#adam copeland fanfic
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Main Masterlist ♡ Adam Copeland Masterlist
Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral (m receiving) unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Creampie
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
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Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.
WC: 694
I was sitting in my office, looking over the script for the second season of Percy Jackson, and I was so wrapped up looking over it and trying to memorise my lines, that I didn't notice the time.
But I did hear the soft knock on the door. I told her to open it without looking up from the script.
I heard her soft footsteps, walking towards me on the carpet.
"Adam, you said you would be done by now."
"I know, baby, but just give me a few minutes."
"Fine." I could hear the pout in her voice as she sat across from me.
I could hear the tapping of her nails on her phone, and then the tapping stopped. The room was silent until I could hear her fidgeting.
I knew why she was like this. I promised her that we would spend all day in bed today, pleasuring each other.
I looked up, and she was bent over, her head in her arm, looking at the photos I have on my desk. I could see that she was wearing my Maple Leafs Jersey, and I felt a twitch in my pants.
I cleared my throat, and she looked up.
"Come here, baby." I patted my lap. She squealed and practically ran around the desk, ready to get sit in my lap.
I held up my finger to stop her, and she gave me a confused look.
"If you want to sit in my lap, you must sit here quietly until I say I am done, but with one stipulation."
"And that is?"
"Sit with my cock in your pussy. No moving. Just sit here , and behave yourself. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes." She bit her lip, and her lit up when she said that.
I reached down and pulled myself out of my sweat pants. I was happy I went commando today. I jerked myself a few times, and I helped sit her in my lap. The both of us hissing as she sat down, taking me fully inside her pussy.
She started to move, ready to start bouncing, but I gripped her hip and stilled her. "I told you no moving." I growled out, making her pussy tighten around me. Oh fuck, this is going to be torture.
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She barely moved, but her pussy was squeezing my cock, like it was trying to cut off circulation down there.
"Squeeze my cock like that one more time, and I won't let you cum later."
"Adam, no." She whined.
"Behave, then."
I stood up, not being able to focus on any more words. I pushed her over my desk, her front against the top.
"Hang on." I gripped her hips, pulled back, and slammed into her, making the both of us groan. My pace was brutal, and I knew she would have bruises, but I didn't care. Not when I can finally get some relief.
"Should I let you cum all over my cock?"
"Please."
"Do you deserve to cum? I could feel you squeezing my cock."
"I deserve to cum. I do. Please let me cum, Adam." She cried out.
I had to see her face. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she had tears in her eyes. I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back, and slammed back into her, continuing the brutal pace.
I pushed my jersey up to watch her tits bounce. I looked between her face and her tits.
Next thing I knew, she was crying out my name, and soaking my cock as she came.
I followed right behind her, my thrusts getting sloppy before I stilled, as I filled her.
I pulled out her pussy and watched as our combined juices spilled onto my desk.
"You have 2 minutes to get in our bed, naked, on your hands and knees." She scrambled off my desk, and ran out of office, with my cum dripping down her thighs.
I gave her a head start, and then I chased after her, undressing along the way. Smiling at the sound of her giggles as we ran to our room.
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Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?
15: “I’m so scared…of you”
34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”
69: having your first time in bed with each other
Tag: @judgementdaysunshine
Word count: 2058
Warnings: mild swearing
Fic type: fluff and smut
Link to masterlist
Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!
Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.
The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.
“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.
“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”
Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.
“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.
“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.
It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.
After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.
Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.
“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.
Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.
“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.
“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”
You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.
It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.
“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.
“I’m so scared…of you-“
“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.
“Let me finish, please.” You begged.
He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.
“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”
You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!
You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“
“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.
“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”
He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!
It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.
“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.
“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”
Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.
“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.
“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.
“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”
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Get Well Soon 🚑
To Anonymous:
Thanks for sending in your request! I haven't written anything quite like this before, but your request inspired me to try. I really hope you like the story I came up with 🖤
Word Count: 2,046
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
*GIF is not mine
Original Anonymous Request:
Anyway I can request an Adam Copeland x Female!Reader? (Set when they were younger!) Maybe the reader is Christian’s younger sister and she’s in a relationship with Adam and when she’s in high school/college she ends up in a serious wreck that jostles her up pretty good so Adam essentially moves himself in (not literally but as much as he’s at the Cage home he might as well live there lol) so he can help their parents and Christian take care of his princess?
Disclaimers: Car accident, broken bones, concussion, lacerations, hospital stay, recovery. Read at your own discretion.
This story is written from Adam Copeland's POV 🙂
When Adam gets a phone call in the middle of the night, he rushes to be by his princess' side...
It was the middle of the night when my phone rang. I was not prepared for what Christian told me, honestly, it’s not something anyone can prepare themselves for. Once I heard the panic and fear in his voice, it instantly woke me up and put me on high alert. “What’s going on man? Did something happen?” I asked nervously. The pause in his voice did nothing for my nerves, and I could tell he was trying to hold back emotion. My heart fell to the floor when he told me about Y/N.
“It’s Y/N. She was in a car accident,” Christian choked out. The weight of his words damn near crushed me. My eyes went wide and my mind started racing, I had so many questions I needed answered. “What happened? Is she okay? What hospital is she at?” I rapid fired. Before Christian even had a chance to answer me, I jumped out of bed with the phone pressed to my ear as I grabbed the closest pair of jeans I could find. I slid on a t-shirt and made quick work of my socks, all while trying to remember all the hospital information he was giving me.
I’m not sure how fast I was driving, but it had to be at least 20mph over the speed limit. I had to get to Y/N. I almost forgot to turn my car off when I pulled into a parking spot at the hospital because I was in such a hurry! I busted through the entrance of the emergency room and ran right to the desk, “Cage, her name is Y/N Cage. She was in a car accident and I’m here to see her,”
“I’m sorry sir, only family is allowed in the private waiting area. You’ll have to stay out here until the patient is moved into a regular room,” the receptionist explained. I don’t think I’ve ever been angrier before in my entire life! If Miss Thing here thinks she’s going to keep me from my heart and soul, she’s sadly mistaken. “Either you press your little buzzer and unlock these doors, or I’m going to knock them down. Your choice,” I hissed, but she didn’t budge.
“Sir, I know that you are upset, but I can’t do that. If you’re not a part of the immediate family, you’ll have to wait out here,”
I continued arguing to the point the receptionist had her hand on the phone, ready to call security if I wasn’t going to cut it out. I ran my hands through my hair in utter frustration, letting out a guttural groan at this insufferable woman as I turned away from her. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jerked free from it, certain that it was a security officer but that’s not who it was. “Hey! Dude it’s me, relax!” Christian said defensively. He took a step back and shook his head before turning his attention to the receptionist, “He’s with me. Adam is family,”
The walk back to the waiting room was quiet. Christian kept his eyes facing forward and his lips sealed, I couldn’t bring myself to break the silence. When the two of us walked into the private waiting room, Y/N’s parents jumped to their feet when they saw me. Mrs. Cage instantly had tears in her eyes as she walked over to me and embraced me tightly, her voice a mere whisper as she said my name. “Oh Adam! Thanks for coming honey,”
Mr. Cage shook my hand while I was still being held onto for dear life by his wife, Christian was now seated in a side chair propped up against the wall. “Any updates? What exactly happened?” I asked cautiously. “Nothing yet. The doctor should be in shortly,” her mother explained. “All that we know is that Y/N was crossing an intersection when another car blew through their red light and t-boned her. We haven’t seen her car yet, but from what the officers said, there wasn’t much left of it. If Y/N hadn’t been wearing her seatbelt, things would’ve been so much worse. Right now, they’re running tests and scans to check for injuries or any unknown bleeding, things like that. She was unconscious when they brought her here,”
My mouth hung open slightly, trying to comprehend everything Mrs. Cage just told me. My brain couldn’t form any words in that moment, so I just nodded my head and took a seat next to my childhood best friend. Time in the waiting room seemed to stand still. The hands on the clock moved painstakingly slow and the air in the room was thick and tense. The way the 4 of us jumped when the doctor tapped his knuckles on the doorway, you would’ve thought we were in a haunted house and a ghost just jumped out at us!
