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sydsaint · 2 years ago

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A little Max content 😌

Summary: The reader and Renee hang out. And Renee discovers the reader's crush on Max.

It's a hot summer night and Rampage is running one of its rare Live shows on a Friday night. While the show is running you're sat backstage with Renee waiting for your turn out in the ring.

"I'm serious, Renee. You have got to let me borrow that top. It's super cute." You chat with Renee.

"Anytime, Y/N." Renee giggles. "How have you been? We haven't talked in a while." She asks you.

You shrug, a casual smile plastered on your face. "Ah, I've been alright, Renee. Just trying to take it easy and focus on work."

"Really? All work and no play, huh?" Renee replies. "That doesn't sound like any fun. You're young! You should be out there having fun and making memories when you're not working. It's Friday night, what are you doing after the show?" She asks you.

"I was just going to go back to the hotel." You shrug. "With Kris still out on injury and Ana still pissed off at me for the whole JAS thing, I'm all out of girlfriends to hang out with." You inform Renee.

Renee nods, remembering that you told her about your huge fight with Ana Jay a few months ago. "Well, what about the guys?" Renee presses you. "Surely there's got to be someone around here your age that you could go out with?"

You shrug again and Renee frowns. You'd been out on a few dates with Angelo Parker before. But again, the whole Ana situation has kept you away from him. Renee forces you to wrack your brain for at least one viable name to hang out and have some fun with tonight. But you fail to come up with anyone.

However, when all hope seems lost and Renee is about to give up. MJF happens around the corner.

"Well, what do we have here?" Max rolls up to you and Renee with a smug smile on his face. "Y/N, don't tell me that they stuck a pretty thing like you with a loser like Moxxley's wife." He eyes you up, completely disregarding Renee.

"Maxwell." You eye the champion up with a hand on your hip. "What brings you out of your locker room? Run out of sparkling water in there or something?" You snark at him.

Max chuckles and licks his lips, obviously eyeing you up right back. "So snarky tonight, Y/N." He comments. "If only you could transfer all that fire to the ring. Remind me, how many matches in a row have you lost these past few weeks?"

"Oh, that's big talk coming from the guy that runs his mouth for a living." You quip right back with a smile on your face. "Remind me, when was the last time you were even in a wrestling ring, Max?"

Friedman falls silent and a staring contest ensues. Neither of you is willing to be the one to break first. Renee has to be the one to break it up by stepping between the two of you.

"As much as I hate to break this up." Renee turns to face you, blocking your view of Max. "You're on in five minutes, Y/N." She reminds you.

"Right, thanks, Renee." You nod and turn sharply away from Max with her at your side.

As you walk away you hear Max chuckle in amusement. "Good luck out there, sweetheart!" He calls after you.

"Dickhead." You mumble to yourself as you walk off with an amused smile on your face.

"Oh my gosh!" Renee grabs your arm excitedly. "You have a thing for him!" She boldly claims.

You pull your arm away from the blonde with a sneer. "What? I do not!" You protest.

"Oh, you most definitely do!" Renee teases you.

You roll your eyes and leave Renee at the tunnel entrance since it's time for your match against Toni Storm.

You fight hard in your match and actually end up winning this time. After a short celebration with some fans at ringside, you head backstage and find Renee waiting for you.

"Don't start." You warn Renee when she walks over to you. "I so do not have a thing for MJF." You fake a gag to emphasize your point.

"You are such a liar." Renee laughs. "And speak of the devil, here he comes now." She nods to the other side of the room just as Max comes into view.

You roll your eyes and watch Max approach you with that same smug smile from earlier. "Back so soon?" You quip. "What? Did you come up with some more half-baked attempts at insulting me?"

"Nice work out there, sweetheart." Max compliments your work in the ring. "For an amateur." He adds.

"Of course." You scoff. "What do you want, Friedman?" You ask him.

"Okay, so you're not terrible in the ring," Max replies. "And, you're at least like top 5 hottest girls that work for this company." He adds. "So I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me?"

You let out a small laugh. "Wow, you make it sound so worthwhile. Such a charmer, Max." You roll your eyes again. "What makes you think I'd even want to get drinks with some egotistical dick like you?" You ask him.

"Come on, Y/N," Max replies with a grin. "You can cut the act, sweetheart. I know that you're into me. So just say yes so we can go out and have some fun." He insists.

You go to tell Friedman and his huge ego off, your own ego getting in the way. But Renee cuts in and saves you from ruining a perfect Friday night out. "She'll meet you out in the parking lot in half an hour." She smiles at Max and is quick to usher you away.

"Renee!" You confront her once you are far enough away from Max.

