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A pictures worth a thousand likes

Synopsis- you’re backstage watching your boyfriend Randy Orton at work. & you just kept help but take his picture.

Warnings- None, only fluff

Word count- 900

A/N- here’s a cute little one shot, hope you like!! <3333

You and your boyfriend stood backstage during a fast paced Monday night raw taping. Randy just had a match, and was sweaty, shirtless, and only craving only your company.

It was torture, as you watched from behind the curtains. Staring at his rapid, moving figure all over the ring. His tattoo covered arms flexing, every time he’d throw a punch. Or cut thighs defined even more after every kick.

It didn’t matter how long you’ve been with him. He still always got you hot and bothered. Especially tonight. You weren’t even sure who he was fighting, at least you couldn’t remember anymore.

Any and all thought consisted of him and only him.

He had met you in the back afterwards, where you waited, watching. Which you absolutely loved to do. You were instantly greeted with a huge smile. Then a confused “what?” As he looked down at you towering over, hand grazing over the small of your back.

You realized your mouth was agape, eyes dark with lust as you

looked up. Tonight he had a rather long, and extremely physical fight. At one point you weren’t sure if he was going to win or not. Eventually he came out on top, something you loved even more.

Albeit he was too caught up in his adrenaline to notice what your facial expression said.

“That was amazing” was all you could exhale, trying to cool yourself down.

Sure you’d seen him wrestle a million times before, and even watched him in person a ton too. But it had been a while, and even though you never miss a match, the tv just doesn’t do it justice. He chuckled at your awe, throwing his heavy arm over your shoulders.

You both started to stroll back to the locker room. Stopping every time he’d bump into someone that wanted to compliment his match, or just talk wrestling.

You'd stand next to him quietly, hanging off his arm. As you pretended like you were listening to what they were saying. But in actuality you only wanted him all to yourself. Biding your time until you could pull him away.

He would look down at you briefly, only barely cocking his eyebrow up, like he could sense your need for attention. To which he would try to cut the conversation short. Because he loved to give it.

Finally after that happened a few more times. You broke free and made it to an empty area. He pulled you to the side leaning against the wall as you just made small talk. Like you both were so good at.

But only with each other.

Still you couldn’t ignore how good he looked. His skin still glistened partly from the sweat. Mostly from the lingering baby oil. His cheeks were just barely pink from the physical exertion. You didn’t even know what he was saying at this point.

Something about how he messed up, a ddt or was it a suplex? Normally you would, but right now you didn’t really care. Selfishly relishing in his overwhelming attractiveness.

As he still spoke, you slowly pull out your phone snickering to yourself, as you open the camera. He rambled on, in his usual deep, husky voice. Until he noticed what you were doing. Your hands now outstretched in front of you, phone right in between the two of you.

You step back, and start snapping pics, to savor the moment. Clicking away as he modestly stood in front of you, arms crossing. A stark contrast from his usual arrogant persona.

You stop tapping, camera still raised in front of you, when you look around it. Giving him an annoyed stare that he wouldn’t cooperate as he stood there awkwardly. Even though you did just totally interrupt his talking.

He realized what you were doing, and scoffed, laughing at your boldness.

“You are somethin else you know that?” He said as he tried to grab at your hips from behind the camera. You eye him down knowingly.

“Babe cmonnn” you whined

“You just look so hot right let me take your picture.”

He scoffed again.

“I’m all gross and sweaty.” He said looking down at himself.

Now, like earlier you were the one cocking your eyebrow. He was anything, it was the opposite of gross.

Sweaty, maybe

“Just humor me.” You said smile creepy across your face.

He placed each hand on each of his hips now, staring at you with his normal attitude. That was more like him.

He stepped back and posed, you could tell he was definitely channeling his inner “viper”. Posing with that same attitude, just for you.

Your smile grew even bigger, your cheeks started to burn.

“Yesss! Much better!” you start gassing him up from behind the phone. The click sound, filling the empty walkway.

“I can’t believe I get to take you home.” You giggled.

You were no better than a man at this point. Ogling at your muscular boyfriend.

He smiled, quickly falling away from his mean exterior. You watched through the screen as he grabbed at your phone now. Pulling it down in your hand.

“Alright alright shows over.”

“Why don’t you take me home?” He joked, slinging his arm around your waist.

“Gladly.” You looked up, sweetly placing a quick peck to his lips.

You couldn’t wait to go home and post it, only to brag that he was yours.

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If shit's getting bad Seth's always gonna take it upon himself to make things 10 times worse.

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Jeff Hardy 💜

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priorities.

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Is it wrong if I say I wish I was Pat in this scenario ?

Streets thought shit was sweet on Saturday so let's see how sweet it really is.

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A Slight Change of Pace Ch. 4

Synopsis- After an electric match, things heat up between y/n and Jeff. But some outside inference, and boiling jealousy make things harder than they should be.