“Good evening, everyone,” the doctor greeted. “I’m doctor Sampson and I’ve been looking after Y/N. I don’t have much of an update as we are still waiting on some test results, but I’ll tell you what I do know. First, I just want to say that Ms. Cage is in stable, yet critical condition. She’s still unconscious, but her vitals are good. She has several lacerations that are likely from the broken glass, and an x-ray showed she has 2 broken ribs, and her left wrist is broken. We’re in the process of moving her to her own room and she will be admitted into the hospital until further notice. Once she’s settled there, you all can visit her,”
After we all asked the doctor our questions and got our answers, he smiled at us warmly before making his way back to Y/N. Another hour went by before we were told we could visit her in her room, the nurse warned us about all the monitors, tubes, and noises we would likely see and hear while in there. Mr. and Mrs. Cage went in first while Christian and I waited in the hallway. “She’s gonna be okay man, I just feel it. She’s in good hands here and I know she’ll have the best care when she gets home too. Y/N is a fighter, it’s gonna take a lot more than this to hold her down,” My voice was full of hope, trying to comfort my best friend, even though the way I was feeling on the inside was the complete opposite.
Minutes later, Christian and I were allowed to go into her room. I offered to stay in the hallway so Christian could have a private moment with his sister, but he insisted I join him. The wind felt like it had been knocked out of me as I took in the sight of Y/N in her hospital bed. My poor precious girl. She looked so broken lying there, which in turn broke me too. The doctor had encouraged everyone to talk with Y/N as if she was awake and alert, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I’m not even sure I could make it through a sentence without breaking down completely. Christian initiated small talk with her, teasing his little sister playfully like he always does and talking about anything that came to his mind. I sat in the chair next to her bed, holding onto her hand firmly with her knuckles pressed against my lips. Stray tears spilled from my eyes the longer I sat there wishing I could go back to a few hours ago to prevent the accident from happening.
After a while, Christian and his parents decided to take a break and went to the cafeteria while I decided to stay with my girl. There was no way I was leaving her side! I rested my forehead on the side of her bed, not daring to let go of her small hand. She was still unconscious, and we were all longing to see her beautiful eyes. I had drifted off into a light sleep when the feeling of my hand being squeezed woke me up. I lifted my head slowly, my eyes readjusting to the light again when I noticed that Y/N was shuffling around on the bed. “Princess?” I croaked out. “Princess, it’s me! I’m here! Let me go get the doctor,”
I ran to the nurse’s station and let them know that Y/N was waking up and they paged the doctor to let him know. I quickly typed out a text to Christian to let him know too before rushing back to my girl’s side. My heart soared when I heard her sweet voice call out to me, “A-Adam? What ha-happened?”
3 weeks had gone by in a flash. Y/N has been at home recovering and I’m so proud of how far she’s come! Broken ribs, a broken wrist, a concussion, and bruises and lacerations couldn’t steal the shine from my girl. The night of the wreck still replays in my mind frequently, especially the moment when Y/N woke up. I’ll never forget the relief that washed over me when I heard her sweet voice or the confusion that covered her beautiful face when I explained the accident to her. Things are still fuzzy for her about that night, but she’s still here and healing and that’s all that matters. Insurance has been a pain in the ass about everything since there was only 1 witness that saw the accident happen. We’re still waiting on the traffic cam footage. It’ll all get sorted out eventually.
I’ve hardly left Y/N’s side this entire time. There’s no way I can leave my princess. Maybe I’m afraid if I leave her, something else might happen or she might need me for something. I’m not willing to take that risk, even if Christian is tired of seeing my face around his parent’s house. “Go home man, you’re starting to leave an imprint on the couch,” Christian groaned when he walked into the living room. The Cage’s couch had been my makeshift bed ever since the day Y/N came home from the hospital. It’s not very accommodating to my 6’5 body frame, but it was the only free space in the house I could sleep. I rubbed my eyes before flipping Christian off and sitting upright. “I’m sure if I asked, your parents would let me have your bed instead. They’ve always liked me better,” I quipped.
Christian scoffed as he walked past me and into the kitchen. I love poking that spoiled teddy bear’s chest! My attention was pulled in a different direction when I heard my favorite voice speak sweetly, “Good morning handsome,”
“Hey, what are you doing getting out of bed by yourself? I was just about to come and wake you. Come, sit,” I smiled. I stood and took Y/N by the hand, but she protested when I gently pulled her towards the couch. “I’m fine Adam, I promise. I’m perfectly capable of getting myself out of bed. You’ve done so much for me already,”
“I know you are princess; I just want to make your recovery as easy as possible. You know your body best and I trust that you won’t overdo it. Just promise me that you’ll ask me for help if you do need it, please?” I begged softly. I kissed my girl on the cheek when she agreed with my small request. She smiled when I pulled my face away and lead us both into the kitchen to join her pain in the ass older brother for breakfast.
Y/N was fully healed and better than ever now. I’m back to staying at my apartment and my aching back couldn’t be more grateful to be laying on a mattress instead of a couch cushion. Christian nearly threw a goodbye party when I collected the last of my belongings from his parent’s house. Little prick. Nonetheless, the most important thing is my princess is thriving again and this whole ordeal only brought us closer together. Her car accident got me looking at and thinking about the bigger picture, making me realize how much I love her and that I’ll always be by her side. Y/N is it for me, and I’ll be damned if anything tries to take her away from me again.
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My fav AEW dilf <3
Summary: Adam has trouble coming to terms with his attraction to the reader due to age gap of the pair.
It's still relatively early in the morning when the sound of rustling wakes you up from a wonderful dream. You let out a yawn and rub the sleep from your eyes as you prop yourself up into a sitting position.
"Adam?" You yawn and peer out into the dim-lit hotel room you're staying in.
"Crap, sorry, YN," Adam grumbles from his bed across the room. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
You squint your eyes toward the other side of the room where Adam is busy digging through his bag for something. "What are you doing up so early?" You ask him in a sleepy tone as you hold back another yawn.
"I woke up and couldn't seem to fall back asleep," Adam explains, still digging through his bags. "So I was going to head down to the gym for an early workout. But it seems that I can't find my gym clothes in the dark." He chuckles to himself. "I must sound like such an old man, huh kid?"
You drag yourself out of bed and switch on the lamp on the nightstand. "Well, I'm awake now. So you can switch on the light." You offer with a small laugh. "And you aren't that old yet, Adam." You assure him. "Shit, my eyesight is as bad as yours when I don't have my contacts or glasses on." You squint and feel for your glasses sitting on the nightstand.
You slip the wide-frame glasses on your nose and your vision clears up. Adam now has his lamp on as well and is digging through his bag with ease now. "Still can't find them?" You walk over to him when it seems that Adam hasn't made any progress. "Here, let me look."
Adam steps out of the way when you trot over to him with still-sleepy eyes. He'd forgotten that you'd slept in nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt that he loaned you last night since you forgot to pack something to sleep in. Adam's gaze transfixes on the way his shirt hangs off your body, your bare legs practically screaming in his face as you bed over to look through his bad.
'No, Adam. She's too young for you, perv.' He tells himself as he stares at you. He's more than twice your age and old enough to be your father. But fuck do you look so damn good right now.
"Here they are!" You finally manage to retrieve Adam's usual workout attire from the bottom of his bag. "Here you go, Adam. I'm going to shower and grab some breakfast. But we can catch up later when you're back from the gym." You hand him his clothes before you walk over to the bathroom door.
Adam nods and watches your hips sway under his t-shirt all the way to the bathroom door. "Fuck." He mumbles to himself under his breath.
"Oh! Here's your shirt back, Adam. Thanks for letting me borrow it." The door cracks back open and Adam catches a small glimpse of your bare skin as his shirt comes flying at him and the door closes again.
"No problem," Adam shouts back as he catches his shirt.
Adam stares at the shirt in his hands for a moment. It's not even near his nose, and yet he can smell your perfume wafting off of it. He grumbles to himself and tosses the shirt in his bag. Now he's the one that needs a cold shower. It's a good thing that the gym has ones for the patrons to use.
Later in the morning Adam comes back from the gym and heads up to the hotel room. When he gets inside he finds the bathroom door wide open and you standing in front of the mirror doing your makeup. His jaw damn near unhinges when he gets a glimpse of your outfit.
A pair of jean booty shorts hug your ass for dear life as you lean over the sink to see the mirror closer. You've got on a black halter top, boobs threatening to spill out the front of the shirt because you're leaning so far over the sink. And then there's the fishnet tights covering your legs and hugging your thighs in a way that should be illegal.
