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An Update
TW: Miscarriage discussed under the cut
So I’ve been away for a couple of weeks, not going to lie I haven’t written a single word the whole time.
Unfortunately I did suffer a miscarriage a couple of days ago so I’m currently on hiatus.
I will also be changing the ending of the last part of crumbling for obvious reasons
Thank you guys for your kindness and understanding xx
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"He shattered the glass ceiling!" - Against All Odds, 2006
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LA Knight with a shy wife
Knight can be very boisterous. He is confident and loud in the ring, but when he is with his wife he tones it down.
Her being quiet reminds him that he can enjoy life without yelling at the top of his lungs through a microphone.
He’s super protective of her. If she doesn’t like something, he doesn’t either.
Knight always wants her to come to his shows, though. Normally, he gets her backstage so she can just chill and not have to worry about a ton of people.
If he was allowed to, he’d buy out the entire section just for her. He did try once! But was quickly told no by WWE officials and his bank freaked out.
Whenever he’s in public with her, he tries his best to hide himself from people. If someone sees him in public while he’s with his wife, he does his best to get the interaction over with quickly without being rude about it.
He enjoys the quiet times he gets to share with his wife at home. He loves just sitting near her. Her presence just calms him.
He keeps his relationship with her mostly off of the internet. At least, he tries. Some people get pictures of them and it circulates online faster than he can snap his fingers.
If anyone were to give his wife shit, about literally anything, he will start a war—so long as she says it’s ok first.
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Excited for the next part to crumbling honey! 💕🫶🏼
To be honest, it’s going to be a while. Christian’s off TV and I’m really not enjoying what AEW is doing right now (the all in footage thing 😬😬😬)
And shockingly? I watched wrestlemania this year and actually enjoyed it for the first time in years, so maybe I’ll write some wwe stuff and see if that gives me the kick up the ass to write more crumbling
But anyway don’t be expecting Crumbling any time soon x
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Could i request a hc with Adam Copelad using this prompt please? “[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 ADAM COPELAND MASTERLIST 」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — adam thought you perished in that car accident
「 WARNINGS 」 — friends to lovers, age gap relationship [ reader is in late 20s / early 30s ], mentions of injury, mentions of car accident
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 588
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x adam copeland
「 GENRE 」 — fluff / angst
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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @alyyaanna @nightmare-viper
「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」
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the ringing in your ears became more of an annoyance as time went on
the bleak, bleach stained ceiling of a hospital room felt colder than most
it felt empty despite the bodies of doctors and nurses as well as yourself inhabiting it
a nauseated feeling wased over you the moment you made an attempt to sit up
head spinning, still with visions of the accident,
the innitial hit where the drunk driver had clipped you, sent your car spinning off the highway
down into a ditch where you and adam laid motionless before coming to
your body felt stiff and ached, the creak of your bones accompanied by aching muscles
your leg in a cast, from foot to knee
ribs heavily bandaged, so tight that it caused your to wheeze and sputter with every breath
your eyes scanned around the room absentmindedly
meeting with the backs of sterile doctors who seemed insidtingiusable from the next
all dressed in white and the occasional hospital blue
the colour remeniscant of a mid-day sky but held none of the warmth and charm
amongst the bleakness, glancing down at your hand momontariily
a larger, more rugged one encapsulated yours
your hearing now coming to, adam’s voice calling out your name with soft yet, frantic whispers
you peer up to meet his voice, noticing his face crusted with dried blood, the blondish-grey whisps of his beard now stained pink
a small bandage obscuring five or so stitches above his left eyebrow caught your attention
“you’re hurt-” you whisper, attempting to sit up once more before he stopped you
“doll, i’m fine. you’re in worse shape right now”
his weathered eyes watered with tears
“fuck…” he muttered, smoothing down his bloodied beard, hot tears staining his cheeks
“i’m so glad you’re alright…i thought i lost you”
he got all choked up, trying to stifle his sobs from echoing around the hospital room
“you stopped breathing for a bit back there..i..fuck..” he paused for a second.