"What?" Renee giggles once again. "Oh come on, Y/N. You like him!" She insists again. "Just go out and have a few drinks with the kid. Live a little. What harm can it do, anyway?"

You cross your arm in a pout. But even you have to admit that drinks do sound nice. Even if it is with Max. "Fine." You whine. "But if I end up having a bad time, I'm blaming you." You warn her.

"You won't," Renee replies. "Now come on! Let's go get you cleaned up before you're late." She urges you forward.

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westofessos · 1 year ago

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Back to You

A/N: . . . I did a thing. I’ve never posted a fic on here before (if you like sub-par, half-finished, semi-abandoned fics, I’m west_of_westeros on wattpad), and this was written very quickly and very hastily edited so watch out for that. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written anything that wasn’t a character x an OC?? so they very well might be OOC.

Anyway, tell me what you think. Maybe I’ll post more, I don’t know.

Pairing: MJF/Adam Cole

Warnings: None? I mean it’s a bit sad but nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,877

Summary: Adam finally escapes from Roddy and the Kingdom, but is a bit too late. Bullet Club Gold has jumped Max in the ring, and after being ignored and alone for so long, Max believes that Adam no longer loves him.

FOR A FEW SECONDS, MAX THOUGHT HE WAS DYING. For a few seconds, as all four members of Bullet Club Gold kicked and punched and clawed at his defenceless body in the centre of the ring, he thought that this might be it. His whole body was on fire, pain shooting down every limb, down his back. His head ached from the piledriver Jay had given him, and the several following hard kicks from the Gunns.

He couldn’t hear anything. Not the crowd’s horrified shouts, not the sound of fists and boots and chairs hitting skin, not Bullet Club Gold screaming in his face about how he was worthless and useless and Jay is everything you’re not and it’s no wonder Adam left you. Not even his own strained, pathetic yelps of pain.

His eyes were screwed shut, and he felt like he was back in school again, lying helpless on the ground in the hallway as his bullies laid into him. Back when he would just lie down, close his eyes, and pray that it would be over soon. He did the same thing now, just closed his tear-filled eyes and prayed for it to end. He would hate himself for it later, when he remembered how he’d cowered from their blows even though he was outnumbered four to one. This was a moment he would never let himself forget, something he would kick himself over for years to come.

But that was later. Now, all he wanted was for it to end so he could make it to the self-loathing part.

And then it did. The kicking and punching and screaming stopped, and everything quieted. He felt gentle hands on his arms, and a soothing voice spoke to him, though he still couldn’t hear very well. “Max,” the voice said, its tone soothing. He jerked away from the soft touch on his bruising skin, terrified that it was all a trick to get him comfortable, make him feel safe, and then hurt him again. “Max, it’s me. It’s okay. I’m here, they’re not gonna hurt you anymore.”

He opened his teary eyes and was met with a pair of ice blue ones that were filled with concern. Adam, he thought absentmindedly, as the pain began to be too much, Adam came for me.

It was his last thought as he drifted away into unconsciousness.

THERE WAS A HAND CLUTCHING HIS. That was the first and only thought in his head as he finally came to, other than the way his brain seemed to be pounding against his skull. There was a hand clutching his so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in it soon.

When his eyes opened, they were met with walls so white they burned them, and he became suddenly aware of what he was wearing. A thin paper gown, and nothing else. The hospital, he realized. They must’ve really kicked the shit out of me.

“Max?” The same voice from before, and the owner of the hand cutting off his circulation. Adam.

Slowly, he began to remember. They were beating the shit out of me, I thought that was the end, they stopped, and then Adam was there. He knew that it had to have been Adam that stopped them, Adam that saved him. And for a moment, all he felt was a rush of love and relief.

But only for a moment, because other memories came back to him, too. Memories of Adam leaving him to get surgery, only to put it off for weeks to go help Roddy. Memories of Adam not answering his calls, leaving him alone and friendless, leaving him when he needed his help most, all for Roderick fucking Strong, who was clearly playing him.

But maybe Adam didn’t care that Roddy was playing him. Maybe he loved Roddy so much that he was willing to be tricked, to be strung along. Or maybe it was Adam who’d been playing Max. Pretending to be his friend, making him need him, making him love him, only to leave when Max needed him most. Maybe Adam had never loved him at all.

Suddenly, Max was angry. It was Wembley all over again only this time he was sure, sure that, at best, Adam had chosen Roddy over him, and at worst, he’d never cared about him at all. This time, he was sure there would be no reconciliation, no hug, no whispered ‘I love you’s, no shared car ride back to the hotel with their fingers intertwined. This time, it was real.

