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idyllcy · 7 months

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and baby, if you knew

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of the night before (?), morning after, hickies (?)

summary: oh the horrors of getting caught the morning after (pt2 of saying we're just friends)

You stare at yourself in the mirror, blinking incredulously. (Partially out of pure shock, partially because sleeping with your contacts on was NOT a smart decision on your end)

Holy fuck, Tim got mouthy with you.

You tilt your neck to brush your fingers over the hickeys, gawking at the way it trails down your neck and collar to your chest, the purple popping on your skin. Sure, you weren't half as pale as Tim was, but hello? You didn't even bring concealer. You weren't expecting him to take you to the Wayne Manor.

"Tim." You swallow, grimacing.

Tim raises a brow, shirt pulled halfway over his head.

"How many hickeys did you give me? Do you have a whisk? Do you have ice? Are you secretly a vampire???"

"One question at a time, lovely." he mumbles. "Seven. There's a whisk and ice downstairs. I am not secretly a vampire, although I can see why you'd guess that."

You blink at him. "Do you have a collared shirt?"

"Just settle for one of my shirts for now." He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing you the other one in the bed.

"Please tell me it's not sheer."

"It's not."

"Thank GOD you're rich." You mumble. "It's a blessing to have non-sheer white shirts."

"Yeah, I get that." He mumbles. "Come on. Alfred called us for breakfast a little ago."

"Which one of your siblings are here?"

"We'll see." Tim hums, shutting the door to his room. (All of them are downstairs, likely. They were probably having a post-valentine debriefing like they usually do. Bruce was not spared from it.)

You duck behind Tim when you notice everyone having breakfast.

"You said we'll see! Are none of them staying with the people they were out with last night?!"

"It happens every year." Tim hums, holding his hand out for you. "Come on. Don't do the walk of shame."

"Seriously. I run a stan account for you and live in my dorm. I'm practically a hermit." You deadpan. "I am NOT cut out to be meeting your family this early in the morning."

"Master Tim, young miss. Are you ready for breakfast? We are having pancakes."

"Just kidding I would kill for pancakes right now." You mumble, following behind Tim as he sits you next to him.

All eyes are on you as you adjust the collar of your shirt, the tag scratching against your skin, the hickeys on your neck visible. You thank Alfred as he places a plate before you, and you start at the chocolate chip pancakes. Holy shit, fuck the eyes on you, this was heaven.

"Alfred, do you have a recipe book?" You blink at him, eyes wide in admiration.

"Which recipe would you like, young miss?"

"Oh, all of them if possible. I'd love to be able to cook half as well as you can." You hum, taking another bite of your food. "Do you have a digital copy?"

"Unfortunately, all of it is on paper or in here." He smiles, tapping his brain. "But I am more than willing to provide you with any recipes you may like."

"Mm!" You shove the last piece of the pancake into your mouth, swallowing as you get up. "Tim, do you have a laptop? I want to type a couple recipes down and transcribe what's on paper—"

"Pull open the drawer to your left." He hums.

You pull it open, blinking at him.

"There's a false bottom in it. One of my spare laptops is in it. The password is a combination of letters." He hums.

"With significance?"

"Yes."

"Oh, then I know an approximation, then." You hum, working your finger into the side as you prop it open, pulling his laptop out. "Is it our birthdays?"

"Wait, how did she–" Dick's cut off when you manage to open it on your first try.

"Alright. I'm gonna go! I'll be with Alfred if you need anything." You smile.

"She just?" Duke blinks incredulously. "Did she just hack open your laptop on her first try? Is she in compsci like you?"

"English." Tim grabs a couple pancakes, cutting off a piece of butter. "Creative writing, technically."

"Oh, is she making her own major?"

"Yes." Tim hums. "I don't actually know how she guessed that it would be our birthdays since I only changed it a little while ago. It'd be easier to open if it was just our birthdays combined. Maybe she was stalking me."

"Or, maybe all the years of running a Robin Twitter account finally paid off." Jason shrugs. "She's quite a big writer on the internet too, you know?"

"Yeah." Tim hums. "She's quite the character. Have you read her works?"

"I have." Damian speaks up. "Her writing resembles poetry, pulling on the strings of your heart and snapping them at moments you least expect."

