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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Short and Sweet…Again 🙃

Another short Hangman story 🤷🏻‍♀️ Let me get outta my feels and get back to writing my requested story 😂🫣

Word count: 658 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @cowboyshit

Disclaimers: None 🙂

A simple yet intimate task brings the smile back to your cowboy’s face…

“Hey,” you whispered from the doorway of the bathroom. Adam was standing at the sink with his hands on the counter and his head hung low. “Hey,” he murmured as he met your eyes in the mirror. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind making his body melt against yours. “Wanna talk about it?” you offered, but Adam only shook his head no. It had almost been a week since he lost his title match at Revolution, the psychical aches had gotten better, but the mental ones still remained. It pained you seeing him like this, and knowing there wasn’t much you could do for him didn’t help either. You could only be patient and be there for him whenever he was ready to talk.

He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his razor and shaving cream, placing them both on the counter so he could wet his face. He dabbed away the excess water while you walked around and stood in front of him, offering your assistance, “Here, let me help. Tell me where you want the shaving cream,” Adam didn’t protest because this simple, yet intimate act was something both of you enjoyed. You loved pampering him by taking over this step in his routine, being a whisper away from him and taking your time to make sure you don’t nick him. He loved watching you concentrate and being so gentle, which was something not a lot of people were with him. He’d be the first to tell you and anyone else that asks that you give him a closer and better shave than he does!

The white foam expanded in your hands as you rubbed them together and scooted onto the counter so you could sit. “Okay cowboy, where do you want it?” you asked while wiggling your fingers in the air. Adam pointed to his neck and his cheeks, and you began applying the shaving cream to the desired areas. “I’ll trim the rest with the electric razor in a day or two. I need to let it catch up with my mustache,” he mentioned with a hint of a smile. You smiled back and nodded your head while wiping the excess shaving cream on a towel before picking up the razor. You started running it over his skin, focusing on the amount of pressure you were applying and making sure to get every last bit of stubble. Every so often when you would rinse the razor off in the sink, you snuck in an adoring glance at the handsome man in front of you, reveling in the way he would look back at you just the same.

Adam appeared to be more relaxed than when you first walked into the bathroom, his smiles finally started to reach his eyes. With one last swipe of the razor on his cheek, you finished up and rinsed it off one last time. You ran your fingers over the areas you had shaved to check for any missed spots, but it was all smooth. “All done, handsome,” you said sweetly. Before you could wipe his face off, Adam leaned forward and kissed you, making you chuckle. Your cheeks and chin had remnants of shaving cream on them, and your laughter intertwined together filling the bathroom the more he kissed you! “There’s that smile I love so much,” you pointed out, which only made him smile more. Adam wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly and it felt like all tension had left his body. “Thank you,” he whispered into your hair. “For what?” you asked. “For helping me shave, and for allowing me to feel what I needed to these last few days. I know I’m not always easy to deal with when I get in my moods, but it means so much to me that you’ve stayed by my side through everything.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Adam.”

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plentyoffandoms · 7 months

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Day 15: Group Sex 🎃

The Young Bucks, more Matt and Adam x f/Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Group sex. Double Penetration. Oral (m receiving) Anal. Cum swallowing. Unprotected sex.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Photo found online

Stephen - Adam Page

WC: 583

"Fuckin' hell."

"Shit, so good."

"Gonna cum soon, fuck!"

The sound of the three men muttering amongst themselves as each one slid into a hole. Matt's hips were flushed against her ass, as Stephen was below the two of them, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling of her pussh fluttering around his cock.

Nick was standing to the side of the bed, his hands gripping her hair into a makeshift ponytail as he moved her head up and down his cock, making her gag each and every single time his cock hit the back of her throat.

Matt slowly pulled out and slammed back into her ass, making her squeal around Nick's cock.

He was already close, after already going down on her, and now she is moaning, squealing and gagging around his cock as the other two started to fuck her.

"Shit!" Nick cried out, his hand gripping the back of her head still, the other one holding the base of his cock as he came in her mouth.

Nick pulled out of her mouth and groaned as he saw her swallow his load. She opened her mouth to show it was all gone.

Her focus was pulled away by Matt, who pulled her head back so he would look down at her. Nick took that his cue to go and sit in the corner, wait for his cock to get hard again.

Matt was gripping the side of her head as he fucked into her ass harder and faster. Her mouth was hanging open, and he took that opportunity to shove two fingers in her mouth.

"Gonna cum down your throat just like my brother did. Do you want that?" She couldn't answer with the fingers still in her mouth, but Stephen felt her pussy tightened as he thrust up into her.

"She wants it. Maybe you want to suck both of us off at the same time." Matt pulled his fingers out of her mouth and slapped her ass as he continued to fuck her tight hole.

She didn't answer. Too overcome at the feeling of being stuffed with their two cocks. She was brought back down to reality when she felt a slap on her cheek. She looked down at Stephen. "I asked you a question."

She was about to answer, but Stephen planted his feet firmly on the mattress and fucked up into her, and she let out a scream.

It was all too much. Her body started to shake as she could feel the start of a very intense orgasm.

She cried out their names until her voice became hoarse.

The two men fucked her through her orgasm and her next one as well.

They both suddenly pulled out of her and pushed her onto the ground. Matt and Stephen standing over top of her, each one jerking their own cock off above her, as she sat on her knees, her mouth open.

Matt groaned out her name as he came first, mostly on her face, but a few drops got down her throat before he shoved his cock down her throat, and finished in her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around the head of Stephen's cock as he too growled out her name.

She quickly swallowed his load, making sure not to miss a drop.

As the two men were catching their breaths, she felt someone stand behind her. She looked up and she saw Nick smiling down at her, his cock hard.

"My turn."

Day 14: Fisting - Wardlow ● Day 16: Bath/Shower Sex- Hook

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Cowboy Take Me Away

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Slight Smut

Word count: 855

Summary: Your boyfriend takes you on your dream date and does everything he can to make it a dream come true.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: @rubyred1980 — I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request here!

A/N: This is short and sweet and yes, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to name this after The Dixie Chicks song. Here’s the song if you wanna listen! I always think of our sweet cowboy when I hear it.

