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Love your work so much. The idea was y/ n is worried about his mental health after his promo last Saturday. So she goes and visits him. Adam finally confesses his feelings for her. But he’s little unhinged
Blood is beautiful
Warnings: Insane murder death cowboy, mentions of violence.
Hangman Adam Page x Fem (member of the BCC) reader
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(Has not been proofread)
Weeks had gone by since Adam's suspension and I was growing concerned if he would ever come back. No one had heard a single thing from him. For all we knew he could be dead. Adam had changed, he had become a mad man. The final straw for me was when I discovered he was back drinking. In a panic I drove 5hrs to Virginia just to make sure he was still alive. When I pulled into the driveway flashbacks of the one and only time I visted him at home. A one night stand that left me feeling things I thought I'd never feel for the cowboy. It was in the middle of the riverally between The Elite ans The BCC. In a attempt to get in his head I ended up in his bed. I never told the BCC what happned that night but a part of me fears they know what happned. I walked up the steps and was greeted with a dark, depressing, eery feeling. The home was dark. I knocked but got no awnser. I placed my hand carefully on the cold metal door knob and twisted. I walked into the dark home and called out for Adam. I carfully investigated the home in serch for some form of life and was starting to wonder if all this was for nothing. Just then I froze. My body was now pressed against the wall. "What are you doing here?" Adam asked, his voice was dark and cold. "I wanted to check up on you, you haven't awnsered any of my calls" I frantically explained. He pushed his body harder against mine. My chest squished against the wall. I felt his cold hands trail up my body, finding my waist. "Tell me why you are really here" I let out a sharp gasp as he flipped me around. Now face to face I could see just the state he was in. He smelt like wisky and tabaco. He held a lifeless expression, his eyes were filled with beauty and rage.
We stayed like that a while. His tall frame towering over mine. I felt pathetic underneath him. He grabbed my face and kissed me with such passion I didn't expect. He was quick to pull away. Yelling as he did so. "This is all your fault! I can't get you out of my head! Ever since that night I felt as something inside me changed. I am a changed man. I have become a mad man." I didn't know what to do or say. Slowly, he began to walk towards me. "I think I'm in love with you" he quietly wispered in my ear. "You showed me a new way of life, one filled with violence. You always say blood is beautuful and god it sure is. I now understand why the Blackpool Combat Club is pure violence. Blood is good for the soul. I feel alive, I feel free. All of this is because of you. You showed me the way, I tried to fight it at first but Swerve forced me into that side. This life of violence is one I find joy in"
I didn't notice tears that fell from my face until Adam wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. "Why are you crying? There are no need for tears doll." "You're scaring me" "I'm sorry doll face. I didn't mean to scare you" He said as he pulled his body against mine, holding me in a tight embrace. "I need you Y/n. I need you so badly. My body yearns for you. There is nothing to be scared of. Let me love you, let me give you the world. Together we can watch it burn."
What have I done
An: I'm sorry I left this on a clifhanger. I too want this to continue but for some odd reason I was like yes clifthanger for a most likley on existant part 2 💀
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Hangman Adam Page x Matt Jackson
BTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (this isn't really a relationship oneshot but it's mostly Hangman and Matt)
Summary-
They had lost the mutli million contract deal. They will never financially recover.
Matt been stressing out over this constantly, the guilt eats at him.
But little does he know that the boys aren't even mad at him anymore, they're all just joking around
Matt obviously does not know that. Hangman comes to comfort him.
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Never financially recovering guilt
"Look you guys Im sorry alright" He apolagized for the millionth time
"No amount of pathetic sorrys will make up for how much money we lost Matt" Nick said stubbornly
The price changes everyday with them, they never stick with a number. It's not Matt's fault he really thought he knew what he was doing, Its not his fault Chili's and Wendy's decided to ghost him.
Then once again all three of them- Kenny, Nick and Adam flipped him off. They do that atleast 3 times a day.
Matt's acts like he doesn't care, but he does and the guilt eats away at him, he feels terrible. They were supposed to retire from wrestling and get a whole buttload of money, and a contract deal with Chili's or Wendys and now. Well, They will never financially recover from this.
Matt has pulled so many all nighters just because of how stressed out he was. He wanted to fix this. Infront of The Elite he acted like he sorry (which he really was) and that it was all over and there was nothing they could do but wrestle forever and that he fine on the inside.
But during those all nighters he wrote countless emails and made hundreds of phonecalls. Nobody answered.
Little did he know, the boys werent actually upset with him, maybe at first but they eventually got over it, All they were doing was just joking around and they thought Matt saw it as a joke too.
He did not.
~
Hangman was coming up to Matts hotel room that he shares with Nick while Nick was out to get food.
Nick was clueless about his brothers all nighters, Matt usally started his emails and calls once he was asleep.
Adam knocked on the door and opened it
"Hey matt how are ya-" He started before cutting himself off mid way to take in Matts rough state
"Woah man you look like shit, you alright?"
Since Matt hadn't slept practically at all these past few days he had bags under his eyes, His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was everywhere
"Gee thanks, Im fine" he replied sarcastically, sitting in the middle of his bed with his phone in his hand, staring at his friend and long time crush standing in the doorway
Adam leaned against the doorway and asked
"What have you been doing that's got you looking like that?" He was genuinally concerned
"nothing." He stated and ignored Adam
"Cmon Matty, tell me" he practically whined
"Dude this isn't good for you, you look tired man you need sleep" He came over to the bed and sat on the end of it.
Matt was very overwhelmed, He didn't want them to still be mad at him, even though it wasn't completely his fault.
"Im sorry hanger" he said in a teary voice and curled up into a ball.
"About what hun?" he said in a soothing voice.
"I pitted two effin companies against each other and lost us millions of dollars Hanger, It's all my damn fault" He confessed frustratedly.
"Matt.."
"What" He said miserably
"Yknow, it's okay, right? It's not your fault. It's really not your fault man, plus the boys and I really aren't mad at you. It was all sarcasm, I mean sure we were absolutely pissed off at first. But Matthew we we're just joking around" Adam explained softly
"What?.." He said, lifting his head up looking confused and tired
"We thought you knew we were joking"
"Well obviously not Adam." He said annoyed at this whole situation
"I'm sorry Matt" he apolagized and went to give the sleep deprived man a hug.
They sat there hugging for what felt like forever but they both knew Matt needed it.
"So you're really not mad?" He asked softly
"No" the other man whispered while lightly breaking the hug
"You need sleep, don't fight it." Adam says to Matt sternly
He lays the oldest buck down on the bed and pulls the blankets overtop of him and goes turns the light off
He was about to leave the room when
"Please stay" He hears him whisper
Adam would never say no to him so of course he walks back over with a smile and cuddles up next to him in the hotel bed.
They both had gotten the best sleep they had ever had that night.
~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~
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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
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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
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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Bestie!!! Can I get some Hangman where someone has trouble sleeping??
taking a ride on the cowboy train for a moment. not too familiar with hangman but for a bestie, i do my best. also yes, the title is a reference to an of mice & men song
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‘When You Can’t Sleep At Night’ Adam “Hangman” Page (Stephen) x fem!reader
^when stephen wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t find his girlfriend in bed with him, he quests for her^
- belle (noun) - a beautiful girl or woman, especially the most beautiful at a particular event or in a particular group - mention of adam cole (austin) - going to try a 3rd person pov for this one
3rd Person POV:
After two months on the road away from home, Stephen finally felt the comfort and warmth of his own bed; but the presence of his partner in crime was the best part of it all. He reached over to her side of the bed to pull her closer but felt nothing there. He sat up a bit to search for the clock in the darkness: 2:45am it read. He got up fully and turned the bedside light on, the sudden brightness hurting his eyes, “Shit-” he cursed. The bathroom door was open so she wasn’t there. Starting to get a little worried, he stood up and went to look for her.
Spare room? No. Office? No. Laundry room? No. ‘Where the hell?’ he asked himself as he walked down the hall. When he saw the dim lighting from the kitchen, he finally got his answer. Leaning over the counter by the window she was, mug of tea in her hands and staring at the night sky. “Darlin’, what are you doing up?” he asked softly so he didn’t startle her. She turned around to look in his direction “Can’t sleep. I just kept tossing and turning, and I didn’t want to disturb you so I came out here.” She knows how tired he gets after long flights or drives from wherever his last adventure was. “You can go back to bed Stephen, don’t worry about me.” He arched his brow in confusion, “Y/N, it’s almost 3am and you’re still up. Why would I not worry?” He walked over to her and pulled her close to his chest; she finally found herself relaxing since coming to the kitchen. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked as he felt her forehead, gaining a smile and soft laugh as a reaction. “Honey, I’m not sick. I just couldn’t sleep. You know how I get sometimes.” It wasn’t a lie: she always had trouble sleeping. It was just how she was. When Stephen was away from home it was worse; but what he couldn’t wrap his brain around was why she couldn’t sleep now that he was with her? He knew something was on her mind and it was keeping her up. “You know you can talk to me if something is wrong, sugar.” She sighed and told him to sit at the table. Taking the seat diagonal from him, she messed with her hands; another sign for him to confirm that something was up. “Stephen, I-I’m nervous.” “About?” he questioned. “This whole Texas Death Match. I know how crazy they can get and I don’t want to see you hurt. I know your job entails pain but, this is a lot. I even talked to Renee about how she felt when Jon did it, she said she was nervous too.” He processed the words that left her lips and got on his knees in front of her, taking her hands while stroking her knuckles with his thumbs. “I know you get nervous about my matches but everything is being worked out. Everything will be okay. Nothing dire will happen to me. I can’t leave until I make you my missus.” His joke at the end put another smile on her slightly tear stained cheek, which he wiped the stray ones away. “I’ll hold you to that cowboy.” Stephen stood and picked his belle bridal style and pronounced his southern drawl more “Well then partner, I say we leave this saloon and and blow this ghost town.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, “Or you could just take me back to bed?” Nodding, “That works too.” Y/N pulled his head down a bit to kiss his lips sweetly; then was whisked away to their shared bedroom. “If Austin steps out of line, he’s dead.” she said playfully. Stephen snorts. “This is why I love you, cowgirl.”
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Title: jack daniels kisses
Theme: Bonfire
Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page, AEW
Warnings: Lots of fluff and sweetness, lots of cuddling. Alcohol tw.
Word Count: 1k... with a moodboard. I swear I meant this to be a blurb but I got... a little carried away. Typical, yeah?
This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge { @12daysofchristmas } for the day. I just.. wanted to write a suuuuper fluffy blurb about Hangman getting cuddled by a bonfire by self inserted / reader... who may or may not have gotten Britt to get Hangman there, for the sole purpose of cuddling him. So.. there’s that. I WANTED FLUFF. LET ME LIVE.
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Everybody was kind of doing their own thing. My brother and Britt were chasing each other around the yard in front of the cabin, with the rest of my brother’s friends all yelling and pelting each other with snow at random.
I wanted… absolutely no part of that insanity, so I drifted around back of the cabin. Out to the fire that my brother and Britt lit earlier and basically forgot about, my phone’s music app playing softly for background noise.
I wasn’t the only one with the idea, apparently, because Adam Page already sat at the fire, staring into it intently. A bottle of whiskey clenched in his hands, arms starting to purple from the chill in the air. I stood there, leaned against the corner of my parents lakeside cabin just staring at him a good few seconds. I think I was debating on whether or not I should walk over. Whether it would be bothering Adam Page.
The chill in the air picked up and I wound up wandering over anyway. Sinking down onto the opposite end of the log Adam was sitting on, huddling deeper into my blanket as I took steady sips of my hot cocoa to keep warm. My eyes settled on his bottle of whiskey and I started to ask if he’d pour a shot or two into my mug, but when I went to open my mouth, words didn’t come. So I closed my mouth and turned my attention to the fire again.
Older country gave way to Def Leppard and I tapped my foot against crunchy snow, humming under my breath just to keep the tension-filled silence at bay. But I couldn’t take too much of it.
“Do you think you could pour just a smidge of that in my cocoa, Adam?” I didn’t even realize I’d finally asked the question until his head snapped up and bright baby blues fixed on me as if I’d startled him. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, mulling it over. My teeth chattered and I nodded to muscular and nearly bare arms. “How are you not freezing your ass off right now?”
Adam brandished the bottle of whiskey and then turned to the side slightly, nodding to the fire. I gave a soft laugh and moved in a little closer because apparently, all the fire’s warmth was nearer to where he sat on the log and not where I sat.
Adam cleared his throat and finally spoke up.
“Gimme your mug, darlin.”
When I apparently didn’t hear, frankly I was far too caught up in staring at his side profile and the fire alternately, he reached out just as I raised the warm mug to my mouth again, rough hands tenderly wrapping around my wrist and guiding the mug closer to him. He uncapped the bottle of whiskey and poured about two shots of it in, using my peppermint stick to stir it around a little. During this, I wound up staring at him intently. Licking my lips when he raised the mug to his own and took a little sip, groaning. Fanning his mouth a little.