Warning- 18+ steamy steamy make out sesh 🔥👀, language, angst

Word count- 4.k

A/n- aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! This took me entirely too long to write. Hope y’all enjoy ch 5 coming sooooon ✨🫡

The Hardyz music continues to fill the stadium, as Jeff and I linger around the ring. We make our way around high-fiving everyone we can around the barricades. I was having the best time, going around seeing every fan feel the same excitement I feel inside.

After probably overstaying our welcome on the floor. We run full speed back into gorilla just like every other night.

Except this time it felt different. Both of our energies were palpable.

Excitement, adrenaline, tension.

So thick you could cut it with a knife. It exudes off my body like a white light. I look over. He seems like he has the same feeling over - rushed and buzzing.

So much so that I’m hardly able to respond to anyone backstage before his hand is on my shoulder guiding me elsewhere.

I scrunch my eyebrows at him curiously, his face giving me no hints at all.

He didn’t have a harsh grip, his touch was soft. It didn’t take him long to realize he didn’t have to force me to go with him anywhere.

No matter what, how mad I am, confused, whatever. I still seem to follow him wherever he demands.

For that I can’t explain.

Just like earlier this evening he led us further and further into the depths backstage. Since the show was nearing the end, people were running around left and right. Everyone, looking like chickens with their heads cut off. They were either gathering cords, or moving heavy equipment around.

Suddenly he grabbed my hand, yanking me into a short corridor that looked vacant for the time being.

What is with this guy and forcing me into the shadows?

Catching me completely off guard, which he seems to revel in. He abruptly pushes me against the wall, using the momentum of his pull. His lips instantly attaching to mine, basically giving me whiplash.

I’m taken a back at his advances, but without hesitation I kiss him back. Another thing I couldn’t explain.

All I know is I really enjoyed the last few “make outs” we’ve had.

One hand snaked to the back of my neck, tangling his fingertips into my hair. The other slowly moved from my waist, lower onto my hips. Then down my thigh, as I hooked it up onto the side of his leg.

Almost, subconsciously I wrapped my leg further around his. Causing his knee to bend forward.

I swallowed a gasp at the feeling, as he bit at the underside of my jaw. His movements fast, both of our breaths getting heavier and heavier, in the same rhythm as mine.

“This…” I breathily whisper

“Is not.. very professional.” I finished speaking just before his lips almost returned to mine.

He smirks, stopping himself before it went too far, dropping his forehead to mine, chest heaving. Both of us were sticky with a light coat of sweat from the match. “You’re right.” His nose grazed mine, lips almost falling right back to where it felt like they belonged. That overwhelming tension growing by the millisecond.

Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my hand once more, his urgency growing. He forced me to walk in front of him this time.

…. For obvious reasons.

His bulge pressed against my lower back with every step. Which he definitely seemed to be doing on purpose.

At the pace we were walking now. It was almost impossible to think about anything other than his close proximity. I had no time to contemplate that this could possibly be a bad idea.

Nor did I want to.

Nonetheless his hands found themselves glued to my hips once again. This time his grip was sure to leave marks behind.

We moved quickly, darting around random carts, and miscellaneous items that lingered around. Or the occasional backstage worker that luckily paid us no mind.

“Left here.” He spoke, deep, slowly into my ear from behind.

I turned the corner, wondering where everyone was. There were a few random people scattered, but no one I really recognized. After a second and the sudden sound of the crowd roaring I remembered.

Tonight, must be right about now, there’s a dark match between Kurt Angle, and Chris Jericho. It’s not televised, so who knows how long they’ll go on for. Guess that explains the almost ghost town.

“One more left.” He spoke again interrupting my thoughts. He gave me chills every time he spoke. My heart racing out of my chest.

All of the sudden we approach the vehicle bay where all of the trucks and suvs drive in. Everything was concrete slab and slate gray, completely industrial.

I notice a side door underneath the glowing red exit sign. It was next to the few huge garage sliding doors in the middle of the wall.

Where in the world is he taking me?

“Let’s go this way.” He gestures towards it. Pushing the door open just in time to escape any sight.

There’s rows and rows of huge, semi trucks in front of us. The company’s logos plastered all across each one.

Suddenly I’m startled by the scuff of footsteps stopping us dead in our tracks. A hushed “Shh” coming from Jeff sending a shiver down my spine.

We wait for a minute, now crouched down a bit to disguise ourselves with the shadows. There were muffled voices, through layers and layers of the massive vehicles. But for some reason they turned back around just before they got any closer. Lucky enough for us.

My heart had jolted for a moment, adrenaline coursing through my veins, like an electrical current.

Already he’s back to pushing me forward. “Wait where are we going?” I giggle snapping back into the situation at hand. I try to look back at him as we continue to stumble through the barely lit darkness.

He doesn’t say anything, when he sneaks back in front of me now walking backwards.

He grabs both my hands, slowing down his pace. He jerks his head to the side, as we slip in between two of the huge trucks. Shielding us from anything or anyone.

His eyes were dark, mine were probably wider than these 18 wheelers headlights.