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Tonight was such a great night: dinner, star gazing, and you managed to sucker your boyfriend Adam into slow dancing with you under the stars. Adam just couldn’t say no to you despite claiming he was a horrendous dancer which you always disagreed because he was actually pretty good, in your opinion.

Adam went all out for this date, making sure he packed the thickest blanket and comfiest pillows he owned. The destination was an empty field essentially in the middle of nowhere, far enough away to see the beautiful night sky and shining stars along with the glowing moon that provided the only light the two of you needed. After parking, Adam instructed for you stay put while he fixed up the bed of his truck with the blanket and pillows, once done he opened your door and helped you out, leading you around to the back of the truck. When you saw what he had done, you heart melted, you always wanted to go on this kind of date and apparently Adam had the same idea.

The two of you laid cuddled up on the blanket and pillows, looking at the different constellations and Adam placing a soft but loving kiss to your head. You couldn’t suppress the smile that made its way to your lips as you snuggled further into your boyfriend’s chest. This was hands down the best date you’ve ever been on.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally propped up on your elbow and noticed how peaceful Adam looked, the moonlight bringing a glow to his skin and the relaxed state his body was in. “You look so handsome in the moonlight.” You told him, breaking the silence of the night. You didn’t miss the blush creeping up on his cheeks. He always blushed when you complimented him. “You’re blushing…. It’s cute.” You grinned, leaning down to gently kiss his lips.

The gentle kiss gradually turned more and more heated. Adam carefully rolled the two of you over, he grinned looking down at you underneath him. “You’re gonna be the death me, you know that?”

It was your turn to blush. “Oh hush!” You playfully swatted at his chest.

Adam took in your appearance in the moonlight, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Those gorgeous eyes of yours always shined but he noticed they seemed to shine brighter when he was around. And that smile of yours made him vow to himself that he would do everything he could to make sure that breathtaking smile never left your lips.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?” You teased, slipping your arms around his neck.

Your teasing brought him back to the present day. Adam just grinned, “If my girl wants a kiss then that’s what she’ll get.” Adam let’s you pull his head down, lips meeting yours. He always loved your kisses, so sweet yet so addicting causing him forget where he was more often than not.

Your fingers toyed with his gorgeous, golden locks. You never wanted these kisses to end because in those moments you were in heaven, not a care in the world other than to kiss him with all you had and take care of him just the way he liked.

Adam’s lips left your mouth and traveled down your neck and over to your shoulder. You closed your eyes as his lips trailed down your neck and to your shoulder, fully enjoying every moment. You felt one of Adam’s hands slide up one of your legs. You knew where their destination was and you were not about to stop him.

Adam, ever the gentleman, didn’t let his hand go too far up your leg, stopping to gently squeeze your thigh. He stopped kissing your upper body just long enough to whisper, “How far do you wanna go tonight, darlin’?”

You loved that about him, always checking in with you and making sure you’re both on the same page and that you’re alright. He never wanted to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do or weren’t comfortable with.

“A night as perfect as this calls for a perfect ending so how about you take me away, cowboy. Closer to heaven above and closer to you.” You grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and began pulling it up higher. You took your other hand and pulled Adam down by the back of his neck, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

Before you knew it, clothes were being tossed about haphazardly.

Once you were completely undressed, Adam sat back on his heels for a few moments, eyes roaming your body, taking in every detail. “You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.” He finally spoke, leaning back down and trailing feather light kisses and touches from your lips to where you needed him the most.

The pair of you spent the remainder of the night together, making the most of what time he had left with you before hitting the road once again.

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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Wrecks You In The Worst Way -- Adam Page --

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author note: this is a repost due to the issues with disappearing in the tags

warnings: smut--18+, fingering, oral sex, dirty talking, dom/sub dynamics, female orgasm, multiple orgasms

word count: 1336

pairing: fem!reader & adam page

summary: smut drabble

tags: @shelickedthebeater

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“Open your legs, sugar.” Adam’s low voice rasped, hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck. Skin you were sure was bruised and marked up with the amount of bites he had peppered across your skin, soothing the sting away with soft kisses. Shivers ran down your spine as your body felt ignited under his hot gaze, warm eyes not leaving you. You whimpered, no choice but to okay his orders. Your legs fell open for him, breath hitched. You already ached between your thighs, desire pooling for him.

All you wanted was him inside of you, soothing away the bite of arousal that he had caused. He had riled you up, teasing and toying with you until you were laying here, hot and wanting him. Desperate for him to sink inside of you, claiming you and reminding you of how good you felt around him.

“Good girl,” he praised, rewarding you by running a rough hand up your bare leg, fingers cupping your inner thigh. “Keep those pretty legs spread wide for me.” He instructed, giving your thigh a rough squeeze.

Shit. You swore the air was being sucked out of the room. It was hard to breath, to think past the way his words you—how good his touch felt against your flushed skin. You felt hot as his intense eyes met yours, the warm and inviting eyes you loved darkened with his lust. His desire. Adam was always handsome, someone you noticed from across the room the night you met. When he was like this? The man was downright sinister. A lethal combination of his sweet side that met a more dominating side.

Your hips involuntarily rocked upwards, searching for any friction that would ease the intense ache you were feeling.

“Uh-oh,” Adam scolded, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip with his teeth. You hissed at the sensation, moan falling from your lips. “None of that, baby.” He used the hand that was on your thigh to press you back down into the mattress. “You wait patiently like a good girl and I promise it will be worth it.” He nipped at your bottom lip once again, soothing the pain away with a soft kiss. “You hear me, sugar?”

“I hear you.”

“Atta girl.” He praised, as you whimpered under his words. A rush of heat licked at you. His words were just as teasing as his touches. You tried to will yourself to wait patiently, just as he instructed. Patience wasn’t your strong suit though. You had earned a few punishments from Adam before because you couldn’t wait. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sugar.” He whispered, sitting back to look at you. His blond curls hung down, damp from the shower he had taken previously. “So wet and needy for me, aren’t you?” He cooed, hand running from thigh to thigh, ignoring the place where you wanted his touch the most. “Are you all achy for me? Do you need me to fill you up?”

“Yes.” You whispered, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets. There was no shame in admitting the truth. He gave you another rewarding grip of your thigh, this time letting his fingers fall closer to your center. It still wasn’t close enough. You whimpered, closing your eyes. It was almost maddening how close he was, without it being enough.