“Careful! That’s hot. I literally just got it off the stove before I finally dragged myself out here with everyone.” I warned, moving closer to him as I gazed at him in concern. He chuckled and shrugged it off.
“You melt a chocolate bar in there or somethin?” Adam asked as he let me take the cup back, his tongue rolling over his lips to lick away the cocoa left behind. It took everything in me not to hyperfixate on his mouth. Or the way moonlight made his lips glisten after he’d dragged his tongue across it.
“Mhm.. Secret weapon to great cocoa. Always let a hersheys kiss or two melt in the bottom while it’s real hot.” I finally managed to answer, taking a few big sips. The whiskey and the cocoa mixed almost perfectly and the hint of mint from my melting peppermint stick. I gave a quiet groan and lowered the cup, sitting it on the ground next to my foot.
“It’s awful sweet.”
“Kind of why I wanted the whiskey addition.” I teased Adam gently. I could see the goosebumps forming on his arms and maybe that’s what prompted me to move into his side even closer, stretching my oversized blanket so that it also covered his broad shoulders as well as me. He eyed me, a brow raised. “You’re gonna freeze now, I..”
“You were already freezing though, don’t argue with me, Adam.” I gave him a firm look and he chuckled quietly, mumbling something to himself. It sounded like he said alright then. And as Def Leppard faded and turned into Dustin Lynch’s Cowboys and Angels, I stood and held out my hand to him.
Everyone else was caught up in their own thing. And I thought maybe if I got Adam dancing and talking a little more, it’d pull him out of whatever he had going on in his head. Adam eyed my hand and I tapped my foot a little, making him chuckle and rub his chin. “You askin me to dance?”
“Obviously.” I smiled softly, offering my hand again.
He mumbled to himself again and finally, he stood. Strong arms wrapped around me and before he really pulled me against him, I was cuddling against him anyway, my forehead resting against the center of his chest. The scent of his cologne and the bonfire smoke mixing perfectly and making me smile against the fabric of his shirt as I gave a quiet sigh. I felt his chin settle on the top of my head and heard him laugh quietly.
It got me to look up.
“What’s funny, huh?” I pretended to pout.
“This ain’t exactly how I saw tonight goin when Britt insisted I stop by.”
I shrugged and smiled. “Is that a good thing or a bad one?”
“Good, actually. Better than I thought. Figured I’d be tryin t’ leave by now.”
“Oh no, no.. I wouldn’t let that happen.. Not when I pretty much begged Britt to get you here in the first place.”
Adam’s eyes widened a little and he blinked in surprise. “You.. Wait a minute, hon.. Why?”
“Because I wanted to see you again, okay? And you looked sad when I came out to visit Britt that last time. Last thing I wanted was you to spend the holiday weekend by yourself.”
“Is ‘at so?”
“Mhm.” I hummed quietly. Maren Morris and Hozier’s song, The Bones came on and I started to hum along, just cuddling myself against him a little bit more. He chuckled and reached up, his fingertips tucking beneath my jawline to make me look at him.
My arms went around his neck and I toyed with the ends of his hair, mostly to have something to do with my hands, suddenly filled with energy, unable to keep still. We locked eyes again and he was leaning in, down a little.
“What would you do if I kissed ya right now, huh?”
“Try it and see, Hangman.” I mumbled, raising to tiptoe, smirking as my mouth brushed right against the corner of his. He caught hold of my face, his thumb rolling over my skin as his hands caressed my cheeks, making my mouth crash right against his and I gave a soft sigh into the kiss. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Getting warmer, yes.” I answered, my tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his as the taste of his whiskey and my cocoa mixed together and I gave a quiet contented groan...
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Where I Wanna Be
Requested: No
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Female Reader
Word Count: 1315
Warning[s]: Angst & Fluff
Summary: You and Adam have been together for a while now. You two get into a big fight, and he wants to break up. You try to stop him from leaving to no avail. Adam is going to realize where he wants to be. That’s with you.
A/N: This gets real angsty. I wanted to cry too. It’s based off of the song Where I Wanna Be by Donell Jones. I love 90s/2000s R&B, sue me! (Please don’t, I can’t afford it). I hope you all like it. It’s the first Hangman fic I’ve done. I hope I did him justice.
Tears fell from your eyes as you looked at your boyfriend, Adam. The two of you were fighting… again. When you and Adam first met, you both hit it off so well. You and Adam were able to talk to each other about anything. Now, it seems like the two of you were fighting every other day. You both are different. It’s what you both love about each other in the past, but it’s turned into a problem now. Hearing Adam talk about breaking up shocked you. It’s the last thing you wanted. You wanted to fight. You wanted to get through this with Adam. You didn’t want to just give up. You’re sure you and Adam are meant to be. Why would he want to throw what you have away?
“Adam, you can’t be serious.” You said. You were wishing he didn’t mean it. Maybe, it will make him think about what he’s said. The tears were now streaming down your face.
“I am serious, Y/N.” Adam ran his fingers through his golden locks. “We got to break up, this isn’t working, darlin’.”
You shook your head, “I can’t believe you, Adam!” You began, taking a deep breath. “I can’t believe you’re willing to throw away what we have! We have been together way too long to just breakup over a stupid fight. You know how much I love you, right?” You put your arm on him. He jerked his arm away from your hand. It’s like Adam had a brick wall up.
“I love you too, but I can’t do this anymore, Y/N/N.” He walked over to the closet. Adam grabbed his bag, and he started to pack up. This had to be a dream. Adam’s never been this cold to you before. It’s like he didn’t want to hear anything from you. What if he is cheating? It’d make sense. That’s probably why he doesn’t care to listen to you at the moment. Something has to be affecting Adam.
“Is there someone else? Is that why you’re willing to throw this away? Us away?” You asked as you stood in front of him. You were blocking Adam’s path to the closet. He gently moved you over to the side, and he started grabbing some of his clothes from the rack in the closet. Obviously, he is ignoring you. One thing Adam knows you don’t like is being ignored. You wiped your tears, trying to stay as calm as possible.
“Answer me! Adam, please! Answer me!”
Adam looked at you, “I might if we stay together. We aren’t meant to be together, Y/N. Okay?! Get it through your thick skull!!!!” He yelled at you. It startled you, causing you to jump. Is this really Adam? He’s never snapped at you like this. You had no idea what you did to cause the man you love to want to leave like this. He’d really cheat on you if he’d stay with you? Are you really that bad? Did he ever care about your relationship? Maybe you cared a lot more than he did if he is willing to give it all up. It just broke your heart coming to terms with the fact he doesn’t love you as much as you love him. You’d never do anything like this to him.
“Just go, Adam. I don’t want to force you to stay here and be with me if you really don’t want to. I am not going to hold you hostage.” You said. The tears started to well in your eyes once again. Of course, you wanted Adam to stay, but you’re not going to beg him to be here if he didn’t want to be with you. When you love someone, you just don’t treat them badly. That’s just what he is doing to you. The love you both shared, you thought it was real. You’re really starting to think you were wrong to think such a thing.
Adam stuffed his clothes and some of his other belongings into his bag. He didn’t have any love in his eyes. It’s something that alarmed you. Adam’s blue eyes always had love in them. When did he turn so cold on you? You can’t recall another time where he looked like this…Especially not to you. Adam zipped up his bag, picking it up. He grabbed the keys to his car, “You don’t have to worry about ever seeing me again, Y/N. Don’t you dare call me ever again.” Adam’s anger spewed out of him. He said the words with such venom. There is a thin line between love and hate, but you’d never thought Adam would ever hate you. Boy, how wrong you were.
“Fine,” You said. “I am the only person that’s fighting for this relationship anyways. You never cared.” Adam huffed, looking into your eyes. He started walking out of the door. “I was right, you didn’t even deny it.” You were trying to stay calm, but you could feel the tears beginning to roll down your eyes again. Especially seeing him walk out of the door. Adam slammed the door behind him as he walked out of the door… He left you. The love of your life left you with barely an explanation. Why? He doesn’t love you like he said he did. He just threw it all away in less than ten minutes. It was hard for you to wrap your head around this. You headed back into the bedroom you shared with Adam, and you hopped on the bed. Laying your head down, you started crying your eyes out into your pillow.
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When your eyes opened, you sat up in bed. Your breathing was heavy. Adam was sleeping soundly next to you. The dream felt real. Very real. You were caught off guard by the extreme nature of the dream. Tears started to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry over some nightmare, but you couldn’t help it. You covered your face with your hands. Just the thought of Adam leaving you broke your heart. He’s the love of your life. You didn’t realize you were crying loudly. Adam started to stir in his sleep. His eyes opened, and he woke up as soon as he spotted you crying.
Adam sat up, “Darlin’ what’s wrong?” He asked, and he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into him. You were still sobbing, trying to think of what to tell him. It wasn’t coming to you. He rubbed your back, comforting you. Adam started to think of what it could be. You were just fine last night. Could it be a dream? Or a nightmare of some sorts that’s bothering you?
“Was it your dream?” Adam asked, he ended up nailing the target right on the money. You looked up at him, nodding your head. His blue eyes had the love in them like he’s always had. It’s opposite to the dream where it seemed to have gone away.
“I-I dreamed that we got into a fight. Y-You wanted to break up with me. When I was trying to persuade you not to leave, you said you’d cheat if you ended up staying with me.” As Adam listened to the dream, he was completely floored. He started to shake his head.
“Y/N, I would never leave you. I promise you that. You’re the woman of my dreams,” Adam looked into your eyes. He stated his words matter-of-fact.
“Really? The dream felt so real.” You said, and he wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Correction, that’s a nightmare, Y/N/N. I couldn’t or wouldn't leave you. I know exactly where I wanna be, and it's anywhere with you, darlin’.”
A bright smile formed on your lips, “I love you, Adam.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” Adam said before kissing your lips.
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Would you guys Like to see a Hangman Adam Page x reader oneshot where the reader is one of his old students?
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Miss Jackson Pt. 8
Part 7
Word Count: 1,402
A/N: Sorry for the wait, enjoy the chapter! Matt and Nick are jerks. I apologize.
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“You..wanna go on a date? You know Matt and Nick would kill you for even asking that, right?” I asked, a bit confused as to why he decided to ask me. Dalton continued to chuckle, deciding he wasn’t done eavesdropping on my conversation with Marty.
“Well, ‘vat’s ‘wha I thought, but Matt suggested it.” He shrugged. I furrowed my brows, and cocked my head.
“Wait, he did what?” I said, beyond confused. “Why? I mean, no offense, I just thought he hated the idea of me with any Bullet Club member.” I replied.
Marty shrugged, but before he could say anything else I excused myself to go find Matt, leaving Marty with Dalton.
“I’d um-still like an answer!” Marty called after me, before frowning slightly at the ground. Dalton rested a hand on his shoulder and chuckled.
“Don’t feel bad about it, there’s a whole lot of crap you don’t know about regarding Miss Jackson’s love life. But hey, at least she didn’t say no, right?” He smiled before following me out.
Just as I made it to Matt’s hotel room, Nick and Page were leaving. I faked a smile, before rushing past them to talk to Matt, Dalton of course, followed me inside.
“Uh, do you maybe wanna explain to me why you told Marty to ask me out?” I asked, crossing my arms. He let out a sigh, and nodded.
“I know I’ve been very intrusive on your life recently, and I know it isn’t fair. I should be supportive of who you wanna date, so I set you up with Marty.” He said, before smiling softly.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks Matt. But, I’m not into Marty.” I admitted. He exhaled sharply, and shook his head as he rested his hands on his hips.
“Oh..man..now I have to tell him. Ugh, wonderful. He’s gonna be devastated Y/N, simply devastated.” He started before shrugging. “He’ll probably cry himself to sleep, he’s very sensitive. Ugh! I just hope he doesn’t wanna sleep in my floor and tell me all about it.”
“Matt..” I trailed off, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes.
“What?! It’s very possible that he will! He was really looking forward to this.” He responded. I ran my hand through my hair, and let out an annoyed sigh.
“Fine. I’ll go on the date. But, this is a one time thing. That’s all Matthew. And next time you decide to do something nice, please ask me first.” I said, still just a bit annoyed by the whole situation, after that Dalton and me stormed out.
As we left, Matt couldn’t help but smirk, so proud his, or better yet, Tama’s, plan was working.
“Did that seem..weird to you?” Dalton asked while cocking his brow. I took a deep breath, and nodded.
“Yes, very weird. But what can I do about it?” I shrugged, still trying to find out what inspired Matt’s sudden change of heart.
“Well, telling your real boyfriend would be step one.” Dalton suggests. “I mean, he should probably know you’re sort of, kinda, cheating on him.” He teased.
