalxselection · 2 months ago
lick u clean
pairing: adam page x reader
prompt: "such a good little slut. that's right, suck it clean."
warnings: smut, blow jobs, slight degredation
Admittedly, Adam wanting to spend time with you had come as a surprise. You had a reputation backstage and on the independent scene that attracted the wrong type of guy. You had your fair share of run-ins with assholes who thought that you were easy and that because they were higher on the card than you, they had a claim to your body. Whenever Adam came around, that seemed to stop quite a bit. You were grateful for him being there to ward off those assholes, and maybe, you wanted to see how long he could really be a gentleman for.
Your answer was well over a year. No matter what the two of you did for the next year, he was always nice and respectful. It wasn't until you told him that you were okay with a little name calling that he started to give in. What began as "dirty girl" slowly started to become "my little slut." You had already found Adam ridiculously hot, but this newer side to him was something else entirely.
"You keep teasing me like that, and I'll have to do something about it," Adam warned. You gave him a look, one that told him every single one of your intentions. He seemed contemplative for a moment before moving onto his knees in front of you. "You'd like that wouldn't you? I bet if I took these little shorts of your off, you'd be soaking already."
"Maybe you should take them off and see for yourself," you teased. Adam pushed you back against where you'd been sitting in your chair and placed his hands on your waist. Your tank top rode up a little bit and you could feel his hands against your skin. You held your breath as he pulled your athletic shorts down your legs, tsking at your lack of underwear. "What can I say? I like being prepared."
"Prepared for what? Did you think I was going to fuck you today?" Adam asked you. You nodded as his hands pushed open your thighs. He licked his lips as he studied the state of wetness between your legs. It wasn't quite as wet as he usually liked before he fucked you, but it was obvious you'd been thinking about him for a while. "I haven't even touched you yet and look at this. Practically dripping like a dirty little slut."
"You always make me wet Adam, always," you told him. He ducked his head down, hiding his own flusterment by licking a long stride along your center. You threaded your fingers in his hair, moving his head so that his mouth was always where you wanted it. Adam allowed for you to have this control, to use him for your own pleasure. With your legs shaking around his head, Adam reached down and pulled his own pants down. You could hear the crinkle of a wrapper before and after he tossed his wallet behind him.
"Get up," Adam said as he stood up. You stood up from the chair and Adam took your place. He pulled you onto his lap and slowly lowered you onto his cock. Adam tipped his head back and let his mouth fall open as a pleasured sigh escaped him. You buried your head on his shoulder as he began thrusting up into you.
"Adam," you moaned. He wrapped his arm around your waist as his thrusts picked up speed. Each exaggerated push of his hips against yours earned him a squeak of a moan. He leaned his head forward as you started to get closer, muttering in your ear how good you felt around him. You started bucking your hips to match his thrusts, both of you moving wildly at this point. Somehow, you came first, making what you knew was a mess on him.
"Come on," Adam said as he moved you onto the floor in front of him. He pulled the condom off and stroked himself, rubbing the bit of your arousal that had dripped onto him along the length of his cock. You leaned forward, allowing for him to put himself inside of your mouth. "Such a good little slut. That's right, suck it clean."
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plentyoffandoms · 4 months ago
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Adam Page x f/Reader (18+)
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Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Spiting, unprotected sex. Degrading names.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs and photos do not belong to me.
Hope you like it @thenerdybaker523
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17: Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me.
Stephen - Adam Page
I am absolutely fuming as I watch Stephen interact with some of the new talent. The talent that I hired.
These women can not seem to keep their hands to themselves and since Stephen is such a gentleman, he isn't telling them to back off because he considers that "too rude."
But there is one that just keeps putting her hands all over him and even though he keeps moving her hands, she keeps putting them back.
And he knew I was angry. He can clearly tell by the look on my face and he knows that there will be a fight about this later.
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"Okay ladies, it is time for you to leave and get ready for tonight's show." His southern drawl made them all swoon, but did they move?
"You heard him. Time to go, you got a job to do." I said as nicely as I could.
"Stephen, please follow me." I said to him sternly. The one who had her hands on him gave me a dirty look but did I fucking care? Hell no.