You knew him though. Adam would make you wait until he was satisfied with how patient you were being. Bastard.

He grinned at you, loving the sight of you at his mercy. “So, ask me for it.” He instructed, nothing in his tone indicating that this was a request. “Make sure you say please.” Would you survive this? Survive Adam? The way he taunted and teased you, bringing you both heaven and hell. Pain. Pleasure. Everything in between.

No man had ever spoken to you like this before. You had been dominated a time or two in the past, but nothing like Adam. Nobody compared, and you were sure that nobody ever would. He was made for you, just like you were made for him. Perfectly molded, meant to be.

“Please, Adam.” Your breathy tone rasped out, followed by a mewl. He hummed at that, the sound low and rumbly. He bent down, sucking your nipple between his lips. Your eyes shot open as you gasped, hips wiggling slightly despite his instruction to stay still. When it felt that good, it was damn near impossible not to move.

“Please what, baby?” He teased, mouth switching to the other nipple as his tongue swirled around the pointed peak. “How can I give you something if I don’t know what you want?”

“You do know.”

He chuckled, raising his head up away from your breasts despite your moans of protest. “You’re right, sugar. I know.” He dipped his hand between your legs, dangerously close to your pussy. He was right there—you could almost feel his touch. “I know that your pretty pussy is wet, aching, and feeling unfilled. I know that pretty clit of your must be throbbing, begging to be tasted and touched. I know, baby. I know.”

“Yes,” you hissed, once again unable to stop the rocking of your hips. Luckily for you, he didn’t say anything. You wanted all of that, and if it didn’t happen soon, you might burst. “Fucking hell… Yes. All of that.”

“So, ask me.”

“Adam—"

“Babe,” he started, voice low and demanding. He bent back down, nipping on your nipple, earning a squeak from you. “Be a good girl and ask me for what you want. It’s the only way you are getting any relief tonight. Otherwise, I’ll tie you to this bed and edge you until you are a desperate, teary mess. Until you are begging me for an orgasm—and you won’t get one.” Stern eyes locked on you for a moment as you gulped at his words.

You were already desperate for him. The last thing you wanted was to be denied all night long. Adam was king of edging you as punishment, something you didn’t want to relive tonight. “Fuck me, Adam. Please. Please. Touch me. Taste me. Whatever. Please just make me come.”

He groaned at your words, his grin back on his face. “Good girl,” he praised, your body igniting at his praise. He spread your lips, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Isn’t it better when you listen to me, baby? I want to give you anything you want, especially when you ask so prettily for it.”

He trailed kisses down your body, moving in between your spread legs. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue gently licking your clit. You moaned, heels of your feet digging down into the mattress. Your hands found his hair, grabbing a handful as he lapped at you.

You knew you were probably pulling too hard, but each tug seemed to egg him on. He devoured you, tongue swirling around your clit over and over again. It took minutes for your stomach to tighten, your release right on the horizon.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Adam praised, before giving your clit another lick. “Come for me. Remind me how beautiful my girl is when I make her come.” You moaned, feet pressing into the mattress even more as you came with a loud cry, pulling on his hair even more.

He didn’t stop. Stars pricked at your vision, sensations overwhelming as he continued to lick at you, drawing you closer to another release. It was too much—too fast. “Adam…” you whimpered, trying to pull your hips back away from him.

“None of that, sugar.” He used a large hand to hold you still, trapping your hips under his mouth. “I want you to come again for me.”

“I can’t.”

Adam chuckled against you, the vibrations pushing you closer to your second release. “You can, sugar.” He spoke, inserting two fingers inside of you, curling them.

“Adam—”

“You can, and you fucking will.”

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mystic-story-lover · 5 months

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~ Texas Death ~

Adam Page x Unnamed Female!Reader

Word Count: 1589

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Blood Content Warning, Public Sex, Fingering, Penetration, Oral (Male Receiving),

Type: Fluff & Smut

Summary: Hangman reflects with his girlfriend on his Texas Deathmatch against Swerve

A/n: Okay, I saw this match and instantly knew this was going to be written

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Sometimes, Hangman really pissed her off.

Tonight was AEW’s Full Gear, and her boyfriend was to fight in a Texas Deathmatch. She knew the match was going to be brutal, and she knew that Adam would be taking bumps that made her nervous, but she was also pissed. After promising her that he wouldn’t do anything reckless to get himself hurt, she watched him get glass in his back, fuck around with barbed wire, and play with staples. Out of most things in matches, Hangman knew that was one that grossed her out.

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” His voice came from behind her.

“A million? Two million?” She retorted with questions of her own. “I had to watch one of my best friends take staples to the face. Do you know how gross it is to see staples in another person’s body?”

“It was for the show, and I warned you there would be things you didn’t like in it.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“I thought you meant glass or thumbtacks, not a fucking staple gun.” Her hands flew into the air in exaggeration.

Hangman sighed, knowing she was right. For effect of the show, nobody warned her about the staple gun coming around, especially knowing how much she hated it. There’d been times that seeing them has caused her to become queasy, and he felt bad for the lack of warning. Jogging to catch up with her, Hangman let out a breath, hoping he could make it up to her. Once he’d caught up with her, the cowboy reached out for her wrist, catching it in his palm. Using the opportunity, he spun her around, giving her a chance to look at him. Hell, he’d drop to his knees in front of her if that’s what it took for her.

With wide eyes, she sucked in a breath, taking the time to truly look at him everywhere. She noticed the way the dried blood lingered on his body, but any cuts were cleaned up already. Her hand shook as she reached out for him, and he grabbed it with one of his own, bringing it to his chest.

“You’re still bloody,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t get it, why are you still covered in blood?”

“Because Darlin’, I didn’t care about cleaning myself up until I checked on you. You were right, I should’ve told you about the staple spots.” He spoke gently, still holding her hand.

“I don’t know what to say.” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad to see you smile.” A smile came on his face as he answered her.

Her actions were wordless, but they held a tension that the blonde didn’t expect to come from this. As her finger slipped under his chin, he looked at her eyes, and he noticed they were darker than normal. Using the resting finger, she brought Hangman’s face down to her level, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The small smile turned into a cocky smirk when she leaned up to kiss him, which he reciprocated.