"You've read her works?!" Tim raises a brow at Damian. "That's surprising."

"She resembles the poets."

"She'd love to hear that come out of your mouth for sure." Tim mumbles. "Anything else I should know?"

"She covered me for change once while I went to buy cup noodles." Cass mumbles.

"I'm mutuals with her on Twitter?" Steph points.

"Okay, that's not the point. Timmy." Dick deadpans. "Did you sleep with her last night?"

"Sex or just plain sleeping? Because we did both—"

"I DIDN'T GET TO GIVE YOU THE SHOVEL TALK!" Dick cries. "Okay, when a man and a—"

"Dick, I'm well over into the ages of a legal adult." Tim sighs. "Besides, I'm like seventy percent sure that you gave me the shovel talk when you first found out I was dating Ari in high school. Also, I got one from my dad and Bruce, so I think I'm good."

"Oh, right." Dick mumbles. "But still."

Steph pauses. "Does she want a whisk?"

"She was asking for one earlier." Tim hums.

"We'll go help." Cass mumbles, getting out of the seat, dragging Steph.

"Okay, Tim. Is she the one who was making you all red and blushy during Christmas?" Dick slides closer to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Yes." Tim sighs, batting Dick's hand away. "She was."

"How'd you ask her out?"

"Told her if she had nothing to do on Valentine's, then she could stick with me and I could plan a date." Tim reaches for another pancake.

"And she agreed?" Jason snorts. "Wow. She's way out of your league."

"Yeah, but at least I got B's absolutely insane ability to pull." He mumbles. "Pulled way out of my league, for sure."

"If you fumble her I fear the things that will happen to you, Drake." Damian clicks his tongue.

"Do I... know her?"

"Duke," Damian sighs. "You're smarter than this."

"He's messing with you right now." Jason pours himself another cup of coffee.

"What's your relationship with her." Tim deadpans.

"She used to peer review my poems." He hums. "It didn't click until Damian showed me her information this morning, though."

"You just let them go through my girlfriend's personal information?!" Tim finally looks at Bruce, who only gives him a shrug.

"No harm in knowing a little more about your girlfriend."

"I swear, if you bring her in on the vigilantism—"

"That's not happening. I can promise that." Bruce glances at his almost empty mug. "Does she know?"

"She called me out for being Red Robin last night in the car." Tim sighs. "Besides, it'd be strange if she didn't notice immediately how similar Red Robin and I's voices are."

"She's been running your account for how long... now?" Bruce motions for Jason to pass him the coffee.

"Since middle school, so like..." Tim pauses. "Give or take seven years."

"That's a long time." Dick mumbles. "My longest-running fanpage is only six-ish years."

"If you count the Gotham Gazette, then I've been running for the longest." Bruce snorts. "Is she the one?"

"I think she is." Tim smiles. "And if she's not..."

"Then I will personally see the end of your life, Drake." Damian grumbles. "I shall have mother adopt her and have her write poetry for me in exchange for a living space and food. She shall be the equivalent of a court poet except to mother and I."

"I honestly think she wouldn't turn that down." Tim grimaces.

"Is she that desperate?"

"She's joked about sleeping with a millionaire to make some money." Tim grimaces. "Something something desperate situations call for desperate measures."

"She would love it in mother's mansion, then." Damian hums, sipping on his tea. "I shall have her write a poem for your death. It shall be my last mercy."

Tim grimaces. "What if she breaks up with me?"

"Then you're in the fault, obviously." Jason mumbles, looking at his phone.

"So it's my fault regardless of what happens?"

"Listen, her tweets are unhinged. You can't say you like crazy girls and then get annoyed when you date one and she acts insane." Jason grumbles.

"He's got a point, Timmers." Dick hums. "I hope it works out for the best, regardless of the ending."

"Twenty bucks they are endgame." Damian mumbles.

"Alfred bet ten that Tim would pop the ring."

"Ugh, come on. You know no one out-bets Alfred." Dick groans. "Did he set up the jar?"

"He did. This morning." Duke hums. "I put my bet in too."

"Come on–"

"You can't say shit when you bet on all of our relationships and pretty much came out unscathed in all of them." Jason glares. "Shut it."

Tim rolls his eyes, surrendering himself to the idea that his relationship would get bet on.