"Coming Ma'am." We try to keep it as professional as we can at work but that will not be happening today.
He followed behind me, the sounds of our footsteps seemed to be bouncing off the walls at each step.
My heels were slamming with each step it felt like as we walked to my office that I have here st Daily's Place.
When we got closer to my office, he walked ahead of me and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as I walked past him.
He quickly closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked. The moment I heard the click I went to open my mouth but he just smashed his lips against mine and pulled be flushed against his body.
I moaned into the kiss when I felt how hard he was. His kisses were rough and demanding and I was loving every second of it.
He pulled his lips away and he just stood there, staring at me. "Now YN, that wasn't really nice of you to be glaring at those young women." He said to me in a mocking tone.
That made me angry and I tried to pull away from him, but his grip got tighter. His one hand wove into my hair and gave it a nice tug, making me gasp.
"Did I say you could move YN?" I tried to shake my head no, but had a hard time with his hand gripping my hair.
"No buts YN. You know they are just being friendly and you should know that I am yours and no one can ever take me away from you."
"Then maybe do something to actually show them that I am yours. I am sick of us hiding our relationship just to keep your fans happy Stephen."
"And what do you suppose we do about that?" He said as started to kiss up and down my neck, making sure not to leave any marks.
"Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me."
He seemed to pause at that and I knew he was thinning about what I said. Then I felt his teeth sink into my skin, actually breaking it.
I moaned loudly as I clung to his shirt. This is all new with him. Stephen only ever leaves marks when he knows we won't be seen anywhere.
"You want me to dominate you?"
"More than anything." I told him, without missing a beat. Didn't want him to think I wasn't sure.
With those magic words it was like something went off his head. A growl left his mouth and he wad lifting me into his arms to place me on my desk.
He went to work on undoing his jeans and I just leaned back on my elbows, watching as he is about to become feral.
This side I only see in the privacy of our room. I have no idea what the hell he is going to do.
Now his hands were sliding up my legs and under my skirt as I am working to undo his shirt and I was expecting him to just push my panties aside but what he did had me soaked.
He ripped my panties in half and after he checked to make sure I was wet enough, he slammed into me and I moaned so loud I am sure people heard me on the other side of the building.
"Is this what you wanted?" He spit out through clenched teeth.
"Uh huh." Was the only answer I could muster as my mind got taken over by what he was doing to my body.
His cock kept hitting that spot in me and I couldn't think straight. "Fuck, can feel you already. You gonna cum on my dick huh? My little slut."
His thrusts were so hard and fast that he was actually moving my desk backwards and he didn't give a shit.
"Gotta seem them tits YN." I went to undo my shirt but I wasn't moving fast enough for him because without even missing a beat, he ripped my shirt in half.
His leaned down and started to bite and kiss me chest, making sure to leave plenty of marks.
"Fuck, you're gonna look so good with me dripping down your legs, isn't that right baby?"
I couldn't even answer him. I am so focused on my pleasure and just finishing.
But Stephen wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed. My mouth fell open as this is something he has never done with me and I am loving every single moment of it.
He took that time to spit into my mouth. "Swallow it you little fucking whore." He said that by thrusting into me faster if possible.
I tried to swallow as best as I could and I opened my mouth to show it was all gone. He growled and he leaned down and gave me a sloppy kiss, with his hand still around my neck.
"Now answer me."
"Yes." I cried out.
"Yes what?"
"Gonna look good with your cum," I couldn't even finish my sentence as it all became too much for me.
I cried out his name as my pussy started to spasm around his cock. My whole body was shaking and I am pretty sure I blacked out there for a moment.
When I came too, Stephen's thrusts were sloppy and with a cry of my name he stilled and came in me.
"Shit YN." He said as he tried to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out of me and I groaned as I felt our combined juices leak out of me and onto my desk.
He handed me his shirt so I can wear it and he put himself away.
"We good?"
"We are good Stephen." I said as I tried to fix myself up. My back was facing him at this point. I felt his arms wrap around me.
"You know YN, I love you and only you. No need to get jealous." I relaxed into his body.
"I know, I just don't like it."