“Darlin’, what are you doing?” He panted out, pulling away from her lips the slightest bit.

“All I’m doing is kissing you.” Her voice came with an innocent tone, but he knew by the look in her eyes that her thoughts were far from.

“You really want to do this at work?” Another kiss from her sealed the answer he needed, and he backed her into a wall.

The two weren’t far from his dressing room, but she knew that he was still sharing it with the rest of The Elite, leaving it useless to them. Thankfully, they were in a dark hallway, one that was barricaded from most sights by wooden crates. There was only one way to see down the hall, and that was to come up right next to the boxes, meaning they’d be hidden with ease.

“Didn’t think I’d be getting this treatment tonight.” Hangman let out a little chuckle as he moved his feverish kisses to her jaw. She leaned her head back against the wall, welcoming the feeling of his lips on her body.

“Neither did I,” a moan escaped her when his lips connected with her sweet spot. When his teeth contacted the flesh, a whimper followed his action. “Seeing you the way you are, I changed my mind.”

“No complaints here.” He whispered below her ear, bringing his lips back up her neck.

“Hangy, please, I need you.” She moaned out, panting as she leaned her head back in pleasure.

Following her needs, the cowboy backed away, giving him the ability to turn her around. While her hands collided with the wall, he pressed himself right against her, allowing her to feel his cock through his gear. To not waste any extra time, he quickly tugged her leggings down, her lace underwear coming off at the same time.

“Touch yourself for me baby.” He grunted, palming her ass in the process.

She did as he told her, bringing one hand off the wall and letting it fall to her pussy. Small silent whimpers fell from her lips as her fingers met her clit. Adam listened to her gasp as she slipped two fingers into her entrance, and he lowered himself to a squatting position so he could watch her. He’d always admired the sight of her completely at his will, following everything he told her to do, no matter how badly she wanted his hands on her. Tonight, he wouldn’t make her wait long, as he stood upright again, he began to unbuckle his belt. He listened as she continued to pant, his rock-hard cock only becoming painful while restrained. Still reeling from the pleasure between her legs, she listened as the sound of a zipper interrupted the moans she let out. The following sound of fabric falling only increased the slickness at her core, and she released a louder moan as his hand encountered her ass.

“Take your fingers out Darlin.” He spoke, kissing her left shoulder blade. Again, she did as he told, removing her fingers and bringing the hand back up. “Taste yourself babe.”

Following instructions again, she took both fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. A muffled moan came from her as she could taste herself. A grunt of approval came from the taller man behind her, and he placed his lips on her middle upper back as he spread her legs a little farther with his foot. Using the extra room, one of his large hands that rested on her ass now found its way to her hip, allowing him to hold her steady as he began to slide inside of her.

“Fuck, Darlin’, you feel so good taking me in.” Hangman grunted, and she moaned at the feeling.

Allowing her the time to adjust, he gave a few sloppy and gentle thrusts. When she started moving against him, he knew that he would be able to move faster. With his free hand, Adam reached for her long locks of hair, wrapping them around into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled her back against him. Whilst the point was to stay hidden in the darkness of the hallway, the smack-smack-smack of their bodies connecting could be heard from down the hall.

“Shit, that feels so good.” Her pants were quicker than they’d been before, the result of him lifting one of her legs, giving him a new angle.

“Fuck, I know baby. Want to make you feel good.” He grunted, biting her earlobe after his words.

No longer able to control the volume of her moans, she bit her lip, an attempt that failed. The pleasure that she felt became too much, and she couldn’t keep silent anymore.

“Adam, oh right there. Please Adam.” She begged, a whining tone following her.

“Please what Darlin’?” His question was cocky, and they both knew it.

“Touch me, please, I’m so close.” Another loud moan followed as Adam’s lips met the spot where her shoulder and neck meet.

“My hands are already on you baby.” He chuckled when he groaned. “Let me hear you scream my name when you come baby.” He whispered in her ear, nose snuggled into the side of her head as his fingers slid down to her clit.

The feeling of his breath on her ear followed with his skillful fingers playing with her bundle of nerves nearly sent her over the edge, and Hangman felt her clench around him. The thing that sent her over however was when his teeth bit into her earlobe, and his free hand spanked her at the same time. She clenched around him, squirming against him, and he heard her screaming his name.

“Fuck, baby, I need you on your knees. Want to come in your mouth.” He grunted, pulling out of her swiftly. As soon as her knees connected with the cool tile, his hands formed her hair into another pony. Thrusting quickly, he took control of her throat, and she relaxed it to take him farther in. She felt the way his hips stuttered, along with the hot ropes of cum as he finished in her mouth.

“Shit, that was hot.” He whispered, and she nodded along.

“Yeah, except for us who heard it down the hall from you two!” Adam Cole called from the Elite’s locker room, and the couple laughed.

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Drunk Arugments

Pairing: Adam Page x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2,168

Summary: Adam drinks too much and it causes arguments and hurtful things to be said.

A/N: I was originally gonna do this for Dean/Jon Moxley, but I don't feel like he would drink beer like Adam does. Hope You Enjoy!

You paced around back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. You haven't heard from your husband, Adam since this morning. He was telling you how he was gonna have a promo with Jon and all the work stuff and said he would call you back. Well, news flash! He didn't call you back.

His friends from Dark Order were supposed to be taking him home, but no one's car has yet been pulled in the driveway. You tried texting John, Alex, and Evil Uno, but they haven't responded. You bit your nails looking out the window, until a phone call made you rush to the living room. It was, Alex. You picked it up fast, answering.

"Hey Alex, where is Adam?" You could hear music in the background, yelling, and singing. "Yeah, Y/n? Could you come get Adam?" You got up, going to put a jacket on and grab your car keys. "Where are y'all?"

Alex sighed knowing you would be mad. "The bar." You rolled your eyes, huffing. Of course, he was at the bar, after you told him specifically, not to go, until after his match. It does nothing, but work him up even more. "Alright, thanks Alex. I'm coming." Was all you said, before starting the car and driving off.

As you pulled up, lights were blaring, music was loud, it was so loud that you could hear it down the street. Sighing, you unbuckle your seatbelt and make your way inside. You saw many people dancing and singing everywhere, the only one that caught your eye was Adam.