I tried not to feel bashful at his intense,

unwavering stare, but it was difficult.

His eyebrows rose slightly, like he was just trying to gauge my expression.

I try to act more chilled out than I felt, leaning back against the cold metal of the truck. I wince barely as it touches my skin. It’s the only thing reminding me it’s almost below freezing out here.

He slowly walked closer, hovering over me at an extremely close proximity. While I let my head softly drop back against the steel.

His hand landed to the side of my neck again, softly forcing my head to the side, while his thumb ran over my jaw.

The pad of it slowly moving, landing on my bottom lip. He pulled it down, letting it go quickly, with a quiet “pop”. His other arm stretched above me, pressing his hand against the truck for support.

Just moments ago he was moving in fast forward, now it’s all slowmo.

Whether it was the background noises of distant workers. Or the quiet heav of our breathing. Neither could distract from the unspoken words between us.

It’s driving me insane.

Looking up at him I can’t help but laugh involuntarily. Simultaneously remembering I needed to stay quiet, I cover my mouth, to block any noise coming out.

“What?” He smiled down at me.

“Well… what makes this any less unprofessional?” I tease, wondering what the difference in scenery made.

A chuckle escaped his mouth. He dipped down now, placing a sweet peck to my lips.

“I just wanted to practice, s’more” he almost whined, deepening the next kiss, tongue swiping my bottom lip. “You didn’t take me up on my offer before.” He continued, really giving no reason at all. But it was enough for me at this moment, in my unclear, head rushed state.

Without any hesitation, he hoists me up, pinning me against the freezing metal. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“I guess that makes sense.” I whisper while playing along with his nonsense.

“Our characters should be at least a little convincing.” I smile sarcastically justifying our behavior. His tongue, now commanding my mouth with each kiss in between words.

He then moved, burying his head back in the crook of my neck. I can feel the rumble of his slight laughter against my chest.

I let out another breathy laugh while peering up. I was greeted with the dark blue, starry sky above, reminding me where I was. Almost snapping me back into reality.

Almost.

Then my thoughts are immediately cut off by the pressure of his hips. His lips on my neck, at the same time, leaving the slowest, most methodical kisses in their wake.

My hands slid up underneath his shirt, harshly raking my fingernails down his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, as our hips started to subconsciously rock against each other, slowly.

A moan slipped out of my mouth louder than I intended. I almost jumped, startling myself at how lost I was in the moment.

He peppers his kisses up my neck again, over my chin speaking through each peck.

“gotta be quiet babydoll.” He smiled through his mumbles.

This time, leaving another kiss to my bottom lip. The nickname sending shocks through my system.

One hand stayed splayed across my ass, holding me up. While the other made its way in between the both of us. He reached for the top of my shorts, only needing his thumb and forefinger to undo the button. Never letting our lips break contact he starts to slide his hand inside my undone ring gear.

I moan again, into his mouth this time. Anticipation hitting me like a ton of bricks. When his fingers just barely ghost over my underwear. His forehead landed back to mine again, leaning against me like some sort of anchor.. “I know it’s difficult, sweetheart, you’re doing so good. hardly making a noise...” He whispers through his thick accent

He starts to shift the fabric to the side. Just when his first and middle finger start to move in closer.

Without warning I feel a harsh buzzing beneath me.

Followed by, an even louder engine roar. Halting all action, I jump instantly realizing.

Oh shit

“Shit we gotta go.” It’s almost like he can hear me think. He immediately lets me down slowly. His hand landing back in mine once more. I look back, assuming there’s no way we escaped sight this time.

But I turned back quickly, to catch a glimpse, and somehow, some way the guy didn’t spot us. He seemed to be minding his business, just getting ready to start his long haul. He was already walking back in the opposite direction we were heading. Thank god.

We scurry to the back of the truck. Jeff’s looking around almost in a calm frantic if that’s even possible. His head flinging left, right, left, right. I guess he didn't see the guy behind us, so I took the opportunity to dart my head back. He wasn't there anymore, hopefully he isn’t coming around the front.

I contemplate for a second if it’s really that big of a deal if someone sees us. But then I remembered yes. Kissing in secret places off screen has definitely got to be frowned upon.

I know neither of us would want something like that to get back to the big bosses.

It’s dead silent now so I assume now is the opportunity to make our move.

“What if you walk in… I’ll wait a minute or so, then… I’ll just walk in?” I ask matter of factly. It’s cliche, it’s not sly, or very smart at all.

But that's all I got.

I shrug at his look. It’s a mix between humor and wonder, that I really thought It’d work. He chucked, shaking his head, shrugging back at me.

He let go of my hand. “Guess it’ll have to do.” He said rolling his shoulders back, and holding his head up high. He walked in with so much confidence no one would ever question what he was doing. Maybe if I do the same it’ll be so obvious no one even notices.

One can hope.

I watch him from afar, I see him walk up to the door, there’s another guy right next to it that looks to be taking a smoke break. He nodded to him like they knew either other. Which didn’t shock me. Then the man actually swung the door open for him. He vanished through the walkway.