"Tim, can I marry your sisters?" You come out of the kitchen, eyes sparkling.

"We're dating." He sighs. "Pretty bird—"

"EWWWWWWW" A mixture of faked hurls and gags are heard in unison as Tim rolls his eyes.

"Ignore them. Why do you want my sisters?"

"The hickeys are all," You pull your shirt down too to show your cleavage, the hickeys no longer visible, "gone! Your sisters are really good at this."

"Yeah..." Tim sighs, reaching to pull your shirt back up. "Steph isn't my sister, by the way."

"Oh, yes, I know." You smile. "After all, if she was, it'd be strange that you've dated her before."

Tim chokes on the air at your statement.

"Besides, she's my mutual." You hum. "I also got Alfred's recipes, by the way." You hum, smile on your face. "I also got his chocolate chip cookie recipe, though I need to figure out what the secret ingredient is."

"A dash of vanilla extract." Tim lowers his voice. "Don't tell the rest of the family."

"Got it." You give him a thumbs up.

"Do you cook?" Damian speaks up.

"I do! Mainly ethnic foods, since there isn't much of that here in Gotham." You mumble. "Got any good Chinese places?"

"Oh, there's this place on Seventh Ave and Jester." Bruce speaks up. "I used to get dim sum there. It's only open from eight to twelve, and you need to get in via reservation. Feel free to borrow my name whenever. Just make sure to invite me."

"Uncle Dan's, right?" You beam. "I went there a while back with another friend, but I miss like... the dim sum that's messy and chaotic in the morning."

"Oh, then try the one on Lightbeam." Dick pauses. "Ah, what was the other street?"

"Oh, that one's good." Duke agrees. "Sam Woo's Dim Sum and BBQ."

"I've had that too!" You smile. "They're good, just quite a while from the university."

"If you really want something good," Cass speaks up from behind you, "try Jin."

"Jin?"

"It's smaller, but it's family-run, and it's been doing business in Gotham for three generations already." Cass hums. "They're called Jin, but the Chinese character for gold. They're right by Gotham U too. On the corner by Circle K."

"The sketchy looking alley??" You blink.

"Yes, but their dumplings are to die for." She pauses. "And they sell in bulk if you want to boil any in your dorm."

"Tim, I want your sister."

"Pretty bird, we just started going out." He clicks his tongue.

"Tim, if you break her heart, I will date her." Cass blinks.

"You can visit her when she stays in mother's mansion."

"Hm?" You turn to blink at Damian.

"Ignore him—"

"Should you and Drake break up, I have already arranged your living arrangements, should you agree to it."

"And what might they be?" You hand the laptop to Tim, pointing at the document you shared with yourself.

"With my mother. Your only job shall be to write poems and short stories to entertain her."

"Living and writing for the Talia Al Ghul? Count me in." You sigh dreamily.

"Alright." Tim shuts the laptop after changing the password. "We're going to get going before her roommate calls the cops on her."

"Oh, right!" You mumble. "It was a pleasure meeting you all! I hope to see you again sometime?"

"Tim, send her number in the chat later!" Dick calls as Tim pulls you out.

"Sorry, they're quite embarrassing." Tim mumbles.

"They're warm." You smile. "I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

Tim sighs in relief at the look of fondness on your face. Right.

You'll be fine.

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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{hangman adam page - take me to church.}

Pairing(s) - Hangman Adam Page x Y/N

Category - Fluff // A Little Smut

Warning(s) - Language, Mild Sexual Content

Summary - Adam Page and Y/N are backstage at Daily's Palace.

Word Count - 2,603

Requested by - @lghockey 💓💓💓

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I said 4k+, but it's going to be part 1 and 2, so bare with me. 💓

Tagging - @lghockey, @hungmanhorsecarriage, @heelstylerollins, @junglecassidy, @writtingrose, @madsky1222, @ava-valerie, @fiendessdani, @ifyouarentaprowrestlerthenleave, @luciddrreamss, @mackenzie2597, @haigrr, @rosyredapples, @demonqueen29 !