"I'm back from the gym," Adam announces himself to the room after swallowing a bucket of saliva.
"Hmm? Oh, hey, Adam." You set down your mascara wand and return to a straight upright position. "How was the gym?" You ask him nonchalantly.
Adam walks over to his bags and distracts himself by looking for a change of clothes. "It was fine." He shrugs. "Did you get breakfast yet?" He asks you.
"Yeah, I ordered some room service." You answer him and finish up your makeup. "What about you? We've still got some time before that meet and greet with Darby, Sting, Christian, and Nick, later."
Adam finds himself a clean shirt and pants and prays that you aren't leaning over the bathroom counter again when he looks back at you. And thankfully for him, you aren't.
"I grabbed something on the way back from the gym," Adam answers your question with a relieved sigh. "You look nice." He can't help but comment.
"Thanks!" You grin innocently. "You can change in here now. I'm just going to clean up my suitcase and grab my shoes and bag. Then we can head out to the venue." You step out of the bathroom.
Adam nods and shuts the bathroom door behind him.
The ride to the venue is mostly silent. You and Adam arrive a bit early and head inside to get situated at your booth for the day. Adam runs into Christian and chats with him for a while. Meanwhile, you chat with Darby and Nick on the other side of the booth.
"Holy shit, is that YN?" Christian comments when he spots you over Adam's shoulder.
"Yeah," Adam mumbles to himself.
Christian blinks a few times at you before he turns back to his best friend. "Adam, buddy. You want to switch travel partners with me?" He jokes with Adam.
"Shut up." Adam scoffs, but Christian easily notices the flustered look on his friend's face.
"Oh, you are so looking to bang her aren't you?" Christian laughs. "I mean. I don't blame you one bit. But still." He chuckles and claps Adam on the shoulder.
Adam swats Christian's hand away and shakes his head. "She's young enough to be my daughter." He protests.
"Young girls are the most fun." Christian fires back. "Trust me on that one, buddy." He grins. "Come on, Adam. How long have you and Beth been split? Almost a year, right? When was the last time you got laid?" He asks Adam.
"Christian!" Adam glares at his friend.
Christian rolls his eyes playfully and shrugs. "Hey, all I'm saying is if you don't make a move soon, Adam. Then someone else is bound to." He points across the booth.
Adam turns around and spots Ricky Starks now talking with you and Darby. Starks is also getting ready for a meet and greet. And the current tag champ is standing closer to you than Adam would like.
"Don't take the guy's head off, man." Christian laughs when Adam's face warps into one of hate and jealousy. "YN ain't your, remember, Adam?" He teases Copeland. "Not yet anyway." He mumbles that last part to himself as Adam stomps off.
Adam marches over to you and Ricky chatting. As he grows closer he picks up on Ricky blatantly flirting with you like there is no tomorrow. And it pisses him off.
"Ricky! I didn't know you'd be here." Adam stops when he's looming right behind you.
"Hmm, oh! Hey, Adam." You jump a bit when you hear Copeland's voice, but turn around and greet him with a smile. "Ricky's working a booth on the other side of the venue. He just swung by to say hello to me and Darby." You explain.
Adam looks over your shoulder at Ricky and Starks takes an instinctive step back when he sees the look on Adam's face.
"Yeah...I'll catch you later, sugar." Ricky quickly tucks tail and retreats back to his booth.
"Bye, Ricky." You wave at Starks with a smile, unaware of Adam giving Starks the death glare from behind you.
The venue is set to open soon so you take a seat with Adam and get ready for a day of taking photos and signing things.
As the day drags on you can't help but notice Adam mean-mugging every dude that lingers a bit too long when they ask for photos or autographs. Normally you'd just choc it up to his overprotective dad instincts kicking in since he's got two daughters. But there's something about the way he always looks at you after whatever man he scared off is gone. Like the way, an alpha protects his girl from other potential suitors stalking around her.
At the end of the day, the venue is closing up and you wait around to see if Ricky is going to ask you to dinner. You spot Starks heading your way and smile at him. But Ricky only makes it about halfway across the room before you watch him stop cold in his tracks and turn right back around. Confused, you turn behind you and find Adam standing a few feet away.
"Hey, Adam?" You walk over to Copeland, unable to keep this behavior to yourself anymore. "Can I ask you something?" You ask him.
"Sure, YN." Adam nods.
You bite your lip, unsure how to phrase your question. "I sort of notice that you spent all day shooing away some of my more handy and stalky fans." You explain. "Which, thanks. But, I guess I just have to ask. Was that like your fatherly instincts kicking in?" You ask Adam. "Or was it something else? Because I don't know if it's because I've always had a huge crush on you. But It kind of seemed like to me like you were keeping guys away, like Ricky, because you want me all to yourself." You explain in a nervous ramble. "And if it wasn't that? Well, I'm sorry that I even brou-"
Your nervous ramble is cut off when suddenly Adam cups your face in his hands and crashes his lips to yours.
"You've been driving me fucking crazy from the moment we met," Adam whispers against your lips.
"S-mm-sorry." You whisper back between desperate kisses.
Your hands cling to Adam's jacket as he kisses you. Your head spins uncontrollably as Adam presses his body into yours. You had a dream just like this once. And if it is another dream, then you don't ever want to wake up.
You and Adam both finally come up for air but remain smushed against one another as you both pant. "Thank Christian for me please." You giggle.
"Christian? For what?" Adam replies breathlessly.
"For encouraging you to take a chance with me." You reply. "I know Cage has been eyeing me up like a dog. But he never made a move, which confused me. But now I know why." You explain.
Across the room, Christian spots you and Adam and smiles to himself. "YOU'RE WELCOME!" He shouts from across the room.
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How do you think Christian Cage would react to someone dissing his wife y/n in a promo?
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What happens when the rivalry between Christian Cage and Adam Copeland goes too far and causes Adam to say some controversial unscripted things about Y/n and the Patriarchy
word count: 1K+
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I currently sat in my private locker room with Killswitch, Nick Wayne, my wife Y/n and our baby girl Madaline. The five of us sat in a comfortable silence as we watched Collison on the tv in the locker room. Looking around the room I felt a fuzzy feeling in my chest, I was surrounded by my beautiful dysfunctional family. The people I loved most. I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard Y/n and Nick start to boo at the screen. I looked to find my former best friend turned arch rival Adam Copeland on the screen. Copeland had been on my ass for months, ever since he arrived in AEW he wouldn't leave me or my family alone. I was on my last straw with him, what else could he want from me. I already beat him TWICE, for god sakes he put my son through a flaming table! He has no right to be demanding another title shot, he is undeserving.
I watched as Adam walked to the ring microphone in hand, what the hell did he want now.
“I am sick and tired of Christian Cage and the Patrarchy, all they do is cheat. If it wasn’t for Y/n and her tricks I would be standing here as your TNT Champion. Speaking of Y/n I don’t think you know this but in real life her and Christian Cage are married. Yeah, let that sink in for a moment. I guess Christian Cage really does have a thing for fatherless wrestlers, bonus points if they are way younger than he is.”
I could feel my blood boiling as I heard the words fall from Adams mouth. I looked to Y/n and she was in shock like the rest of us. “I mean she is 20 years younger than him! But hey who am I to judge, if I was Christian Cage I would do the same thing. I mean have you seen her, damn. Christian you better watch out because once I take your title I’m going to take your controversally young wife. Which by the way you only married because you knocked her up, nice job having a newborn at 50”
At this point I was livid, I wanted to kill Adam Copeland, how dare he talk about my family like that. For someone who gets so mad when someone brings up his family it’s ironic how he has no problem talking about other peoples relationships.
“While I’m at it did you know the the age gap between Nick Wayne and Y/n is significantly lower than her’s with Christian, Gross. Y/n if a filty who-” Just then his mike was cut
That was the final straw, I stormed out of my private locker room and ran to the stage. I was going to make him pay. I knew this was probably a trap but I didn’t care, my adrenaline was pumping. I jumped on top of Adam and beat the bloody hell out of him for real. He tried to cover himself from my blows but they did nothing. I was able to get a good amount of shots in before security pulled me off of him. “I’m going to fucking kill you! What the fuck is your problem huh!” I yelled to Adam as security held us apart. The audience was shocked, they could tell that this wasn’t a work, for god sakes they cut off his mike before he did any more damage. My adrenaline was still pumping and I knew I coudn’t let Adam have the last word, especially after he disrespected my wife. I managed to steal a microphone that thankfully worked.