Simple as that.

I waited a minute, maybe two and a half, I was anxious and it felt like an eternity. But without fail, I roll my shoulders back, head held high, and try to bounce with confidence.

Boisterously, I strut over, channeling the part of me that’s not over taken with thoughts of kissing Jeff Hardy again.

Ugh.

I make it to the door, the same guy still standing there. A haze of smoke clouding the air. He blew out another puff as I approached. “You with him?” He said, gesturing his thumb towards the inside.

I pressed my lips together in a harsh line, clasping my hands together in front of me. I shook my head no, in probably the least convincing way I could.

He leaned back in his fold out steel chair, squinting his eyes at me. I didn’t speak hoping he’d just ignore that I was ever here.

We look at each other for a minute, and finally he forces himself up. Groaning, and grunting as he pulls the door open for me.

“Thank you.”

I slid through the door and found myself back inside, pace quickening with each step.

“Ooof” I let out a quick exhale. Looking around to see if anyone was around.

Also wondering if I would see Jeff again tonight. Or if he’d be waiting for me.

I hate that I just want more of whatever that was.

I wander around, really just hoping to find myself back in the vicinity of the women’s locker room. All that running around, and I didn’t even retain where anything is back here.

Not being able to help myself, while I searched for the room. I caught myself looking back at any passing body, or any movement I saw. Wondering if that was him.

It wasn’t. It was like he truly disappeared.

Finally I end up in the deserted locker room. Which is good enough for me, I’d rather not answer any questions about where I was.

I don’t even think I know where I was.

Seriously I mean where did all that come from? He was like a completely different person.

Working as fast as I could, so I can hightail it out of here. I hurry to shower, put my clothes on, and get the rest of my things together.

Just when I start walking out I hear my phone beep. Sliding it out of my pocket, I flip it open.

“Me and the guys are riding together to the hotel, wanna come with?” - Lita

I read the tiny letters on the screen, instantly scrunching my face. Oh this’ll be fun, not even a little awkward at all.

Even so, I have to try to act normal. Right?

“Count me in! I’ll meet you.”

“Cool, we’re by the vehicle bay.”

I roll my eyes at the coincidence. At least I know where that is.

While I’m making my way, up walks Edge, now dressed in jeans in a tshirt. I didn't realize, I’d never seen him in normal clothes until now.

“Hey hot stuff you were on fire out there! I haven’t heard screams like that in a while.” He said as he approached.

“Can I carry that for you?” He interjects not even letting me respond, as he’s already taking it off my shoulder. Now walking with me.

“Thanks, I mean you were awesome too, you two really did the heavy lifting.” I say almost feeling coy at his compliments.

“I’m the accessory.” I add on smiling, giving a little jazz hands. I didn’t mean it in a self depreciating way, it just is the way of the business a lot of the time. Most of us divas have to figure that out at some time or another.

He looked, almost disappointed at my words.

“Well I had a blast, that was a really great match.” He added. While we walk for a minute or two in a semi comfortable silence. But I keep seeing him look over me, and then back in front of him. I don’t know if he had something he wanted to say, and didn’t know how. Or if he just didn’t have any clue what to say at all.

I notice the directions on the walls informing me we’re finally nearing the garage area. When we get closer, I see my three partners waiting for me. Right by the small side door, I had earlier become familiar with.

Before I get any closer Edge stops me, placing a hand tightly on my shoulder. Still holding my duffel bag in his other.

He towers over me, looking deep into my eyes, with his large ones.

“You aren’t an accessory y/n, you’re a damn champion.” His hand then went to the top of my head. Fluffing my hair, under his palm. It was as cheesy as cheesy could be. But for some reason he’s just so charming, it didn’t even come across corny.

“You’ll see.” His encouragement was beyond sweet and much appreciated. But when he leaned in leaving a quick kiss on top of my head. I could feel those eyes, burning right through me, from across the room.

He dropped the bag into my hand with a smile. “See ya around.” He whispered

“Bye.” I felt like I fell under a spell for a quick second. His gaze enchanting me into gawking like an idiot. When I knew my friends were waiting for me right there.

When’s he’s waiting right there.

“Hey! I’m not standing here all night.” I hear from across the way and of course I see an annoyed Jeff throwing his hands in the air.

“Dammit gotta go! I’ll see you ok?” I start running towards the group, giving him another wave.

His movie star smile, stuck to his face as he waved back.

“Ooooooo y/n and Edge, has a good ring to it.” Lita jokes as I approach.

“Sorry! Sorry- what? no- shut up!” I nervously laugh, catching Jeff’s glare in passing.

“He was just being nice.” I brush off her comment and bouncing eyebrows.

“Let’s go!” I huff, changing the topic, as I direct us out.

I walk fast trying to stay away from Jeff for the time being. Nothing good comes from those looks.

Hopefully he’ll sit shotgun….