"Neither do I but this happens. I am not going anywhere. You are it for me." He said as I turned my head to look at him.
We gently kissed one another and I knew in my heart he wasn't going anywhere.
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josiewrites · 10 days ago
🎤🍌 hangman (either together or separate)
🎤- how loud they can be
🍌- sex toy headcanon
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His moans and gasps grew louder as I moved the fleshlight, stroking him just the way he liked. “Faster, baby,” he murmured, struggling against the cuffs behind his back. 
I smirked, the tease audible in my voice. “What was that, baby? I can’t hear you.” I licked a trail along his neck as I kept up the same pace, my breasts pressing against his back. “Ask for what you want.”
“Baby, please,” he whimpered, louder this time. The way his hips bucked up into the toy, I knew he’d break. “Please-fuck-please, I need you.” 
I stood and moved around him, kissing his cheek before removing the toy. “That’s my good cowboy,” I cooed as I slid myself down onto his aching cock. 
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middmjf · 8 months ago
"I know I told you to leave, but you should have stayed. You should have stayed because that's what I needed more than anything."
Pairing:Hangman x reader x Matt jackson
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Standing backstage I watched as everything happened Matt and nick walking backstage with Kenny. Matt walked to me and hugged me his nose in the crook of my neck “I’m going to walk him to his car” he cupped my face and kissed the corner of my mouth.
I nodded biting my lip, the cheering and clapping startling me. My eyes landing on the new AEW champ he hugged everyone there the dark order, tony khan. Sighing I decided to find Matt ..being there was a big mistake.
Hangman’s eyes found mine before I turned and I immediately walked out of there I could hear him shouting my name.
“Y/n wait” he shouted. My feet froze not daring to move, I hadn’t seen him in months ever since that night.
Slightly turning he walked closer to me out of breath he adjusted the belt on his shoulder my eyes scanning it. He looked good with it I always knew he would.
He stopped right in front of me he shrugged “you look-“ I cut him off “don’t. Don’t say anything” his hand ran through his golden curls.
His eyes connecting with mine. “I’m sorry… about the way things ended. I was a horrible drunk idiot okay that’s something I will regret for the rest of my life. You were the best thing in my life and I was blind”
My eyes watered as I remembered that night
“Adam! Adam wait” he ignored me as he stormed to his dressing room. Of course a bottle of whiskey right there for him. He had just lost to the elite for the title match I tried to talk to him but he just ignored me.
After about an hour of just sitting in silence and watching his drink half of the bottle I had, had enough.
“Are you ready to talk now?” I gulped.
He looked at me, his eyes blood shot red. He scoffed and chuckled “talk? What’s there to talk about y/n”
I sighed "I can't even bare to look at you anymore." My heart dropped “what?” I whispered.
He stood up “the fact that you’re even friends with them? Let alone Matt? Being in love with you? They destroyed us tonight and you stood there and let him hug you” he yelled.
“You know what maybe you should go…You're just clingy and annoying, and I only ever had you around because I felt sorry for you."
The tears flowed and his face fell as soon as he said that. He walked closer to me “baby I’m-“
I pushed him back "Get the hell away from me." I stormed out of the room. My heart left there, shattered.
*end of flashback*
I bit my lip sniffling “thought I was just clingy and annoying?” His eyes widened.
“No never. I never meant that. I just said that to hurt you and I regret it” he told me
My hands were shaking “you know that night you came back to the hotel…” his eyes met mine again "I know I told you to leave, but you should have stayed. You should have stayed because that's what I needed more than anything."
Hangman walked closer to me but I left my hand out "I just want to fix this..." he whispered
He tried to grab my hand but I pulled away. “You can’t” I cried. “Because there is nothing here for you to fix. We’re done.”
I wiped my tears “I wish things were different I wish that I was there with you when you won that title. But You broke me."
“You left for good that night. You didn’t bother to call, Text you didn’t even try” I gasped.
This was too hard. Seeing him after all these months was hard and it felt like everything was hitting me at once, where the hell was matt I need him.
"More than anything, I wish I didn't miss you. I wish I didn't spend every single damn day next to the door, waiting for you to burst through to tell me that you were wrong and that everything would all be fine. I wish I didn't love you, even now." Tears we’re streaming down his face.
