#hangman adam page angst

[madhatterbri]

Thinkin' About Me | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Adam Page knows the guy you are currently seeing is in trouble with you.

Adam pulled up to the convenience store. He put his truck in park and looked at a picture on his dash. The light in his eyes became dull. It was a picture of the two of you when you were together. His arms around you with his face buried in your neck. You had a smile so bright that it would make the sun jealous. He sighed and made his way towards the convenience store.

As he walked to the front door, you were coming out the door with your new man. Adam could tell it was you immediately.

You laughed at a joke your new boyfriend whispered in your ear. His fingers were laced in yours. He kissed your hand and pulled you towards the car. Out of your peripheral, you saw the familiar curly blonde locks. Your throat tightened, and you forcibly gulped.

With a simple head turn, you saw the man that still held so many pieces of your heart. Your mouth dropped open in shock. Adam stood by the door. He licked his lips and placed his weight on one leg.

"What's wrong?" He heard your new boyfriend ask. Your new toy stared at Adam. He didn't seem threatened, just genuinely confused about how the two of you knew each other.

"Nothing, Harry. He's just a burnt out flame. Let's get out of here," you dismissed the weirdness. Your boyfriend led you to his car. You turned around one last time to look at Adam. He still stood there watching your every move.

The unexpected run in with Adam at the store weighed heavy on your mind. You hadn't expected to run into him so soon. The next few days proved to be hard on you. Any little task that you were used to doing with your new boyfriend brought your mind back to Adam.

Your boyfriend loved to share his drinks with you. Not much of a drinker, you never cared to order one for yourself. One night at the bar, he placed his glass in front of you and told you to drink.

You took a small sip. The familiar taste of Adam's favorite drink made the blood drain from your face. Your mind wandered to all the kisses you received from him with that taste on his lips.

One day, your boyfriend had to pick you up while your shop was at the mechanics. After a rough day, you felt yourself dozing off. Your heavy eyes slowly closed. Behind closed eyes, you saw Adam breathless in front of you. His lips crash on yours. You immediately jump and wake up. Your boyfriend never noticed.

Nights didn't give you any relief from your thoughts and visions of Adam. Your boyfriend was buried between your legs. Your eyes closed, fingers clenched to the sheets. Your lips parted, and your mind wandered.

The brown locks your fingers were in turned blonde. The familiar scent of his cologne danced with your nose. The sheets felt similar to the ones that Adam owned. It felt like you were somewhere else.

"Ad....am," you moaned breathlessly, barely catching yourself what you said. Your eyes shot open. You looked down in fear that he heard what you said. When he didn't bring it up, you allowed your head to rest against the pillow once more. The night is absolutely ruined for you.

Fridays were your date nights with him. It's a little celebration for ending another crazy week. While deciding where to go, he brought up a spot you frequented with Adam. Fearing another run-in with a man that had control over you, you quickly suggested another restaurant.

At the end of the week, you went to the convenience store. You weren't sure why you went to a store so far from your home. Any chance to have an opportunity to see Adam again. You parked your car and went inside the store.

You strolled through the aisles as if you had a reason to be there. After picking up a few snacks that probably wouldn't be eaten, you went to check out the drinks. Minutes passed as you tried to find the perfect drink. Cowboy boots walked towards you and stopped next to you.

"At my convenience store twice in a week. Are you thinkin' about me?" Adam asked roughly. A blush appeared on your cheeks. A smirk appeared on his face. He always told you he would be hard to get rid of.

[midwestmade29]

Collaboration 🤠

Part 2

@madhatterbri and I present to you…part 2 of our collab! Hope you’re all enjoying it so far. The finale is on deck so keep your eyes 👀 out for it 🥰

• You can find @madhatterbri’s masterlist here • My masterlist can be found here

Disclaimers: Cursing, intimidation, threats, unprotected sex, angst. Read at your own discretion.

Word count for part 2: 1,701

GIF credit: @cowboyshit

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

This is 100% pure fiction.

The plot thickens (and possibly gets a little spicy🔥) as the story continues in part 2 😏

You were hardly a virgin, having given away your virtue a long time ago, but there was something about the way Hangman made love to you for the first time that made you feel like you were born again. “Are you alright, love?” he whispered. “If this is too much, please tell me. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” His gentleness made you feel calm, the aura surrounding you both was serene. He cradled your head in his hands as he hovered above you, whispering your name under his breath like a prayer. The way he looked at you full of adoration while he took his time with you was nearly enough to make you come undone. “Adam, I-” was all you could manage to say as another wave of pleasure washed over you. “I know baby, I’m right there with you,” he spoke softly against your neck. The two of you came together, your bodies and souls intertwined as one.