I rub the temples of my forehead. “Yeah, that’d be a great plan.” I started, before shaking my head. “Except for the fact that Page is with Nick, and there’s no way I’m gonna be able to explain any of this.” I say, as I rolled my eyes.
Dalton breathed a laugh. “Yeah, I’d really hate to be you right now.” He smiled.
I roll my eyes, and chuckle softly. “Gee, thanks.” I reply sarcastically.
“So..Page, I gotta ask. Are you really into Y/N?” Nick questioned, of course already knowing the answer.
Page cocked his brow and scoffed.
“That, sounds like a loaded question. Am I gonna need a lawyer present for this conversation?” He replied sarcastically as he crossed his arms. Nick sighed, and shook his head.
“No, it’s not like that. I seriously wanna know.”
Page crossed his arms and smirked slightly. “You already know.” He shrugged. “I’m very into your sister.”
Nick cleared his throat, and frowned. “There’s some things I want you to know about her.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Before you two get involved with each other that is.” Page furrowed his brows and shrugged in response. Nick took a deep breath, already feeling guilty for the complete lie he was about to tell. “My sister, as sweet as she may be, doesn’t know how to make up her mind. She plays guys, she’ll go from one guy to the next, she’ll lie, cheat, and manipulate them. I’ve seen her do it.” He explained.
Page scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “Nick, you’re so full of sh*t.” He mumbled, before turning to walk out. Nick grabbed his arm, forcing him not to walk out.
“I’m telling you the truth.” He lied. “I understand this is hard for you to believe, and you don’t have to. But, it’s true, okay? You’re my friend, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Page rolled his eyes again, and jerked his arm away before storming out, just as Matt and Tama were coming in. He made sure to bump shoulders with both of them.
Matt smiled, and put his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “I take it, you told him?” He asked.
Nick frowned, and nodded, already feeling horrible about the whole thing.
Tama smirked, this plan of his was working better than he’d hoped.
“I’m glad ‘ya agreed ‘ta ‘vis. But, does Dalton really ‘ave ‘ta be here?” Marty asked, earning a scoff from Dalton, who sat on the other side of me at the bar.
He smirked, as he looked over my shoulder, since I was facing Marty. “Oh, we’re a package deal. Anywhere she goes, I go. And, yes I do mean anywhere.” He winked.
I chuckled, and shook my head. “He’s kidding.” I said, causing Marty to let out a sigh of relief, and chuckle slightly.
Dalton shook his head, and mouthed the word ‘anywhere’ again.
Marty cleared his throat, but ignored Dalton.
“So, could I ask..why you ran out earlier? Is everyfing okay?” Marty asked, as he put his hand on my knee.
I chuckled nervously. “Well, yeah. Everything is okay. I’m just not ready for a relationship. I don’t know what you’re expecting really, but-”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t ‘expecting’ anything really. I just, think you’re really sweet, and extremely cute. Which is why I didn’t really question it when Matt told me I could ask you out.” He smiled.
“That’s..sweet..” I said, faking a smile. I put my hand over his so I could politely push it away. Thankfully, it worked.
We went on talking for a few minutes, until we decided to say our goodbyes. Dalton said he’d wait for me outside.
I awkwardly got up to leave, and Marty helped me with my jacket.
As Dalton walked out Page was walking in. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked. “I really need to talk to her.” He said sternly.
“Wait, is everything okay? What happened?” Dalton questioned, trying to stall him. Page sighed, and then looked past Dalton to see my car.
“Oh, nevermind, she’s here. Thanks.” He said, before walking past him to go inside. Dalton followed him trying to make him slow down. But, he walked in and saw me talking to Marty.
It was a crowded restaurant, and I didn’t see them walk in. I was just trying to get out of this very awkward date.
“I think ‘vis went well.” Marty smiled, I just nodded in response, not knowing what else I could say. He hugged me, and I hugged him back. I didn’t wanna be rude. None of this was his fault, he was just being nice. But when we pulled away from the hug, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me.
“Oh..sh*t” Dalton mumbled to himself, when Page saw what happened. “Listen, it’s not what you think.” He tried to explain, but Page stormed out, frowning and shaking his head.
I pushed Marty back, and shook my head. He frowned, and immediately started to apologize.
“I-I shouldn’t have done ‘vat. I’m so sorry! I’m such an idiot…” He said frantically.
I cleared my throat. “Marty, it’s not you, okay? I-I’m with Page..” I admitted.
Too bad that might not be the case after today.
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The Dark Side Of The Moon
Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader
Summary: Hangman falls for dark and mysterious Y/n who is a part of the Blackpool Combat Club. Despite their ongoing rivalry, he can’t seem to get Y/n out of his head. Every time she jumps him from behind, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood it only causes him to fall harder. Deep down inside Hangman knew Y/n cared, that she did indeed have a soul and he would do anything to find it. Everyone told him this was a bad idea. It was obvious that Y/n had mental issues and was ‘broken’ but Adam didn’t care. He wanted to fix her. He would stop at nothing to reach the dark side of the moon, which in this case was the light side of Y/n’s heart. Who knows maybe he would end up saving her life or better, they’d save each others.
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Drug use/abuse, Self-harm, swearing, mentions of mental health issues, SMUT and other sensitive topics
An: I think this is my favourite fic I've ever done. This one pulled on the heartstrings. I can't believe I got it to 8k and could have easily made it longer too! Hope you enjoy it!
Word Count 8k Main Masterlist Hangman Adam Page Masterlist
I don’t know what it was that I saw in Y/n. She was cold, dark and viscous. She had no soul and people feared her, she was a threat. Yet I believed I could change her. Not that I thought she needed to be changed but I thought I could fix whatever she had hidden away under those walls she had built up. Once upon a time, I knew Y/n although she didn’t know me. I had seen her circling the independent circuit starting out as a wrestler as I was just getting my break. I had secretly kept an eye on her for all those years. When I found out she was a free agent I suggested to Matt and Nick we should sign her. They liked what they saw and soon Y/n was All Elite. She was quickly scooped up by The Blackpool Combat Club and was soon the biggest heel in our company. You could tell just by looking at Y/n that she’s been through things in her young life. Maybe it was the constant dark circles and tired look in her eyes. Maybe it was scars that were scarred around her body that she wore with pride. Some were faded while others weren’t. Some were from life and matches but others you could tell were self-inflicted. As much as all of these things helped the whole look she was going for I knew deep down inside that wasn’t the real Y/n. No one had ever seen her genuinely smile, no one had ever seen her laugh. It was like she was emotionless but I knew deep down she did have feelings, they were just hidden from the world. Every week Y/n would arrive and leave the arena with the BCC she stuck with them like glue. I knew the BCC claimed that they did everything together but I didn’t think it was true.
One night I caught Y/n smoking in the hotel lobby late after a show. I almost didn’t recognize her. For starters she wasn’t with the BCC, since it was close to 2 am I assumed they were asleep. The second thing I noticed was what Y/n was wearing. She wore a creme-coloured oversized hoodie with a pair of black velvet PJ shorts. Along with that, she had knee-high pink fuzzy socks and black fluffy uggs. It was nice seeing her in color other than black. She also wasn’t wearing any makeup, the flame from her cigarette illuminated her face in an ethereal way. I never realized she was so young. Her skin was youthful, she was beautiful. Not that she wasn’t before but this was a different type of beauty. Underneath the heavy dark makeup she wore you could see just how gorgeous she truly was.
I told this all to Matt Nick and Kenny the next time I saw them, they however had some different opinions. Kenny first said it was weird I was spying on her but I just happened to run into her. I thought about approaching her but I was nervous about what the end result would be so I observed from afar. Matt was quick to remind me just who she was “You do realize she is a part of The Blackpool Combat Club right? They are insane! I’m not trying to be rude or anything but I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want to see you get hurt” I appreciated his concern but at the same time was offended by his comments. This whole thing ended up spiraling into Nick and Matt arguing with the other on why I should and shouldn’t be feeling this way for Y/n. I regret even mentioning it in the first place. Kenny tried to comfort me but I was too far gone. “I agree with Nick, I think that although she is scary you two would be a nice pair. You could balance the other out” he said. Balance out? Was he calling me soft? Yes sure I’d been told I can give off golden retriever vibes but if need be I can flip and be bad too. For god sake, we all got suspended for getting into a fight with Punk! Anyway this was the last of my worries, I had a match with none other than Jon Moxley tonight. I knew that Y/n would be ringside and I wanted to show her that I could be tough and bad too.
I stood calmly in the ring as I watched Mox and Y/n make their entrance. I felt my breath get caught in my throat as she approached me. For some reason I was nervous. I had never been nervous around her before but I guess that was because I didn’t have these feelings yet. Throughout the match Y/n did her usual distractions, distracting the ref, pulling my feet from underneath me even using herself as a shield to protect Mox. I knew she would do all of these things but this time it was different. The mind games she played were working, I found myself hypnotized by her beauty. I was in fact so distracted that I didn’t even see Mox charging right at me. I swear I saw Y/n mouth ‘Look out’ but it was too late. I don’t remember much after that. I felt my body hit the canvas hard, my head bouncing on contact. I got knocked out.
When I finally came to, I was surrounded by AEW medical staff and some of the talent. “How are you feeling?” asked one of the doctors. “My head hurts,” I told them, feeling the throbbing in the back of my head. “You took a pretty nasty fall” I reached up and felt several bandages on the back of my head, how hard did I hit? After going through both verbal and physical tests the backstage medic said I didn’t need to go to the hospital which was a sigh of relief. I found out that I did a whole backflip when being hit with a lariat, I landed on my head, right in front of Y/n.
It was quite a scary moment for everyone. The match was ended immediately and Mox was able to tend to the crowd, distracting them from the scene that unfolded before them. I was shocked to find out that Y/n had been there the whole time. She stayed the whole time as doctors catered to me. She had even followed them backstage, leaving only minutes before I came to. I didn’t know why she would do that, we weren’t friends, we didn’t even talk. To me, this proved exactly what I thought. She did have a soul. As I watched the match back along with the cut footage I was able to see how the whole thing played out. It was obvious that I was mesmerized by Y/n, I was practically drooling. She played on it, using it to her advantage so Mox could have the upper hand. She did tell me to watch out and I was able to see the horror in her eyes as I hit the canvas. She was in shock, hell everyone was but since Y/n wasn’t one for showing her emotions when she did show them it was quite obvious. Since the whole thing happened in front of her out of instinct she was the first to check on me, yelling to the official that I was out cold. Luckily the camera didn’t catch her breaking character but many still had their phones out, capturing the whole thing. She stayed next to me, supporting my head/neck until medical arrived then she stood from a distance as medical did their thing. Throughout the whole thing, her facial expressions remained cold but her eyes told the whole story.
I also found out that people had a thing or two to say about the whole situation. Others praised Y/n for making sure I was okay and in a way saving my life while others claimed she ruined the act. She broke character, she broke the fourth wall. The wrestlers didn’t care nor did the audience, it was the people online that did. It got so bad that Y/n ended up responding to the comments on Twitter.
“All of these comments about me checking on Hangman are really pissing me off. The first thing I learned in wrestling school is that the most important thing is to keep your opponent safe at all times no matter what. Did you really expect me to watch him fall on his head and get knocked out in front of me and do nothing? I was simply preventing his unconscious body from rolling out of the ring and getting more injured. You guys need to grow up. I have been knocked out before in the ring and it is no joke whatsoever. So what, I was making sure he was still breathing. Who cares if I was supporting his head/neck before medical could arrive? THIS IS PRO WRESTLING! It’s not like I was the one wrestling him. I only did those things because I was ringside and not involved in the match. I wouldn’t stop mid-match and perform CPR on my opponent! All of this was pure instinct, I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing. Anyway, that’s my two cents. It’s over and I’m glad The Cowboy is okay.”
I ended up staying away for six weeks for percussion and when I returned all I could feel was the stares. Everyone wanted to know how I was doing, if I was cleared but all I cared about was seeing Y/n. I wanted to thank her. Once I escaped the crowd of people I found Y/n leaning against a wall. It was almost like she was waiting for me. “How are you feeling?” she asked “You took a pretty nasty fall. I thought you were dead” “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you for making sure I wasn’t dead” I told her. I swear I saw her smile for just a second but I wasn’t sure. “Well I’m glad you’re alright and sorry for causing it in the first place” “It’s not your fault, I should have been paying attention” I mean it truly was my fault. “I’ll see you around,” said Y/n and with that she left.
Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. I wanted to get under her skin, I wanted to spend time with her and get to know the real Y/n. The thing is, like Matt said she was in the Blackpool Combat Club, what would she want to do with someone like me? Deep down inside I knew that this was only the beginning. I was angry, I was frustrated for allowing myself to be so careless and get such a stupid injury. I wanted my rematch. I decided I would use one of their own tricks against them, the mind games. It was subtle at first. I’d wait at the gorilla whenever the BCC entered the backstage area where we would exchange a few looks. I’d follow them around the arena, a silent reminder that I was always watching. How I could seek my revenge at any moment. I’d then move on to causing them matches. I sneaked out during one of Y/n’s matches and stood ringside waiting for her to notice. When she finally did she started yelling at me, that distraction caused her opponent to roll Y/n up for a sneaky victory. “I’m going to kill you!” She yelled.