And of course he doesn’t, we reach the black Escalade, all sliding in. I find out Matt’s driving so naturally Lita gets comfortable in the passenger seat.

I plop in after we all toss our bags in the back. He follows suit right after, brows furrowed tightly. His snot annoyance, or irritation or whatever is beyond obvious. If he kept that expression on his face it might just get stuck that way.

He looked over at me as he got situated. It seemed like he was trying to decide if he wanted to chew me out or not. Before he got the chance, and before we even drove off. Lita from the seat in front of me, flips around, turning to now directly face me.

“So what did you two talk about?” She asks, with a giddy smile.

“Uhh” I’m unsure how to respond, I look over darting my eyes from his gaze right after. He seemed like he trying to listen intently to what I was gonna say.

“Nothing much. Just about the match, told him how great you both did.” I gesture to him on my left. My unease probably more apparent than I meant.

He rolled his eyes after his scoff under his breath. Giving me a taste of my own medicine.

The sudden change in mood takes up every corner of the car. Of course Lita and Matt don’t know any difference. This is his usual assholery. But going from who he was just a little while ago, to now. It’s night and day.

The rest of the drive was filled with me and Lita joking around. We had moments of blaring music and then interrupting it to continue talking about how we want future matches to go. Or just random things that the guys really didn’t care about. Matt piped in occasionally, he and Lita had plenty of side conversations to themselves too.

To which would lead to me longingly looking at Jeff who mostly kept to him self the whole time. Every few minutes I’d look over as fast as I could , hoping he wouldn’t notice. Just to see if he was still being weird. Not to my surprise he was.

Unfortunately we have a long drive tonight, about 2 and half hours. Traffic was horrible and moving painstakingly slow. The red brake lights glowing off of his skin. It matched his aura perfectly right now. It made it even worse.

“Damnn we need gas.” Matt grumbled, hand slung over the steering wheel. We all groaned. The night was turning to morning and we had just now finally picked up speed. We all just wanted to get to the hotel and pass out for the night.

“Oh turn here!!” Lita screeched, being the only one with any energy left. She pointed toward the huge exit sign that read the station was only .05 miles away.

“Jesus woman!” He yelled back. “…. Good idea but say it calmer next time!” He placed a hand to his chest feigning a heart attack.

She busted out laughing, leaning over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. Caressing his arm over the center console.

I chuckle at their banter. And for a split second I wonder if Jeff and I would ever be like that. Immediately I yank myself out of that fantasy, when I see the grimace still very present on his face.

Finally after a moment, we fly up under the bright fluorescent lights of the gas station awning. Matt and Lita both jump out just as we park. Matt goes to start the gas pump, while Lita leans into my now rolled down window.

“Need anything?” She questions poking her head in the window.

“Nope! I’m good” I respond quickly.

“Nah.” Was all he said. She nodded her head, and then took off inside with Matt.

Surprisingly, Jeff didn’t leap out of the car like I assumed he would’ve. But he did stay silent, clicking the tiny buttons on his cellphone in front of him.

I cleared my throat, not loud enough for him to know It was to get his attention. But I hoped it would’ve.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat to face him. My mind is running with thoughts, confusion, and genuine curiosity. Why is he so mad? Is this him trying to tell me he’s jealous. If it was, why is he right back to normal now? Normal as in a dick. The questions weighing on my mind get heavier and heavier.

“Listen” I start.

He barely looks at me, just moving his eyes to his peripheral.

“I wasn’t like…” I start again trying to figure out what to even say.

“I wasn’t flirting with him. He just came up to me and took my bag, and I don’t even know where that kiss came from-“

“No worries.” He cuts off my rambling, now actually giving me the decency of acting like he’s listening.

“Huh?” I questioned

“I mean it’s all good.” He smugly half chuckled, acting completely unfazed.

“We were just having fun anyways.” He says, reaching down to throw a piece of gum in his mouth. Which he was now chewing obnoxiously loud. “Right?” He smirked

Instantly I felt like I heard a glass shatter, or maybe it was my heart. He really played me for a fool, didn’t he? I know who he is so I can’t be surprised. But damn.

That hurt.

“Right.”

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NAOMI WWE SmackDown, April 4th, 2025

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A Slight Change of Pace Ch 3.

Synopsis- Jeff’s still sending mixed signals like crazy, one minute he’s a smug idiot. The next he’s, something completely different. Will y/n be able to keep composure and professionalism when it comes to him?

Warnings- just language, a confusing Jeff Hardy

Word count- 3.2k

What the hell just happened???? We’re still making our way back from the ring, so I try to keep cool, calm and collected.

Why did he just do that?

One minute, he’s got me thinking I have the fate of the team solely in my hands. The next we’re basically making out?? In the middle of the ring?

We make it back behind the drapes, and we’re all instantly berated with compliments. Congratulations, thrown every which way.

Vince came up, quickly, headset strapped on. “Great job out there.” He said, directly to Jeff, patting him on the back, he looked at all of us, and then walked back to whatever he was doing.