He licked his lips “you love me?” I nodded “I will always have love for you. Just not like before adam… I’m happy for you”
An arm wrapped around me “we all are.” I sighed in content snuggling closer to Matt, he was my safe place. He kissed the side of my head gently and I closed my eyes feeling myself relax.
Hangman nodded avoiding our gaze looking everywhere but at us, he had the belt but the one thing he wanted most was in the arms of another man.
Matt looked at me “you ready” his thumb rubbing my cheek I nodded. I turned to look at hangman once more "oh and Adam…Don't act like we're suddenly on speaking terms. This changes nothing."
He scoffed as we left, Matt’s arm still wrapped around me. He pulled me closer as we walked
“How’s Ken?” I asked, “he’ll be fine” I watched him from the corner of my eye. He smiled softly “what?”
I stopped turning to face him fully “how long were you listening for” he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. “From the beginning” he kissed me gently.
My eyes widened “why didn’t you save me sooner?” I hit his chest. “Ow.. you needed to get that off your chest. I know it’s been killing you baby” he tucked a stray hair behind my ear
“I knew if anything were about to happen I would swoop in but you had it mama. You did great” he kissed me again. This time I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer and he groaned
He pulled back slowly “okay let’s get out of here. We run a bath, get to bed and how about a nice back rub” he pulled me away.
Smiling I followed him “Mm that sounds good” Matt smirked “the back rubs for me” he laughed.
I giggled elbowing him slightly, After everything fell apart Matt was there to help piece it all back together. He was always patient and kind with me I loved Matt he was my rock.
“You know Kenny’s going to kill you guys when he finds out you didn’t stop hangman from beating him” I said as we got into the elevator.
Matt chuckled “yeah well he’ll be fine” our eyes connected. “Why did you let him win Matt?”
His eyes bore into mine “because he needed something good in his life… The only good thing he had was you and he didn’t even know it was the best thing he had until he lost you”
He shrugged “you know, one man’s junk another man’s treasure” i bit my lip “you calling me junk?”
Matt chuckled shaking his head “never baby doll, now come’er” he pulled me to him by my pant loop, Our lips instantly connecting.
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elitehunter · a year ago
Hangman Adam Page: Lights, Camera, Action
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x fem!reader
Summary: Dark Order is filming another movie with Hangman at the helm. You, worried about the safety involved with some of their newest antics, are not entertained by your lovable group of friends. So you agree to stick around and oversee filming and make sure they’re not doing anything TOO crazy. But wait...how did you end up acting in it?
Rating: G Warning: none. I mean this is honestly BTE level crack and chaos and then fluff Requested by: the other half of team bad babes: @dancingwithsilhouettes Prompts: list one: #27: “No. Regrets.” and #49: “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” Tag squad: @hikarus-shida @alyhull request a fic!
“This is a bad idea,” you hear the voice before you even turn the corner and your mind automatically springs forth with a list of possibilities of what you’re about to see. 
It could be anything, really. A week ago, you’d walked into a room and found Brian and Griff eating an entire pizza. A few days after that, you’d watched Eddie fill a sock with quarters and tell you not to ask questions (he’d later smacked Jon in the back with it as a joke). Just yesterday, you’d stopped Cezar Benoni from trying to throw Marko Stunt from a lower level balcony into the pool waiting below.
Every time you thought you’d encountered the worst idea someone on the roster had, they outdid themselves. 
“It’s a great idea!” you hear another voice. But in the back of your mind, you’re willing to bet it most definitely is not. 
You turn around the corner to walk into the parking lot and your eyebrows lift. 
“What on earth —” you start, causing all of the men gathered there to turn around. 
There, in the center of the lot, is Dark Order. And you’re not quite sure how to explain what you’re seeing. Colt has something that looks like war paint on his face. Uno, Stu, and Preston are all attempting to climb onto one scooter. Alan is kneeling by a smoke machine. Alex is behind the wheel of a golf cart and by process of elimination that means Silver is in the gorilla suit. 
You turn and see Hangman holding up his camera and he is staring at you with wide eyes. 