It had gotten to the point where everyone was mad at each other and the promo battle began. I was the first to call out the BCC claiming that it was all Y/n’s fault that I got injured. I mean it was, you could get lost in her eyes, I did and look what happened. Soon after the sneak attacks began. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I was outnumbered big time but even though it was just me I was able to get under their skin and they hated it. As I was filming yet another backstage segment I was inputted by Y/n. She came up to me all flirtatious wearing a black pleated skirt and a black corset top where her breasts were practically falling out. “Heyyyy Cowboy” Y/n said as she twisted her hair. “I just wanted to apologize for everything. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and I didn’t mean for everything to go this far.” As she spoke she kept coming closer to me to the point where we were chest to chest. “I feel really bad about it, let me make it up to you….” It’s a trick, say no, this is a trap. Every bone in my body told me it was a trick but I couldn't deny her offer. The chokehold she had on me was too strong, I couldn't breathe. I didn’t say anything, I wanted her to continue. She pulled a key card and a slip of paper from her top. “Here is my room key, meet me after the show” She handed me the card and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't breathe, my body went numb.
I stood in front of Y/n’s hotel room, key card in hand. I was scared to knock, I knew it was a trap but a part of me hoped it wasn’t. That was the part that led me here. I knocked on the door and was pleasantly greeted by Y/n. She wore a gorgeous black lingerie set that had me practically foaming at the mouth. She was acting all sweet and kind, I didn’t buy a second of it. Yet I did nothing about it. “I’ve been expecting you,” She said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. Y/n was first to break the kiss saying “I have a surprise for you” I was skeptical at first but was more interested in this ‘surprise’. Y/n grabbed a black silk blindfold and tied it around me. She carefully brought me to the bed, giving me one last kiss before she disappeared. “Where are you going?” I asked her. “Hold on…I’m getting the surprise ready. You can open your eyes when I tell you” I didn’t even notice that the BCC was in the room the whole time, Bryan stood behind the door, Mox by the bedside table and Claudio and Yuta hid in the washroom. During my time being blindfolded the men exposed themselves and Y/n retrieved the hidden weapons. “Okay, you can open your eyes!” said Y/n. When I removed the blindfold that’s when I saw them. “Fuck”
I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. This was a four-on-one attack. I tried my best to protect myself as fighting back wouldn’t do anything but it was useless. I was left covered in bruises in a pool of blood. My body ached as yet another Kendo Stick cracked on my back. My eyes were fixated on Y/n during the whole attack. She just sat and watched the attack unfold before her. Everything about her was cold, the lifeless expression on her face, her mysterious body language. I searched for something, anything that would tell me she cared, that she felt bad but I found nothing. The lust that was once in her eyes moments ago had been replaced with a seductive evil look.
I watched Y/n stand up, the attack was over. My body now lay on the floor, I couldn't move. She knelt next to me and said “Stupid cowboy, you fell right into my trap. Although you’re adorable I must say you are quite an idiot. This is the oldest trick in the book, even you should have seen this coming. This isn’t personal, It’s just business. You did this all to yourself, you thought you could call us out like that and there wouldn’t be consequences? This is what happens when you mess with The Blackpool Combat Club '' Y/n placed one last delicate kiss on my lips before leaving the room, leaving me in a pile of my own blood.
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Currently, I sat in the Elite’s private locker room, being lectured by Matt, Nick and Kenny. “I told you this was going to happen! What were you thinking?!” Yelled Matt. “That’s the issue, he wasn’t. He’s been hypnotized by Y/n. Isn’t it obvious that he’s in love with her!” Said Kenny
He was right, I was in love with Y/n. I have no idea why. She has been attacking me for weeks, for god sake last night I was left in a pile of my own blood, battered and bruised. Despite all of that I just kept falling harder and harder for Y/n. “Is that true? You’re in love with her?” asked Nick. “I don’t know what it is that I see in her Nick, I really don’t. I’m just so drawn to her, I know that underneath all that darkness there is a light that is dying to be let out! I need to find that light. I know that I can change her, she’s broken and I can fix her. Now I don’t ask you for much but I need your help with this! I need to get in” The men said nothing. They looked at me like I was crazy but they also looked as if they felt sorry for me.
“Look Hanger, I don’t think we can help you with this. Somehow you need to get Y/n on her own, that’s the only chance you have here. I don’t support this idea, I know it will end badly but I do agree with you that Y/n has some issues. Not that there's anything wrong with that but I just don’t think you need to be responsible for fixing it. All I will say is that Y/n doesn’t sleep at night. If you are lucky you might be able to run into her during a 3 am workout or a smoke sesh. Good luck man. You can call me for backup if you need” Kenny told me sincerely. “Thank you”
That night I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was the events that occurred not even 24 hrs ago. I had Y/n where I needed her, I had her pressed up against the wall, she was so close yet so far. I didn’t even care that I got beat up, it was worth the makeout sesh that happened before. Her lips were soft, her kisses were passionate. She smelt like vanilla and tobacco, her exposed skin was warm and delicate. She didn’t feel real, she was a figment of my imagination. I let that imagination run wild, I pictured what would happen if the BCC wasn’t there. The way I would scoop her up in my arms and make the most beautiful love to her. I would worship her body like the temple it was. I would slowly and passionately make her come undone. I would make her submit to me, but if she wanted it the other way around I wouldn’t complain. I was putty in her hands. My brain played a trick on me, my imagination was too real. It felt too real.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Y/n said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” I told her “I know baby, I know. I want you too, I need you” she said. I carefully brought Y/n to the bed, placing her on it delicately before getting on top of her. I had her wrists pinned above her head as I placed rough kisses along her body. I found that sweet spot on her neck and made sure to leave a mark. Sucking on the sensitive flesh as she cried out in pleasure. I removed her clothing gently as if I was unwrapping a present. She looked beautiful underneath me. I quickly removed my own clothing before returning to Y/n. We fought for dominance but in the end I won. It felt like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. Y/n felt beautiful around me, she made me feel so good.
Just as I was getting to the good part of my dream I woke up.
I checked the time and it was close to 2 am, my gut was telling me Y/n was near. Like Kenny said, my only shot with her was when she was alone. I quickly threw on a pair of gray sweats and a T-shirt and made my way down to the hotel lobby. Just like I suspected I found Y/n by the outdoor fire lounge smoking a cigarette, writing something in a notebook. I slowly approached her, not wanting to scare her. “What do you want, Cowboy?” Y/n asked. The tone she said it in was quiet, it was soft, it was weird. “Can I sit?” I asked and she motioned me to sit next to her. “What are you doing out here so late by yourself? It’s cold and there are creeps out there” I told her. Y/n put out the cigarette and turned to face me. Her pupils were huge, her face and body relaxed, I knew Molly when I saw it, that explains why she wasn’t screaming at me. “What is it that you see in me? I’m fucked up, no one wants to be with someone like me.” She said sadly, it broke my heart. “Y/n I know you’re hurting, I don’t know what you went through but I’m sorry it happened to you. Now I came out here for a whole other reason but you are not okay-” “I’m fine, you know nothing about me” “Then tell me, I want to learn. I want to know every single detail about you Y/n. You are playing a dangerous game right now, it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart. I just can’t leave you like this, I promise I won’t try anything but I think you should come with me-” “Are you insane, I might be fucked up but I’m competent enough to know you want to fuck me” “No, No I promise not like that. I just want to repay you after you saved my life a few months back. I don’t care if you kill me tomorrow but you need to come with me Y/n” I told her sincerely. I could tell she was hesitant, she was in a vulnerable state but she agreed. I carefully took her back to my hotel room. I entered the room and assumed Y/n followed behind me. I turned and there she stood in the doorway. She looked like a scared lost child, it broke me.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her carefully. “It’s okay, you're okay” I didn’t know what to do in this situation. I know I said I wanted to get to know the real Y/n but the truth was the real Y/n was scaring me. The Y/n that stood back at me with big doe eyes was scared. Maybe this was the version that was hiding under the dark makeup and clothing. This was the Y/n that was hurt, this is the one I needed to fix. I approached her slowly and reached out my hand, trying to get her to follow me into the room. She flinched. “I shouldn’t be here, we can’t be doing this,” Y/n said quietly. “I know but I don’t seem to care,” I told her “Does Bryan know you do this? How would they feel if they saw you like this? Just come in so no one sees you” She entered the room slowly and sat down on the large king bed, her head down. I locked the door behind me and was able to notice just how bad of a state she was in. Her once straight hair had become frizzy, her natural curls trying to appear to the world. The clothing she wore was 2 sizes too big, she was swimming in it. She smelt like alcohol and cigarettes, her skin was ice cold. I joined her on the bed, sitting next to her wanting her to talk first. “What do you want from me?” she asked quietly “I just to help. Look Y/n, I really like you. I don’t care if you hate me but I don’t hate you. I just couldn't leave you like this” Y/n looked at me and with the new lighting I was able to see just how tired she looked. My brain still was trying to comprehend that she was on drugs. “What do you want to know?” She asked. “I want to know why you are like this, why do you do what you do?”
“I don’t think you know how exhausting it is to live like this. The moment I walk into that arena, the moment I feel a camera on me everything disappears. I am at peace, I am free. I can do whatever I want. The whole Death Jitsu thing is second nature, I live it on the daily. The moment I’m home, the moment I’m alone and that rush has worn off is when I feel it. That reality check hits and I’m done for. I see the world and people for who they truly are. Everyone is fake and everything sucks. You can only pretend so much, you can only lie to yourself for so long until you realize none of it is real. I don’t know why I act like this, maybe it’s the years of trauma that has made me scared to get hurt again. That’s why I act like I have no emotions but in reality, I am quite an emotional person. I was told I had too many feelings, that I cried too much, that I cared too much, that I loved too much. It’s easy to hide it from the world, I have been doing it since I was a child. It’s when you’re alone that everything you hide comes out and you feel like you have gone mentally insane. I do things I probably shouldn’t to keep those feelings inside. It ties me over till morning when I can put on a show and pretend that everything is okay. The thing is when you are so fucked you admit everything that is wrong with you. Here I am telling you my sob story when I should be hating you but the thing is I can’t. Somehow you have gotten in my head, you know my thoughts. You know about the mental issues I refuse to admit I have. I hate how without realizing I let you in. Now if you excuse me I must go.”
I grabbed Y/n’s hand, preventing her from leaving. “Why is it that you can’t hate me?” I asked her “I like you, I like who you are. You’re nice to everyone, you look like you would give the best hugs. You just have this aura to you. I said what I meant, you are adorable but you are an idiot. An idiot for falling for me. I’ll ruin your life. You don’t want a mentally ill girl who you will have to take care of like a scared child. When I saw you get knocked out in front of me it scared me. I’ve seen it happen too many times, I was having flashbacks. The difference was this time I could do something about it. After that night I had sympathy for you, I felt something for you. I felt like we developed this connection. It’s unfortunate this is happening, I don’t want to hurt you but you did this to yourself.”
I knew what she needed, she needed someone who would take care of her. She needed someone who would love her for all of her imperfections. Someone who could clean her cuts and kiss her scars. She needed someone to protect her and keep her safe from all the demons. This was a bad idea, I was playing a risky game. This could end badly, she could ruin my life but I was willing to take that risk. The worst thing that could happen is for the BCC to murder me for getting in their girl’s head. “Can I give you a hug?” I asked, she nodded and I held her in a tight embrace, holding her close as she began to cry. She was touch-deprived, which you would have never guessed. Wrestling is such a contact sport that you are always being touched. She was very attractive and many people had crushes on her, you would think she’d have some ‘fun’ now and then. The difference is this was a different kind of touching. This was filled with love. We stayed there for a while, I just held Y/n as she cried. I had broken down a wall, I was inside. Although other walls remained intact this was a step in the right direction. “I’m going to take care of you alright. I promise that everything will be okay Y/n. I’m not going anywhere” I continued to whisper sweet nothings to Y/n as I traced circles around her back.
Two weeks had passed since that night and I hadn’t seen Y/n since. I was getting nervous, what if something happened to her? What if she did something bad to herself? No one knew anything about the whereabouts of Y/n. I ended up asking Tony Khan where Y/n had been but all he told me was that she was dealing with some “Health Issues” By that he meant mental health issues. My issues with the BCC had cooled down but were far from over. Tonight I had my rematch against Jon Moxley. It was weird seeing the BCC without Y/n, I felt as If I was responsible for her absence. Did I push her too far that she finally jumped? I gave this fight my all, every strike, every kick I threw for Y/n. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted to let her know that I was waiting for whenever she was ready to talk. I blew Y/n a kiss through the camera before hitting a buckshot lariat. Although I was victorious I ended up injuring Mox, causing us to end up right where we started. After the match, Bryan Danielson handed me a sealed envelope. “This is from Y/n. I don’t know what you did to her but she’s more sick than normal so thanks for that” he spat as he threw the envelope at me.