He had at least 6 cups of drinks empty around him. The boy kept telling him to stop and tried prying the drink out his hand. You walked over and tapped Adam's shoulder. "Adam Page, you put that drink down right now!" The Dark Order members sighed in relief seeing you here to stop him.

Adam turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who the fuck are you?" You were taken back by his tone. He never cursed like this before. "Come on Adam, I'm gonna take you home." He didn't protest, but came with you anyway. You said your goodbyes to the members before driving off him. Adam didn't say anything, but talked about how he needed more drinks, to which you ignored.

You pulled in the driveway of your house and opened his door to help him out, but he pushed your hand away. "Get off me." You ignored his demand, still trying to grab his arm. He pushed you back, making you stumble. "Get the fuck off me." He walked in the house, leaving you shocked.

There was no way in hell, you were gonna let him talk to you like that.

Angrily, you walked in, following after him. "Adam, watch who you're talking to." He scoffed, grabbing another beer from the fridge. "Oh, no you don't!" You grabbed the drink out his hand, setting it on the counter. "Give it back!" You shielded the drink by shaking your head. "Adam, you've had enough!" Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "What are you, my Mom? Just give me the damn drink, Y/n."

You once again denied his request. "I'm your wife, Adam and I'm supposed to look after you." You watched as he took his shoes and shirt off. "You're always nagging at me all the time, just give me what I want." You took a deep breath, trying to control your anger.

"Adam, I don't want to argue with you. Please, let's just get ready for bed." He looked at you like you were crazy. "No, I'm tired of you not letting me drink! You're not the one who has to fight that son of a bitch, Jon!" The sudden yelling made you jump. "Adam you need to be patient-" Adam cut you off, slamming his fist down.

"I don't need you! I don't need you to tell me what to do. I know what I'm doing." Your body stopped as you heard what he said. 'I don't need you!' You wanted nothing more than to slap him and tell him to fuck off, but this was your husband. You love him even though he's claiming he doesn't need you.

"Well, if you don't need me, what will happen if I leave? Who will put up with your shit like I do?!" You said, finally letting out your anger. Adam thought about it for a moment before saying a stupid response. "It doesn't matter if you're here or not because I can find someone way better. Someone who won't nag me constantly and someone way hotter."

The tears threatened to fall as he said all the harsh words. "Maybe I can go back to that girl, Addison. I know she won't nag me and she'll let me drink as much as I want." He sang. The tears dropped as he compared you to his ex. "You're a real asshole, Adam! Call me when you see you need me!" You snatched the car keys and left, not caring about your clothes or anything.

Adam didn't think to care about anything, but drinking. He sat happily on the couch watching movies and drinking his beers.

You, on the other hand, drove to your sister's house, who offered to let you stay as long as you wanted.

Let's see how long Adam can last.

The morning Adam woke up, he had a huge headache. He looked around the room and noticed you gone. He looked at the nightstand and saw no pills or a glass of water. Something wasn't right. You weren't here and he doesn't remember you saying anything about work.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen. "Y/n?" It was as empty as his bed this morning. He noticed all your stuff was here except the car. As he walked in the living room, he saw empty bottles of beer on the coffee table. It was like a ton of bricks hit his head as he remembered what happened the night before. All the things he said, everything he did, and when you let came to his mind.

He felt bad, but at the same time he could drink. No, drinking is what got him in the situation. Getting ready, he walked outside to see the car gone. He called Alex to come pick him up and asked him for advice. "Hey man, what's up? Are you feeling better?" Adam sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Man, I fucked up bad." Alex took notice of how nervous and confused Adam sounded. "What happened?"

Adam told Alex what happened and what he said the previous night. "You're an idiot, Man. You're lucky she's giving you another chance. If I said that to my wife, I would be divorced!" Adam didn't want to think about you and him getting a divorce. "Don't say that please. Just driving Alex did what was told and drove him to the arena.

Tonight Adam had a match against some random jobber on Dark and all that was on his mind was, You. He couldn't get you out of his mind. Everyone could tell, he was out of it. He would zone out when someone is talking to him, he would check his phone every 5 minutes, and his knee would bounce up and down. He was worried about his relationship.

"Adam! You're up!" Adam's thoughts were interrupted when a Staff Member called him. He slowly walked out, not high, giving any fans nor smiling. He was upset and he wasn't gonna pretend that everything was okay. Especially when it was about you. He did his match slowly as he botched his moves. He was slow and always in though.

His mind was somewhere else. Taz and Excalibur would point that out, even fans started recording and posting it to twitter on how stuck he was.

You watched from your sister's house as you saw him. He's never acted like this even when y'all had arguments, but you would never leave. You meant so much to him that if you left him, you would ruin his career and part of you felt bad, but when you think back to his words, there is no way he didn't mean it.

Adam came home to a dark, cold, empty house. Sighing, he looked around. The house was a mess. Beer bottles everywhere in the living room, kitchen sinking full of dishes, and clothes all on the floor in your shared bedroom. The whole house was dirty. Adam put his bag down and began cleaning. In the end, the only thing he could clean was the beer bottles and wash the dishes.

Embarrassingly, he didn't know how to work the washing machine or he didn't know what products to clean the bathroom with, so he left it there. It was now dinner time and it was a hassle, trying to find what to eat. There were many options, but you were the one to cook 'em and he never paid attention because of the beer. He just grabbed a beer and drank it before falling asleep. He can't live like this anymore. He needed you.

2 Weeks Later

The following days came again. He did everything the same except, he didn't have a match, so that gave him time to plan. He secretly got help. He talked to a therapist and told her about his drinking problems and how it's gonna make him lose his family. His goal was to finish the therapy, but he took an extra week.

He wanted to change and get right for you and after many thoughts, he decided he was ready. He called you and asked you to come home, to which you agreed. It was kind of awkward to hear him sound so calm after almost a month of not talking.

When you came home, you were met with a clean looking Adam. "Hey, please come in." He took your jacket off and keys, put it in the bowl before returning back to you. You saw the dining table set, with a candle set in the middle and food on a plate. You took a moment to look around the house and saw it was clean.

