Pairing: Adam Cole X (Famous Actress) Reader
Summary: When one of Y/N's and Adam's close friends leak a photo of their wedding, fans become critical of Adam. After he grows a little insecure, Y/N has to lift her man back up.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Fluff
Note: This is another shorty, but hopefully a goodie!
You're the One For Me
You were cuddled up with your new husband, Adam Cole, on your huge sofa when your phones both buzzed with a notification. As Adam kissed your neck, you giggled and reached for said phone. Then he was reaching for his own phone as well.
Upon looking at the screen, you saw that it was a tweet notification from your mutual friend, Kenny Omega. A tweet that you were both tagged in.
It was a photo of your private-and secret-wedding only a month before, you were smiling up at Adam and the two of you were about to kiss.
"*at*adamcolepro *at*Y/N Such a beautiful wedding," the tweet read.
"What the hell," You and Adam both said at the same time.
The wedding was supposed to be a secret. You weren't ready for it to be out yet.
Immediately, you dialed Kenny up on speaker phone.
"I know! I know!" He greeted. "I just deleted it. I'm so sorry. It just slipped my mind."
"What were you thinking?" You demanded.
"Well, I was going through pics on my phone and saw it, and thought what a beautiful photo it was, and I just wasn't thinking."
"Yeah, you clearly weren't." You groaned softly.
"I'm so sorry, really, Y/N."
"I know. I know. It's okay. It was bound to come out sooner or later anyway." Your phone vibrated with another alert and you quickly checked and saw it was another tweet from Kenny.
"'Oops, my bad!'?" You questioned. "My bad? Really? That's the best you can come up with?"
"I'm flustered, Y/N! Give me a break!"
Suddenly your phone was blowing up with alerts. "Oh, no," you groaned again.
"What is it?"
"My phone is going crazy! Because of your tweet, people are going insane!"
"My phone is going nuts too," Adam said, by your side. He was looking his phone over. "Oh wow, these people are being HARSH. What the hell?"
"I'm really sorry guys…"
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. We have some damage control to do. Bye Kenny." Without giving him a chance to reply, you hung up and began reading through the horrible tweets being sent your way.
*at*adamcolepro is so out of *at*Y/N's league it's not even funny.
*at*Y/N can do so much better. *at*adamcolepro doesn't even have a six-pack!
*at*adamcolepro How did this guy manage to marry *at*Y/N? For real. He's not that great.
Disgusted, you laid your phone aside. Glanced over at Adam to find him looking at his phone, his brows furrowed in concentration.
"Babe? What's wrong," you asked.
"Do I look flabby?" He asked. "I mean… I don't have a six pack…"
"No baby," You said softly, turning his face to yours. "You are not flabby or anything of the sort. Don't listen to them. They are just jealous."
He nodded without saying anything. You had a feeling this was just the beginning of this discussion.
"You're gorgeous, babe, really. You have nothing to worry about." You told him, shifting over and settling yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him.
"Okay."
"How about I make our favorite lunch?
"I don't know, Y/N. Maybe I ought to eat something else."
"You're not going to let go of what they said are you?"
"It's a little hard to just let it go," he admitted. "I mean… they have a point. Maybe I should start adding more ab crunches into my workout."
"Oh babe," You said on a groan. "You're absolutely fine. Believe me. If I hadn't been attracted to you I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. There has to be a level of attraction, ya know? And my level of attraction is pretty darn high."
Adam grinned at you, "Okay, I believe you. But it still wouldn't hurt to workout a little harder."
You sighed, "Whatever floats your boat, babe. Whatever floats your boat."
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Several days passed since that eventful tweet, and Adam had sure enough began working out harder than ever. You worried that he'd over-do it. That he'd hurt himself. But he seemed to grow stronger, leaner. You were beginning to see lines in his stomach that weren't there before.
"Babe, aren't you going a little crazy with the workouts?"
"Don't you like the results," Adam asked, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.
"Yes, I do. I love them. But then again, I loved you before the results. Just be careful okay? I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I'm not going to hurt myself, I promise," he replied, with another kiss.
"It just seems like you spend all your time working out now. We've not had much time together for the past week. We're supposed to still be in the honeymoon phase, you know?"
He nodded, "I get it. And you're right. I'll try to lighten up a bit."
You felt bad. You could see that the horrible tweets were still weighing on his mind. You hated seeing him so insecure. It wasn't like him. He was usually really confident and almost cocky. You loved that about him.
The first time you met sparks had flown. You were acting in a new movie and Adam had a small part in it-only one scene with you and then a couple other scenes with other actors. But the minute your skin touched in a handshake when you met, you knew you'd found the man of your dreams. You knew you'd marry him. You just didn't realize it would be so soon-six months to be exact.
You wanted your cocky, confident-yes, at times egotistical husband back.
You decided then and there to go on Instagram and address the very large elephant in the room, so to speak. Giving Adam a soft kiss on the mouth, you left your private gym in the basement and headed upstairs for the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, you pulled up Instagram on your phone and started to post a photo from your wedding. And with it you began typing out a message to the fans and un-fans alike. You made sure to tag your husband in the post as well so he wouldn't miss it.
When you were finished, you sat the phone aside and waited.
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Adam was working on his crunches when his phone alerted him to an Instagram notification. Stopping what he was doing, he picked up the phone and saw that it was a post from Y/N. Curious, he read it.
It said:
Dear fans, and non-fans,
I realize that a few days ago a photo was accidentally leaked of my wedding to adamcolepro. While it was not our plans to reveal our marriage yet, I'm glad it is now out. I want you to know that I'm thankful for those of you who are being supportive. It means the world to me. But to those who have been nothing but hateful and distasteful toward my husband, I do not appreciate it, or the things I've read.
To those who're saying I could do so much better, that is a lie. I could not do any better than Adam because there IS no better than Adam. He's the light in my life and I'm so grateful to be his wife. As for the awful comments made about him... I'm chalking it up to pure jealousy. Adam, in my opinion, is the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet.
I hope that this clears the air and puts this issue to rest. If not, that's on you, not me or Adam. We will continue being happy and living our best life while you will keep being the miserable person you are.
Sincerely,
Y/N Cole
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After about fifteen minutes, you saw Adam come up from the basement with a pleased, but baffled look on his face.
"Did you really mean all that?" He asked you, indicating the instagram post on his phone.
"With every fiber of my being," you said softly, making room for him on the sofa. He walked over and sat down on the sofa next to you and pulled you onto his lap. "You're the one for me."
"I love you, ya know that?"
You nodded, almost shyly, and kissed him. "Yes. And I love you every bit as much."
He returned your kiss, deepened it. "What do you say we go upstairs and enjoy some of the honeymoon phase of our marriage, huh?" He asked, standing to his feet with you cradled against his chest.
"I'm here for it," you smiled, as he carried you to the stairs.