“This is a closed set!” says Alex the same time Colt shouts a panicked “Scatter!” To which only Alan and Stu listen, bolting off in different directions. 
“Are you guys making another movie?” you ask, an exasperated sigh. 
Somewhere in the direction Stu ran, a car alarm goes off. 
“You know if anyone else walks out here and finds you like this — you can’t put three people on an electric scooter. Someone is going to get hurt.”
Uno is the first one to step towards you. “It’s really going to be fine,” he tries to assure you, but you’re skeptical.”
“Plus, we’re almost done with the dream sequence scene,” Alex adds in.
“Please don’t rat us out,” Colt adds before turning to the others. “She’s definitely going to rat us out.”
“What if we offer you a cameo?” comes Silver’s voice from inside the costume. 
Seeing that you’re getting a little overwhelmed, it’s Hangman that sets the camera down. “Everyone take five. And actually — someone go find Stu and Five.” Then he gestures for you to come walk with him. He’s quiet for a moment. “Reynolds was right. We are almost done,” he reasons. 
The look you give him says that you’re clearly not impressed with that. He’s become one of your closest friends backstage and you both know each other too well for his excuse to fly or you to drop the subject and walk away. 
“You know I worry about you guys getting hurt in the ring all the time,” you remind him. 
“I know, but I promise, we’ve worked it all out. And the final product’ll be worth it.” When you’re still unconvinced, he sighs — taking your hand in his. “What if you hang around for the rest of filming? You’ll see that it’s not so bad. I’ll even list you as a producer,” he teases. 
“Executive producer,” you counter, jokingly. “Fine. At least if I’m watching I can make sure things don’t get too out of hand. Just let me go get some first aid supplies.”
An hour later, you’ve already used some of the first aid supplies and you’re staring exasperatedly at the others. They have promised you that this is the final action scene. You are fairly certain that they have raised your blood pressure significantly, but they’ve also made you laugh and smile a lot. Especially Adam. It’s a mix of those goofy lopsided grins he aims your way paired with how serious he’s actually taking the task of directing this whole fiasco. 
When he hands the camera to Uno to prepare for a scene that he is apparently in and smiles and winks at you, you smile so brightly in return you almost don’t notice that Preston has returned to the lot in a horse mask or that Colt, Alan, and Stu have carefully laid out at least one hundred mousetraps. 
“Saddle up, Hangman,” you hear Stu shout. 
Your eyes widen as you watch the improbable but somehow not entirely surprising spectacle of Hangman attempting to climb onto Preston’s back while the tenth member of Dark Order prepares to crawl across the mouse traps. 
“CUT!” you yell at the top of your lungs, marching over and swatting Adam in the arm. “Are you guys — I — that will actually hurt him.”
“I’ll be fine,” Preston counters. “I won’t feel it. I can’t even feel my face right now.”
You resist the urge to smack your forehead or anyone else within reach. 
“Is this a safety concern?” Colt questions, unhelpfully. 
“Yes. Obviously. Safety first! What are you? FIVE?”
“What did I do? This wasn’t even my idea. They cut all my script contributions.”
“I didn’t mean you, Alan,” you say, exasperated. 
Seeing how seriously you’re taking the wellbeing of everyone there, Adam’s expression softens. He steps away from Preston and towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Alright, darlin’. I’m sorry, maybe we got a bit carried away. How about we call it a day and I make some rewrites tonight and we pick it up tomorrow?”
Everyone agrees and even though you’re still in a bit of a huff, you nod and he grins at you. 
Later that night, you’re exhausted. Your hair is wrapped in a towel and you’re dressed for bed when someone knocks on your hotel room door.
When you pull it open, you’re surprised to find Adam standing there. He gives you a smile and asks to come inside. 
“So,” he says, walking in once you step aside to grant him entry. “I bring peace offerings for stressing you out so much this afternoon.” And you realize his hands are full. You smile as he holds up a bag that you just know has your favorite snacks and a DVD inside and you see that he’s got one in his other hand that you can guarantee has a couple of cold beers in it. He gives you a hopeful smile. 
You smile. “Come on then. Set up the movie.”