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Inquired Adam, following behind her. "Nowhere, just taking a break from watching the matches; I need to go backstage." She explained, pushing the curtains to get through. "Care if I follow?" "I don't care." Y/N tried to hold back a smile, but she failed miserably to hold that smile back. "What are we going to do?" Asks Adam, already in inquiry. "I have no idea, do YOU have any ideas?" Chuckling and shaking her head, "Let's go backstage." He suggested, shrugging his shoulders back. "Why? What's backstage?"

"You will have to wait and see," he answered simply to Y/N, "Come on." He leads her backstage, where they both came in Adam's dressing room. Turning on the LED Purple Light, the room lit up with a tint of purple. The lights across the dresser were unrecognizable. "Since when did you put up purple lights?" She wow'ed at the scenary. Y/N was pretty impressed with how his dressing room was set up; Everything seemed to be moved differently, but stacked neatly.

"Well, I have done some decorating. Take a seat, stay awhile." Adam smiled, patting the seat for Y/N to sit down on. She moved her hair in place and sat down at the white dresser. "I love how you got this set up." She compliments on his neatness; he smiled once more, "Thank you, Y/N." "You're welcome." She replied. Adam paced the wooden floors of his dressing room, attempting to have the courage to ask Y/N something in favor. Finally, he spoke: "Y/N, Can I ask you a question?" Y/N looked up from her phone to look at Adam. "Yeah, you can ask me anything."

"Well, here goes nothing." He thinks in the back of his mind. "I wanted to say, you are a great person. But please don't hate me for this. But I think I like you. Goddamn it!" Adam groaned in frustration as he hid his face from blushing. "You what….?" Y/N was in shock, she never knew he liked her until just now. "Aww… Adam---" Cut off by him, he quickly said: "I love you." With a straight face, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. As soon as he did that, she felt her face heat up. Kissing back, she smiled softly into the kiss. Fastly pulling away, Adam slammed his fist on the dresser. "I am so damn sorry, I shouldn't have done that…."

Feeling guilty, he stared at Y/N for a long minute. She stared back, then realized how embarrassed he was. "Are you okay?" She asks concerned; "Yeah, I'm all good." He replied, hiding his smile. Sighing to himself, Adam took a seat next to Y/N. "You know, It was hard for me to say that to you." He admits, she was in complete awe when those words came out his mouth. "You know you can tell or ask me anything, Adam. You know I wouldn't mind!" She chuckled, patting her best friend on the shoulder. Sighing again, he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair. "You seem bothered. What's bothering you, love?" Love. Adam glanced at the door behind him, and said: "Can you lock the door?" Without hesitation or questioning, Y/N knew what he was up to.

Getting up from her seat, she locked the door. Walking back to her seat, Adam suddenly grabbed her without notice and kissed her again, but deeper. For 20 seconds, he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I seriously need to control my emotions." Shaking his head, she whispers into his ear: "Please, don't be sorry. This is just the beginning of it, love." Chills shot up Adam's spine. "Take me to church." He growled. "So be it." Y/N was taking the challenge, she started it off by kissing on his neck. Adam rolled his eyes back, and slouched in the chair as she actually "took him to church".

Cupping her face, he kept repeating "I love you's" into Y/N's ear until it had lost the meaning. "Adam…" she breathed, her lungs shallow. "Y/N," he grinned against her plumped skin, eyes twinkling. Stroking her hair with his grazed thumb, he promised Y/N he was going to love her forever, and no matter what. "You know why you're so special to me?" "Why is that, Adam?" "Because you're the reason, you're the light to my moon. And without the light, there wouldn't be no moon." Cheesy Adam, only he would make someone have heavy emotions flowing through them.

"Let's run away together," He suggested. "But Adam, your match---" She got cut off by an index finger pressed against her lips. "Shh, I promise this will be the greatest run aways you've ever witnessed, you wouldn't ever want to leave." And Hangman Adam Page promised that for a fact.

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*AT THE AIRPORT*

"I have never been at an airport, honestly." Y/N admitted to Adam, waiting in line for their plane ticket to NYC. "You never have?" He was in basic shock, his face said it all. "Yeah, I'm serious. But, this is so cool to experience I can say that although." They then set their heavy luggage on the moving convery belt without wasting time. "You're going to like New York City; I can show you a few parks once we get there." Parks were Adam's favorite place to visit as a kid, it brings back so many memories for when he was a small child. "Yay. Can't wait for this for when we arrive in NYC." Intertwining hands with Adam, Y/N and him walked up to get their stuff checked for safety measurements. "You'll like New York City, Y/N." Adam kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand again to get on the airplane.