“What the hell is your problem. You disgust me, how dare you speak of my wife and family like that. I think you are jealous of me. You have a boring marriage that has no love, you are married to an old hag who can’t even sleep in the same bed as you. Can’t you accept that I am just better than you, I have a better life, a better wife, I am the TNT champion god dammit. Just acceppt it and move on, and speaking of cheating just go home and beg your wife to forgive you for cheating on her AGAIN. Now I’ll admit that I am an asshole but I would never so something like that to the woman I love. Oh and I dare you to talk about Y/n again, next time I will make sure to kill you”
With that I left, security escorted me backstage and out of the building. I didn’t even care of the consequences I could possibly face, I was proud of defending my family. On my way out I saw all the wrestlers backstage comforting Y/n who was understandably very upset. It warmed my heart to see.
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A day has passed since the incident with Adam Copeland and myself on Collision. Like I assumed everyone was talking about it. Considering in this rivalry I am the bad guy Y/n and myself had received nothing but support during the whole situation. People were turning on Adam for his actions, being disgusted with what he said. AEW made the decision to give Copeland a four week suspension along with making him put out an public apology. The following is a total BS apology from Adam Copeland;
*I would like to sincerely apologise to Y/n, Christian Cage, AEW and the fans for my actions on Saturday. What I said was truly uncalled for. I apologise to everyone who was offended with my words. I take full responsibility for my actions and will continue to work on being a better person. - Rater R Superstar Adam Copeland*
What a total jerk.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that” I told Y/n as the two of us lied in bed, mutaly deciding we would spend the day rotting in bed after what happened not even 24hrs ago. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t know he was going to say that” She told me reassuringly “I know but what he said was fucked up. I love you so much, like so so much. I would do anything for you Y/n” I told her as I began to place delicate kisses on her neck. “What are you doing?” Y/n said playfully
“Showing you how much I love you”
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(Christian Cage x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Angst very much angst, You are adams best friend, fighting, cussing, shayna wayne
You and Adam have been friends for a few years now. When he left the WWE, you went with him. Christian noticed you when you would hang out backstage while waiting for Adam. He had to get to Adam, so he knew the only way would be through you.
So Christian came up with a plan that his group only knew about. He planned to make you fall for him, play with your heart, get you to distract Adam at their match, and keep his title.
His plan went into effect. Christian flirted with you. You didn't return the flirts at first, but he was so nice and caring to you, so you flirted back. He eventually asked you out on a date, which you accepted. He would spoil you here and there with gifts.
But the worst thing about his plan was that Christian began to fall for you as time went on, but he knew he had to keep his plan going. He hoped you would forgive him in the end, but time would tell.
Christian and Adam's match came up. You would be ringside to make sure Shayna didn't try anything. You were watching the fight. Christian looked really hurt. The truth was, he wasn't, he was faking it. You watched Adam go to hit Christian again. You got in the ring, stopping him. He looked at you confused. "Adam, he's had enough. Just pin him."
Christian took the distraction and hit Adam with the title. Shayna had slid toward him while Nick distracted the ref. You looked at Christian in shock. You watched as Christian pinned Adam for the win. You heard Shayna laughing and mocking you. "You really thought he could love you."
Christian looked at you with a sorry look as the ref raised his hand up. You were checking on Adam. "Adam, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Adam pushed you away. "Just get away from me."
You felt like you could cry now. You were backstage, sitting on a crate. You heard footsteps, hoping it was Adam. You looked up, seeing Christian. "He will forgive you, you know." Christian spoke up. You laughed. "Get the fuck away from me."
"Look, I'm sorry," Christian sighed. "But I had to keep my title." You stood up and said, "So your title was more important?" You looked him in the eyes, and he didn't answer, "I truly loved you, you know." You sighed Christian looked down. "I know." You shook your head. "Just stay away from me." You walked away.
Christian heard footsteps. He turned, seeing Shayna. He sighed, "You love her?" She asked him, and he nodded "yeah."
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Kinktober Day 2 - Thigh Riding {Edge}
Pairing: Edge x Female! Reader (reader is in her late 20’s)
Synopsis: Edge (Adam) finds out you’re reading smut of him alone in his locker room, and ends up acting out the smut fanfic of him.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut, Language, Thigh Riding (in the main prompt), Degradation, Adam is acting out the fanfic of him in this fic mainly, fluff? 18+ Only
Word Count: 900+
You had your legs tightly crossed together in the middle of reading a smut fanfic of your Fiance Adam in his locker room. Other than the smut fanfics you previously read about him, this one was a bit different from the rest, but much more erotic. Once you gotten to the end, your eyes were bulged, holy fucking shit did you not expect that? Even The Rated R Superstar wouldn’t be that skilled to act upon what you’ve just read about him regarding his age.
A playful knock pondered on the door.
‘’Babe, I’m about to come in!’’
The voice of Adam erupted through your ears, you exited out of the website you were just on and placed your phone on your lap faced down so it wasn’t obvious. A shuttered laugh came out of you right when Adam appeared in the room.
‘’What’s so funny?’’ He asked with both of his eyebrows raised, noticing your phone lighting up.
Oh shit.
‘’N-nothing, just something funny on my phone, nothing for you to see.’’ You grit your teeth, trying to hide your phone from plain sight. Adam gestured for you to hand over your phone,
‘’Oh, can I see what’s funny on your phone? I’d love to have a good laugh.’’ He stated, smiling slightly.
‘’F-fine,’’ You stuttered, afraid that he might actually go through your search history with shaky hands, surrendering the phone to your Fiance.
He stood back, looking down at your phone. Adam had a shocked, yet surprised look on his face.
‘’Oh no, did I forget to close out that tab?’’ You added a mental thought in your head in a cold sweat.
‘’Doll, you’ve been reading dirty stories about me weren’t you?’’ He asked sternly, eyes now growing dark, with your phone still in the palm of his hand taking a big step towards you as his intimidating height towered over your smaller frame.
The bothersome heat began to grow between your legs, you broke out into a cold sweat not knowing what your fiance had going on inside his brilliant, mature mind. The complete silence fell silently throughout his locker room, the taller, older Canadian man sat down next to you on the bench you were sat upon.
‘’Get on my lap, take your bottoms and panties off. No questions asked.’’ Adam demanded, his index finger pointing down at his lap.
You scooched yourself over closer to him, completely following his demand to kick your shorts alongside your panties off. You let out this dramatic sigh of relief when the feeling of your exposed heat rubbed exactly right on his clothed thigh. He cleared his throat, and began reading:
‘’Adam fucked you roughly against the fogged up glass of the shower door, his solid rock hard cock worshipping your cunt,’’
You held back an erotic moan, biting down your lip hard while his knee began to bounce up and down rapidly against your wet core. Making a ‘’hmph’’ sound and t’sking at how wet you were on his clothed lap, he continued on:
‘’Look at you baby doll, all pathetic and whiny underneath me taking me so good, said Adam. Y/N was all fucked out by the man who could make her feel this good just to go for another round.’’
‘’A-Adam,’’ you blissfully moaned out his name, riding his thigh, getting yourself off to the tone of his rough voice alone, reading that same fanfic you were reading minutes before he even entered the room.
‘’Good fuckin’ girl, he praised you, admiring your juices flowing down on either sides of your plump, fleshy thighs. Adam had Y/N exactly where he wanted her, moonlit face and drop dead gorgeous frame pressed against the shower doors, my fuckin’ god was it a beautiful sight or what?’’
‘’Fuck!’’ You cursed aloud, your juices sticking like honey to the fabric of your other half’s pants, who seemingly wasn’t bothered by it at all.
‘’Fucking holy hell are you wet for me?’’ He broke character for a split second focusing his attention off of the phone, his eyes narrowed down at his pants. He was this good reading to you and scruntnizing your every fucking move with your phone in the palm of his calloused, larger hand, it turned you on even more by the fact he had good acting skills. The way he bounced his knee just right to hit your sensitive spot, Adam’s voice and everything was — how do you explain it in words? just ugh.