He grins that handsome lop-sided grin in your direction and mutters a soft ‘yes ma’am’ before setting to work while you remove the towel from you hair and go back into the bathroom to comb it out. He starts talking to you from the room. “I was thinking about what Silver said about you being in the movie,” he started. “And when I went over the script, I figured he was right. But not a cameo. A recast into his role.”
Your eyebrows lift and you poke your head out the bathroom doorway. “The gorilla?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. That was just for the dream sequence. He has another part. And he’s admittedly excited about it. But I think it’d be better with you.”
You look at him, a bit unsure. “What do I have to do?”
“Nothing crazy,” he promises and he’s looking at you so hopefully that you smile a bit. “Just a couple of scenes. Most of them are with me.”
“Okay,” you acquiesce, moving to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. “But you have to let me look at the script in the morning first.”
He beams and finishes setting up the movie before joining you on the bed. He starts taking out the snacks he brought and hands you a beer. Your little movie night tradition with him whenever you can get the chance. 
“Thanks, darlin’. You’re the best.”
You smile when he gives you a peck on the cheek and then turn your attention to the movie, hoping you haven’t agreed to anything too ridiculous. 
It turns out that it wasn’t too ridiculous — unless you think about the fact that Silver was supposed to be filling this role opposite the man in front of you instead. Then you almost start to laugh. 
But you’ve managed through you scenes — Academy Award nominee you are not — and it all culminated in filming the last scene. Which you’re suddenly nervous about. 
Hangman’s character and yours have escaped some dangerous antics, though this time he let you go over and nix whatever you thought was too over the top (“You don’t need pyro! What are you? Cody’s entrance? Put. It. Back.”) and it had gone off without a hitch. Now you’re staring up into his eyes, his hand on the small of your back about to film the final moment of the scene. A kiss. 
His other hand cups the side of your face and he leans down and brushes his lips almost tentatively against yours at first. It’s enough to make you forget the group of men holding filming equipment around you and when he deepens the kiss and his mouth is firmly against yours, you hear fireworks in the back of your brain. (Even without the pyro.)
Your arms wind around him, fingers threading into his hair as the hand on your back hauls you closer to him. It’s slow and gentle yet somehow also demanding — hungry.
His tongue slips past your lips and you moan softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth and his fingers flex against your back. gripping the fabric of your shirt. It’s only when the two of you pull apart for air that the world around you comes back into focus and Uno yells: “Cut!”
You’re still pressed against Hangman, eyes wide and searching and lips parted. There’s a look in his eyes as he takes in your face, flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips and glassy eyed. But then Stu speaks. “Can we have a wrap party?” And Hangman is stepping away from you, turning to the others, and telling them sure — come by his hotel room and they’ll celebrate. 
It takes you a second to find a steady step and your breath. 
Everyone is having a good time — food and drinks and laughter and a hastily cut together reel of bloopers Hangman put together to show the group. 
You’re unsure of how to proceed though, because all you can think about is that kiss and he seems remarkably unaffected by it all now. Maybe he’s just a very good actor, you reason.
All of you are in a makeshift circle, chatting, when Silver says something that pulls you from your own thoughts. “It was smart of you to rewrite that role, Adam.”
Your eyebrows lift. “What role?”
“Yours, there wasn’t a romance angle,” Silver explains easily. “But when he rewrote the script, he added it in.”
“Yeah,” Colt adds. “It was the right choice. Now there’s an actual plot.”
Your eyes snap to Hangman and he looks incredibly flustered. 
Alex is the one who changes the topic, sensing that his tag team partner has possibly walked into a topic neither of you are prepared to talk about now. 
So you wait until the end of the night when everyone else is saying their goodbyes and linger, busying yourself by cleaning up the remnants of the wrap party. 
After he closes the door, he turns to you and says your name softly. You glance at him and his eyebrows furrow. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“I sort of…manipulated you and used the movie as an excuse to kiss you. And I totally get if that’s not okay and you’re pissed and —“
You place down the empty pizza box in your hands while he’s talking and cross the distance to him. “Adam,” you cut him off gently before you push up on tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. 