That night I returned to my hotel I opened the envelope. It was a handwritten letter:
Hey Adam, hope everything is well. Just so you know I am not dead. You are probably blaming yourself for my absence but I have other things I’m dealing with. I’ve been spending time at home thinking about our conversation from the other night. I understand if I scared you away (I tend to do that to people) but I think I’m willing to take you up on your offer. Next week’s Dynamite is an hour from me. Here’s my address and # if you want to stop by. Sorry in advance for everything and remember that this stays between us.
- Y/n
I decided I would arrive a few days before Dynamite and check up on Y/n. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door nervously. When Y/n opened the door I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth. “Do I really look that bad?” she asked. She didn’t look bad but she didn’t look the best. “Sorry, I’m just nervous” “Well I’m sober this time so I would be nervous too” Y/n joked. I admired her home, it was comforting. Artwork and photos covered the walls and plants were all scattered around. I noticed the white sage she had burning in the kitchen, crystals placed around carefully.
Y/n explained to me that Bryan ratted her out. They knew everything, I assumed they didn’t and if they did they simply did not care. Part of me was happy to know that the BCC wasn’t as oblivious to Y/n’s issues as I thought. The other part felt bad for her. Revolution was soon approaching and with Y/n on house arrest who knows when she would return. “So why did you really invite me over?” I asked “First I’m lonely and second I can’t stop thinking about what you said. You told me you would ‘take care of me’. That night is fuzzy to me but you cared. You held me in your arms as I cried. I don’t know what I was crying about but I felt safe. You told me everything was going to be okay and I believed you.” “Every word I said that night was true Y/n. I want to take care of you. I want to help you get clean, I want to be there for every sleepless night. I might sound crazy saying this but I’m in love with you. I don’t know why or how but I just am. I am so in love with you.” I was scared to admit how much I loved Y/n but I knew it would allow her to trust me. She would know I truly did want to help her. Y/n smiled at my words and pulled me in close, holding me tight against her.
“Where do we start?” I asked Y/n. I followed her to the kitchen and began to throw things out. “All you have to do is get clean right? No mandatory rehab or counseling?” I asked “Nope, I don’t think Bryan told them everything in the first place. All of this is staying under the radar and I should be back in time for revolution anyways.” That was good news. We were brutal with what we threw out. We tossed various liquors, sweet treats, anything that wasn’t good for you. Although Y/n was upset that we had to toss her chocolate I had to explain that if I got rid of one thing you become addicted to the next thing. If you toss everything at once it helps to stay on that clean streak. It was hard but we got through it. We spent that afternoon learning about each other, I was able to see Y/n smile and laugh. Those walls were coming down, she fully let me in. Before I knew it, it was dark outside. “Thank you for today but I should get going, it’s getting late” I told her. “If you want, I have a spare room. You can stay the night. There is supposed to be a storm coming anyways so the roads might be dangerous” I gladly accepted Y/n’s offer to spend the night.
Like she said, a storm indeed broke out. The thunderstorm was loud, the rain was beautiful. It described the mood perfectly. I was fresh out of the shower and went downstairs to find Y/n making a gorgeous dinner. Everything about her was perfect. She too was fresh out of the shower. I took a second to memorize how she looked in this moment, scared I would never see it again. Her hair was still damp as she went about making dinner. She looked so focused as she measured the ingredients. Her skin glowed in the dim lights, you could tell by her body language that she was relaxed. Once she noticed me she smiled and called me down the stairs. It was a genuine smile that made me smile. When I reached her I gave her a quick kiss and hug to thank her for having me stay the night. As I held her her skin was warm, she smelt like lavender, she felt like home. I know that this whole thing started off as me wanting to help her but she would also end up helping me. I didn’t even realize I had been going through some of the same things as Y/n. I nearly choked on my food when she said “I know we have spent so much time talking about me and my issues but why don’t we talk about you. You helped me with mine so I will help you with yours” I was shocked. “I’m fine, I don’t have any issues” I told her, offended. “Fine, but I know that Punk stuff still bugs you. If you don’t want to talk about that’s fine, but when you are ready to talk about it I will listen” she told me sincerely. I was quick to change the subject and pretend like that whole situation didn’t still bother me.
I helped Y/n clean up after dinner and the two of us decided to cuddle up on the couch together. Listening to the beautiful storm as one of my favorite albums Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd quietly played in the background. It was calming, the only light source was the fireplace in front of us. I know she didn’t mean it like that but I couldn't stop thinking about how Y/n said I had issues too. Sure I was an alcoholic, sure I had a temper but that’s nothing. I was interrupted by my thoughts when Y/n asked, “What’s on your mind cowboy?” “What?” “I know you're thinking about something, spill it” I had no choice. It was only fair I opened up to Y/n like how she did to me.
“Your right” I told her “Right about what?” she asked “About the Punk thing. It still bugs me. I don’t know why but it does. I just can’t seem to catch a break. I can’t breathe without him criticizing me. He started this whole thing to begin with, he is a salty old man who deserves everything that’s happening to him. The world has given him instant karma.” Y/n listened to every word I said. She never once interrupted me, she let me get everything out of my system before assuring me that none of this was my fault. That I was smart, talented and was more pretty than he was. Although her praises were small they left a big impact on me. I felt myself getting emotional, Y/n noticed this and was able to assure me everything would be okay. She sat on my lap, her arms around holding me close as she told me that everything would be okay. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Regardless of what happens with you and the BCC I’m not going anywhere. This can be our secret Adam, no one needs to know”
I completely forgot about my ongoing issues with the BCC. I didn’t even want to think about that right now. That was a later problem, all I wanted was to enjoy this moment with Y/n.
She must have read my mind as she began to place delicate kisses along my collar bone and my neck. I placed my hands on her hips as she slowly began to grind on me. I started kissing her back and I felt myself melt into her. I felt like everything was going to be alright. In a way I felt like I needed this more than her. As much as I wanted to love and take care of Y/n I also needed someone to love me back. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way about anyone, I don’t remember kissing with such love and passion. As I let my hands roam on Y/n’s body I carefully removed her top. I took a second to admire her natural beauty. I admired every scar, every beauty mark. I traced them all delicately, wanting to know the story behind them. Y/n noticed and asked “Is something wrong?” she looked scared, as if she got caught doing something bad. She whispered an “I’m sorry for scaring you” before she grabbing a blanket that was close by to cover herself up. Before I could say anything she was gone, running up the stairs to her room as the tears formed in her eyes.
I was quick to follow her. I quietly knocked on her bedroom door, waiting for a response. “Go away” she mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/n. You didn’t do anything wrong” I told her “Just let me in so I can explain myself” As I entered Y/n’s room I was taken away from the decor. All of this was the complete opposite of what she portrayed on TV. The room was filled with light pastel colors. In the corner of the room sat a big comfy chair filled with old dolls and plushies. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the side that was hidden from the world. Y/n didn’t even look at me, she sat on her bed with her back towards me. I sat next to her telling her how sorry I was for making her upset. “I should be the one that’s apologizing” she told me “Why should you apologize? You did nothing wrong” I reassured her. “This is what always happens, I find someone and they claim to like me even with all my flaws. Once they get a close enough look they get scared and run off” I didn’t quite understand where she was going with this. “Scared of what?” I asked “Scared of who I really am, scared of the scars I have hidden. Take a look around you, would you expect any of this from me?” “I actually I did. I knew that deep down inside something like this was hidden. That is the part I wanted to explore. Y/n I want to know the real you. I don’t care about any of the things you mentioned. I admire the way you carry your scars with pride. I want to know the story behind them all. I want to be the one that cleans your wounds not makes them” I gently wiped away the tears that fell from her face and apologized for making her upset once again.
“I don’t deserve any of this” she told me “Yes you do, you deserve someone who loves you for who you are. I’ve never told anyone this before but me and you are more similar than you think. I take antidepressants too, I’m an alcoholic. I can’t sleep at night because the voices in my head won’t shut up. I was too focused on getting to know the real you that I haven’t even got the chance to know the real me” I could see the look in Y/n’s eyes soffen at my words. I removed my shirt and pointed to a faded scar on my left arm. “You see this, I did this. We are the same” I told her. “You’ve seen my matches Y/n. Just like you I live for the taste of my own blood. I love the way it feels. I haven’t felt things in a long time, I too use wrestling as an escape. I’m going to challenge Mox to a Texas death match so I can feel something inside. When I’m with you I feel like I can tell you anything. I can be myself. I feel safe, I feel at peace, I feel at home. I can tell that you will be my new home” I didn’t even notice the tears that fell from my face until Y/n kissed them away. “I love you too,” She told me.
The two of us ended the night cuddled up in bed underneath the warm covers. I held Y/n close as she slept. It took me a while to fall asleep, I listened to the rain and thunder as I took in the moment. As I looked at Y/n I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. She was at peace. We didn’t sleep together that night but we didn’t need to. When that moment would arrive I wanted to take my time and savor it. It would be a healing experience for the both of us. Never in my life did I feel so calm, so at peace. I knew that everything would be okay. I too was touch deprived. All this was was skin on skin contact, my bare chest on hers as we fell asleep feeling so loved. I loved this woman so much. I would do anything for her and I knew she would do anything for me. The dark side of the moon is used to describe something mysterious and unknown. The dark side of the moon is supposed to be the side we never see, the side that faces away from Earth. Somehow I was able to find that in Y/n. I found the light side in her heart and I wouldn't take it for granted.
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i'm so down bad for Matt, Hangman, Kenny & Nick like why they so hot dude.
ANYWAYS here's a HangMatt one shot
Hangman x Matt
Summary- Lately Matt has been feeling very stressed and he really doesn't know why and its driving him crazy because all he wants to do is relax and be stress free but no the world never does anything right for Matt Jackson. Okay no that is not exactly true but you get it? Right? The truth is...
hes knows exactly why hes stressed and its because of that little millennial anxious cowboy
Now that I have you I won't be going anywhere
Lately Matt has been feeling very stressed and he really doesn't know why and its driving him crazy because all he wants to do is relax and be stress free but no the world never does anything right for Matt Jackson. Okay no that is not exactly true but you get it? Right? Most days he just wants to break down crying but he tries holds it in and puts on a strong face for his brother Nick and best friends Kenny & Brandon until dynamites over.
The truth is...
hes knows exactly why hes stressed and its because of that little millennial anxious cowboy with the stupid beautiful long blonde hair, and his dumb gorgeous smile, and his stupid hot ass body, and stupid ugly hot gorgeous ass face, AND THAT ACCENT OMG- sorry, once he starts thinking about Adam he cant stop, and he doesn't know what to do. Once apon a time believe it or not they were best friends without a care in the world and now, well now the aren't really considered friends at all, And that hurts him a lot. Of course this past month has been very stressful because he realized he has feeling for hangman. He doesn't even know how to react to the fact that hes gay because obviously he didn't know that either until he realized how hot he found Adam.
Though, It all makes sense to him now. When they were friends he always had a craving to be closer to him and want more but he never understood what he wanted more of, and the fact that he always found himself staring a little to long or longing to feel his lips on his- okay maybe its always been obvious that he had something for hangman, he must have been in denial.
Dynamite just ended and Matt was on his way back to the hotel. Lately he's let Nick & Kenny share a room because whether they believe it or not its so obvious that they want each other. So now for the time being he stays in his own hotel room instead of sharing with his brother, which he doesn't mind at all because he's able to break down without kicking anybody out of the hotel room non suspiciously.
Once Matt found his way to his room on the 2nd floor and unlocked the door he threw his suitcase and shoes to god knows where and jumped onto his bed and threw the blankets around himself and just started balling. Nobody really understood how hurt he was over the fact that hangman and the elite were no longer friends. All he wanted to do was cuddle Adam but he cant because they rarely acknowledge each other now and its so awkward and all Adam does is just turn a cold shoulder to him.
But what Matt doesn't realize is that Adam is in a lot of pain as well and all he wants to is to be able to joke around with his friends again. Of course over the past few months Adam has actually figured out that he has had feelings for the oldest buck but he has never even thought about Matt being gay he always just assumed the young buck was straight.
Adam was on his way up to his hotel room on 2nd floor when he heard sobs coming from a certain room while hearing the person muttering words and sentences like "i'm an idiot", "Why am i like this" etc, Adam thought the voice sounded quite familiar but didn't want to to eavesdrop or anything or ask a potentially random stranger if they were okay at like 12:30 pm (it was most likely not a stranger because most of the wrestlers who weren't flying home right away were staying at the same hotel)
He went closer to the door and was about to knock and ask if the person was okay when Nick and Kenny showed up.