You laid next to Hangman, his finger wrapping around a strand of your hair. The silence between you was comfortable, until the voice in your head started to fill you with self-doubt and lies again. “You think you deserve this kind of happiness? You’re nothing but a toy, a plaything for him to use and throw away now that he’s had his way with you. He’s just going to leave you!” reverberated in your mind until Hangman silenced the noise by pulling you closer and wrapping you in his strong arms. You sighed in relief against his chest, the warmth of his body incredibly comforting. You fell asleep like this and remained tangled with your cowboy for a long while. You were lost in the pleasant dreams until they were interrupted by your phone vibrating on the nightstand. You were happy to see that Hangman was still sleeping peacefully next to you, blissfully unaware of the text messages you just received.

(123) 456-7890: Miss me?

You started to panic when you recognized the familiar phone number on your screen. Swerve. After you broke up you changed your phone number, but you should’ve known he would get ahold of it eventually. Your hands were shaking as you typed out your reply:

(987) 654-3210: How did you get this number?

•••

(123) 456-7890: Let’s not waste time talking about inconsequential details.

•••

(123) 456-7890: I didn’t want you thinking I had forgotten about you in my absence.

•••

(123) 456-7890: Even though you haven’t seen me, I know I’ve still been with you, lurking in the depths of your mind.

•••

(123) 456-7890: Sweet dreams Y/N 😘

You spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.

1 week later:

You still hadn’t told Hangman about the text messages Swerve sent you the week before. Even though they were still haunting you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. Tonight certainly wasn’t the night for a conversation like that since you were out celebrating a friend’s birthday. The evening was filled with laughter and happiness, something that still felt very foreign to you. On the walk to your car, you were both all over each other, your lips never parting. Hangman pinned you up against the brick wall of a random building and his hands roamed wherever they pleased! You only broke apart when a random person cleared their throat as they walked by. Both of you chuckled as you walked the rest of the way to the car.

The second Hangman unlocked the door to the house, your lips found each other again! You left a trail of clothes as you stumbled your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. Something about the night had you feeling bold and confident, so you decided to capitalize on it and take the reins from the cowboy for a change!

The back of his knees connected with the bed, making him fall backwards. Hangman moved to sit up, but you pushed him back down. He looked at you confused until you started to kiss him again, his hands rubbing your breasts and nipples causing you to moan into the kiss. Your lips never lingered in one area for too long before you moved them and kissed him elsewhere. Your lips went lower and lower until you were in between his legs! “Darling?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbows. You tasted his precum as you licked the tip of his length, and he inhaled sharply as he watched your tongue slowly lick up the vein on his shaft. He shuddered as the wet line your tongue left met the cool air, swallowing hard as he laid back down. You took it as a sign that he was giving himself to you, so you took the rest of him in your mouth. Your head was bobbing up and down while your tongue swirled around his tip, drool rolling down his shaft. The room was filled with his loud moans and grunts, his hands rubbing the sheets next to him. You reached for one of his hands and intertwined his fingers in your hair, his mouth dropped open as he forced your head up and down. His hips bucked off the bed gently to shove himself deeper in your mouth.

“I want to finish in you, baby. Please. Ride me,” he begged. He let go of your hair to allow you to stand while he shuffled backward towards the headboard. His length twitched in anticipation as he watched you saunter over to him. Your lips connected as you straddled his lap before he made his way down your neck to your breasts. His expert mouth licked, kissed, and nipped the delicate skin there. His cock rubbed against your folds as he whispered, “I need you,” before sucking on your nipple. His blue eyes looked at you as he pleaded for you to sit on him! With his hands around your waist, he helped you lower yourself onto him. The way your walls stretched around him felt delicious, making your mouth hang open as he filled you to the hilt. Adam attacked your breasts once more as you adjusted to the fullness. You rolled your hips as he thrusted upwards, his hands slid down to your ass, and he squeezed once he had a handful. “S-so good,” you stuttered against his mouth. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth, before slipping his tongue inside to taste you. He never wanted to forget the flavor.