Adam pulled the chair out for you and sat in his. You two began digging in your food and sipping on your drink. "So, how have you been?" Adam asked, making eye contact with you. "It's been, okay. I just babysat my sister's kids, so that was fun." You shrugged your shoulders, knowing it wasn't anything special.

Adam, put his fork down, making a clatter noise known. "Look, Y/n. I don't wanna beat around the bush, at the things I said that night. I know I was wrong and the truth is, that I do need you. I need you to look after me and tell me to stop drinking, I need you to be here to clean the house and make sure we are living from your delicious food, I need you to love and care for me everyday, I just need you to be my wife and I'm really sorry for the things I said. If I could go back in time and stop myself from saying what I did, I would go in a heartbeat." Adam took a breath, finishing his speech.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Adam held his hand up. "Wait, I'm not done. I just-" You didn't listen to him, still talking. "Adam. That's all I wanted to hear you say. I wanted you to tell me you need me." You got up and hugged him, taking in the scent you haven't smelled for almost a month.

Adam held you tightly, fearing that you'll leave him again. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he apologized. He never wanted to make you feel like you weren't enough, he wanted to do the opposite actually, but after that night, he lost it.

"And I'm sorry about the whole ex-girlfriend reference. She's nothing compared to you." You then pulled back and noticed the tears coming out of his eyes. "Hey, it's alright, I forgive you. It was the past." You wiped his tears and for the first time in a month, you kissed him. The kiss was full of lots of emotions following up the argument.

You rested your foreheads against each other and looked in both of his eyes. "I talked to a therapist and she told me to slow down on my drinking, so I'm limiting myself for every week I can only have 2."

You were surprised that he actually did it, but you believe him. "I love you." You kissed his lips once more. "I love you too. Now let's go sit down and finish this dinner so we can cuddle and watch a movie!"

Adam couldn't be happier and all he knew is there would be no more drunk arguments.

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Just Say It

Pairing: Adam Page x Reader Prompt: "I'm pregnant."

This had gotten out of hand. You had one of your first doctor's appointments coming up, which you knew Adam would want to go to, but you hadn't let him know that you were even pregnant yet. You meant to tell him nearly a month ago when you found out, but then he had gotten concussed and been so focused on getting better and back in the ring. Your pregnancy seemed like something that would distract him, and so you used that as an excuse to not talk to him. Now though, he was back and decided that to celebrate, he was taking you out for a nice dinner.

It was a shame how difficult of a time you were having relaxing and enjoying yourself at dinner. Adam had been repeating himself several times throughout the meal because you just couldn't keep any concentration. Your mind kept drifting back to whether or not he would be happy about this or not. His career hadn't come up as a conversation topic, but it had been agreed upon early on that he would step back to help raise any children the two of you had, whether you ever decided to get married or not. You didn't want to have to ask him to step back or make him think that he had to, so telling him had become quite the daunting task for you.

"So, what's been on your mind all night?" Adam asked as the two of you walked along the driveway back to his house. You had yet to officially move in, but it was feeling more like home than your own place that was maybe 35 minutes away. "And don't try telling me that it's nothing because I know better than that."

"There's been a lot on my mind, both personal and not I guess. I'm really glad that you're better now though," you told him. Adam nodded, despite the slightly confused look on his face. The two of you kept walking in silence for a couple more moments before Adam stopped you.

"I know it's scary to think that I could get hurt again," Adam said. You hadn't thought about him getting hurt again. You had only been afraid of telling him about your pregnancy. You didn't know whether or not you'd be able to handle taking care of both Adam and a baby. Your face paled and Adam quickly realized that he had made a mistake. "It's just a possibility, not a guarantee. Everybody's good and careful. I've told Tony I don't want to work with anyone reckless, that I just won't."

"That's not it. Well, that wasn't it, but now it might be. Honestly, I should just come out and say it, like I should have like a month ago, but sometimes saying things is hard. Well, saying the important things are hard." You took a deep breath and continued, "I'm pregnant."

"W-what?" Adam stammered. You could see the information immediately registering and the reaction of shock written all over his face. He took a step back and sat down, running his hands over his face and through his hair. You stood there across from him, terrified that he would tell you he was leaving you. That fear only intensified whenever you heard Adam crying quietly into his hands.

"Adam?" you asked. He tried to calm himself down, but there were still tears in his eyes when he looked up at you. "This isn't the end of the world."

"Of course it's not. This is great. I didn't know when to bring it up before, but I've been thinking a lot about the things that are important to me. I can't tell you how happy this makes me, that we're already starting on our family together. There's nobody else in the world I could think to do this with except for you," Adam told you. He stood up and pulled you into a hug, quietly muttering apologies for scaring you. You began to relax a lot more about this, knowing that Adam would be a great father and potential husband one day.

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omegahime · 2 years

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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Cockwarm headcanons for Hangman Page please 🤞

another god tier concept for hangy <3

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• headcannon — cockwarming — hangman adam page •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, cockwarming

{ word count } — 268

{ genre } — smut

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the act would be far more intimate that most would think.

he’d have you propped on his lap or either cuddling you from behind

the sweet scent of sex still lingering in the air

his seed buried deep inside your warmth

your head would be resting upon his chest or in the crook of his neck

his arms wrapped protectively around your waist, hands most likely playing with your hair.

the both of you are purely content.

just relishing the warmth of each other’s bodies.

his cock filling your void, your hips would give a slow swirl as you would adjust yourself on his size

he’d smile down at you fondly, just pure adoration across his handsome features.

he was completely enamoured and captivated by you and your beauty.

sleep would follow soon after, most likely you first, mind and body completely full with such love for him

it would be a common occurrence, most nights than not.

he just adores the sensation, and he knows you did just as much as he.

maybe even more than him.

it would not just occur within the confined walls of your home

sometimes after a particularly strenuous match, he’d simply have you sit on his cock

no sex, just enjoying the comfortable warmth of your cunt

sometimes he’s neediness for the act have gotten the two of you into trouble

poor john silver had caught the two of you more times than once in the dark order clubhouse

you could not tell who was more embarrassed, him or yourself.

although it never really seemed to bother the cowboy too much

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heartmix · 2 years

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Had Me At Heads Carolina- Adam Page

Pairing: "Hangman" Adam Page x fem!reader

Word Count: 800+

Warning: drinking, that might be it?