“i thought i’d never see you again”
his large, calloused palm smoothed down the stray hairs behind your head, his hands still bloodied, not having time to clean them off
his ramblings continued for a minute or so.
adam’s frantic hands found comfort in your stoic ones
“adam?” your croaky words caught him off guard.
the tremble in his hands calmed, smoothing down stray wisps of hair that clung to your sweat and blood tinted skin
tracing down the bruising that swelled around your left eye, the blotches of purple and blue so vibrant against your skin
he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you, how your eyes welled with tears, not for your own circumstance per say, more so for his own injuries, despite how minuscule they were in comparison
“it’s not your fault, you know that…”
your voice still sounded hoarse and broken, weak with fatigue
“but i was the one driving, i should have seen that drunk driver…”
adam put his head in his hands, a heavy sigh parting his lips
“i care about you. hell, i fucking love you! and i hate that i’m the reason you’re here”
his hands froze for a moment, not embarrassed in the sort, just shocked sightly that those words fell from his lips
‘i always knew you did…” your voice barely spoke above a whisper, still loud enough for him to hear
“and i’ve always loved you, i just wish it didn’t take something like this for either of us to admit it”
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Has anyone done Brood Edge? Just wondering.
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Sister girl! Anyway we can get a sneak peak to the next part of crumbling? (If you have anything wrote up that is! 🫶🏼🤗)
I might just leave you with the lil cliffhanger at the end there 🤭🤭
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Crumbling Pt.4 (Poly!Adam x Reader x Christian)
Thank you guys so much for your patience xxx
Adam was laid against the headboard of the bed with his arm resting behind his head. His chest was glistening with sweat after your activities. His eyes followed you as you walked out of the bathroom. You settled in next to him, cuddling into his chest.
“Are you nervous?” You asked quietly, he knew what you were asking about. The ‘I quit’ match, the culmination of months of fighting between them. You thought about it constantly, there seemed to be no good outcome for you.
“This needs to happen honey. It needs to end” He sighed, tightening his hold on you.
“I know” You mumbled in reply “I just don’t know what we do afterwards”
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You watched the match through your fingers. You held your breath every time the ref asked them. By the time Adam pulled out Spike, you were practically shaking. Then Christian finally quit. You felt relief wash over you, then a sense of dread.
What was Christian going to do now?
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It had been two weeks since Christian had quit. Two weeks since you had heard anything from him. Adam was even more distant with you now. All he would talk to you about was the kids. You had never felt a loneliness like this.
“Adam? What’s wrong? I feel like we haven’t really spoke since that match” You asked cautiously. He didn’t look up from the book he was reading.
“Nothing” He muttered, still not looking at you. You wrung your hands together nervously.
“I don’t think that’s true” You replied
There was a long silence. He refused to look at you. You refused to leave without an answer. That left you at a stalemate.
“Have you spoken to him?” Adam asked coolly
“No” You replied instantly
“Oh give it up Y/n. I know you have been” He shouted, finally setting his angry glare on you.
“What? Oh my god, I texted him like two weeks ago.” You exclaimed
“And you tried to hide it from me” He responded. You scoffed and started to walk away from him, not wanting to escalate anything. He quickly followed you.
“You were the one that wanted him out! Then you go behind my back and talk to him again! Probably had him in the house too!” He ranted
“It’s not a crime for me to talk to him! They’re his kids too!” You shouted back, hands waving around wildly.
“Well what else have you been hiding from me huh?” He growled
“Nothing! God you’re so paranoid!” You screamed. You knew it was a low blow but you didn’t care.
You stormed off before he could say anything else. You thundered up the stairs and slammed your bedroom door. Adam groaned, his head falling to his hands. That’s not how he wanted that conversation to go.
You desperately held back tears as you held the phone to your ear. It rang and rang before finally going to voicemail.
“Christian? I don’t know where you are but I really need you home right now. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone but - fuck, guess I’m doing this. I’m pregnant, Christian”
#aew imagine#christian cage x reader#christian cage imagine#adam copeland x reader#adam copeland imagine#adam copeland x reader x christian cage
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What the fuck is a boop? Why do I keep getting them? Why do I keep sending them?
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edge and christian (still wwf but post brood)?