"The hell you think you're doing? why are you going to Matt's room you've ignored him for like how long already?" Nick whisper-yelled
Okay so that hurt a bit- Wait that's why the voice sounded so familiar- he thought, wait why the hell was his Matt crying?
"Okay calm down would ya man i just heard someone crying and wanted to see if they were alright" Hangman explained
"Wait Matt's crying? Why? Is he okay?" Kenny asked confused and worried
"Why do you think i would know ?" Adam Asked
"Well to be honest with you Adam none of us have been the same without you. No matter how cocky and happy we look were actually all quite depressed, Especially Matt and we all know hes been hurting and has been quite stressed , but we don't fully know why and it has us quite stressed as well because Matthew usually isn't like this, like we know he misses you but he wont even talk to us about it." The Youngest Buck explained to Adam.
"Yeah Adam its true, We all miss you" Kenny exclaimed solemnly.
"I miss you guys as well alright i'm sorry for being so cold to y'all. Do you think it'll be alright if i go check up on him?" Adam asked the boys
"Yeah just please talk to us about it later or tomorrow even" Nick said
"of course, Ill see you later" says Hangman
Nick and Kenny continue walking to their room while worrying a lot about Matt, He's never like this. He's always out going and in a good mood.
Matt is so upset and in his own world that he doesn't hear the conversation happening outside his door or anything. So when he suddenly hears a knock on his door it scares him a bit and brings him back into reality. He goes to open to the door and finds hangman staring at him sympathetically.
"A-Adam W-what are you doing here?" Matt asked frantically trying to wipe his tears.
"Matt are you alright whats wrong?" Adam asked worriedly
"I'm fine you don't have to come check up on me please leave me alone, you don't seem to care any other time" Matt states
"Matt i know your not okay. You can talk to me y'know? I know we aren't very close anymore and i'm sorry about that but i still care for you so very much Matt. I miss you alright, but please Let me in, open up to me okay its not good to bottle this up, and if you don't want to talk to me then please talk to Kenny or Nick." Adam exclaims while wiping Matt's tears away from his cheek.
While slightly blushing Matt bursts into more tears and hugs Adam tight.
"Adam i missed you so much to, I'm sorry" Matt apologizes
"Matty please don't apologize you literally did nothing wrong here alright?" Adam tells Matt while giving him a tight squeeze
"So do you mind if i come in?" Adam asks while lightly breaking the hug
Matt nods his head and lets Adam in
"I-I just i feel like i'm not good enough for everybody and every week people expect so much from me. A-and you I-I just cant get you out of my head Adam, your pretty face and pretty blonde hair and i'm so sorry Adam i didn't mean to fall for you but i cant help-" Matt explains before Adam cuts of his rant with a gentle kiss.
"Matt I've been in love with you for so long you have no idea" Adam tells Matt while staring into his beautiful brown eyes.
"Really..?" Matt asks slightly dazed
"Yeah Matt i have, i should have told you sooner but I've always thought that you would always think of me as just a friend" Adam exclaims
"Never. Adam.. Are you sure? Like do you actually like me because if you are doing this as joke that's just terrible." Matt asks unsure.
"Matt i swear i wouldnt do anything like that to you ever. You here me? You are worth so much Matt you understand?" Adam tells Matt sternly
Matt nods still slightly unsure but he doesn't know why
"I want to hear you say it" Adam tells Matt Sternly, while holding his chin lightly
"I understand Adam. I love you.." Matt whispers while blushing majorly to Adam
"I love you to Matt" Adam whispers back closing the gap between the two once again.
While slightly breaking the kiss Adam Whispers
"I'm so sorry Matt for making you cry all these weeks. Trust me it'll never happen again alright. Now that i have you i wont be going anywhere. I already slightly made amends with Nick and Kenny just so your aware alright? So will you be my boyfriend Matthew?"
"Of course i will Hangman. I'm sorry for making you suffer as well all this time, Please stay in here tonight" Matt asks while grinning
Matt of course i will, You don't have to ask me twice" Adam exclaims while grinning as well.
They both close the gap again and cuddle for the rest of the night. Just like they were all apart of the elite again and are best friend's.
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~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! this is like the first one shot I've written and i'm very proud of myself. HANGMAN AND MATT ARE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM SM <3
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summer sizzle | darlin, adam page [m]
[ prompts used ]
** again, one day I’m going to sit down and locate every single list I used to write all these one shots. Credit to the amazing prompt makers on the internet, I love you guys. The plot / the unnamed OC belong to me.**
Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap + heavy making out/dry humping + after an injury - of the emotional sort + chair sex - almost happened but did not + calming the other’s anger with sex + locker room - technically, it’s the bar room set from backstage, but.. We’re making it work darn it. - ( bonus points, kayfabe is real… for the angst.)
[ warnings ]
18+ only. All children, hit the bricks. Go play outside. Something. You know the drill. Swearing, sex - of the unprotected variety, semi public setting, angsty / hurt comfort -if you squint and I did my job right (probably not lmao), biting, body fluids, slight body image issues ( Oc is curvy bc OC here is basically my ass with changes ) and hangman’s anxiety, ftw. Oh yeah, and alcohol is involved here.
[ authors notes ]
Look, I really did like writing this, it was like a self-soothing thing for me. I’m lowkey proud of how this came. Things are gonna end on a bit of a cliffhanger, but... perhaps if people actually like it, I’ll find a way to continue it at some point. I wanted to give it an actual end, but honestly, this worked out better in my opinion... Anyway, yeah. if enough people shout at me to go somewhere with this, i just miiiight?!?
[ pairing ]
Adam Hangman Page x curvy!unnamed ofc, - it’s hinted at throughout.
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D A R L I N’ - ADAM HANGMAN PAGE,
“Did you see where Hangman took off to?” my question was met with a scowl from his former friends. I glared right back at the group of them, arms folded over my chest, my foot tapping against the tiled floor, the soft click of my heels almost matched to the way my heart was about to beat right out of my chest at the moment.
“Does it look like we care?” Kenny started to ask the question but Matt nudged him, a warning look and the shake of his head. The two shared a look and then they both fixed their gaze on me. “Don’t know what good it’ll do, but he’s still down at the bar area. Typical.” Matt muttered the answer to my question quietly and I asked hesitantly,“Is he alone?”
“Yeah. As soon as the interviewer got what she needed and we spoke our piece, we bailed. Are you sure you wanna go down there right now?” Matt questioned and I didn’t bother with a reply, instead I wasted no time in taking off, glad to be out of their way.
“I cannot fucking believe he just stood there and let it happen.” I mutter mostly to myself as I shove open the door to the bar and peek into the room. The shattered mirror caught in the dim lighting above and Adam was sitting there, a bottle of Jack in front of him.
“Adam?” I called out to him, barely raising my voice above a whisper.
“Better if y’ go.” Adam didn’t even bother looking up from the half empty glass in front of him, choosing instead to raise the glass to his lips and finish it off, shaking his head a little as soon as he had.
I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me and locking it softly. He tensed but he didn’t turn around. His fingers dug against the wooden bartop and he sighed quietly. The sound seemed to hang in the air.
Our eyes finally met in the mirror and when I saw the pain and frustration in his, I bit my lip, a hand raising from my hip to drag through my tall teased hair.
My mouth opened and closed and he gave this bitter and quiet laugh. “If you’re gon’ lecture me right now, don’t.”
“I didn’t come to lecture you. For the record, what you did out there was pretty damn stupid, but honestly… I get it.” I found myself fidgeting under his intent gaze as it roamed my body. I tugged down the clingy black spaghetti strapped dress because of it. The air was getting thicker between us by the second. Rather than stand there and gawk at just how truly beautiful the man is, especially in a semi-darkened room with that angry gleam in his eyes, I fixed my eyes on the bottle of Jack and nodded to it. “Think you can spare some of your drink, cowboy?”
He eyed me, a brow raised. To prove that I was being serious and I had no intention to leave anytime soon, I settled down on the stool beside the one he’d been sitting on. I let the stiletto heeled boots on my feet settle to the floor with a quiet clank and I eyed him, finally reaching for the bottle on my own. As I twisted the cap off and poured the liquid within into both our glasses, I stared at him almost defiantly. Daring him to do anything to try and make me leave.
Rather than argue, he gave a tired flop onto the stool he’d been sitting on before I came in. After a few seconds of both of us drinking in silence, he spoke up.
“Didn’t you have some hot date tonight with a biker?” Adam asked the question through a tightly clenched jaw. He made it quite clear that he’d rather be alone right now, but I chose to ignore that.
The guy needed a friend right now.
,, sure. And this has absolutely nothing to do with your thing for him..” my brain scolded and yes, I chose to ignore that too.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Me? Right.”
“You said so earlier when I was in your chair gettin my hair tended to.” he spoke up again, a brow raised as his eyes met mine. Almost as if he were questioning not only why I was here, but whether he wanted me to stay or not.
“Oh, yeah. I did.” I trailed off, muttering a soft “Fuck.” under my breath. Honestly, when I said it, I hadn’t actually thought he was paying me any kind of attention… Pretty much as usual.
My brow raised as soon as it sank in that he’d heard me and he hadn’t been sitting there with earbuds in. He hadn’t been as absorbed in his phone as I tended to think he always was. Before I had the courage required to ask him about anything else he might have heard me tell Stella Kay, I shoved it out of my head.
So he heard me tonight. Didn’t mean anything other than that. I reminded myself of that too. I shotgunned about half of the drink poured into my own glass and reached for the bottle again, but his hand shot out and he stared me down.
“I say you could come in and help yourself to my Jack?” Adam was still angry, I could hear it seething through in his tone when he spoke. It hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with Adam like this… Hurt and angry and confused, broken like the mirror in front of him.
,, to be fair, he did bring a little of this on himself.” my brain scolded again and again, I ignored it. He may have been going off the rails for the past few weeks, but this chain of events, at least in my eyes, that was all started by friends who teased and ignored him.. Made him feel like less when honestly, he was so much more than the lot of them combined. They may have started to try and change at the end, but by then, it was clearly too late. Adam was lost by that point, drowning in his own misery. And Adam lashed out. Or he started trying to.
“No, but… I’m thirsty, I’m obviously not going out with a biker tonight and I need it. You’re not the only one with problems, you know.” I pouted at him, shaking my wrist free so quickly and easily that it had him blinking a little, and I uncapped the bottle again, pouring myself a little more to top off.
“So I’m selfish on top of everythin’ else. Good to know.” the tone in his voice and the fact that he didn’t even bother meeting my gaze had me sighing and swearing, even rolling my eyes a little in frustration. Every part of me wanted to scream at the guy “No, but obviously you’re fucking blind and a little dense, because I’ve been trying to start conversations and stuff with you for weeks now.. I’ve tried to build you up when they were tearing you down, but you ignored it because it’s not what you wanted to hear.” - but I managed to keep that internal.
I didn’t want to kick him while he was already down. I care far too much about him to do that.
,, and maybe you want to be the one who makes him forget about tonight, even if it’s only a few hours. Says a lot about you.. Mainly how pathetic you are.” my brain was at it again, scolding me for what I wanted. And again, I ignored the noisy scolding thoughts.
Instead, I focused on the glass filled with amber liquid sitting in front of me. Circling my black tipped fingers around it’s edge as I just let my mind sort of wander and hoped to God that it’s wandering came back with some form of game plan beyond the one I’d had coming in here to find him. Because literally all that had been was getting to him. Because it hurts me to see him hurt. He’s a sweet guy. A good guy. ,, A guy you could love if only you weren’t so scared to reveal your feelings.” this time my brain was taunting me. If I never actually do anything about my feelings, I’ll never have the chance to know.
And maybe that internalized taunting was enough to make the remaining shred of any pride I had left snap in two.
“Adam.” I spoke up quietly, snapping my fingers lightly at him to get his attention.
“What?” Adam answered, eyes locked on me and in a daze. I bit my lip and leaned in a little, smoothing a blond curl out of his eyes, letting my hand catch on the side of his face. Catching sight of the two of us in the shattered mirror out of the corner of my eye had me giving a soft smiling laugh and shaking my head.
Just the contrast there, me with my dark crimson lipstick and the little black dress and the dark hair… The curves and yet still somehow inherently plain to look at according to most. The grumpy demeanor most of the time, the dry wit and sarcasm that’s more than once left many an other man eviscerated in public..
Him with the sunny blondish brown hair and the dancing baby blue eyes, the gentle words and rough hands.. The holes in his jeans and the boots on his feet..That big heart and all those good intentions.
My laughter had him raising a brow, of course. I shrugged and raised the bottle to my lips, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time I did it. I still somehow managed to miss the way he was leaning into me, teeth tugging at his lower lip, eyes darting from mine to the bottle raised to my lips. Until he was reaching out and trying to drunkenly pull me from my stool to his lap. I nearly choked mid-swallow and laughed out, “What the hell are you doing right now? This stool is not gonna hold my thick ass and you, sir.”