In Vince terms that meant we really really killed it, even if he didn’t direct it towards me and Lita.

We’re making our way through gorilla, Matt and Lita glued to each other's sides as usual. So I take the opportunity to grab Jeff by the forearm, dragging him away.

“Can I talk to you?” I ask

“Sure.” He chuckled, acting clueless.

We step over into a less populated area in the back. “What was that?!”

“What’re you talkin about?” He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms.

“What am I talking about? That kiss, why did you do that?”

“Why, you didn’t like it? It sure seemed like you liked it.” He was smug beyond belief, stepping a little closer.

“I- I just wasn’t expecting that!” I really hope the blush I already had on, was covering the blood rushing to my cheeks.

“Oh, well Vince called me into his office earlier and said he wanted us- our “characters” to get together.” He spoke using air quotes, his hands now landing on his hips. He said it so nonchalant like it was no big deal.

“Figured it’d be more believable if the crowd and you didn’t know it was coming.” He then took a second to look me up and down quickly. God this guy has some guts.

And fuckin really? I have to act like I’m dating him now too?

“Ugh you’re pissing me off!” I stormed off, walking further backstage to gather my thoughts. Not without, swaying my hips a little more than necessary. If he’s gonna toy with me… well two can play at that game.

“Hey sweetheart, say the word and we can practice some more!” He yelled, while I walked away, refusing to look back.

I was pacing for who knows how long,realizing I was completely lost in the back of this never ending stadium. I finally found the women’s locker room, storming inside. There were a couple of girls in there, Lita, Jacqueline, Trish, they were all just chit chatting as soon I burst in, they all stopped and stared at me.

“What?” I ask, knowing damn well why they were looking at me. There was brief silence before anyone spoke.

“That kiss was intense.” Trish said, a smile plastered across her face. Giggling a little.

“Yeah”

“Yeaaah” the others both agreed in unison.

I shake my head, not really knowing what to say, all I know is I’m craving a shower and a good night's sleep. I grab clothes and head into the bathroom area, hoping to wash away the confusion.

I’m not even mad about the kiss really I mean it was really fucking good. Even though he was sweaty, he smelled intoxicating, cologne still stuck to him. His tank top cut low on each side showing his slim muscles. The way he grabbed me was so… shit y/n stop it!! My mind keeps drifting, but he’s a dick I have to stop, thinking about him like that he’ll only hurt me.

We’re just coworkers.

I walked out of the steam filled room, I guess they took the hint that I didn’t want to talk about it. Because a few minutes later when I returned Trish and Jacqueline were gone.

Except for Lita.

I walked over starting to gather my stuff, just like every night after a show. She came up to me, leaning against the lockers.

“You good?” She asked, and she genuinely seemed to wonder.

“Yeah, I was just kind of caught off guard.” I mumbled, I rubbed my eyes, lingering makeup smearing across my cheeks.

“Wait, hold on.” She got closer, running her thumb across my cheek wiping away the eyeliner residue. “You really didn’t expect to be roped into an on screen relationship. Have you met Vince?” She asked brash but she was completely right.

I looked over at her, giving her an sarcastically annoyed look, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“But am I wrong?” She laughed along with me

“That’s how me and Matt got together.”

“I didn’t know that!” I say slinging my bag onto my shoulder, now following her out of the room.

“Mmhm, we had to fake kiss so much we didn’t want to stop in our free time. She laughed

“So who knows maybe you’ll end happily ever after. Plus it would make for killer double dates.”

I roll my eyes, laughing even harder now too. “Yeah right Jeff already hates my guts.”

“What! No he doesn’t, he just…takes a while to warm up.” She sounded shocked, but I don’t know why he’s seemed less than happy every time we’ve interacted.

“Why don’t we ditch the boys and carpool on our own to the hotel?” She asked, slinging her arm around my shoulders.

I just smile nodding my head. After the long, long, journey to the parking garage. She pulls out her flip phone texting Matt telling him that we were taking a car ourselves.

Luckily the next show was only two hours away, so the drive wasn’t too long.

She drove, which I was more than happy with. We shared more music with each other, random stories, and actually had a really fun time. Considering we were so exhausted from traveling.

Finally, we made it to the hotel, it was really nice too. Marble floors, chestnut front desk, or was it mahogany? I don’t know, the guy behind it had a suit on, so it was pretty swanky to me. We check in and then part ways, luckily only a few doors down from each other.

I immediately fall on the bed, sinking into the squishy mattress. It was about 12:45am when we arrived and I expected to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

But instead, my mind wouldn’t stop racing, it felt like it was betraying my body that only wanted rest. The time passed by like molasses and every thirty minutes I thought for sure I was about to pass out.

That went on until 2:30 am when I heard a soft knock at the door. I jumped startled by the sound, obviously not expecting anything. I roll out of the bed slowly, tiptoeing to the peep hole, to look out of it

It was Jeff.

He was slung against the door, and I could barely see him at this angle. But I knew it was him.