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Really excited to see what you come up with for the new part to Crumbling! 🫶🏼💕
I am working on it but some life stuff came up. I appreciate you guys being patient ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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14: “Please. Please don’t leave me. I need you.”
17: “Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?”
Tag: @motorcitygem
Themes: angst
Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating
Word count (Copeland): 676
Wird count (Cage): 742
So we have a two parter here! Copeland will be first, and then Cage. I’ve made this full of some wonderful angst (broke my heart in the process). You want sad? I give you the ✨sad✨
Happy reading 🖤
Link to prompt post:
Copeland:
The house was quiet when you returned, almost too quiet. The tv wasn’t even on which was strange as Adam would have it on in the background while he did other things such as attempted cooking, or reading. Strangely enough he wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Adam, baby? I’m home, are you upstairs?” You called out, removing your coat and shoes by the door. No response.
‘That’s so weird’ you thought. Normally he’d, at the least, call out to you in acknowledgment that he heard you. But absolutely nothing! From upstairs floated a suspicious sound down to your ears. A sound that you heard in your nightmares. It was a faint noise but it was just loud enough for you to understand what it was; you could hear him crying hysterically. Rushing up the stairs and half falling over yourself, you got to your bedroom as quick as you possibly could, swinging open the door to see him sat on the edge of the bed.
His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, body shaking. When you walked closer to him, he didn’t even look up. He knew you were there but it looked like he was afraid of letting you see him in this state.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You tried to encourage him to look at you by gently lifting his chin with your cupped hand. But as soon as his eyes met yours he let out a strangled sob before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing his face into your tummy to avoid looking up again. Just hearing him cry was enough to shatter your heart, let alone hearing him sob. You rubbed your hands on his back in an effort to console him, whispering gentle words of comfort. It took a good five minutes before he had calmed down enough to explain why he was in such a state. And as he explained, the mood began to turn sour.
“I’m so so sorry, I should have told you sooner. It’s just…I thought it would be a one…one time thing but I just. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve slept with another woman…and we’d been talking for the last few weeks. I’m…I’m so sor-“
“Hold on, let me get this straight,” you interrupted, stepping away from his desperate arms, “you’ve been talking to some woman for weeks and you slept with her?!”
“Y-yes but-“
“And on top of that, you weren’t going to tell me that you’d been talking with this bitch until you realised ‘oh shit, I might actually lose my girlfriend of three. Fucking. Years.’ Did it ever occur to you at any point that I might find out? Whether it was in two weeks or two years, the truth was going to come out?”
“I mean…please, I can explain-“
“Nah, nah you don’t get to explain shit to me,” you spat out, “I think you’ve said enough today.”
You stormed out of the room, disbelief and heartbreak settling in with each step back down the stairs. The sobbing started back up, and the pleas began spilling out his lips: “Please! Please don’t leave me! I need you…”
You chose to ignore them as you pulled your shoes back on, yanking your coat off the hook. It hurt so bad to hear him break down and you barely had the courage to turn your head to face him, half hanging out the now open front door. He knelt on his knees near the entrance, babbling incoherently to you. The only thing you could make out was the repeated words of ‘please’ and ‘don’t go’.
“Go to hell.” Was all you said as you slammed the door and walked away from the life you both had built. As you walked down the street, unsure of where to go, the tears started. Was it the right decision? Should you have heard him out? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that in that moment you needed to be as far away from him as possible.
Cage:
It had been three weeks of hell since you and Christian split up. A massive part of you still needed him in your life. This wasn’t something you were ready to give up on. He had told you that he felt that your relationship had hit a natural end, that he just wanted to be friends. At least for a little while. What had kept you hanging on was that little comment he made before you departed from each other for the last time: “maybe one day…we could pick this up again. But for now I think this is it for us.”
You never realised you could miss someone so bad but here you were. It had been an hour since you texted him, asking if you two could talk. Preferably in person. You could see he had read the text and you assumed he was on his way. But as your phone buzzed in your hand, you realised that wasn’t going to happen. Instead he chose to call you. Feeling disappointment in your chest, you answered after a few rings. As you brought your phone up to your ear there was a moment of silence before you asked if he was coming, a part of you hoping he’d tell you he was nearly there with flowers and chocolates.