“Figured since you keep takin my damn bottle, woman..” Adam managed a weak smile that still somehow managed to completely light up the space we were in. He finally got me settled on his lap and I bit my lip, finding myself hyper-focused on his mouth.. The way his upper lip forms this little almost perfect little v. I must have been too obvious with my staring, because he cleared his throat and nodded to where I’d tossed my red covered cell phone.
Which was now playing Fiona Apple’s Criminal.. Which obviously meant it was ringing, shit, fuck, shit, fuck…
What Adam said next absolutely surprised me. And it proved just how little I knew about how much he might know about me. He chuckled and nodded to the now silent phone and after a second, he took the bottle from my hand and raised it to his own lips again. We were sitting so close by now that we nearly pressed together, despite all earlier voiced objections about my size and the stool being able to hold both of us up.
“Didn’t you sing that song when you were out with Allie one night?”
“I..” I wrinkled my forehead and thought about it, giving a sheepish laugh when I remembered. “Yeah, I did. It sounded like cats dying.”
“Didn’t.” Adam muttered, taking another sip from the bottle, staring me down intently. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, guiding the bottle away from his mouth and towards my own and I took a sip as he tilted the bottle a little to allow me to do so. After I swallowed the bitter liquid, I laughed softly. “I most certainly did, sir.”
“You like t’ argue.” Adam chuckled softly, cocking his head to the side slightly, still staring at me intently. His gaze moved from my eyes down to my mouth and I swallowed hard, licking my lips on instinct.
“I’ve heard that now and again, yeah.” I wiggled around on his lap a little, trying to get a more sturdy seat because I was trying to keep a conservative and safe distance between us, but that was making me nearly fall off his lap.
He sat the bottle down and scooted the stool closer to the bar, putting my back into it. He was inching closer, little by little. “Why?” he asked quietly, his breath warm against my lips, almost brushing against them when he mumbled his question.
“Why what?” I answered his question with one of my own, barely restraining a whimper at the fact that suddenly, I wasn’t sitting on his knees anymore, suddenly I was… So much closer.
Had I moved closer or had he moved me closer? Because I remembered his hands kind of resting at my hip but I’d honestly been so caught up in our back and forth -and the fact that it was actually, ya know, happening, that I didn’t remember him moving me. I pulled away from his face just slightly because our faces were so close that our lips nearly brushed every time one of us said something to the other.
“Why’d you come in here? I know it wasn’t just to drink up all my whiskey. Or maybe it was.” Adam’s usually thick accent was… Much thicker. A slow and easy drawl that had me getting wetter with each word he spoke. When he reached for the bottle again and nearly fell into me, my breath caught in my throat but I held the bottle up and put it behind me, where I thought it would be out of his reach.
And after lightly grabbing at his stubbled jawline and guiding him to look at me, not down or around the empty room, I bit my lip and took several shaky breaths. I swear, I meant to go with an attempt at humor, but the look in his eyes, the raw pain there, I just… Couldn’t.
When my mouth opened, the truth just started to pour out.
“You’re right. I d-didn’t come down h-here to drink all your booze. I don’t even l-like this shit, honestly. I p-prefer Tito’s tequila.” I stopped to breathe because my words were tumbling out and I just needed to figure out a way to put what I knew was going to come pouring out at any second.
But nothing came.
Actions seemed easier. Actions, I was infinitely better at.
Obviously, right?
I was leaning in a little closer, his jaw still in my hands. The kicker here was that he wasn’t backing away like I half thought he would. No… He was leaning in too. His fingertips squeezing into my hips gently were what kind of bought me out of my own head and into the moment again
“If you’re gonna do somethin, do it already, darlin.” Adam’s mouth brushed right.against.mine. Literally right against the corner. And it lingered there just long enough for me to whimper quietly as I slowly exhaled, my breath shaky. My eyes popped open wide and he bit his lip, eyeing my lips and then the bottle with this look in his eyes that made me think he couldn’t decide which he’d rather taste more right now.
And that crazy random thought took hold in my tipsy brain. As he started to back away, afraid he’d crossed a line, I gently grabbed hold of his face, resting a hand against each side, my mouth colliding against his, tongue darting out and tracing the shape of his mouth lazily. His lips fell apart easily and one of his hands left my hips to tangle in my hair, making me pout against his mouth and whine playfully, “Seriously? I just spent thirty minutes on teasing that up..”
“Ya didn’t have to, either.” his tongue was now clashing against mine, colliding and battling for control of the kiss as he continued to drag his fingers through my hair and tug at it a little here and there. I suspect that he may have been doing it just to get a response from me, but I was too caught up in kissing him to give a damn. I wiggled in his lap a little, my legs wrapping around his hips and he sucked in a sharp breath, bucking into me from below.
If I thought his fingers were wound up in my hair before, now he was tugging a little more urgently, his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into his all over again so deep that I almost didn’t know if I was breathing on my own or he was doing it for me.
It was desperate, needy and yet, somehow it was still gentle and careful. Cautious. Like he wanted to do it for a while now, but he’d finally been presented the chance to do it.
The actions of a man who felt he had absolutely nothing left to lose.
I rubbed myself against him, whimpering into his mouth when I felt the way he strained hard at the blue jeans he wore. His mouth broke from mine to trail down my neck, muttering softly against my skin, teeth hooking in spots and patches and gingerly leaving clumsy little marks.
His other hand wandered down, slipping up the short hem of my little black dress and I nipped at his lip, rubbing myself against his lap even more. His hand crept higher, cupping my core, squeezing and rubbing the flat of his hand against it and sending shivers rushing through me. “Mmm.” his tongue rolled around the edge of my ear, his lips catching on my earlobe as he muttered a quiet, “Stop me if..”
“Now why would I want to do that, hm?” I managed to breathe out the words, rocking myself against the hefty bulge in his jeans and the way he continued to squeeze and rub my aching cunt. I knew he had to feel the way I was dripping, literally flooded already.
The stool gave a foreboding creak and I tensed a little against him. He chuckled and nodded to the half circle bench and the table nearby. “Okay, alright.” he stood up, my body wrapped around him with me clinging to him and my nails lightly digging into his shoulders because me, with the trust issues, has never really… let anyone carry me before… For any reason.
“I’m not gonna drop ya.” Adam stated quietly.
“I know, just… never really let anyone carry me.” I muttered against his neck, my lips latching on a little, daring to leave just a hint of a mark behind. He sucked in a sharp breath and sat me down on the tabletop, stepping between my legs, his hands all over me.
The Jack Daniels sat on the bar across the room, getting warm. Neither of us were worried about it anymore.
He leaned into me a little more -or maybe I was clinging to him still, either way, and his hand was back up the hem of my dress. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and closed as I rocked myself against his hand. I gripped hold of his shirt and pulled him into me more, muttering against his mouth, “If you’re going to do something, Adam, do it… Please?”
“You’re sure?” Adam questioned breathlessly, fingertips brushing past my soaked panties, grazing right up and down my center as his mouth dove down, fixing on the front of my throat, leaving a tender little line of marks in the path his lips took down.
“Please?” I begged, my voice raising to a quiet moan that died to a laugh when our foreheads bumped together. He bit his lip and pulled back a little, staring at me for a few seconds that felt like they stretched out into forever. I eyed him right back, my heart kicking up a storm against my ribs, on the verge of nervous fidgeting and suddenly self conscious about every single little thing about me to the extreme.
I was a breath away from slipping off the table he’d sat me on and walking out but just as I got to that point, he seemed to sense it and step forward, looking down at me and then back at the door. “If you’re changin your mind, darlin. There’s the door.”
He was appealing to me one last time. Giving me one last chance to back out. Considering that neither of us have anything to lose, I wasn’t about to take him up on it. I eyed him, a brow raised, clearly confused as to why he kept giving me opportunity after opportunity to leave and then, oh.. Then it hit me.
And I ached for him.
Not just in the physical sense like his touches had driven me to. In the mental sense because I knew exactly where his mind was going right now… I knew it because it was a state my own seemed to stay in when it came to other people and the habit I have of judging myself against them. Often unfairly.
“Oh, Adam.” the words punctured the sliver of space between us softly, his name lingering just a second or two. I raised my hand to his cheek, letting my fingertips move over the sharp outline of his face, making my last stop his lips. As I dragged my index finger over the outline of those very kiss swollen lips, I made an effort to move myself as close to him as I could get, letting my legs circle his waist all over again. My head fell to the right slightly, exposing the left side of my neck.
I wasn’t an idiot, I saw the exact second those baby blue eyes settled hungrily on exposed and unmarked skin. Lowering my fingertip, I finally spoke again.
“If I were going to walk out, I never would’ve bothered coming in here, Hangman.” I took a deep breath that tried to hang in my throat a little at what I was doing and I rose up a little straighter, the hand resting against the side of his neck moving to the back of his head. Fingertips tangling gingerly in soft blondish-brown locks, tugging his mouth closer to mine. Adam leaned down a little, his lips clumsily ghosting along my neck, catching sporadically here and there. “This is really okay.. You.. Want this.” he asked the question quietly, the warmth of his breath and the drawl in his tone sending shivers through me.
I locked eyes with him as he pulled back slightly. “I’m not smashing my knee into your nuts, am I?” I gave a soft laugh at the end so he’d be able to differentiate between my usual grumpy demeanor and gentle teasing. A lot of people can’t where I’m concerned and the way Adam is hurting right now, I want the way I feel to be perfectly crystal clear.
I don’t want him to have a single reason to second-guess or keep stalling. I guess maybe in some ways, I was trying to force him to have to be the one to politely say this had gone too far and he wasn’t interested. Because like he needed to hear me say such a thing, I needed to hear him say it.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone had. I braced myself for him to find some polite excuse to put all this to a grinding halt, but instead, I got a quiet chuckle and Adam leaning in all over again, nearly putting my back flush with the table. When he bucked himself against me, I shivered and my teeth caught on my bottom lip as I stared up at him. His hands roamed up and down my thighs softly, a ginger attempt to push my little black dress upwards to my hips was made. My strap was slipping up top and Adam’s eyes caught on to that face. When his teeth grazed against my skin as they tugged the pesky falling strap completely down, I whimpered, squirming against him, desperate for more friction.
His hands dug into my hips, grinding me against him even more and at feeling the hefty bulge formed and straining against his jeans, I found myself whimpering even more, breathless, desperately arching my body and rubbing against him harder and faster. His grip on my body tightened and he bucked right back against me, his mouth moving over each of my collarbones and then right back up the front of my throat again. One of his hands slipped down to the exposed thin waistband of my underwear and with a careful tug, those were being torn away, tossed out onto the floor.
As soon as it hit me that he wasn’t backing down or bowing out either, I reached up, pulling the front of his shirt apart, tugging it down his arms. It hit the floor beside my panties and as my lips latched onto his neck all over again, my hands dropped between us, going for the belt buckle at his waist. The soft clink of the metal buckle as I pulled it open echoed when it hit against the button below it. With slightly shaking fingers, I worked the button free and then the zipper. Adam’s mouth dug deeper against the breast he’d managed to expose a few minutes before and my head fell back, a sharp and prolonged whimper filling the air as soon as his jeans settled around his ankles and he was scooting me towards him on the table, his cock grazing right between both my dripping folds and sending a shiver of pleasure racing through my entire body.
“Wish we didn’t have t’ hurry, darlin.” he drawled as his tongue circled my nipple, teeth scraping at it, tugging until it stood at a point. I was clinging to him by now, my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. I met his gaze and swallowed hard, nodding.
Every part of me wanted to make some clever remark about a next time, but at the same time, every part of me didn’t dare because I knew this might just be happening due to the alcohol and Adam’s current emotional state and my own feelings about him.
I desperately wanted to believe there would be a next time. God did I want to. But I was realistic enough to know that there most likely wouldn’t be. And in that moment, I decided to just find some way to be okay with that.
“Darlin?” he’d pulled away, he was studying me with a concerned look. I distracted myself with running my fingers over the outline of his muscular chest because I was mostly afraid if I looked up at him right now, I would wind up making this deeper and more emotional than it had to be.
But then he was raising a hand, tilting up my chin and making me look at him. He repeated himself a third time. “You’re sure…” his voice trailed off and he tensed a little, I could feel it because he was still holding me close to him as he could get me. I smiled and nodded, my fingers digging into his hair again, pulling his mouth back down to mine. “I’m absolutely sure. I want you. So much.”
And I meant every single word when I said it.
My answer seemed to satisfy him and I rubbed myself against him a little more impatiently, urgently. “Please, Adam?”
“Fuck.” he gasped against my skin as he started to buck against me, the tip of his cock sinking into my cunt, making a moan bubble up from the depths of my throat as I dug in my fingertips just a little, adjusting to the size of him. He captured my mouth in a desperate and deep kiss and sank his cock in a little more, his fingertips digging into my hips as he pumped himself in and out, quietly groaning, growling my name, nipping at the side of my neck.