Unhooking the dead bolt, and then unlocking the door, I open it quietly.

“Um what’s up?” I asked confused.

He seemed different already, he didn’t have any hostility visibly radiating off of him. He just looked tired.

“Can I come in?” His accent coated his tongue even more than usual.

I stare at him, groggy and tired myself, trying to contemplate if it was a good idea. Though I couldn’t get up the courage to tell him no either.

I opened the door wider, gesturing for him to walk in. After shutting it, I see him walk to the other side of the bed in the middle of the room.

He just paced around in tiny circles slowly, he had one arm folded against himself. The other fidgeted with his bottom lip.

I plop on the end of the bed, sitting cross crossed. “What’s going on? It’s really late.”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, couldn’t sleep.” I say only moments before a huge yawn escaped.

“Me either.” He responded, now standing still, facing me directly.

“Jeff, is everything ok? What are you doing here?” I ask with a slight annoyance growing in my voice.

“I’ve been a jackass to you.” He blurted out.

I furrow my brows trying to figure what he actually wants to say. The room was still dark, I had a tiny bed light on. The only other illumination came in from the window, the full moon reflecting a deep blue off of his face. I could see the gears literally turning in his head.

He huffed, sitting down next to me, the side of his leg just barely touching mine.

“If that’s all you wanted to tell me. I know.” I half laugh, speaking barely above a whisper.

His hands were clasped together, he wasn’t looking at me at first. It was a long, drawn out silence, I swear I could hear a pin drop all the way down the hall. He sat up straight, turning to face me fully once again, mattress dipping beside me.

He leaned a little closer, his shoulder now touching mine too. His face was so close to mine, our breaths mixing, reminiscent of earlier this evening. I couldn’t decide if I should just close the gap and be the one to get rid of this heavy weighing tension.

He took in a sharp breath and suddenly jumped up. “I’m gonna go.” He mumbled

Just like that he was gone, with the heavy door shutting harshly behind him.

I have felt weird the last few days. We had some house shows. I had another tag team match with Lita. One singles match the next night, in the next city.

We were headed for New York City this Monday, so we stopped at all the neighboring small towns upstate. The live events were always more fun, they weren’t taken as seriously as the televised nights. Like tonight.

But even so I had hardly interacted with Jeff, I don’t know if he was avoiding me or if it was just coincidental. I really wanted to talk with about the other night, but I have a feeling he wants me to forget about it.

Tonight’s Friday night smackdown, and we’re in Albany. It’s insanely freezing as I make my way into the arena, from the large black suv. Towing in my overfilled duffel, like clockwork.

I bump into Lillian Garcia, and we start talking for a minute while walking in together. Mostly we complained about the weather, and how ecstatic we were. Arizona was our next stop after the following week.

Eventually I tell her I’ll see her later, and head to find Lita and get ready for the night. I got stopped by a producer, giving me a complete lowdown of my match tonight.

I then get informed, mine and Jeff’s “relationship” is continuing to grow even stronger tonight. He's going to have a singles match against Edge, and I’m going to the ring with him. The rest is up to us, so we better make it count.

I don’t really think much about it. I hope things are just normal until then. Jeff’s an ass and I ignore it. That's my ideal situation at this point.

I got my makeup done, hair pin straight tonight. My gear consists of short leather shorts, and a hardy boyz shirt, per Vince’s request. I cut it up to fit a little better than just a baggy ol tshirt. Of course, Lita and I made a b line for catering after getting all cute for the evening.

I hadn’t seen Jeff at all tonight so far, which I thought was kind of weird. But I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually. Matt of course had a magnet to Lita so he showed up at our table not long after we got food and sat down. Tonight Jeff and Edge were the main event so I had a lot of time to kill.

A little tv played the ongoing match as I sat, hand holding up my head. I was trying with all my strength to fight off my heavy eyelids. “You sure look like you could use some company.”

I looked up, seeing Edge staring down at me. I hadn’t even realized, or maybe I had already forgotten, Lita and Matt had ditched me, leaving me with an empty table. He and I hadn’t really ever spoken much before, it was always just polite hellos and goodbyes.

“The more the merrier.” I gesture to the chairs next to me.

He went to take a bite of the green apple in his hand, leaving it in his mouth as he pulled the chair out to sit. Water bottle occupying his other hand.

We talked for a long time, he had turned his seat to face me directly, scooting a tiny bit closer. We ended up laughing a lot, and joking about how insane we must be, voluntarily being in this line of work. But how much joy it brought us at the same time. A million other things came up, movies, some of our favorite classic wrestling matches from the past.

My eyes hadn’t left him for a while. The conversation flowed so well I got completely lost in it. For whatever reason something caused me to look over, that’s when I see an angry Jeff, standing against the wall just boring his gaze into me.

Shit, that’s unsettling. Why's he looking at me like that? I unconsciously flip my hair over my shoulder, ignoring him, going back to the rambling Edge.

Damn it what’s he saying, I can’t even remember what we were talking about.