The much older Canadian man moved a strand of your h/c hair out of your face, he pressed his forehead so gently towards yours, your glistening eyes got lost into his hazel orbs. His breath smelt like minty gum, something that was addicting to your senses you couldn’t get yourself out of. You loved every little thing about your lover, he made you melt within seconds – that’s how special your man was to you. Suddenly, he stopped bouncing his knee, bringing you closer to his chest. The men’s cologne that he wore on his red and black tarot card t-shirt singed your nostrils, his long, lanky fingers ran through strands of your hair.
‘’Did you like it…?’’ He second guessed himself, holding back a nervous chuckle.
‘’No, Adam. I loved it, and I love you.’’ You replied, a smile crept upon his lips, giving you a gentle peck on your lips.
‘’Maybe I should do smut fanfic reading more often with you.’’
Authors Note: Almost forgot about posting this one, it is 6:40pm here and I literally had to work an 8 hour shift today ; but likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 - Shar??
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Hi again! I was wondering if you can write me a story. It’s Edge x Reader and reader gets into a very bad situation (up to you to decide what said situation is!) and he almost loses her and he has to save her. I’m an absolute sucker for Edge and angsty stories that end well lol. Tysm!
“Hold on”
Edge x fem reader
Type- Angst to fluff
Warnings- close encounter with death, choking, mentions of head injuries, hospital talk, threats
A/n- im back 🤭 but fr i hope this is what you wanted angst wise! After this I’ll go and post tattooed in your brain when final changes are made. But for now enjoy this! And if you guys would like some more edge content lmk and I’ll get a tag list started for him :3
“Oh my god! They’re stopping the match! I think y/n is seriously injured!”
You were.
You were extremely injured.
Your vision was going in and out, you could feel the blood dripping down your body.
It was bad.
Very bad.
Why wasn’t anyone stopping them?
You had been fighting Paige, you and her had a feud going on for a couple of weeks.
She had enough of you and was ready to put you away.
You thought she was joking.
Your head was busted open extremely bad, and there were cuts all over your body.
“I’m fucking done with you! I don’t want to see your dumbass face again! Not even at your own funeral!”
She grabbed you by the throat and started choking you, all the strength leaving your body.
You didn’t hear his music hit, you just saw Paige look over at the ramp and laugh.
You barely saw that though.
You were loosing air quickly, it wasn’t gonna be long before you were out.
Or dead.
She let go of you and rolled out of the ring, leaving you to gasp for breath while fading in and out.
“Y/n? Holy shit where’s the medics?”
It was edge.
Your boyfriend.
He pulled you close to him and yelled at the others around him.
You weren’t able to get enough air anyways.
As your vision blacked out you felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten.
“Y/n? Please hold on”
The ref’s bustled around edge, signaling the need for medical attention.
He was red in the face with dark red blood on his body.
Nothing like this had happened before.
No one had been this hurt before.
No one actually had to intent to kill someone before.
Everything around them was stained red.
Edge sat there, breathing heavy as he kept his lovers bleeding body close to him.
He was loosing his shit.
He kept yelling, even as medical staff surrounded him.
He didn’t want to give her up, he was too scared
Eventually they convinced him, allowing him to stay next to her at all times.
And he did,
He didn’t let go of her hand once.
Even as they tried to wipe off the blood he didn’t let her go
Even as they wheeled her into the ambulance and drove her away.
The only time they were able to peel him away was when they arrived and had to take you back.
Only then he was left in the waiting room with blood stained clothes and a racing mind.
Fuck Paige.
“Edge?”
He turned around to see Paul behind him with a duffle bag.
“Go change, I want to talk”
“I don’t need it”
“Like hell you do, go change. I’m not leaving until she’s back.”
You woke up to bright led lights and extreme pain in your entire body.
It felt like you couldn’t move.
You groaned and started to panic, you had no clue what happened.
“Shhh it’s okay it’s okay, I’m here darling”
You felt rough hands around your cheek, seeing your long haired boyfriend come into your vision.
“Don’t panic, I’m right here I promise”
Your lip quivered, tears flooding your vision .
“It hurts”
“I know it does, but it’s gonna be okay”
You tried to move again, failing miserably.
“Don’t move dear, the doctors don’t want you to.”
He wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead.
“I’m scared”
He grabbed your hand, holding it gently.
“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon I promise”
You tried your best to nod, your head raging at you as you did.
You just wanted to go home.
“What happened with her?”
He looked up at you.
“There’s some things happening, she’s probably gonna be released”
You smiled faintly.
It was horrible.
She was borderline insane
But that was behind you.
“How long am I here?”
He shrugged, kissing your hand.
“They don’t know, depends on your recovery. But you shouldn’t be talking, they don’t want your throat fucking up more.”
You forgot about that
You could only imagine the bruising there would be on your neck.
He seemed to notice your upset look on your face and smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’ll go away eventually”
You looked and gave him a small smile again.
Throughout the recovery process he didn’t leave your side.
With every test, every check up.
He was there.
You kind of felt bad, he was doing so much for you.
But he didn’t care how much he had to sacrifice.
You sat on your bed dressed, waiting for him to get back from the paper work
After a week you were finally able to go home.
The doctors said your recovery time was insane, considering the extent of your injuries.
“You ready?”
You smiled and turned towards him, standing up as he walked over.
He rested his hands on your hips, kissing your lips and smiling into the kiss.
“I’m proud of you, you know?”
You just chuckled.
“You did all the work silly!”
He shook his head and held onto your hand, grabbing his bag and leading you out of the hospital.
“I would do it again and again just for you.”
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Blood Brothers: A Brood Origin Story
Or as I also like to put it - Vampire with the Moral Backbone of a Chocolate Eclair Forcibly Adopts Two Wayward Canadian Bimbos
11/11/23: Chapter 6 is officially up!
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Happy Birthday Bluejay
It was Christian's birthday, he'd already gotten gifts from his family but felt a little dissappointed that he hadn't gotten anything from his best friend yet. Not even a magazine or a candy bar. Maybe he'd bring it when he came over tonight to hang out. They were going to go to a movie and then just hang out.
Adam had his gift in his bag, he'd saved up to get Christian the new pair of skates he'd wanted and had been looking at. He was sure his best friend was probably saving up for them too but it was his birthday and you only turned 16 once. He left his bag in Christian's room while they were gone, planning to wait until they got back to give him his gift.
They were back at home after and listening to music, still working on snacks they'd bought. "Hey, happy birthday man." Adam said, kicking his leg and reaching for his bag. Jay sat up, watching him reach into his bag "You get me something?" he asked "Yeah, so you can save for something else."
Christian frowned then his eyes went wide when he saw the skates. "Woah, thanks man." He said, sitting on the floor and looking at the skates. "Knew you needed a new pair." Adam said. Jay didn't say anything and put them aside and leaned forward for a hug. Adam returned the hug and held him for a moment.
neither could say who moved first but next thing they knew, their lips were touching. They didn't jump apart, not right away but they didn't try to deepen it either, not yet. Jason sat back, breathless and they both smiled. They pretended nothing happened while they hung out and watched tv but when they were back in that bedroom about to go to sleep Adam spoke up. "What was that?"
"I don't know. Didn't mean to.."
"Me either, it was nice though. Can I..."
"Please?"
that's all Adam had to hear before moving to his side and pulling him close again, their lips meeting then their tongues moving together. The kiss broke and they went back to laying down, having enjoyed that. "Happy birthday Bluejay." Adam said softly, making Jay smile.
#christian cage#adam copeland#aew#fanfic#not the greatest but a fic from an idea inspired by things from the show
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Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Adam Copeland Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing. F/Reader gets hurt, but not very detailed.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
WC: 870
'I'm gonna fucking kill Jay.'
Is the only thought racing around my head as I ran down the hospital hallway, towards my wife's room. I looked at each number on the door until I finally got to room 12.
I took a few deep breaths, bracing myself for what I was going to see. I opened the door, and the nurse and my wife looked at me. My heart broke at what I saw.
She had a bandage wrapped around her head, a black eye, a few scratches, and her arm was in a sling.
"Adam." She said my name, her eyes on me, as I looked her up and down.
"Babygirl." Was all I could say, as a lump formed in my throat. The nurse left us alone as I sat down in the chair next to her hospital bed.
"What happened?" I knew it involved Shayna.
Tears started to fall from her eyes, which broke my heart.
"Jay did this. I know he is behind this. He has Shayna wrapped around his finger."
When I heard her mention Jay, a red-hot anger went through my whole body.
Jay and I were best friends growing up, which made me and his sister grow up together as well.