Falling asleep next to Adam, she laid her head down on his shoulder feeling comfortable on the plane with her now lovely boyfriend. Everything seemed beyond perfect, traveling with Adam Page was delightful. A couple of hours later, they found themselves in NYC as the plane gently glided on the road. "We're here, baby." Adam gently shook Y/N to wake her up, she stretched and yawned. "We are?" Half awake, she smiles; "Look at all that snow!" She exclaimed pointing at the white snow covered all over the ground and the road. It was 8 o'clock, almost time for New Years in New York City ---- "Let's go explore the shops and everything else, shall we?" Adam encourages Y/N. "I'm somewhat tired, May we go to a local hotel and stay there?" She questioned, showing off her tiredness from a sore neck from the plane ride. "Anything for you, love."

So, they went to a local hotel; A fancy one. "Enjoy your stay," The butler greets at the door, where he stood. "Thank you," They both had said at the same time while entering the building. Walking to the counter to collect their room key, Y/N had luggage in her hands. "Here, I'll get that for you, sugar." Suggested Adam, knowing she was struggling with the three bags full of their stuff. As he swapped spots with her, she took the keys off the counter that was placed just for them and went along upstairs. After strolling down an empty hallway, it finally had reached 10 o'clock. This meant they were both tired as hell, but Adam and Y/N had kept moving to stay awake.

In order to watch the fireworks from their hotel upstairs window and kiss on New Year's Day, he turned the TV on that was provided in their nice hotel room. "Please, take a seat." Adam took his cowboy boots off and threw them aside against the bag of their luggage, Y/N watched as he was laying in the most luxurious bed they've ever seen before. Plopping herself on the bed, she faced her boyfriend, tired eyes. "If you fall asleep on me, Y/N. I swear we won't kiss again." He jokingly said, chuckling to himself. "I'm not," She was literally about to fall right asleep. "There you go, falling asleep on your lovely cowboy boyfriend." He pouted, crossing his arms against his chest.

"I love you dork." Y/N mumbled halfly, yawning aloud. "God, I've got to stay awake." She thinks, over ahead of herself on what she might have planned next. "I will be right back, I'm going to go ahead and take a walk." She announced aloud, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. "Okay, be back!" Adam's voice called from the closed door. Sliding her body down against the wall, Y/N had a flashback.

***2 YEARS AGO***

"Hi, Y/N. I'm Adam, but you can refer to me as Hangman Adam Page, aka Cowboy Shit." He lends his hand out, extending it for a handshake. She looked down at his hand, then firmly gripped his hand for a two handshake motion, then released. "So Adam, what do you like to do besides wrestling with your tag team partner Kenny Omega?" Inquired her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I like doing cowboy shit, if you know what I mean." Adam laughed, grimly smiling right at Y/N. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, that's a reasonable answer." Y/N laughed along.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

Sighing to herself, she slowly got up from leaning against the wall and went downstairs to take a breather. Looking around, she realized she didn't bring her phone to text her boyfriend Adam. "Oh well," Y/N talked to herself, shrugging. Pushing the doors to where she and Adam would first enter the hotel, she exited the building for just a couple of minutes. Feeling the cold breeze and flurries hit against her face in the night of December, she checked her IPhone watch. "11pm." It said. 2020 was almost over, yet again it has been a shit year. Suddenly, when Y/N was sitting right on the edge of the sidewalk, she felt a hand pressed on her shoulder. "Damn it…." She thinks, fastly turning around to see who it was. "Get in." The criminal demanded. "No! I will not get in the car with you, freak!"

Kicking the criminal in the face with her shoe, she scurried up to her feet and just now noticed she could call Adam right on her IPhone Watch. "Hello? Hello? Adam?" She panicked, as the criminal was catching up to her. Y/N could see her own breath in this cold whenever she breathed; "FUCK!" She yelled into her watch, running as fast as she could. "Y/N! Where are you!?" Adam exclaimed, very worridely. "I'M OUTSIDE! PLEASE! ADAM----" The phone cut off, and the criminal scooped her up. Kicking and screaming, she elbowed him in the face. Scurridely getting away for 3 seconds, she ran back into the hotel lobby, to find Adam. "Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He cried, looking into the eyes of her. "Some criminal was trying to kidnap me!" Pointing at the outside, She was inconsolable. Sobbing, Y/N cried into the shoulder of Adam. "I'm sorry I left--- I was trying to take a breather." "Shh.. you're okay. You're okay."

