in between

pairing: hangman page x reader [romantic] & kenny omega x reader [platonic]

plot: they are idiots, your honor.

genre: humor

warning: swearing,

word count: 2.5k

author's note: this is what happens when i go on autopilot while writing. it's most definitely not bad, but it just dissolved into absolute chaos omg.

likes and reblogs appreciated!

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"oh shit-" you muttered, quickly covering your mouth which was currently agape with your hand. the slap of the skin-on-skin contact was heard over the roar of the crowd and matt and nick's head turned to you immediately at the sound. it stung, but you couldn't get yourself to care.

matt chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the crate you were sitting on. "oh he went there."

his brother on the other side of you was just as amused, plopping down on the space beside you. "kenny's not gonna like tha- and there he goes." the latter part accompanied by the shake of his head.

you watched in horror as kenny - your best friend - and don - the bane of your existence - beat hangman - your boyfriend - up until he was unconscious and bloodied, then proceeded to write his signature with the anxious millennial cowboy's blood.

you huffed, cheeks puffed out in frustration -- they've been going at it forever and while normally it was fun to be kenny omega's best friend and hangman page's partner, it was most definitely not fun in the past few months. you were so tired of them being at each other's throats and having to hang out with them only for them to complain about the other. it would have been fine, but the thing was, they wanted your input on it -- kenny wanted you to badmouth hangman or agree with him and insult your boyfriend too and vice versa and you just couldn't do that to either of them.

it was difficult at first when they didn't try to see things from your point of view and accused you of picking sides, but thankfully, somewhere along the line, that has stopped. they didn't though. and kenny didn't stop crashing your dates either. you didn't know if he did that for old time's sake - being your best friend, there were countless times he found himself third wheeling to you and hangman - or just to piss your boyfriend off.

there were times when you and hangman would go to the best coffee shop in the city that you were in and once kenny spotted you, he just sat down on the seat next to you, pretending that hangman didn't exist. of course, your boyfriend wouldn't stand for that and an arguement would start. it happened so many times and only halted when you were in a cafe you held near and dear to your heart.

you've been there countless of times as you've been booked in that city more times than you can count. it was practically a second home to you. you'd go there first thing in the morning to get your daily cup of tea or coffee - whichever you preferred - and last thing at night -- they were open 24/7 and always served good, nutritious, fresh food. but one time, you went there with adam as you normally do, kenny sat with you guys and tried to provoke hangman, as he normally does, you tried to tell him to stop, as you normally do, he didn't listen, as he normally doesn't do and hangman finally snapped. now that was something that's out of the ordinary.

his loud, gruff voice caught the attention of other patrons who started to stare, as well as the workers there who practically already knew who you were because of how much you frequented the establishment. they looked at you curiously making you look down and wave them off like saying i got it under control. did you?

"guys." you said in a voice that's quiet yet firm. they stopped bickering at once and looked at you. "i am as neutral as switzerland, okay? i'm not picking sides and i am most definitely not going to act like your parent while you guys have this drama going on. i tried to help you before and neither of you listened to me. now, if you guys are going to continue acting like children while we're in public, i'm just not going to hang out with either of you. i am going to hang out with hook instead."

and they never shut their mouths so quickly. maybe you did have it under control after all.

unfortunately, they did notice - and by they, it's mostly kenny who took advantage of it - the keyword in public so needless to say, he still provoked hangman in private, even if none of you were in your workplace.

why you're still friends with that man, you had no idea.

after kenny and don were done in the ring, they went backstage passing you and the young bucks.

it was no surprise that callis paid you no mind and honestly, you preferred it that way. you will never forgive him for corrupting kenny and using him. if he ever tries to utter a single word to you, you thought that he'd just be met with a well-deserved punch in the face. your best friend paused when he was in front of you though, wearing a familiar smirk. although it was not out of the norm to see that particular expression on his face, it still gave you an unsettling feeling. the hurt and confused look in his eyes he always had were still there, but now his lips were curved in a way which made your stomach churn.

"sorry, [y/n]," you knew he wasn't actually sorry. even since his new attitude change, it seemed like he always wanted to wind you up. you guessed it was because annoying you would also annoy your boyfriend -- his rival. "but he deserved that one for mentioning him." and with that, he was gone. he tried to say it with a straight face, you could tell he did, but being longtime friend, you saw right through him. saw the flinch in his eye at him.

and maybe during this particular situation, he was right. hangman was well aware of kenny's weaknesses and ibushi might as well be his biggest one. just a few years ago, another one of kenny's "friends" targeted him to get under his skin, even when he said anybody but him.

kenny's right, that does not mean he doesn't deserve hangman bringing up ibushi though. you thought, rolling your eyes in the process, because after all the headaches he's given you in the past few months, he definitely deserved it. besides, it's not like a little slap of reality in the face would kill him. sometimes people needed it. kenny needed it, that's for sure.

after a few moments, hangman was walking through the curtains too. you glanced beside you to see the bucks' reaction but they were already trailing behind their friend. you wiped the disappointed look off of your face and focused on your boyfriend in front of you, holding a formerly-white, now-red towel to his head.

"baby, you alright?" you cooed, walking up to him, arms stretched out to wrap around his waist.

he chuckled hugging you back with one arm. "as alright as someone whose head is bleeding can be."

