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Mjf x reader
Angst with comfort with the prompt “shh, it’s okay. I’m here”
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BOUND BY BETRAYAL
The day hadn’t felt right. Hell, the month hadn’t felt right. You chalked it up to being nervous for Max with his title match and all, but the feeling in your gut told you otherwise. You would’ve told Max, but you didn’t want to make him any more stressed. Plus you were secluded to your own little locker room to get ready, not even a TV to watch along with the rest of the arena so you hadn’t really been able to see him very much.
Shortly after your match, which was successfully won, you’d made your way back to the dingy locker room after giving Max a visit to celebrate your win and of course, wish him good luck. Growing a little bored in the small room you move to open the door and just wander around, maybe say hi to a couple people before making your way to the guerrilla to watch Max’s match. But the door wouldn’t open. There’s no lock, and even if there was you hadn’t locked it. What the hell? You’re quick to start banging on the door, practically trying to rip the door handle off.
“Hello? Hey, I’m locked in here! Hey, someone help!” You yell, hoping someone can hear you through the thick wooden door. After way too long, a staff member finally reaches you and lets you know the door is jammed, unable to open from either side and they would have to call the local fire department to get you out. That was frustrating enough, but so was how long you would have to wait considering it wasn’t exactly an emergency. You’d probably miss Max’s match.
That sucked. Like really fucking sucked.
Stuck in the dumb little room and forced to communicate with a couple staff members through the door, who also couldn’t give you any updates on MJF’s match considering they were stuck in the hallway, ‘helping you’. After about 45 minutes a couple firefighters are able to make their way to the arena and help you out. Storming out of the room with a sigh of relief, thankful for some sort of fresh air. A different staff member rushes down the hall, she’d been tasked with figuring out who had done this- after they realized someone had jammed a couple of used gift cards and some paper towel around the knob of the door, it became pretty obvious you were set up.
“Any news?” You ask, looking over to her. She looked worried, a little sad. Like she held pity.
”I got a hold of the footage. It-it was Wardlow and The Kingdom.” She spoke, like it was some big deal. It wasn’t that big of a deal, those guys hated Max and Max hated them, so obviously whenever you were stuck in the presence of any of them, you made their life a living hell. Sometimes it was repaid.
”Ugh, god I hate those guys! I should’ve figured, those assholes. I better hurry and make it to the guerrilla , at least I’ll be able to see the end of him match.” You’re quick to start in your journey through the backstage.
”Um,” The staff member calls your name timidly. You quick walk starts to slow, but you don’t face them. The feeling that had been in your gut grew. “Adam Cole was with them.”
You’re not sure how to respond to that at first. Max had gone through a lot. He’d been betrayed countless times, and even if that helped mold him into the asshole you loved wholeheartedly, it hurt him endlessly. After so long of holding trust in no one, he finally had you. Then, after even longer, he had Adam. You had Adam.
This hurt.
Adam had no right, to do this to either of you, after gaining so much of your trust for so long. The grief of your friendship quickly turns into anger from the betrayal. Had you even been friends at all?
”…What?”
“Those guys and-and uh, Joe were teaming up on him while you were stuck, he....he lost the championship.” She rushed out, practically shaking with fear. “He wouldn’t talk to anyone or anything, he just walked to his locker room and won’t let anyone in.”
”Well where the fuck is that at?” You practically yell at the poor girl. You’ll apologize some other time. Maybe. She only points down the hall, unable to get any words out, and you start running- like really, sprinting- down the halls. You shove your way through your fellow superstars, shouting at them to move, definitely receiving a lot of looks.
Finally finding the door brandished with ‘MJF’, you throw it open. He doesn’t even look over, trapped in his head, and with good reason to be. He’s still in his ring gear, reminance of sweat obvious in his hair, matted inches covering the face that lays in his hands.
“Oh, baby,” Your words make him finally look up, his expression enough to show how he feels from across the room. You’re quick to make your way over to him, knees falling to the bench on either side of his thighs. “I’m here. I’m here, we’re okay.” You gently take his head in your hands and hug him close as you take a seat against his legs.
“Oh my god, Max, I’m so sorry- I don’t- I-“ You can’t seem to find the words, and clearly neither can he, he still hasn’t spoken a word, only closed his eyes in your hold and held you closer, tighter, than it feels like he ever has.