Stroking the back of her head, Adam calmed her down. "Are you sure you won't ever leave me like that again?" He put his hands on both her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Yeah--- It was just a stupid thing to do, that's all." She wiped her tears that were stinging her cheeks. "I just don't ever want to lose sight of you, Y/N. I truly mean it." Adam delicately stroked the side of her cheek, "Come on. Let's watch the ball drop." Nodding in agreement, they went to their hotel room upstairs. The clock struck 11:40pm, almost time for the New Year. "I want to spend this moment with you and remember it for a lifetime." Adam announces, pulling his girlfriend Y/N close to his chest.

Heart thumping through the floor, Adam's phone vibrated in his back pocket. "What is it?" She questions, looking puzzled at Adam quickly scrolling through his phone like it was an emergency. "Oh um, nothing; Just Marko wants to know where we were so we can attend next Wednesday's Dynamite." He explained, pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Hmm, well alright." Trusting Adam, she smiled softly and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He didn't have any hesitation, he kissed her back, passionately and so sweetly. Picking up Y/N bridal style, he encourages her: "Let's go baby." This was a hint of hidden love, but not so hidden like the day before when he finally confessed his true love to her.

While the ball dropped, everyone was so ecstatic it was a New Year. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The both of them yelled, laughing and smiling big.

***NEXT WEDNESDAY DYNAMITE***

"Well, today is the day for a new me." Thinks Adam, adjusting his bandana around his neck. Feeling confident in himself, Marko approached right behind him - "How was your New Years Eve?" He asks, "It was better than last year, I could say." Adam had said; Remembering the time when he lost his horse; It was a trademark of him of course, doing cowboy shit was his job. "You're going to be the best wrestler out there of 2021!" Marko attempted to cheer him up; "Besides, there is no one like you, in which it's a good thing." Rambling on, Jungleboy and Luchasaurus appeared into the mix. "Marko, what exactly are you doing?" Questions Jungleboy, asking why he wasn't with his best friends. "I felt like Adam needed some cheering up; Because he had lost his horse last year, that's why!"

"Well, Hangman. This is the new year, new you." As Luchasaurus patted him on the back, Adam smiled smugly. "Yep, it sure is." He replied, "I have some stuff to take care of. Bye guys, I'll see you later." Fist bumping Jurassic Express, he went on to get ready for his match against Cody Rhodes. ***INTRO*** "Adrenaline, in my soul! Something something Cody Rhodes!" The Dark Order yelled by ringside, singing Cody's theme incorrectly while he was entering the ring. Cody just chuckled, and shook it off. Y/N shook her head, slapping Silver upside the head. "Hey!" John groaned, rubbing his head.

"Have respect, will ya?" She jokingly said, Silver although didn't get the sarcastic tone in her voice. He didn't find it funny. While Y/N watched from ringside, her boyfriend Adam was battling his greatest friend, Cody. "Adam! Adam! Adam!" The crowd had chanted, the other half was: "Cody! Cody! Cody!" Chanting and cheering both wrestlers on, Adam Page had done a sneak attack on Cody while the referee wasn't paying any close attention. Hangman scooped Cody up and body slammed him. In for the cover: "1! 2! 3!" Y/N had yelled so loud, The Dark Order wasn't amused, basically yelling in their ear. Reynolds and Silver had yelled back, "JOHNNY HUNGIEE!" He annoyingly screamed. "Okay, that's enough you three." Vickie stepped into the conversation, oh no. Is it not Vickie; "Shut up." Y/N muttered under her breath.

"Y/N, you all good?" Adam had stepped out of the ring, exclaiming from the other side. "Yeah! It's all good!" Seemingly annoyed, she exited from ring side and went up to Adam. "Hey, I love you dork." She confessed, kissing her boyfriend. He kisses her back with an "I love you too".

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