I only saw her as this annoying kid until she came home from summer camp when we were in high school, and it was like she blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
I hated that she started to date, and at first, I thought I was just looking out for her, my best friends sister.
Then Jay and I graduated, and I stayed away from her.
Then, one day, she came to visit Jay at work, and I couldn't help myself. She was single, I was single, and I asked her out.
She said yes with no hesitation, and we haven't looked back. We got married and had three beautiful boys together. We thought Jay would have been happy for us.
The complete opposite, actually. He instantly became angry at us, and I became his number 1 enemy.
Jay couldn't handle his sister and I together, even though we have been together for over a decade now.
Even though Jay and I do not talk, he still talks to his sister. When he comes over to visit, I am not home. Holidays are not spent together. But every since I started at AEW, it seems his hatred has grown even more for me, which I didn't think was possible.
With me around AEW, she was around more. I could see her, Jay, and Shayna talking.
But after a bit, she would come back to me, angry. I kept asking her what had happened, but she always said that it didn't matter until the other day.
She slammed the locker room door behind her, shocking me as she didn't like doors slamming.
"Hey, hey, hey, baby girl. What happened?" I patted my legs, and she sat down in my lap, wrapped her arms, my neck, and my arms around her waist.
"Just Jay. He keeps saying that you are flirting with the female wrestlers. Saying that he had caught you with one of the backstage hands, her giving you a blow job."
I started to tell her he is lying. Of course he is. Why would I cheat on her?
"I know, Adam. I know you would never do that to me, but I think it is time to cut him off. I can't handle him badmouthing you anymore."
She decided that yesterday and went to talk to Jay today. I was at home, relaxing on my day off. The boys were all with friends. I was just about to put on my favourite movie when I got the call from David Harwood. He told me what happened.
"Adam, it was crazy. One second, she was talking to Jay. The next second, there was a scream, and Shayna was on top of her." I zoned him out until he told me what hospital she was at, and raced over here.
"I'm going to kill Jay and Shayna." I spit out their names, standing up from the chair and started to pace back and forth.
"Adam, don't do something stupid." She softly said. I stopped pacing and looked at her.
"Your own brother had someone attack you. He has taken it too damn far."
"Adam, sit down, please." I fought with myself, wanting to leave this room and beat the shit out of my brother-in-law.
"I am not asking. You know he will fight dirty. Sit down and calm down. I am fine. I will heal."
"But baby girl," She interrupted me.
"I will heal Adam. Nothing he does will ever get through us."
"We am pressing charges, though. Shayna and Jay."
"I agree. Maybe this will get him to back off."
"And he is not allowed on our property." I firmly said.
"I agree. He is out of my life. From this moment on, I have no brother."
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I could have breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he will be out of private lives. I can figure out work, but for now, no more Jay in our home.
Part 2
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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
Word 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 🖤
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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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Trust 🩷
Thanks @judgementdaysunshine for sending in your request! Your prompts were helpful and I loved your idea. I hope you like it 🖤
Word count: 2,365
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
GIF credit: @r-truth
Original Request:
Can I have young Adam Copeland x Fem reader where he stays and takes care of her after being jumped and it leads to fluffy smut with friends to lovers? along with the prompts
"Can I trust you?" + "You mean the world to me" + "I want you"
Disclaimers: Cursing, black eye, concussion, cuts/abrasions, bruised ribs, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.
I wrote this story about a younger Adam Copeland, but he's in AEW instead. I don't know much about his time in WWE, so I wrote what I'm familiar with. Sorry if it's confusing 😅
Your relationship with Adam goes through some changes after you get attacked...
The House of Black had it out for you, especially the TBS champion Julia Hart. Every week on Dynamite she made her intentions and feelings known to you and the rest of the world that she does not like you and would love nothing more than to take you down. She thinks you are weak and hates the things you stand for such as kindness and goodness. Your light shined brighter than her darkness and she was bound and determined to put it out. Something inside of you kept you calm and unafraid of Julia and the rest of the House of Black members. There was no way their empty threats and harsh words were going to get the better of you!
One of your coworkers you just started being friendly with reached out to you after Dynamite was off the air. He appeared genuinely concerned about you. “I heard what Julia said about you tonight and I just wanted to check on you. Are you okay?”
Adam’s kindness was refreshing, especially after the things Julia said to you earlier. He was incredibly handsome, which made your stomach do a flip when your eyes met his. His long blonde hair, 6’5 body frame, and his bright smile made you forget how to speak momentarily. “Oh! Yes, I-I’m fine, Adam! I appreciate you checking on me, but It’s going to take a lot more than Julia to scare me. I stopped being afraid of the dark a long time ago,” you joked. The sound of Adam’s laughter made you smile, and from that moment on you made it a goal to hear it as often as possible.
Time marched on, only bringing you and Adam closer. There was hardly a time where the two of you weren’t together. Your personalities complimented each other well, but there was something stronger that made both of you gravitate towards one another. The way he looked at you, cared for you, and his protectiveness over you was something that you weren’t accustomed to in your past relationships. Something about him made you want to trust him and believe everything he had to say and that scared you.
You were afraid that you were getting in too deep with him, so you tried your best to keep him at arm’s length even when your heart begged you not to. The dreams you were having about Adam lately were anything but friendly. They were downright dirty! A couple nights you woke up panting with dewy skin from the sexy things he did to you, only leaving you longing for your dreams to be reality. Was it possible that you were falling for your closest friend?
Late one night, you were leaning up against Adam’s rental car while you waited on him to finish up inside the arena. He needed to gather his things and change into street clothes before he could join you and drive the both of you back to the hotel. He was hesitant to let you go outside on your own, but you insisted that you would be fine. While you were lost in scrolling through your phone, someone walked up behind you and attacked you! You didn’t have any time to fight back as their blows to your body just kept coming. There was no way you could scream or cry out for help since the wind had been knocked out of you when your attacker kicked you in the stomach and ribcage.
Any of your exposed skin continuously brushed up against the rough pavement, giving you scrapes and abrasions all over. You could already tell your eye was starting to swell just moments after being struck by a fist. The attacker never spoke or made a sound, so there was no way you could identify their figure that was covered in all black clothing. With one final punch, you felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness. Your body was limp as you laid on the ground silently wishing the pain radiating through you would go away. You were unaware of how much time had passed when you heard muffled footsteps and curses getting closer and closer to where you were. “Shit, Y/N! Open your eyes for me baby, come on! Please be okay! You have to be okay!” a familiar voice cried out. “My beautiful Y/N, stay with me,”
When you finally came to, you found yourself back inside the arena in what appeared to be the medical room. You heard Adam speaking softly to someone else nearby, explaining where and how he found you. “I walked up to the car, and she was lying on the ground next to it. There wasn’t anyone else around by the time I got to her, so who knows for sure who did this! In my panic I scooped her up and carried her to you. Y/N is going to be okay, right Doc?”
Your voice was nearly inaudible when you called out for Adam, but he still heard it and rushed to your side. “Y/N! Oh, thank God! I was so worried about you sweetheart. You’re safe now, I’m not going to let anything else happen to you! I’ve got Doc Sampson here with us and he’s going to take a look at you,” he explained on the brink of tears. The grip he had on your hand was firm, but it brought you great comfort knowing he was there with you.
Two weeks had gone by since you were jumped, that night still replays in your mind frequently. Doc Sampson had diagnosed you with bruised ribs and a concussion, along with several cuts and a black eye. Adam insisted that you come stay with him while you recovered since the doctor didn’t want you being alone until you were medically cleared. Tony Kahn granted you as much time off as you needed to recover, and he even launched an internal investigation to find your attacker! Considering how Julia was always vocal about her hatred towards you, her previous words and actions put her in the hot seat. Even if she wasn’t the one who laid hands on you, she had to play some kind of role in your attack.
Early one morning, you woke up abruptly after having a nightmare. You tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall back asleep afterwards. You threw in the towel on getting anymore sleep so you made your way to the couch in the living room. You sat in the early morning silence, going over the recent events trying to piece the puzzle of your attack together. Your mind started to drift into darker places, and you began questioning everything and everyone you’ve ever known. Why would someone do this to you? What could you have done that was so bad to deserve this kind of pain? How could you trust anyone after all this?