“Look…I know what you’re hoping for but I’m sorry. I’m not going to come and see you. Not right now.” He answered quietly, sadness and guilt lacing his tone. He felt bad as he didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew if he saw you then he might do something he’d regret later: he’d re-enter your relationship. And then he would have to break your heart all over again, because his feelings had not changed.
“Oh…I see. Christian listen. I…I just wanted to say that…”
“Don’t say it.” He interrupted, voice becoming sharp, “I know what you’re going to say, so please don’t say it.”
“No, I have to. It’s eating me alive, please-“
“You really don’t have to though. It’s not going to change how I feel, it’s not going to make it better. So it’s better if you don’t say it. Save yourself the heartbreak-“
“But I still love you!”
Silence. It didn’t even sound like he was breathing. For a moment you wondered if he had just hung up on you but there was no sound to signify that happening. Your mouth went dry as the realisation of what you had blurted out meant now. By doing this, you had managed to push him even further away. Deep down you knew this would hurt him so why you did it, you couldn’t say. Or justify for that matter.
“I’m…Christian I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything-“
“Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?!” He snapped, voice cracking on the other line. “You’re always doing shit like this where you go against what I say, even though I tell you not to do it! If you had fucking listened to me and left me alone, we wouldn’t be here! But no. You had me call you just to confess a known fact. Why? So you could hurt me? Is that it?”
“No, no Christian! It’s not like that!” You begged, “please don’t think that, I would never intentionally hurt you-“
“Oh no, sure! Not intentionally! You only have good intentions for me, don’t you?! But I can’t get mad at you for saying you still ‘love me’ because you didn’t mean to hurt me!”
He went silent, breathing hard. Something he would do when he would try to calm down during arguments. You could imagine him rubbing his forehead with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to regain composure. He hated getting angry and arguing but…you deserved it. You knew you did.
“Christian…” you started but decided against continuing. Perhaps it was best you just left him instead of trying to keep talking to him tonight. But you wanted to apologise, to admit you were wrong and he was right. As tears began to stream down, you went to apologise.
“Christian, I’m. I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you.”
Unfortunately, he didn’t hear your apology as he had hung up the moment you said his name. Leaving you in a crying heap as you sat and had to deal with the fact that he was gone. And something told you it was for good.
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What was the original direction of Crumbling since the matching didn’t go as expected? Is it still being incorporated or is it being scrapped and a new direction being made?
Tbh I thought Adam was going to turn heel and we’d have big bad boyfriends™️
I’ve got something else in the works now x
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Inspirational
Wise
Selfless
Loved
Courageous
Generous
Compassionate
Respected
Sacrificing
FATHER
In Christian we goddamn trust!🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Anyway we can get a headcannon or imagine about Adam dating Christian’s younger sister?
Shameless plug for the fic I never quite finished about this
Adam never really interacted with you when you were kids. There was a large gap between you and your older brother, so you stayed far away from his friends.
You had come to a PPV, they were winning the tag titles again and you had never been there to see it live. Adam hadn’t seen you in a few years at that point, he hadn’t expected you to look so…. Stunning.
He knew Christian would kill him for even thinking about it but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
So Adam started sneaking you around, quiet dates and meeting him for a few hours before he had to leave again. Slowly but surely, he fell absolutely head over heels for you.
His feelings for you left him in an awkward predicament. He wasn’t willing to lose you but how does he explain to his best friend that he’d been sneaking around with his little sister for months?
However, when Christian walked in on Adam on top of his sister on a hotel bed, Explanations didn’t seem to matter much anymore.
To say Christian was pissed would be an understatement. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight for weeks. Adam sent you flowers every day, half trying to prove to your brother that he was serious about you.
He did eventually come around to your relationship but not without threatening to kill Adam if anything happened to you
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Sister girl! The I quit match has come and gone and as much as I hate Christian lost the championship Im ecstatic for Adam! I’m also excited for the next part of crumbling because it’s been too long lol
It didn’t go the way I thought it would and now my whole story line doesn’t work 😂
I loved it though xxx
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typical Canadian behaviour between two fathers
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