“Did you see the medics?” You asked him in a murmur after a while of silence, his head shaking no against the blade of your shoulder. One of your hands tries its best in petting through his matted hair.
”M’kay. Why don’t we go do that first?” His grip only strengthens against you, forcing you further into his lap.
“Don’t leave.” He breaks his silence, voice course and sorrowful against you. The hand combing through his hair stops, instead planting itself in his thick roots. It seems like he means a lot more than just leaving the room to grab a medic.
“Never.” You whisper back, laying your cheek against the top of his head. “Wanna take a shower first instead? You’re a little stinky.” Trying to bring his mood up a bit with a little joke, even if you didn’t feel very good either seemed to be the right thing to do. He nodded, and you can feel the small smile against your skin.
After holding him for a bit more, you crawl up from his lap and help him up from the wooden bench, holding half of his weight to the shower. After a bit of difficulty, you both just give up in trying to have him stand under the shower and instead the both of you just sit under the running shower together, Max leaning against you.
You helped him wash his body, then his hair, sitting under the hot, streaming water in comfortable silence. Then you simply sit together, running your fingers up and down his biceps even tracing his lion tattoo a couple times.
“I lost the belt.”
Max broke the silence, the hollowness in his voice echoing through the shower walls. He refused to look at you, only staring forward with the grief you held earlier.
”I lost Adam.”
His voice broke as he spoke his time.
”No. No, no, baby, no.” You rushed, pulling him further into you. “He lost you. He made you lose that belt, made you think he was a good person. Put it in your head that you were friends, that you were allowed to put your trust into him. He lost you.”
“Shouldn’t have fallen for it again.”
“You can’t stop your heart from wanting what it wants, sweetheart. How do you think this happened, hm? Cause I love you. And you love me, right?” He nodded his head, thick fingers moving down to grab yours. ”And you love Adam.” His hand stops, reluctant to admit it.
“You do, baby, its okay. I love him too. But he doesn’t love us and that’s how this turned out this way. Love will rip you to hell and back in that way, but we’re gonna be just fine. I’d have to say our love is a lot greater for each other than it is for Adam. I’d like to think so.” His small smile from earlier returned.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Your fingers squeeze around his. “But that doesn’t mean your not allowed to hurt. You are, and I’ll be right here to help, ‘cause I love you.” The two of you return to silence, this time a bit happier after your little speech. Max reaches up with a grimace, moving to turn the water off.
“Let’s get the hell out of here. Your hands are going wrinkly and it's gross.” He tries to haul himself up from the floor to the bench with great effort as he mumbles, his sass quick to make a return.
”God, you’re such a bitch.” You speak with a grin, grabbing his face in a big wet kiss while you wrap a towel around him. “No wonder we can’t make any friends, hm?”
Is this….a certified banger perchance?? Fr dont know this took pretty long and I’m sick of this so I’m not reading it again lolll anyways enjoy ig
Maxwell Jacob Friedman is miss you get your ass back on tv
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i can’t stand when people don’t think permanent life decisions through before they do them
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in his own words, he’s a dirty, filthy, disgusting, skanky, bottom feeding, trash bag hoe
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this make me like fully belly laugh out loud
Memes that became reality
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Hi, is the request open?
hi!!!! yes they technically are but don’t be surprised when it takes me like seven decades to write anything 😭😭
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rethinking my career choice cause why the fuck can’t i move my neck at my ripe age
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taylor swift is the posterchild of white feminism and part of the reason why white people (women) think they can get away with half the shit they do and somehow still end up being the victim.
ANYWAYS STREAM COWBOY CARTER
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teehee started watching yellowstone again
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it’s very weird reading a book when one of the characters has your name
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the zombie guy from lisa frankenstein is just the new kyle spencer
#(even peters did it better)#what?? who was that??#i’m biased i love him so much#also we went to the same high school
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Silly silly
their so cuteeeeee!!!!!! i love the little one-sided mustache its adorable
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oh so this mfers only gonna show up to raw huh
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there is somebody in the back of my head constantly telling me that i’m going to turn into a murderer and i’m getting a little sick of it
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boutta go through every roster known to man and update that request list yurrrr
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