Your walls clenched around him, alerting him that your release was near. His own wasn’t far behind. He smirked against your neck, his breath tickling your skin while he murmured against it, “Enjoying yourself, aren’t we my little cowgirl?” You snaked your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your neck, not caring about the marks he was leaving or who would see them. You tensed around him, the pressure in your stomach couldn’t be ignored as you whined, “Adam, I’m so close!”

“I know, baby. You feel like Heaven around me,” he admitted. “Make a mess of my sheets. I want to be reminded of how good I make you feel!” You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his affirmations pushed you over the edge. With one last thrust, your head fell back as the pressure went away, your juices coating him as they slid down his length and onto the bed. You couldn’t help but to blush at the mess as you looked into his eyes, but your cowboy had a smile on his face. He pulled you close while he looked at you like you were his greatest prize! With one messy thrust, he came inside of you. He bit your shoulder as he thrusted short pumps into you, making sure not to waste a single drop. He rested his head against the headboard while your head rested on his shoulder. “So perfect for me,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

Once you both came down from your high, you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Adam was in bed waiting on you to return when your phone vibrated on the nightstand. When he picked it up, the screen was bright, and the text messages came through clear as day:

(123) 456-7890: Just a reminder that no one wants you, Y/N. Not even that cowboy you’re so fond of.

•••

(123) 456-7890: Once he gets tired of you, he’ll leave your ass just like I did. You’re nothing more than a plaything. Never forget that.

Hangman heard you turn off the light in the bathroom, so he quickly sat your phone back on the table. You slid into bed with a smile on your face and placed your head on Hangman’s chest. The warmth of his body and the softness of the sheets felt amazing on your bare skin as he wrapped his arms around you and covered you both up. Your eyelids were heavy as you fought off sleep, but your drowsiness wore off when Hangman shifted in bed. As your fingers skimmed through his chest hair, his body tensed. You thought you were just imagining things but when you placed your hand on his cheek, he shied away from your touch. “Is something wrong?” you asked nervously. Hangman didn’t respond right away which only caused your anxiety to raise and your mind to drift. As hard as you tried not to, you started falling back down the rabbit hole that Swerve had created for you a long time ago. Did you do something wrong? Did the cowboy get his fill of you already? Surely, he doesn’t see the same things in you that Swerve does! The noise in your head was deafening! Suddenly, the warmth of Hangman’s embrace didn’t feel so warm anymore. You sat up and scooted over to the side of the bed. Hangman grabbed hold of your wrist and apologized for his silence, “Y/N, I’m sorry. While you were in the bathroom your phone went off. I picked it up not expecting to see anything, but you had text messages from someone. I think we need to talk.”

[elitewrestlinghoe]

I don't care, hangman can do nothing wrong. If he commits vehicular manslaughter but with a little braid in his hair I will STILL be kicking my feet and heheing.

HE IS UNTOUCHABLE TO ME!

[thewulf]

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

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

Sorry it turned out so long!

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

Thank you anon!

[elitehoe]

Me trying to explain that Blackpool Combat Club surrounding Hangman and Dark Order getting involved after Hangman made it clear he didn't want them involved, means Hangman is going to separate himself from the Dark Order and be broken down and beaten by Mox, the House of Black glitch during the Elite promo means the Elite are going to be broken down and mind fucked by Malakai until no return and lose the trios titles, and that's gonna lead us back on track to finally getting a reunion between the boys!!

[valkyrie-night-103]

New fic just dropped!!

Just put a new one shot up on the archive! Link below, hope you all enjoy! Please leave a comment or some kudos if you liked it, or if you wish to remain anonymous for whatever reason, you can send me an anon ask or dm me on tumblr. I’m happy to add people on discord too! But right now it’s almost 3am and I really need to sleep

Rating: T

Relationships: Kenny Omega/“Hangman” Adam Page

WC: 3,095

@old-no7 here you go :)

[hangmatts]

hey guys!! i hate to do this but i’m struggling financially and need a little bit of help. if you can help in any way possible, please consider donating to my ko-fi!! i have c0mmissi0ns open and all the rules are set in my profile. there’s two different fics you can request or you can just buy me a coffee as support. all donations are appreciated so much. thank you🫶🏼

(P.S. - i haven’t updated but if you would like to request a swerve/hangman fic, i will do that!)

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Suspicious Minds- Kenny Omega and Hangman Page

So I recently watched Elvis and the Suspicious Minds Vocal Intro is literally the best thirty-something seconds right at the beginning and it inspired this so I had to include the link for the heaven that this was.