"c'mon, let's go to the trainer's room." the referee assisting him gave you a look, wordlessly asking if you had it under control now making you nod. he took that as his cue to leave the two of you alone making you look into hangman's eyes again and smile as you led him by the hand.

unfortunately, this wasn't his first time at the trainer's office because of bleeding, but that also meant he already knew what to expect. before doc samson could utter a word at him, he was sat down on one of the chairs there, head lowered as the slightly shorter man began to press a new towel on the cut on his head. when the expert told him the bleeding has stopped, he put the bloody towel in the little basket in the corner of the room and walked over to the sink, bending over a little bit to lower his head to where the faucet would reach it.

he faintly heard the doctor chuckle from behind him. "as much as i appreciate you knowing the drill, it would be much better, not to mention much healthier for you to not come in here every week. plus, you're probably worrying the hell out of [y/n]."

the tap water was now flowing and he was running his fingers through the wrestler's locks, making sure they were blood-free and that the wound was clean too. adam could only click his tongue at that. he didn't enjoy bleeding. of course he didn't. and he most definitely did not want to worry you. you have enough on your plate as it is, so that irked him a bit. not that he'd tell. he knew that the man currently putting a liquid that stung on the laceration was only trying to help.

he decided on something which got his point across, but also didn't sound bratty or like he was picking a fight -- because that wasn't him. "well it's not like i go into the ring lookin' to get busted open, doc."

much to his relief, the man doesn't take it the wrong way. instead, it elicits a chuckle out of him. "yeah, i guess you're right. do you want me to give the locker room a handwritten letter asking them to stop splitting you open?"

your boyfriend laughs along with him as he stands back up to his full height, the patching-up process over. "no thank you. i think i can manage." he says, thanking the doctor again for his help, heading towards the door.

he had his hand on the door handle when he hears a voice talk again. "you already know the protocol, right?"

he smiles, twisting the knob and walking out the threshold. "do i look good wearing cowboy boots?"

he was the tiniest bit confused. when he left you to go inside, you told him you'd be waiting outside and yet here he was all alone in the hallway. did you just go to the comfort room and would be back after you were done? because in that case, he'd stay where he was. or were you in the locker room waiting for him there, for some reason. maybe your feet started hurting or something and you wanted to sit down.

he didn't have to overthink it because before his train of thought travel to another dimension, a dimension of a million possibilities for such a simple matter, he heard your voice interlaced with kenny's and the young bucks.

he huffed and flared his nostrils, following the sound to get to where you were. he couldn't make out the words you said, but you sounded less than pleased, something that only fueled his anger for the curly haired blond.

some part of him was impressed with the fact that you were able to handle kenny omega, especially with the change in attitude. that was merely a very small part of him, though. the majority of him kind of wanted you to drop your longtime best friend, not because he doesn't trust you or anything - he trusts you with his life, honestly - but because he thinks you deserve so much better and maybe you do. still, you're not leaving kenny behind because things are getting rough. he denied it every time the thought has crossed his head as if it mattered. you knew it and he knew it. he needed you right now.

and that fact was very apparent when hangman saw kenny grabbing your arm and pulling you along the hallway, presumably to his locker room. it didn't seem like kenny's grip on you hurt. above all else, you really just looked like you were annoyed with your friend. "c'mon, [y/n]. i have to tell you something." he whined making you huff. "yeah? and i need to check on adam after you attacked him! this is your fault, kenneth. if you could just have settled it like adults, i'd be in your locker room listening to what ever you have to say but you had to be dramatic."

"as fucking always." you muttered underneath your breath making kenny laugh a giggle that sounded so familiar it made your chest tight and hangman's breath hitch in his throat. it was like going home to a homecooked meal in the oven, a kiss on the cheek, or hugging your friends after summer vacation back when you were younger and actually enjoyed school, or hearing a song you grew up with on the radio.

it sounded like the laugh of the kenny he loves.

not a cocky laugh, but his laugh. the one he lets out when it's three in the morning and they're still signing merchandise and a joke popped into his sleep deprived brain and he's bent over, giggling so much he couldn't even gather the breath to tell his friends about it. then once he's calmed down, he'd catch a glimpse of matt's amused smile and roar high-pitched squeals again.

"you can't spell dramatic without kenny omega."

you blinked at him. once. twice. "i literally can."

"that doesn't matter! what matters is that i have something very important to tell you. besides, your boyfriend had it coming. he knows not to bring him up." he grumbles and just like that, hangman is power walking to where you were.

he takes a hold of your other arm and you flinch. not because his hold on you is too tight, but simply because it caught you by surprise. you didn't even hear his usually noisy footsteps coming towards you.

kenny glared at the man on your side, giving your arm a small tug as he does so. "let them go. i want to talk to them."

"well they already told you they want to see me. piss off you fuckin' weeb." you couldn't help but snort but kenny pulling your arm again makes you yelp.

"you're just jealous i'm in with the youngsters and like the same anime shows they do!"

"no one who's in with the youngsters says that." your boyfriend deadpans. "you're old, kenneth, now let them go!"

if you could facepalm right now, you would. oh, how hard your palm would smack your face at their childishness. but you can't because your arms are held captive by two six feet men - while two other grown men are laughing their asses off behind you - hollering the lamest insults you have ever heard in your life and you've heard a lot of insults. "are you guys pulling my leg right now?"

"uh no, clearly we're pulling on your arms, dummy." you look to your right and see your boyfriend grinning down at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

unexpectedly, kenny lets go of you, instinctively putting his hand up and offering his former companion a high five only for hangman to gather you all up in his arms. "run!"