He stares down at you for a moment before a wide smile starts to creep onto his face and it’s the most fantastic thing you’ve ever seen. “You don’t have to apologize. I don’t regret kissing you today and you shouldn’t either, got it?”
He nods, hands moving to your hips, emboldened by your approval. “Got it, darlin’. No. Regrets.” He punctuates each of the last two words with a peck to your lips. “Only one is not kissing you sooner. As me.”
You grin and blush at that, arms wrapping around his neck. “So,” you say after a second. “Think there’ll be a sequel?”
He huffs out a chuckle, pulling you a bit closer. “Oh, definitely. And I think our characters would be going strong. Serious relationship and all.”
You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt and your eyes crinkle. “Well, we should probably rehearse that.”
His laughter in response to that warms you from the inside out.
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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 7 months ago
Humbug Soup
For various reasons, I'm really not a "holiday spirit" kind of girl but I do like seeing people happy and that usually puts me in a decent enough mood at this time of year. Nevertheless, I know that the holidays can be a little overwhelming for some people and so I wrote something quick that's fluffy and funny and that I hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Hangman Page x OFC
Word count: 1,597
Content advisory: sexual references, brief references to death (yes, I said this was funny and I meant it... really...)
It’s a strain to lift all the groceries in one go and your boots are giving you precious little traction, so you know there’s a decent chance that you’re going to wipe out and break both your legs just getting from the parking lot to your apartment but you are not making more than one trip. You’ve got everything you need, you fought your way through the last minute Christmas eve grocery shoppers, and now all you have to do is get the bags inside and you’ll be able to hole up for a few days until you have to head back to work.
So even though you know you should be more careful, you drag the heavy bags inside in one go. When you hear the door latch behind you, you immediately feel a sense of relief. You shake the snow from your coat and kick off your boots and slide around the place in your wool socks as you put your purchases away. You keep getting messages on your phone but you’re determined to ignore them.
We’re having a little get-together, you should come over. Have some eggnog and relax.
No, you think, you do not need another Christmas party. You put in your time at the AEW one a week ago. It was fine. Yes, you love your work friends but you’re happy where you are. Or something.
Seriously, come over. You shouldn’t have to be alone on Christmas Eve!
Rebel is so insistent that you have to break your incommunicado rule to tell her that you’re fine, you don’t mind being alone, you have “some stuff” you want to do at home. You hope you come off as nice but firm and not like the grouchy head case you always feel like around this time of year.
Hangman’s gonna be sad.
You wish she wouldn’t bring that up. You’re starting to think that maybe you shouldn’t have told her about your little workplace hookup because she’s way too quick to mention it and even if she doesn’t break down and tell someone on purpose, it seems like you’re on borrowed time until she just says something a little too loud or too obvious.
Normally, you would have kept quiet about what had happened. You and Adam Page had had this low-key flirting thing going on for months but nothing had ever come of it. He’d mentioned something about you to Rebel (and you’re still not sure how he ended up going to her) and she’d pushed you to be a little bolder. So one evening you’d really dialed up the flirting and the two of you had ended up sharing a cab back to the hotel after a show, which had turned into the two of you making out in the cab, which had turned into him coming up to your room and the two of you fooling around for a few hours before he snuck back to his own room in the dead of night.
You hadn’t actually had sex, although you’d done everything but and the next day, your skin was littered in little bite marks and scratches from his beard. You kept thinking about how his hands had felt, how his mouth had felt, and it made your stomach do flips. You’d anticipated that there would be another round or two but there wasn’t. You thought about asking him if something was wrong but you felt too embarrassed that you’d made a bit of a fool of yourself. After all, you were the one who’d made the first big move. Yes, you’d thought that he had been interested before but now you wonder if he’s just flirtatious all the time and you were engaging in some wishful thinking. Sure he went along with it when you upped the ante but what kind of guy is going to say no to getting his dick sucked?
You send Rebel another polite ‘thanks but no’ and assemble the first things you’re going to need from your giant grocery haul: onions, garlic, carrots, celery, herbs, oil. Cooking has never been your thing but since you don’t have anything else occupying your attention, you’ve decided to make that your new project. You have to consult the recipe before you do anything, even though you know what you’re doing is ridiculously simple. It feels like if you get any part of this wrong, you’ll blow up your whole kitchen.