Also this is going to be a short little drabble with Poly! Kenny and Hangman with a Fem! Reader

Word Count: 787

‘Oh, let our love survive’

You were crying backstage at Full Gear, watching your boyfriends lay it all out on the line. What had once started as a teasing thing between Kenny and Adam had escalated into something more dark, twisted, and personal. More than once had they used you as a weapon in promos or sometimes (Kenny usually) would inadvertently use you as a human shield. Adam tried to keep you out of it as much as he could but it was of no use. It hurt you immensely to watch the two men that you loved more than life itself try to kill each other. You had been praying the whole time to anyone who would listen that once this was all over, once the final winner was decided in this battle that your relationship would survive, that your love would be strong enough to survive this very large bump in the road.

‘I’ll dry the tears from your eyes’

You didn’t even realize that someone had joined you at the monitor, and you jumped slightly when a hand touched your shoulder only for you to relax when you saw your older brother Matt; you figured Nick was already in Dusty talking to Tony. “You okay?” Matt asked you even though he already knew the answer; he and Nick had been watching you fall apart quietly this entire feud. You stared at your big brother for a moment before finally shaking your head no, more tears falling down your cheeks in a hot stream. Without thinking Matt pulled you into his arms and let you cry, it broke his heart to see you so upset, you were the baby of the family, you were what was usually called the “change your life” baby. Your siblings were almost all teenagers when you were born and they were fiercely overprotective when it came to you. Matt and Nick even threatened Kenny and Adam when your relationship first started out. After a few minutes of you crying, you pulled away from Matt and turned back to look at the monitor, flinching when Kenny took a bump a bit too hard. “Is this how it ends? Is this where I lose them both?” You whispered, terrified to find out the inevitable truth. “No. Your love for them and their love for you is stronger than this.” Matt said. You sniffled and wiped your nose slightly with your hoodie sleeve. Matt didn’t say anything as he turned your face away from the monitor for a moment and wiped the tears from your eyes; something he and Nick have done since you were a baby.

‘Let’s don’t let a good thing die’

It was finally over. They went at it for almost half an hour. You didn’t know what to feel. Happiness, for it finally being over. For Adam winning. Anger, that they had let what was a friendly feud off camera turn into an all-out blood bath between them. Sadness, for Kenny, losing. Fear, for both of their safety; neither of them knew where to draw the line. You were especially scared for Kenny, knowing how many injuries he had going into the match. Dread, because you thought this would be the end of your relationship and you didn’t want to choose. You loved them both too much to choose. You felt sick when you saw them coming down the hallway towards you. As they got closer they could see the worry etched in your brow and the tracks where your tears had streamed down not a few minutes prior. Once they were within arms reach Adam dropped the heavy and very expensive title onto the floor and pulled you into his embrace, Kenny soon enveloping you both. They could hear you sobbing as you attached yourself to them, mentally beginning to brace yourself for the fatal blow. They went to pull away but you just held on tighter, wanting the moment to last before inevitable heartbreak. As if they could read your thoughts they squeezed you just as tight and whispered sweet nothings to you. They told you that everything was going to be okay, that this wasn't the end of your relationship with them; that they were willing to try everything to fix what had been damaged during these past few months. They told you that they weren't going to let your relationship die, that your love would power through, and they apologized for letting it get so personal. They knew that had a lot of making up to do between each other and with you, in more ways than one. And they were prepared to do that, which only made you fall in love with them more.

[banannabethchase]

31 or 39

This is from the Mariana's Trench lyric meme list from sometime in like. 2020 or something. I needed to fluff because this week at work is trying to kill me and my joy.

Prompt: "You and I might just be the best thing."

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Might Just Be (also on AO3)

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Adam runs into Matt in the lobby of their hotel after the show. And Matt brings up mending fences.

Inspired by the lyric, "you and I might just be the best thing."

Mini playlist: Echoes of You - Marianas Trench I F*cking Love You - Zolita I'll Be - Edwin McCain Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench

~

“Adam.”

Adam freezes in the hallway at the voice. He’s not, like, not used to hearing Matt Jackson. He works with him and all. But the tone is different. And he’d forgotten what his name sounded like from that tone. He turns around slowly.

Matt is fidgeting, which is normal. But he’s fidgeting and refusing to meet Adam’s eyes, which is…strange. Even at their worst, Matt would wield eye contact like a sword. A long ago, “Look at me!” echoes in Adam’s ears, along with a long-forgotten feeling that he and Matt were on the same page

“Matt?” Adam says. “What’s – are you okay?”