You were rounding the corner of the hallway on your way to the bathroom when Adam suddenly appeared in front of you, causing you to jump in surprise! “Whoa, hey! It’s me! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought I heard a noise, so I wanted to investigate. What are you doing up so early?” he said softly.
When he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he took you in his arms and embraced you tightly. “What’s wrong? Why the tears sweetheart?” Adam murmured against your hair. Your head rested on his chest, his scent floating around your nose giving you a momentary gift of peace that allowed you to speak, “I-I don’t even know anymore Adam! I thought I was brave, that goodness always wins, but now I’m not so sure. My attack has me questioning everything! I don’t know what to believe anymore,”
While running his hand up and down your back trying to soothe you, Adam asked you to elaborate, “What exactly are you questioning, Y/N?”
“The choices I’ve made in life. If I’m strong or if I’m weak. Who I can trust! Can I trust you, Adam?” your words came out rushed and fragile. When you pulled your face away, the pained look Adam had on his face made you feel worse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You’ve done so much for me with my recovery, and you’ve always been there for me long before I was attacked. I’m such a mess,”
“Look, Y/N. You mean the world to me, you always have. Of course, you can trust me, I will always protect you and do my best to help ease your worries. As long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters,” Adam’s hands were cradling your face, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears that fell from his sweet words. The vulnerability in his eyes made you melt into his touch, and it reminded you that Adam is one of the good ones. When he felt your body relax, he suggested you lay down with him in his bed and you agreed. He took you by your hand and led you into his room and helped you get situated.
He propped himself up on his elbow, his head resting in his hand while the other ran gently up and down your arm. You reached over with your hand and brushed Adam’s cheek with the backs of your fingers, his stubble scratchy underneath them. You moved your fingers down his jawline to his neck, the feeling of his beating heart seemed to quicken as you traced along his collarbone.
You ran your fingers through his chest hair which caused goosebumps to form on his skin and you couldn’t help but notice how well his body was responding to your touch. Your worry and anxiety seemed to suddenly dissipate, your body now consumed with want and need. You were craving Adam now more than ever before. It was as if he was reading your mind when he grabbed hold of your wrist, bringing it to his lips and planting soft kisses there. He kissed each pad of your fingertips, the tenderness of his simple act caused heat to spread through your entire body and rest in between your legs. “Adam…” you whispered. “I want you. Kiss me. Make me forget about everything, please,”
There was a sudden hesitancy in Adam’s movements and expressions as he moved closer to you, making you wonder if your desire got the better of you in your recent plea. “Did I say something wrong?” you asked sheepishly.
“No, not at all. I’ve wanted you in this way for a long time Y/N. I don’t want you to force yourself, I know you’re still in pain. Are you sure you want to do this? What if we take our relationship to this next level and it messes everything up between us? What if-” You silenced Adam’s concerns when you pressed your finger against his lips, reassuring him with one last sentiment, “Don’t think, just feel. I need this, I need you,”
In one fluid motion, Adam was hovering above you, making quick work of removing your clothes. You winced when you sat up to help him take off your shirt, but smiled to let him know you were okay. “If any of this becomes too much for you, please tell me Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against your lips. Your bare chest brushed up against his when he closed the gap between your lips, your nipples quickly puckering at the soft friction. You began to tug and pull at Adam’s shorts and underwear, trying to remove them simultaneously. He shimmied out of them and tossed them to the floor, your panties joining them moments later.
Adam positioned himself in between your legs, the tip of his hard length lightly pressing up against your entrance. The anticipation was killing you, so you tried wrapping your legs around him and push him into you, but he resisted. “Easy there beautiful,” he chuckled. “I want to savor this moment; I want to savor you. After you were attacked, I blamed myself for it since I let you go outside by yourself that night. You’re everything to me Y/N and I never want to lose you,”
You ran your thumb over Adam’s bottom lip, taking a moment to soak it all in before you kissed him sweetly. “That night was not your fault Adam. I’m so thankful you found me and got me the help I needed. You’re never going to lose me. I hate to tell you, but you’re stuck with me now,” you smiled before kissing him once again.
With a gentle push, Adam eased himself inside of you, making sure to take his time so your walls could stretch around him. The sudden fullness you felt made you gasp. With each push, pull and rock of his hips, it brought you closer and closer to your release. The two of you were completely love drunk off each other, consumed by the feeling of your mind, body and souls connecting. Every sound Adam made excited you that much more, the sight of him completely losing himself in you was one you won’t forget. No one had ever been this gentle with you before, taking their time to please and satisfy your needs.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Adam murmured against the shell of your ear. “My beautiful girl,”
Your breathy pants and moans filled the bedroom, intertwining with Adam’s as both of you tumbled over the edge. “Yes! A-Adam! Oh Adam!” you cried out as the waves of your pleasure threatened to drown you. Your body quivered beneath him as the pressure deep inside of you finally released. Adam came inside of you after his last few thrusts, his length pulsating against your walls while he filled you with everything he had. His breathing was unsteady as he came back down to earth.
When you untangled yourselves from each other, sleep threatened to overtake you. Your mind and body were at ease now and you’d never felt more sated. Adam is your safe place, your best friend. You can’t imagine anyone else by your side.
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Father Copeland you are so special to me <3
Summary: After watching reader fight for her life in a street fight against Julia Hart, Adam wrestles with his shameful feelings for her.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you and Julia trade blows in the ring. Each hit collides with your body like a semi plowing through a car at full-speed. But you push on. Warm streams of blood ooze down your face from the cut above your eye and impairs your vision. But you were past seeing red before Julia managed to cut you open.
'Win!' You scream in your mind. 'You have to push through it! You have to win!' Your thoughts scream in your head as you swing your elbow towards Julia's face.
Your elbow collides with Julia's nose and the cartilage crunches inward from the force. Julia lets out a houl that would send a shiver down any normal person's spine. But it only motivates you further. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. You reign down another punch to Julia's face, hitting her square in her nose that it surely broken by now. You can barely see from the blood starting to crustify over your entire face, but you don't care. You've got little miss, 'princess of darkness' dead to rights now.
One more good hit to Julia's face and Aubrey is yanking you off of her. You can barely hear the bell ring over the roar of the crowd. You fall to your knee's, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. It's over. You did it. You beat Julia Hart for the TBS championship.
"And new, TBS Champion! YN LN!" Justin Roberts anounces your name and it's like music to your ears.
You work up the strenngth to rise to your feet and begin clawing at your face in order to remove some of the dried blood from it. You pick up the faint sound of footsteps approaching you as your vision begins to clear and you find your mentor waiting to present you with your hard-earned championship.
Adam Copeland.
"Congradulations, kid. That was one hell of a fight." Adam steps toward you with a proud smile. He hands the TBS championship over to you and raises your free hand high into the air. "Now come on. Let's get you cleaned up backstage. You should see yourself. Look's like something straight out of a horror movie." He chuckles lightheartedly.
"I feel like I just survived one." You match his laugh, despite the burn in your lungs.
Adam parts the ring ropes for you and helps you down off the apron. The two of you head up the ramp as the crowd all chants your name. You hold your head high as you head backstage. Adam directs you back to the locker room, and as soon as you're through the dour your knees begin to buckle.
"Shit!" Adam spots you falter as he's shutting the door behind him. He lurches forward and just manages to catch you before your legs give out. "YN! Are you alright?" Adam questions you as he helps hold you up.
"Yeah yeah." You nod, even though every possible inch of your body burns right now. "I just need to sit down." You assure him.
Adam nods and helps you over to a seat. You fall down into a chair with an exhausted sigh, clutching your new belt to your chest.
Adam towers over you with a worried look on his face. It's been four brutal months of watching you and Julia try and kill one another both in and out of the ring. And truth be told, Adam has hated every second of it. Copeland took you under his wing the same week he signed to AEW after watching you punch Christian square in the nose for trying to hit on you. He's been helping train you up since you're barely 22 and new to the wrestling business. Or at least that's what he tells himself anyway.
"I'm gonna go grab something to wash your face with." Adam clears his throat after a minute. "You rest. I'll be right back."
You nod, too exhausted to have any sort of protest or comment to make. You set your new belt down on your lap and admire the way it shines under the florecent locker room lights. You did it. It's your championship. You're a champion.
"Okay, I hope it's not too hot." Adam comes back with a damp cloth a few minutes later and leans down next to you.
"I can clean my own face, Adam" You protest when Copeland moves to do the job for you.