He tore his hand out of Adam’s grasp and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His clothes were draped over a chair in the corner, and he grabbed them before shoving his legs into his pants. Every bit of motion made the room spin, but he didn’t care. He just had to get out of that room. Away from Adam, away from the memories, away from the ache in his heart, away from all of it.

Adam, confused, rose from the chair he sat in at Max’s bedside and walked around the bed to where he sat. “Max, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer Adam’s question, didn’t even acknowledge that he was there. He ripped the hospital gown off of his body and slipped his arms into his shirt. He didn’t bother to do up the buttons before sliding on his shoes and pushing past Adam, making for the door.

“Max, you have a concussion, you can’t leave!” Adam called after him. “Max, come on!”

His fingers had only just brushed the handle on the door when Adam’s wrapped around his wrist, halting his movement. His jaw set, he turned to face the other man. “Let go.” His voice was low, cold, and his eyes didn’t dare meet Adam’s.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” The fact that he was pretending not to know made it so much worse.

“You left me.” He ripped his arm away from Adam and shoved him squarely in the chest. Adam’s brows furrowed in confusion as he stumbled backward from the force of it, and his eyes filled to the brim with tears and a profound look of hurt.

Anger surged within him at that look, rising to the surface and exploding out in the way it always used to, before he learned to control it. Before Adam. “When I needed you most, you left me! And it would’ve been fine, I would’ve managed, if you had actually gone to get surgery, if you were actually recovering from your injury. But no, you were with him! You left me for him! You weren’t there when I needed you, you wouldn’t even answer my calls, all because you were with him!”

With him, with him, with him. He couldn’t stop saying it. You left me for him, you care about him, you love him. The jealousy and betrayal consumed him entirely.

His chest heaved, and the room began to tilt again, but he didn’t care. “You never gave a shit about me, did you?” He asked then, his voice lowering to barely above a whisper. “It was always him. You were just fucking with me. I bet the two of you had a real good laugh these past few weeks, watching me getting the shit kicked out of me, getting my belt stolen, being completely alone, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

By the time he was finished, Adam’s clear blue eyes were filled with tears. “Oh, Max.” He grabbed Max’s hand and held it firm, even when the other man tried to pull away. “Please, just listen to me.”

Even after everything, even as his heart was breaking, he couldn’t say no to Adam’s plea.

When Max didn’t pull back or tell him to go to hell, Adam began. “Yes, I put off my surgery to go help Roddy. I thought he needed me, and remember, you told me to go. When I got there, he gave me all these insane things to do because he was hurt and couldn’t, even though Matt and Mike were there the whole time. Every time I tried to leave, he gave me something else to do under the guise of needing me. But he didn’t need me at all, he was just trying to keep me there, to keep me away from you. I kept trying to call you, but there was no cell service, no internet. I wanted to watch you on Dynamite, but he didn’t even have a TV.

“Max, you were right the whole time. He was faking his injury, he just wanted to make me feel sorry for him. This morning I finally had enough and tried to leave, but he, Matt, and Mike came after me. I had to fight all three of them off, and I probably fucked up my foot even more and I should’ve gone straight to the hospital, but I just wanted to see you.

“So please, please don’t tell me that I don’t care about you when all I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.”

His head screamed at him to leave. To shove Adam to the ground and cut all ties and save himself even more heartbreak, because clearly, clearly he was lying. He had to be. Adam didn’t love Max, he couldn’t. Everyone who had ever claimed to love him had left. No one had ever actually loved him. He was unloveable. Always had been, always would be.

His heart, on the other hand, ached to believe him. To take everything Adam said as the god’s honest truth, and never doubt him again. He had longed to have Adam back for weeks, and all of a sudden he was in front of him again, begging to be taken back.

All I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.

Fuck it. He’d let his fear dictate every decision he ever made in every single relationship he had ever been in. And yeah, it had always turned out to be for the best. Everyone always left him and broke his heart. But fuck it, there was no one he would rather have break his heart than the man standing in front of him. He would let Adam Cole break him and put him back together again a thousand times if it meant they got to spend one more day together.

He pulled his hand out of Adam’s, and for a second, he saw the other man’s heart drop. But only for a second, because soon he was wrapping his arms around Adam and pulling him in for a tight embrace.

Adam was stiff for a moment or two, shocked at the turn of events, but he soon relaxed and returned the hug, winding his arms around Max’s frame and squeezing. Max’s head dropped onto his shoulder, and Adam’s hand found its way to the back of his neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there.

“I love you, Max,” Adam murmured, right next to his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered in return.

Yes, he decided. Another heartbreak would be more than worth it for this.

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