“Can we talk?” Matt asks. He still won’t lift his head. “I, um. I didn’t follow you or anything.”

Adam blinks. “Why – why would you say that if – are you following me?”

Matt’s head snaps up, eyes wide and panicked. “No! I swear! I – I promise. I just. I mean, I needed.” He squeezes his eyes shut, breathes deeply. He’s practically frenzied, energy rolling off of him and crashing into Adam. “I was trying to get a snack, okay, and you’re here…Why are you here?”

Adam raises the bottle of coconut water in his hand. “I saw they had these at CVS when I went to get ibuprofen this afternoon. Sparked a craving.”

Matt visibly settles. “Oh. Cool. Um. I need to.” He pauses. “I have to ask, okay?” Matt says. He’s yanking at the end of his hair so hard Adam’s pretty sure he’s going to pull it out.

“Ask what?” Adam knows. Adam knows what he’s about to say. His hands are starting to shake now, and he wishes he could come up with a way to fidget like Matt. There’s too much energy building in him.

“The fences,” Matt says. “From a bit ago. You were talking about mending fences.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “You watched that?”

“Of course I did!” Matt exclaims. “What do you – do you think I don’t watch everything you do?”

Adam looks around. Eyes are on them. “Okay, gonna react to that in a second. But we should – we need to go somewhere more private, okay?” He smiles at Matt. Risks taking his hand. Matt’s eyes somehow get even wider.

“My room’s on the second floor,” Matt says, sounding a little dazed. “Not – not with Nick, he’s being a big baby about my snoring lately.”

Adam laughs. He knows about that. “It’s almost impossible to sleep when you get going.” They make their way to the stairs, because Adam doesn’t think he can make good decisions in an elevator right now, and Matt slides past him, a little too close, to unlock the door.

He looks up at Adam, smiling. “Um. This is me.” He gestures into the room.

Adam plays with the pockets of his jacket as he leans against the wall. Matt folds himself onto the bed, legs crisscrossed underneath himself as he peers up at Adam. “Were they our fences? I mean,” he makes a little frustrated noise, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, I hate this. I miss you.” He opens his eyes, stares into Adam’s, and there it is. “I miss you and I wish I didn’t, but I do. And I need to – I need to know if you want to fix this or if I need to get over it.” He drops his gaze, pulls at the ends of his hair again. “I can’t hope if it’s just going to end with you leaving again.”

Adam lets it hit him, over and over again, because Matt’s right, isn’t he. Adam left first. It’s eaten at him for months, years, really: was he responsible for who the Elite became after he gave up? “Matt..” He trails off. He doesn’t even know what he wanted to say next.

“You said you loved me – us,” Matt says. “But you didn’t like us.” His eyes are back on Adam’s again, and there’s that weapon behind them. It stings. “Why would you want to mend fences if you don’t like us?”

“Because I didn’t like anything back then, let alone myself,” Adam huffs. He starts pacing, hands shoved into his jacket pocket so Matt won’t see him shake. “I didn’t – everything was wrong, nothing matched what I wanted, and I –” He stops, cutting himself off. He chances a glance to Matt, who is watching him so closely it feels like a flame licking up his skin.

“You what?” Matt asks, quietly. He knows what those eyes do to Adam. Or maybe he thinks they’ve lost their power. Matt would be so, so wrong.

“I wasn’t what would help you,” Adam bites out, “and you all did so much better without me, didn’t you? Nick and you, tag belts. Twice. Kenny became belt collector, until I got it off of him and lost it anyway. And now,” he points to the belt on the floor, “you three are champions together. The way it’s supposed to be, right?” He flinches at the catch in his throat. “The Elite. The three of you.”

Matt opens his mouth, closes it, frowns. The room feels weighted, heavy, like Adam’s being dragged down by every mistake he’s ever made as he waits for Matt to respond. And then, like it’s easy, Matt speaks. “I never needed you to be a champion for me to love you.”

Heat spills down Adam’s spine, words he’d never thought he’d hear again surrounding him. He pulls his hands out of his pockets, runs his hands through his hair, and can’t look at Matt. “You couldn’t love me and be a champion,” he bites out, hating the way it hurts.

“I could now.”

Adam turns to him. Matt’s eyes are all honesty. “What?”

“I could now,” Matt says, and he stands slowly. “I – I could love you now. I’ve got the championship. All I need is you.”