Adam shakes his head, not taking no for an answer. "You just went nearly an hour in a brutal street fight against a psychotic cult lady." He reminds you. "Let me do this for you. You deserve to rest up after all that."
"Fine." You huff.
With your protests silenced, Adam begins washing away the frankly alarming ammount of blood caked all over your face and neck. He tenatively washes away all the crusted muck that he can before he steps away from you. '
"There we go." Adam smiles to himself. "There's that sweet face again." He muses to himself. "How rested up are you feeling? Because now that it's not covered in an inch of dried sweat and blood. Well, you definetly need to go get that cut looked at before the night is over."
"Is it that bad?" You reply and reach a hand up to touch the wound.
Your fingers brush up against the cut and a stinging sensation flares up. You wince and nod to yourself, having answered your own question.
"Here, I'll walk you down there." Adam offers you a supportive arm to lean on.
"Thanks, Adam." You smile at him but stand up on your own. "But I'm a big girl, dad." You tease him playfully. "I can make it there by myself." You assure Copeland.
Adam nods, a twinge of guilt in his eyes.
'dad'
That term hits Copeland right in the chest as he watches you rise to your feet on your own. He's your mentor. Teacher. Nothing more. Copeland should be feeling proud of you right now. And he is, or rather, does. But pride isn't the only thing that he's feeling right now. Shame is another feeling welling up inside of him. Shame, because of the horrible thoughts that crossed his mind not half an hour ago while watching you dismantle Julia like some sort of feral gremlin. His feral gremlin. His woman. That's what you should be.
His. His and only his.
By the time Adam is done battling with his inner demons that are screaming at him to claim you as his, you are already gone from the locker room.
"Fucking hell." Adam mumbles to himself and plops down into a chair. "What the hell is the matter with me? She's young enough to be my daughter for christ sake!" He rubs a hand over his face.
"Who's young enough to be your daughter?" You come through the door and Copeland freezes up like a deer in headlights.
"YN!" Adam jumps out of his chair in surprise, a mortified look on his face. "That was fast!" He comments, chuckling nervously.
You nod and shut the door behind you. "Yeah. They gave me a couple of staples and then sent me on my way." You point to your head. "Anyway. Who's this young mystery girl you're so bent up about?" You ask him. "Anyone I know?"
"What?" Adam chokes. "I...umm...you..you heard that?" He stutters shamefully.
"Yep." You nod. "Well, some of it anyway." You clarify and set your chin your hand. "So. Who's the very lucky lady that you're pining after, Cope?" You ask him again.
Adam clears his throat and attempts to silently calm himself down. "It's no one." He insists. "Really. Nothing to worry about."
"Is that so?" You quirk a brow at your mentor. "Well then. That's boring." You frown.
Adam shrugs and settles back down into his seat. You seem to be satisfied with his half-assed answer. So Adam has no reason to be freaking out anymore. Right.
After a while of you and Adam chatting, you decide to spring a juicy piece of information in your mentor.
"You know, I ran into Ricky on the way back from the trainers room." You catch Adam's attention. "And he was telling me about a certain TNT champion that he saw making heart eyes at the tv monitors while my match with Julia was on." Your gaze flits to Copeland so you can gauge his reaction. "Well, heart eyes wasn't exactly what he said. But you catch my drift." You add with a sly smile.
"Oh?" Adam replies, and you watch him swallow thickly.
You nod and scoot closer to him with a grin. "So either you've got a serious crush on Julia that he need to discuss. Or, you've been keeping something from me, Adam." You confront him.
"Shit." Adam curses and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, YN." He sighs. "I...I never mean't for anything like this to happen. God, I'm so fucking ashamed of myself."
"Ashamed?" You reply. "Why is that?" You ask Adam. "Adam, what's the big deal that you've got a thing for me? I don't mind." You assure him.
Adam's eyes widen in surprise at your statement. "What? You don't?" He asks you. "How? YN, I'm more than twice your age! I...I could be your dad."
"You could certainly be my daddy, yes." You giggle with a teasing wink. "Adam, come on. You can relax. No one is going to care that you're twice my age, I can promise you that." You assure him.
"I...what the hell?" Adam shakes his head in disbeleif. "You really mean that? So....so, that means you feel the same then?" He asks you.
You nod and rise out of your seat. "I've had a crush on you for a criminally long time, Adam. Well, Christian was technically my first wrestling crush. But he doesn't need to know that." You add with a laugh. "So. Are you going to stop giving yourself a corinary and kiss me or not?" You tease him.
Adam manages to work up enough courage to reach forward and grab your arm. He yanks you down into his chair with one swift movement before crashing his lips to yours in a heated kiss that he's been dreaming about for months now. And it's even better than what he's been shamelessly picturing in his mind.
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Phone Call
Pairing: Edge x Self-insert (ME), mention of Damian Priest
Summary: Edge decided to send me a video call.
Warning: None. Just Fluff
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It was a quiet Monday night. I get out of a hot shower to relax myself.
Shaynell:(sighs) Whoo. That was a good shower. I need this after a long day of work.
I put on some fresh set of pajamas to make myself comfortable.
(phone rings)
Shaynell: Who's calling me at this hour?
I look at an unknown phone number via Whatsapp.
Shaynell: 828? I don't know anyone with that area code.
I reluctantly picks up the unknown phone number.
Shaynell:(shaking) Hello?
"Hey Boston Cream"
I recognize his voice and saw Edge on my screen.
Shaynell: Edge?
Edge:(smirks) In the living flesh.
Shaynell:(sighs) Oh thank god. I was so scared.
Edge: Scared of what?
Shaynell: Well, this is the first time you're calling me. How how you got my number?
Edge:(smirks) Easy. Damian give me your number.
Shaynell:(thinking) Damian!
Edge: So anyway. I just wanted to check up on you. Damian told me that you been feeling under the weather.
Shaynell: Yea. Having my period. These cramps are killing me right now. I'm trying to relax.
Edge: Aw. My poor little Boston cream.
Shaynell:(sighs) I know. Sorry I couldn't come see you. I miss you.
Edge: I miss you too, my little Boston cream, And don't apologize for anything. Relax and take it easy.
Shaynell: Aw. Thank you for being so sweet. You and Damian are the best thing that ever happens to me.
Edge: Oh Boston cream. That's the most sweetest thing you ever say.
Shaynell:(chuckling) By the way, where's Damian by the way?
Edge: He left the venue like 5 minutes ago. He say he would call you when he at the hotel. He ask me to tell you one thing.
Shaynell: What is it?
Edge: He told me that he miss you and he can't wait to see you again.
Shaynell:(blushing) Aw. Thank you.
Edge: And I mis you too, my little Boston cream.
Shaynell: I miss you too, sprinkles. I hope can see you again.
Edge:(chuckles) I hope so too.
Shaynell:(blushing) Thank you for checking up on me.
Edge: You're welcome. I hope you have good night.
Shaynell: You too, Sprinkles. I love you.
Edge: I love you too.
We waved goodbye before we hang up.
Shaynell:(sighs) What a night. I should get some more ice cream.
I smile as I get more ice cream before my upcoming call with Damian.
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Payback
Requested By: @houseofcopeland
Warnings: None that i know of
Julia was fighting against Skye Blue. She was having a tough time; she didn't notice that Adam Copeland came out.
Adam came out and decided to interfere with Julia's match to help her retain her title. Julia retained her title, thanks to Adam's help, they went backstage.
Julia and the rest of the House of Black stared at Adam. He spoke up, "Look, I pledge my allegiance to the House of Black, but I need your help. I want payback on Christian and the patriarchy and to win the title in Toronto."
Julia looks at Buddy, Malakai, and Brody. They all nodded. Malakai spoke up, "We can do that, but you have to help us win the Aew trio's titles." Adam nodded, "I can do that."
Adam kept up with his part of the deal; he helped the House of Black win the trio's titles, so now it was the House of Black's turn to keep up with their part of the deal.
Time came for Adam's and Christians match in Toronto. They were fighting in the ring when the House of Black came out. Christian was confused, but he kept fighting with Adam.
The boys handled Nick and Killswitch while Julia handled Shayna. Christian got distracted, which caused Adam to get the upper hand. He knocked Christian out, pinning him to the win.
When Christian came back to his senses, everything clicked. Adam had taken his title. He stood up. Adam smirked, putting down the title "At the end of the day, the house always wins," and he speared Christian.
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