A/N: I am so fucking obsessed with this song. I should thank it for getting me out of the writers' block I had all summer. I also had an idea to do Adam's pov of these events.

*Based on She had me at Heads Carolina by Cole Swindell and Heads Carolina, Tails California by Jo De Messina*

Masterlist / Wrestling Masterlist

Who didn't love karaoke? Who didn't love going to the bar and drinking? Who didn't love going to a good country bar to do both of those things? Country bars are like no other. The atmosphere was never dull whether you were line dancing to "fake ID" or belting your heart out to "before he cheats".

Tonight was different. No one in your friend group had any breakups or any recent boyfriend/girlfriend troubles. It was a fun carefree night to celebrate the well-deserved weekend ahead. It seemed like everyone at the bar was doing the same thing seeing no one drowning in their sorrows so far. Friday night was in full force.

Nodding to the bartender, who was a familiar face, to start your tab and your first round as she greeted you guys with a big smile. Taking your seat at the middle of the bar someone was already belting out a Luke Bryan song making you immediately smile. Drunk karaoke was starting early for some people.

"Here you go my darlings. I put you down on the next two." Jo, the bartender gave us our beers and shots with a smile as we all thanked her.

"What's it going to be tonight?" Your best friend asked for your song choice after we took our first sips.

"I'm in the mood for some 90s country." You hummed which didn't really surprise her.

"Can't wait to see that."

Everyone in here was a regular. You could name every single person drunk and with your eyes closed. Those who weren't regulars stuck out like a sore thumb. The group in the far corner booth was a prime example. Although they were tucked away quietly, their clothing and behavior gave it away. All of them stood out except for one.

His denim and boots were a dead giveaway that he wasn't new to the scene. His friend's gym shirts and sneakers were a dead give away they were new. His whiskey compared to his friend's waters and one with a beer intrigued you. You were snapped out of your observing state with your name being called to the stage.

The stage wasn't big but it for sure wasn't small. It was big enough to fit a small band that usually played during the weekdays. The whole bar could see the stage no matter where they were. Smirking as you went on stage, every familiar face cheered for you making any nerves you had, go away. Not like you haven't done this before.

"I'm in a 90's mood. Nothing new for this place." You said into the mic as the crowd cheered in anticipation to see what song you picked.

Baby, what do you say we just get lost

Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause

I've got people in Boston, ain't your daddy still in Des Moines

We can pack up tomorrow, tonight let's flip a coin

The first line got everyone in the mood. Who doesn't love some Jo Dee Messina? All eyes were on the stage, even the people in the booths looked your way. Everyone on the dance floor, and around the stage was dancing which let you know that the right song was chosen.

Heads Carolina, tails California

Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer

Up in the mountains, down by the ocean

Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'

Somewhere together, I got a quarter

Heads Carolina, tails California

The song ended with a bunch of cheers and screaming as others were singing along with you. Getting off the stage you had a fresh beer waiting for you courtesy of Jo. All your friends cheered and teased acting as if you were the most famous person here. As you hushed them, from the corner of your eye you felt someone slide into the empty seat to the right of you.

"You had me at heads Caroline." The voice from that said person commented making you look over in curiosity as the voice was recognizable.

To your surprise, it was the same guy you were observing earlier. The one with the nice boots and one of the best brands of whiskey this bar carries. He was the last person you expected to be saying that to you. With him being closer and in better light you got more of a good look at him. Brown curly hair, beard well-groomed, eyes kind and genuine. Something you normally don't find in bars.

"Oh did I now?" You asked in amusement.

"More like, baby, what do you say we just get lost." The words rolled off of his tongue like butter.

Whether it was the little alcohol in your body or the thrill of the karaoke you did just minutes ago, you didn't mind the man's flirting. In fact, you welcomed it with a smile. He was a friendly face despite you only seeing him for the first time not too long ago. The night was different. No heartbreak, no significant other drama, nothing negative, and the man in front of you was quite a good reminder that it was different.

"Hmmh. You had me at heads Carolina."

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For the Both of Us 🧡

Just a sweet story about Hangman 🥰 Not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited about this one 🤭🖤

Word Count: 1,888 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Just a couple of curse words, that's it! 🙂

This story is written from the POV of Hangman Adam Page 🤠

Fiction

Hangman has a very important question to ask Y/N's father...

Today’s the day. I’m going to ask Y/N’s father for his permission to marry her. We haven’t been together for very long, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one! I’ve met all her family, and they seem to like me just fine. Her dad is a different story. He doesn’t like my career choice; he says he doesn’t understand it. He’s been vocal about his dislike for the way I dress and my longer hair, and our opinions and views on things don’t always match up. There is one thing we do have in common though, and that’s our love we have for Y/N.

After sitting in my truck for the last 15 minutes trying to calm my racing heart, I finally put one foot in front of the other and knocked on the front door. Y/N’s mother opened it and greeted me with a smile and a hug. I handed her the wildflowers I had picked on my way over as I crossed the threshold.

I had called her a few days ago to let her in on my plan and she was thrilled! My ear is still ringing a little from the loud shriek she let out. “It’s good to see you, sweetie! Y/N’s dad is about to come in from the fields for lunch if you want to wait with me in the kitchen. I can fix you something to eat too, get you a beer to calm your nerves? Maybe something stronger? I’ll even have one with you!” Y/N’s mother seemed just as nervous as I was with the way she was rambling, but I still appreciated her kindness. She’s who Y/N gets her loving and caring nature from. “I’ll take you up on that beer. Thanks,” I smiled. She opened the two beers and clinked her bottle to mine before we each took a swig.

Sitting and waiting for Y/N’s father was tortuous as the minutes ticked on. I was fidgeting on the barstool and my palms were sweaty. I kept going over what I wanted to say to him in my head while trying to maintain small talk with Y/N’s mother. She gave her best effort trying to soothe my nerves, her words of comfort were making me feel better, “Now I know Y/N’s father can be a bit of a hard ass, but I also know he just wants what’s best for his little girl. I see the way you and Y/N look at each other, how she lights up whenever you walk into a room. She’s completely smitten with you Adam! I’ve never seen her happier than she is with you,” I can’t hide my stupid grin, even when I try to by pressing my beer bottle against my lips. I’ve got it so bad for this girl.