Adam bites his tongue. Everything about this is a bad idea. He never should have come up here, should have ignored his name. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, and he never been less sane than when Matt Jackson was his.

But he’s got an arm around Matt’s waist, and he’s dragging Matt in with his other hand in that perfect hair. As he presses his lips to Matt’s, he thinks he can sacrifice sanity for this feeling. Matt’s gotten ahold of the front of Adam’s jacket, holding him in close like he’s afraid Adam’s going to run. Like he could go anywhere right now with this man back in his arms.

“You and me,” Adam says, resting his forehead against Matt’s, “it might be the worst idea we’ve ever had.”

Matt laughs, something light and lacking the ache of nostalgia. He’s always been the brave one of the two of them. “It might be the best thing,” he argues, because Matt will never let Adam win with his pessimism.

“It might,” Adam murmurs, and he goes back to Matt’s lips, the familiarity of a long forgotten home.

One more time, he tells himself as Matt kisses him back, as his hands reach up to grab at Adam’s back, as Matt sighs into his mouth, we’ll do it one more time.

He said it last time. And he’s pretty sure he’ll say it again, if he has to. But, maybe, this time he won’t have to.

[transedhausen]

so the idea of angel page has been plaguing me recently…

[anxious-millenial-cowboy]

So Elite are champions again, Bay Bay is back (sobbing by the way) and Hangman and Mox's feud may be over... I am rubbing my greedy little hands together in excitement

[madhatterbri]

Rewrite The Stars | Hangman A.P.

Summary: A lady of the night realizes their secret relationship can't go anywhere. Historical AU.

Author's Note: Happy Dynamite Wednesday everyone. It's okay to laugh and cringe. I did. 😂😂😂 I just love the song and the concept of Sheriff Hangman.

@coleskingdom @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @midwestmade29

Pure fiction.

"This isn't going to work out, Sheriff. No one in this town wants us together and I am sure your parents would feel the same way if they ever met me," Y/N sighed and threw up her hands in frustration. She started to walk out of the room and back towards the bar area to clean the mess at Toni Storm's bordello. She was hurt and the Sheriff couldn't blame her. All the remarks and stares just from them simply walking down the street and enjoying each other's time. He knew he had to do something. "I am not letting you go, Y/N," he told her causing her to stop walking away from him. His girl looked down at the floor and back towards him. "I fought in the Civil War. You think I am letting a couple of people stop me from having you?" They wanted each other. There was no going back on that. The fire she held inside of her attracted him from the beginning. She was more than a whore in some crime-ridden town. She was the sun, moon, and stars all rolled into one. "You think I want to let you go?" Y/N asked. Her voice shook from trying to control her emotions. A war waged between her heart and mind. Her heart was telling her to go to him while her mind was telling her to run. Why couldn't everything just be in black and white? "You think there isn't a minute that goes by where I don't want to run into your arms?" She walked towards him and stood in front of him. His face lowered to kiss her before she pulled away. The Sheriff scrunched his eyebrows as he watched her walk towards the pool table. She sat on the edge and kicked her feet. Her dress swayed back and forth. "It can just be us," he whispered and stood in front of her again. He wanted to brush his lips against her. "Only when we are in the confines of the walls of Toni's. When we go outside we will be reminded of why this will never work," Y/N reminded and slipped away from him once more. He caught her arm and sat her back on the pool table. His eyes locked in on hers. "I want all of you, Y/N. I fell in love with all of you," he informed her. His arms wrapped around her to keep her in place. She was known to run when it came to her feelings. "This feels impossible," she expressed hopelessly. "How do we rewrite our stars to say we were made for each other?" "Nothing will keep me away from you. Don't you see? I fought in the Great War and survived. I moved thousands of miles from home and met you," he tried to convince her. He scooped her hands in his to try and show her this was their destiny. She seemed to be believing his words, yet she pulled her hands away from him. He took a step back as she made her way towards the door. Tears fell from her cheeks. "I want you, Sheriff, but it will never work between us," she sobbed and wiped away her tears. "I should get back to work,"

[midwestmade29]

Collaboration 🤠

Part 3

The 3rd and final part of mine and @madhatterbri’s collab is here! Thanks for reading along…enjoy 🖤

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Disclaimers: Cursing, intimidation, threats, unprotected sex, angst. Read at your own discretion.

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Word count for part 3: 937

This is 100% pure fiction.