I take a second to glance over again quickly, and now he’s stomping over. Great.

“Cmon.” He says as he jerks his head over his shoulder. Grabbing the back of my chair, almost pulling me out of it.

“What’s up Jeff! I’m pumped about the match tonight man.” Edge said, looking up at him, completely oblivious.

“Yeah.” He responds shortly, pressing his lips together tightly. Turning attention back to me.

I look up at him too, not oblivious, just confused. He jerked his head once more, now really pulling my chair more forcefully. I roll my eyes and stand up.

“See ya in a little bit Edge!” I say tapping him on the shoulder. Jeff stared me down, until I started following behind him.

We keep walking, and walking, passing plenty of people. He wasn’t speaking a word to me or anyone else. Some try to talk to us but he just waves them off.

“Am I just supposed to keep following you around like a lost puppy or?”

He ignores me, eventually finding an empty spot, now backing me into a corner. Literally.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked getting too close, like he has a habit of doing.

I press my hand to his chest, not pushing back, but not letting him get any closer.

“What am I doing? What are you doing pulling me into a dark corner like this?” I ask actually confused.

“I mean.. you flirting … with him like that. So obviously too.” Disgust almost seemed to come out on his tongue.

I just chuckle.

I think, is he jealous?

“Flirting?”

I was just talking to him! I thought to myself.

“He’s a jerk.” He cuts me off

“Oh and what are you?” I ask now, getting in his face, feeling the annoyance in me grow.

He swallows hard, looking at my lips, then back in my eyes, darting his gaze all of my face.

He doesn’t say anything, the silence getting louder and louder. I scoff and start to walk away, when he grabs me by the arm. Hand wrapping all the way around my forearm.

“Just stay focused tonight, yeah?” He sounded a little more calm now.

I rolled my eyes at him again, which seemed to be my new usual response. I storm off, giving him no more chances to speak.

The match is in full force. This is the first time I have ever seen Jeff wrestle, so up close. Damn it’s stressful.

He’s already jumped off the top ropes, two times, and now he and Edge were exchanging brutal blows to each others heads.

Ending the headshots, Jeff gives Edge a touch kick to the ribs. Causing him to fall down, rolling out of the ring onto the ground.

I stand at the opposite side, near the announce table, both hands resting on the apron.

Jeff sets up for a swanton bomb in the corner buckle. Edge runs out of harm's way, making his way over, wait is he coming towards me?!

Oh my god he is. He walks up, almost like he snaps out of his pain, and leans against the apron very close to me.

He had a smolder pasted on his face as he started to fawn all over me. I looked at Jeff where he was still in a crouched position on the ropes.

He looks pissed like genuinely pissed,not like he's just acting. He jumps down, back into the ring, bouncing off the ropes landing a huge drop kick to Edges head. Causing him to fall, splayed out on the floor.

Going along with our storyline, I jump up and down in the air. “Good job, Good job babe!”

Oops, that kind of just slipped out.

Jeff slides out of the ring, running up to me. He placed both hands on the side of my head, running one over my hair.

“You ok? You’re good?” At this point I know he’s playing up his concern, but I think he really was mad about that before. I nod emphatically going along with it.

He hooks his arm around my neck pulling me to his chest for a quick hug. His breath was heaving, I slid my hand up his side, for comfort.

He redirected his attention back to Edge, slamming him onto the commentators desk. I dodge out of the way when Edge returns the favor. I wince, at that one it looked like I really hurt.

They realize the ref was counting down. Barely before 10 they both somehow make it back in the ring.

More and more hits, kicks, elbows, everything you can imagine.

Finally Edge layed, sprawled out in the middle of the ring. Jeff takes his opportunity, jumping to the top ropes again. He crouched holding onto each side just as he always does. When he pauses he looks over at me, almost like he was looking for reassurance.

I give him a quick nod, and with that he leaps off flipping mid air landing right on Edges midsection. Pinning him for a 3 count.

I scream in excitement, throwing my hands up in the air. Edge rolls out, making a quick exit backstage, and I copy him rolling into the ring though.

I ran up to congratulate him, launching into Jeff’s arms. “That was fucking incredible” I say into his ear for no one else to hear. Not that a word could be heard over the thousands of fans chanting his name.

Without thinking, I crashed my lips to his, it felt electrically charged so much more than last time.

That’s starting to be fun.

He pulled back, smiling slightly as he let me go. He jumped back up to one corner of the ring, then the next boasting, throwing up his hand guns.

He went all around the ring, when he got to the last corner, he now had the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen on his face.

I stood in the middle of the ring still just clapping, in complete awe of how he had the crowd in the palm of his hand. Before he got down, he looked back down at me, with a smile still on his face. I couldn’t help but swoon, maybe just a little bit.

He just might be the death of me.

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Me everyday since Friday: Roman Romaaaan Reeeeeighhnnnss Roman, Romannn Reeeeighnsssss

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missing The Shield like a mf right about now. 🥹🥹