Our casual conversation came to a halt when the back door opened and the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor echoed through the small hallway leading to the kitchen. “Somethin’ sure smells good in here,” Y/N’s father called out. The slight smile he had on his face when he looked at his wife quickly faded when he noticed me sitting at the counter. Y/N’s mother cleared her throat, breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen around the 3 of us, “Hi honey! Your lunch is ready, want me to get it for you? Adam here wanted to have a little chat with you too. He was just telling me all about this week’s wrestling show, weren’t you sweetie?” I smiled and nodded in her direction; my mouth now felt as dry as a desert. With a low groan, Y/N’s father spoke up, “Well, come on son. I don’t have all day; the fields still need tending to and I didn’t set aside much time for a lunch break. Let me wash up real quick and I’ll meet you in the living room,”

The ticking coming from the clock on the mantel was deafening while I sat and twiddled my thumbs on the couch. I practically jumped out of my skin when Y/N’s father made his presence known suddenly, “Let’s get things going, son. What’s on your mind that’s so important you felt the need to interrupt a hard-workin’ man’s lunchtime?” From his tone and the way he plopped down in his favorite recliner, I could already tell he was in no mood for small talk or beating around the bush. I swallowed my nerves and got right to it, “I know time is of the essence for you sir, so I’ll try and make this quick. I came here today to ask for your blessing. I want to ask your daughter to marry me,” My voice came out a lot shakier than I wanted it to. “Y/N is everything to me, and I want nothing more than for her to be my wife. It’s important to her, and to me to have your blessing,”

Y/N’s father seemed to be lost in thought, or possibly avoiding the topic at hand. The stillness in the room threatened to make me insane, but I wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this conversation. I said the first thing that popped in my head next, “Sir, I know you don’t like me much, but I am a good man. I can’t imagine how hard it is to give permission to someone who wants to take something that means the whole world to you away. I work hard and I’m good at what I do. I’m an honorable man and I will strive every day to be everything your daughter needs. I support her dreams, the vision she has for her future. She’s all I’ve ever wanted in a spouse, a best friend. I can’t promise that things will always be easy, but I promise to love her enough for the both of us,”

The man continued to sit in the chair, stiff as a board. I’m convinced he was enjoying making me squirm while I waited for him to show any kind of life. I was just about to excuse myself to leave, but when he eventually spoke up, his words stopped me in my tracks. “Are you sure you’re not proposin’ to me son? Them’s some romantic words you just said to me. You’re shit outta luck if you are cause’ I’ve been happily married for 40 years,” his tone and expression unreadable. “Excuse me?” I asked full of confusion. The laugh he let out came from deep in his belly and only continued to grow as he took in the dumbfounded look I had on my face. When he caught his breath, he decided to put an end to my suffering, “I’m just yanking your chain boy! You’ll have to forgive me for my piss poor joke. It’s not every day I have someone askin’ me for my daughter’s hand in marriage,” He pushed the leg rest down and stood up, still chuckling to himself as he walked over to me. I joined in, laughing nervously as I rose to my feet too. “Before you go on and say somethin’ else, I have somethin’ I want to say too,” he explained. I nodded my head, looking him in the same rich brown eyes that Y/N has and let him say his peace. “I know I give you heck whenever you’re around. It’s just the way this old stubborn farmer is I suppose. You can ask my wife, she’ll confirm just how stubborn and set in my ways I am,”

“I know that’s right!” Y/N’s mother called out from nearby. We both shared a genuine laugh at his expense before he continued, “Y/N is my baby girl, my pride and joy. We’ve had a special bond ever since she was little and sometimes it’s hard for this old man to accept that she’s not so little anymore. I know you’re a good man, son and I know she loves you just as much as you do her. I guess what I’m gettin’ at is, I’ll give you my blessing, but I have a couple of conditions,” His face went back to serious which made me swallow hard and shift on my feet a little bit, but at this point I was about to agree to whatever this man wanted as long as it meant I could marry Y/N. “Okay, sure. What are your conditions?”

“One is, you’re gonna have to explain this wrestling stuff to me again. Help me understand what exactly it is you do. Two is, you’ll talk to Y/N and her mother and convince them to let me wear my boots with whatever get up they’re gonna want me to wear to the wedding. There ain’t no way I’m cramming these size 13’s in a pair of dress shoes,” The relief I felt when he smiled a genuine smile was immediate. All tension felt like it had left the room, and it was as if a new leaf had been turned. I returned his smile, grinning from ear to ear when my brain finally registered what he just said. My words rushed out as happiness washed over me, “Yes sir! I think that can be arranged. You’ve got yourself a deal,”

I extended my hand to him, and he gripped it firmly, shaking it swiftly before pulling me in for a hug. “Well, it’s settled then. I give you my blessing to ask Y/N to marry you. Looks like there’s gonna be a wedding soon!” he sang. Y/N’s mother clapped and cheered as she entered the room, her eyes glossed over with happiness as she embraced me tightly for the second time today. “Oh honey, I’m so happy for you two! Y/N is gonna make the most beautiful bride, and you’ll be the most handsome groom! Oh! Show me the ring sweetie! Please tell me you brought the ring with you!” the excitement in her mother’s voice was contagious, it made Y/N’s father and I laugh at her very animated antics. “It’s uh, actually out in my truck but I’d be happy to go and get it,” I offered. Before she could answer, Y/N’s father spoke up for the last time of the day, “And that son is my cue to get back to the fields. I trust you’ll let us know when you’re planning on popping the question,” “Of course, sir. I’ll keep you guys in the loop,” With a pat on my shoulder and a nod, he made his way back to the kitchen and out the back door. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Y/N would be arriving since she had promised to help her mother with some of the farm chores, so I rushed out to my truck and grabbed the ring box. I opened it and the small diamond sparkled in the sun, causing me to grin at the thought of it doing the same thing once I slide it on my future bride’s finger. When I was finally able to make my leave, I smiled like an idiot the entire drive home. I started to picture Y/N in a fancy white dress walking down the aisle, right to me. I don’t know what I ever did in life to deserve an angel like her, but I’m so damn lucky she’s mine.

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