“Feels so good, darlin. Hope,” his voice was drowned out by my needy whines and whimpering as he started to fuck into me deeper and a little faster, his cock strking against my spot and making me curl my toes against his ass just to get any kind of actual grip on anything and maybe alleviate the ache and desperate need for more friction. “You hope what?’ I asked the question softly, my words ripped from me in breathy gasps as his hips snapped against mine, burying himself even deeper inside with each thrust of his cock.
“Hope I’m makin you feel good too.” he took a few seconds to say it. I took his face in my hands, our mouths colliding as I used my heels to drive him in even deeper, my back arching as I focused on kissing him until neither of us could breathe. As the kiss broke and we pulled our mouths apart to catch our breath, I muttered against his ear, “So amazing, Adam.” to answer his question. “Don’t fucking stop baby, please.” I urged him to keep going, harder and faster, and he obliged, picking up the pace with each time my heels dug into his ass. “Ugh, Adam, fuck.. You’re so fuckin big.” I moaned out at one point, a little louder than I meant to. Adam was quick to lean in, his mouth meeting mine again, swallowing up my loud moans and swearing in ecstasy as he chuckled against it, his own grunts and quiet needy groans being swallowed by me when I deepened the kiss and rubbed my body against his over and over again just because I love the way it felt… Softness against hardened muscles.
“Darlin, fuck.” he moaned out at one point and I whimpered in response, “Adam, don’t… Fuck, don’t stop. Right there.” as my head fell back and my fingers toyed with his hair and dug into his shoulders even more. He was really slamming into me at this point, the booth top I sat on creaking quietly, making me tense a little when I first noticed it.
Adam slowed slightly when he noticed me tense up at a particularly loud creak from the table, a quiet chuckle against the shell of my ear. “Stop doin that.”
“I can’t help that this table sounds like it’s on it’s last legs, Adam.” I answered, nipping at his bottom lip.
“Trust me, darlin. I’m not gonna let you hit the ground.” Adam muttered as his lips locked on my upper lip, sucking. He started to slam into me all over again, erratically, faster and so much harder. When he scooted me even closer to the table’s edge, I caught myself making a surprisingly minimal effort not to tense up.
To do as he asked and trust him not to drop me. It surprised me that trusting him was a lot easier than I thought. He chuckled as he held me up, a leg over each arm, continuing to plow into me with erratic hip snaps met by my own erratic thrusts in response. My breath kept catching in my throat and every single time I thought I’d be able to breathe again, he’d manage to bottom out, his cock striking against my spot a time or two and sending me even closer to an orgasm so intense that I ached to let go.
“I’m so close.” he growled against my ear while staring into my eyes. I clung to him desperately, rocking my hips greedily against the deep drives in and out that his cock made, my stomach tensing a little more with each second closer I got to my orgasm finally shattering me. “Fuck this feels so good.. Ahh.” I moaned out as my head fell back and Adam sat me halfway onto the table’s edge again, tilting my hips and letting my wrap my legs back around his waist, his hands pumping my body up and down on his cock, his fingertips leaving red marks against my skin as they dug in harder. His cock bottomed out and I felt myself starting to shake, my body tensing as I fought to keep from getting off.
“Let go. C’mon, darlin.” Adam grunted lazily against my mouth as he went in for another kiss, his breathy groan swallowed by my mouth when I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers going to his hair, tugging at it lightly. He didn’t need to repeat himself, with another deep drive into my dripping cunt, my orgasm was shattering through, leaving me breathless and clinging to him, my teeth grazing against his collarbone as I rested my head against his shoulder and continued to fuck through my orgasm while pulling myself together….
#adam page#adam hangman page#adam hangman page fanficiton#adam hangman page oneshot#adam hangman page one shot#adam hangman page fanfic#adam hangman page fic#adam hangman page imagine#// no one under 18+#// mentions of alcohol#// unprotected s*x#// another one I'm lowkey proud of but afraid it's going to flop hard.
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Wrestling Oneshots
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3eHhbBw
by DarbyAllinTrash
Just a bunch of random Wrestling oneshots.
Words: 1401, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, All Elite Wrestling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Stephanie McMahon, Cody Rhodes, Stardust - Character, Dolph Ziggler, Drew McIntyre, Chris Jericho, AJ Styles, Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Hangman Adam Page, Goldust, Brit Baker, Kris Statlander, Darby Allin, Sammy Guevara, MJF, Orange Cassidy
Relationships: Brit Baker/Kris Statlander, MJF/Cody Rhodes, Hangman Adam Page/Kenny Omega, Kenny Omega/Nick Jackson, Kenny Omega/Matt Jackson, Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Cody Rhodes/Darby Allin, Orange Cassidy | JC Ryder/Drew Gulak/Ashley Remington | Dalton Castle/Chuck Taylor, Drew Mcintyre/Dolph Ziggler, Chris Jericho/AJ Styles, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/A.J. Styles, Chris Jericho/Kevin Owens | Kevin Steen
Additional Tags: Oneshot, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Just a bunch of wrestling one shots, Many different Aus
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Sweater Weather (Holiday Fic)
Prompt: Hangman doesn’t wanna wear his Christmas sweater, but Y/N is bound to get him to do it somehow.
A/N: Hey!! Okay, so I am SOO sorry, I haven’t done any holiday imagines this year, and so, here’s this one! I also missed writing for Page. So, here! Enjoy! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!!
Word Count: 421
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“Y/N, do I really have to wear this, all day?” Page groaned, looking at his Christmas sweater.
I rolled my eyes, and chuckled. “Yes. Of course you do.” I smiled. “It’s Christmas tradition, after all.”
He pouted. “But..” He whined. “It’s, uncomfortable.”
I rolled my eyes, at his excuses, and shook my head. “You wore one for Being The Elite!” I chuckled, failing to see how this was any different. Or, why it was such a big deal.
“That, is different! There’s a lot of stuff I do for Being The Elite that I don’t really wanna do in real life. Wearing this sweater, happens to be one of them.” He explained.
I rolled my eyes, and breathed a laugh. “Ugh, fine. If you’re gonna be like this about it, don’t wear it.”
“Thank you!” He smiled, before taking it off, wearing a plain t-shirt underneath it.
I rolled my eyes again. “You’re so welcome.” I said sarcastically, before sitting on the couch, he chuckled, and sat next to me, draping his arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder, and sighed. “It’s a real shame though. You looked really hot in it.” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes. “Probably because it’s too hot in this house to wear it, and I was burning up.” He teased. “Face it, you can’t trick me into wearing the sweater Y/N.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can.” I chuckled, causing him to scoff and shake his head.
I had to think of some way, I was just surprised my first idea didn’t work. I started to trace shapes in his chest, when I thought of something that was bound to work. I smirked slightly.
“You know who would wear the sweater?” I asked.
He breathed a laugh. “Who?” He said sarcastically. My smirk grew, as I lifted my head to look at him, wanting to see his expression.
“Joey Ryan.”
I teased. His face dropped, and he exhaled sharply. “D*mmit.” He mumbled, before putting it back on, and starting to pout again. “Why would you do this, on Christmas?” He asked. I chuckled, and ran my hand through his hair.
“Because, it’s the only way you’ll wear it!” I chuckled. He gave me a disappointed stare, before breathing a laugh.
“Yeah..I guess I should’ve just been more cooperative. I’m sorry.” He smiled, kissing the temple of my forehead.
“You’re forgiven, Merry Christmas Page.” I smiled, his smile grew.
“And, a Happy Holidays.” He replied, before kissing me softly.
#adam page imagine#adam page oneshot#hangman page imagine#hangman page oneshot#bullet club fanfiction
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Hangman Adam Page Masterlist
Welcome to the Masterlist of "Hangman" Adam Page
✉️: Request 💎: Personal Fav. ❤️🔥:18 +
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Pregnancy headcannons: Pretty self explanatory ✉️
Texas Death Match: After a year of secretly seeing each other Y/n admits she's been sleeping with The Cowboy. The thing is she is the leader of the BCC and it was when she made out with Hangman during his Texas Death Match with Mox that she realized she was in love with him. ✉️💎
The Dark Side Of The Moon: Hangman falls for dark and mysterious Y/n who is a part of the Blackpool Combat Club. Despite their ongoing rivalry, he can’t seem to get Y/n out of his head. Every time she jumps him from behind, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood it only causes him to fall harder. Deep down inside Hangman knew Y/n cared, that she did indeed have a soul and he would do anything to find it. Everyone told him this was a bad idea. It was obvious that Y/n had mental issues and was ‘broken’ but Adam didn’t care. He wanted to fix her. He would stop at nothing to reach the dark side of the moon, which in this case was the light side of Y/n’s heart. Who knows maybe he would end up saving her life or better, they’d save each others. ❤️🔥💎
Blood is beautiful: Y/n becomes conserned about Adam during his suspension so she goes to check up on him. What she doesn't expect is to find a mad man who will end up confessing his true feelings for her ✉️❤️🔥💎
Runaway Runaway: After Blood and Guts all Adam wants to do for this birthday is run away, run somewhere far away where it can just be the two of you forever. Happy and content. Safe and sound. Far away from Swerve and The Elite.
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Runaway Runaway
Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader
An: This is a scuedlued post that hopefully posts on Hangmans birthday! By the time this is up I will be at home recovering from Jaw Surgery. Since it is my love's birthday I decided to write a little fic since I'm waiting for them to call me for my surgery lol. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: After Blood and Guts all Adam wants to do for this birthday is run away, run somewhere far away where it can just be the two of you forever. Happy and content. Safe and sound. Far away from Swerve and The Elite
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I anticipated this year's Blood and Guts to be gruesome. I expected my cowboy to be a blood mess by the end of it. I expected to clean his wounds and kiss his scars. I knew how unforgiving the cage was. Last year’s match was one for the ages. I knew his history with Swerve, I saw it all first hand. So when my cowboy returned without a scratch I was confused. The blood on his body for once was not his. I examined him backstage and cringed at the staple in his cheek. “Why the face, your gorgeous face” I told him as I examined the metal stuck within his flesh. I had removed dozens of staples from his body over the years but this one felt different. I carefully removed the staple and checked the rest of his body for any other wounds or potential injuries.
That night was silent. Hangman didn’t say a word until we got into bed. I knew he had something on his mind but wanted him to tell me when he was ready. My head rested on his chest as he traced delicate shapes on my exposed skin. “What did you think about tonight?” he asked with no expression in his voice. “Do you want me to be honest with you?” I asked him nervously. “Yes, you are my wife. You have to be honest with me Doll” “I’m not your wife yet” I told him playfully. “I already asked you to marry me and you said yes. To me we are already husband and wife” I couldn't help but blush at his comments. “So tell me, what did you honestly think about blood and guts? I know you have something to say” I was nervous. I found myself disappointed about this year's match, I didn’t think there was enough blood or guts. “Now Adam, I don’t want you to take any of this the wrong way and be offended or anything but I was honestly a bit disappointed” “I had a feeling you would say that” “Now don’t get me wrong, I am happy no one got hurt and beyond gratefully I didn’t have to spend the night stitching you up but it just didn’t feel like blood and guts to me. Maybe it’s because I can’t stand Max Caster but I thought team AEW could have been better. I would have picked other people, removed the acclaimed from the match. They aren't hard core wrestlers. Now I am so happy Darby didn’t do anything stupid. I was most worried about him. I didn’t want to do CPR on him again or remove hundreds of shards of glass from his body. My only real criticism is that I wish I could have seen more of you.” “I didn’t even want to do the stupid match in the first place. I just wanted to beat up Swerve” “I’m still in shock that Matthew and Nicholas threatened to fire you. They caused you your revenge. You had Swerve where you wanted him and you were forced to give it up”
“I know I started this whole conversation but I really don’t want to talk about Swerve or The Elite right now” “Your birthday is in a few days. Is there anything special you want to do to celebrate?” “This year for my birthday I want to go away. I want to leave, go somewhere far away where it can be just the two of us. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no contact from the outside world. We can have a farm, you can finally get that big garden you always wanted. We won’t have to worry about anything or anyone. What I really want is to start a family with you. I want to be there for you, I want to protect you and our kids. The unfortunate thing is that none of this can happen until I get my hands on Swerve. I refuse to bring children in this world when there are monsters out there in the world like Swerve. I won’t rest until he’s underground and only then can I settle down.”
I really didn’t know what to say. I know how personal this had become between Swerve and Adam but to go as far as murder? “He has to pay darlin, he has to pay for what he did to you. They might have forgotten but I haven’t. I spend everyday thinking to myself how I could have stopped it. How if I was fast enough he wouldn't have taken you from me. That night I died. Life meant nothing to me if I didn’t have you with me. Now darling, I hope you forgive me for what I do but understand that it has to be done. He has to pay.”
“No matter what happens, I won’t leave your side”
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