All the color from your face drained when you grabbed your phone and pulled up the text messages Hangman was talking about. Your stomach was in knots as you read over Swerve’s words! “Y/N, talk to me sweetheart. What’s going on? Who sent you those messages?” Hangman asked, his voice full of concern. There was a battle going on internally between your head and your heart as you sat there trying to figure out if you should stay or if you should go. Your first thought was that you should leave and spare the cowboy the trouble of having to deal with you and your past. Leaving right now would break you, but you felt like it would be the best choice to protect him and get him off Swerve’s radar. It pained you to pull your hand away from him, but you did it anyway. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the beautiful man in bed behind you as you stood up, your voice cracking as you uttered your goodbye, “I-I have to go. This whole thing was a mistake. I never should’ve let things get this far between us. I-I’m so sorry.” Panic started to set in as Hangman watched you pick up your discarded underwear and put it back on. Everything was happening so fast that it didn’t register in his brain to stop you before you walked out the bedroom door. “Shit!” he cursed under his breath as he jumped up, pulling the bedsheet with him. As he caught up with you down the hallway, he wrapped the sheet around his waist and tucked it in place, his voice echoing through the quiet as he called out for you, “Y/N! Stop, please! Stay and we can work through whatever is going on. Just talk to me, please don’t go!”

“Adam don’t make this any more difficult than what it already is. Things will be better and safer for you if I go. You have to let me go!” you pleaded as you pulled your shirt over your head. His rebuttal was straight and to the point, leaving you dumbfounded when all he said was “no.” “What do you mean, no?” you questioned. “No. I’m not going to let you go. I don’t know what kind of hold Swerve has on you, but I’m not going to let that dumbass ruin what we have together. I have no idea what is going on between you two, but it’s clear that you have history. I don’t give a shit about any of it! All I care about is you. Let me in, Y/N. Let me calm whatever storm is going on in that beautiful head of yours!” You were taken aback by the assertiveness in his voice, but it still had a tenderness to it at the same time. The longer he looked at you, the more his blue eyes broke through your defenses that you were using to shut him out.

He opened his arms to you, and it was like you were a moth to a flame as you ran right into them. Tears stained your cheeks as you stood in the hallway embracing each other tightly. Hangman placed his hand on your head, holding it in place against his chest as you released things you didn’t even realize you had inside of you. “Hey, it-it’s okay. I’ve got you sweetheart. Everything is gonna be okay,” he reassured you. “I’m such a mess!” you cried out, only to have the cowboy leave you stunned once again. “Maybe, but you’re my beautiful mess.”

The rest of that night was spent in deep conversation about you and your past with Swerve. It was painful to rehash and explain the things he had done to you over the course of your relationship and how he still found ways to cause you distress. You showed Hangman the texts he had sent you previously, and explained how he continues to keep tabs on you. “So that would explain the night when we were in medical together. The asshole thought he could scare off the Hangman! Ha, it’s going to take a lot more than his empty words and imitation prince to keep me away from you!” his words were dry, but they still made you laugh! Hangman listened intently and never interrupted you as you opened your heart to him, and you found that it wasn’t so bad letting him in after all. Hangman turned out to be your safe place, your refuge from any storm. “No more worrying about him, sweetheart. I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” was his promise to you before you both drifted off to sleep.

It took some time for karma to catch up with Swerve, but you were so grateful when it did. Hangman had presented several things to Tony Kahn that showcased just how toxic and dangerous Swerve truly was. He explained to Tony that he not only was a flight risk for the company, but also for anyone that encountered him. Once the internal investigation was complete, it was a no brainer to let Swerve go. Gone were the days of walking around your job on eggshells. Gone were the days full of constant worry and anguish where Swerve was concerned. You no longer feared him when the cowboy gave you strength and encouragement to get a restraining order against him. Hangman made you feel whole again and spent every day trying to erase the lies and bullshit that Swerve had filled your head with for so long. He was your cowboy and the keeper of your heart.

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Hello! Hope you're having a great day:)

So I was wondering if you could do a Jake Seresin x reader based on the song gorgeous by Taylor Swift

I just love flirty Jake and reader with lots of slow burn ughhhh

Thank you!!!

Oh my gosh I love this sooooo much!! Yes I can absolutely get this done for you!!

Reader and Jake are in the same squadron. Lots of flirting. Lots of pining. Maybe Jake comforting reader when her bf breaks up with her bc of him heheheh

Happy ending of course because I can't leave anything sad lmao

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