You’re scrolling through the instructions, wondering how big the margin between dicing and chopping really is when there’s a knock on the door. For a building that’s supposed to be secure, it’s a little disturbing how often the front door gets propped open so that anyone can just come sashaying through the halls. And it’s especially annoying because you don’t feel like you can just ignore whoever is there because if it’s Rebel or anyone from this party she apparently has going on, they might panic and call the cops thinking that you’d cracked your head.
It isn’t Rebel.
“I’ve been sent to retrieve you.” Adam gives you a little grin. He’s wearing some sort of over-the-top tacky sweater and a Santa hat that’s a bit too small, which is ridiculous but he still manages to look attractive, much though it pains you to admit it.
‘I don’t want to be retrieved,” you grumble.
He steps across the threshold and you don’t stop him, although it seems a little forward.
“Not much in the Christmas spirit, are you?”
It’s true: there is not a single ornament, no wreath or plant or anything that wouldn’t be here at any other time of year.
“Christmas isn’t really my thing.”
“Well come on, you can’t just stay here by yourself.” He reaches out to grab your arm and you take a big step backward.
“Yes I can,” you insist.
“Do you have family coming over or something?”
“No, I just have… stuff to do.”
He smiles and once again moves towards you. Once again, you take a step back.
“What’s so important that you can’t come out and celebrate the holidays with your friends? It’ll be here when you get back.”
He reaches out, gesturing to you to take his hand but you shake your head.
“I’m making soup.”
He frowns like he thinks you’ve just made a joke he doesn’t get.
“Yes, that’s right, soup.”
“Like Christmas soup?”
You stamp your foot a little impatiently. “No, not Christmas soup, just plain soup. I bought ingredients, I have a recipe, I’ve been planning this for a few days and now I just want to stay inside and make my soup and wait for this whole holiday thing to blow over.”
His face grows concerned. “Did something happen? Is your family ok?”
“My family is fine. At least I think they’re fine. My parents are both dead and my grandmother is in care but I’ll talk to her tomorrow like I do every Christmas. And the rest of them I don’t like very much.”
“Is that why the… anti-seasonal vibe I’m getting?”
You heave a huge sigh. “It’s just not for me. I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, I’m not crapping on people who love this time of year but I feel awkward at parties, the music gets on my nerves, and I get nervous because Christmas trees feel like a fire hazard to me.”
His thoughtful blue eyes look you up and down.
“Did… was there a Christmas tree fire when you were a kid? Is that what happened to your parents?”
“What? No. Heart disease, both of them and I was an adult when it happened. I’m not traumatized, I just want to make soup.”
He folds his arms and you can see the muscles strain under his sweater. “Ok, let’s make soup, then.”
“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m fine.”
He takes another couple of steps forward and this time you don’t back up. You square your shoulders and look him right in the eyes.
“Why didn’t you call me or anything after we got together that night?”
He looks ashamed. “I meant to.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I knew you and your boyfriend broke up about six months ago. I guess I thought you were just looking to hook up with someone for a quick thing or maybe a rebound and I didn’t know how I felt about that.”
“There are a lot of assumptions packed in there.”
He twists in place like you have him trapped.
“Well by the time I realized I was overthinking things, I’d taken too long and then it just felt awkward talking about it.”
You’d like to tell him that you don’t have time to deal with all the traps he sets for himself in his head but you’re in no position to judge anyone for overthinking.
“Did the ex get you to do Christmas stuff with him?”
“His family were Orthodox Jews. Wasn’t exactly their scene.”
“So, if we’re making soup, that’s like your first Christmas tradition.”
“It’s not a Christmas tradition. It’s food. I eat it all year.”
“Well, it’s winter soup.”
“Fine,” you sigh, unable to stop yourself from laughing a little, “winter soup. That still doesn’t make it Christmas-y.”
He crowds himself against you and looks at everything you have spread out.
“Do you know what you’re doing here?” you ask.
He shakes his head. “I always thought soup grew in cans.” He wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
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