Until Death Do Us Part (Undertaker x reader)

1

"So, there's got to be someone" Shawn flashes you his signature smile causing you to roll your eyes.

"Get lost Michaels" you growl. Shawn gets up and leaves without a sound. "Finally" you sigh, resting your head in your hands.
Twenty minutes he'd been bothering you, asking who you liked.

Despite all your effort, even straight up saying it wasn't him, Shawn would not leave you alone, he wanted to know the answer, and so did the rest of the roster.

Three days ago you'd been in the middle of a phone call with your cousin, and you had been catching up having not spoken in quite some time, and naturally she had asked, knowing you were surrounded by good looking guys.

"There is one guy I like actually, and when I say like you know what I mean" you had told her, and at that moment half a dozen people must have walked in.

You had told her you needed to go straight after, and you did, to run out of the room, everybody's eyes following you.

From that point onwards you have been the talk of the company,  everybody has been trying to figure out who it is.
Most people speculate it's Shawn, and those people are simply wrong.

The man you've been keeping your eye on is quiet, tall and mysterious.

You will admit you've only spoken to him all of about three times, but that doesn't matter, he's just.. interesting to you.
The way he moves and speaks captivates you and you can't stop thinking about the man.

The doors to catering open and close, and you look up to see who it is. Sure enough it is the man you like himself, dressed all in black with a purple and black striped tie, long dark brown locks framing his face.

You sigh and smile to yourself as he glances around the room, looking for someone.
You push yourself up and out of your chair, quickly making your way over to him.

"You look lost" you say, a small smile resting on your features, "Who are you looking for?"
"Vince" you nod, taking in a deep breath at the sound of his voice.

You love the way he speaks, the deepness of his voice, the way he uses it to induct fear into the hearts of his enemies and the WWE universe.

"Come with me" you say, and he gives a curt nod, following you out of catering and towards Vince's office.

The walk is short and silent, but you enjoy the company while you have it. You knock on the door to the office, opening it upon hearing Vince shout for you to enter.

You look at Taker who signals for you to go in first, so you do.
"What is it you want Y/n?" Vince sighs. He was never very fond of your attitude towards him, and so he throws you in at the deep end at every given opportunity.

"It's not me that was looking for you" You state, crossing your arms.
Vince looks up again, seeing the tall dark figure standing beside you.

"Oh, Undertaker!" Vince exclaims, "I wasn't expecting you yet, I thought you wouldn't get the message until the show is over" you roll your eyes, typical Vince. "I suppose you want to talk about what you're supposed to be doing"

"Vince, I'm not doing it" he says. Vince's eyes widen.
"What?"

"I am not doing it" Undertakers voice is low and seems to penetrate right through Vince, causing the older man to nod his head.

"Fine, we'll continue with what is currently going on" Undertaker raises his head so he's looking straight on, turning towards the door.

"Get out of my office." Vince scowls at you.
"Gladly." you give Vince a twisted smile, leaving the room after Undertaker.

You slam the door behind you, taunting your boss is something you do simply because he can't fire you, he'd have half the company on his back for it.

"Thanks" Undertaker mutters, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Anytime. You need anything, anything at all, come find me" you say, walking back towards catering.

You don't look back at him, you don't need to.
You can feel his slightly confused stare on the back of your head as you walk away.
You discreetly shake your head, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

"Look at that" Randy exclaims.

"Shut it Savage, I'm trying to watch the match" you growl and he holds up his hands in surrender.
You stare intently at the screen, watching Undertaker majorly kick ass in the ring.

He pins his opponent and reaches the three count.
As he stands up he stares right into the camera and you feel your cheeks heat up.
It feels as if he is staring straight at you, and that feeling makes you look down at your lap.

You try not to let anyone see your face, instead opting to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

You wait till you think your cheeks are no longer red before you look up.
Standing before you is none other than Undertaker, and you have to blink a couple times to check he is really there.

"Y/n" he says, but you don't hear him. You're too deep in your thoughts, imagining the type of house décor he would have.

"Y/n" you snap back into reality, grinning up at him.

"Yes?" you ask, batting your eyelashes. He furrows his eyebrows for a second but the confused look quickly disappears from his face.

"Paul would like to speak to you." Internally you scowl, Paul wants to speak to you. Paul Bearer. You can't stand the man.

Still you stand, looking up at Taker. You make a mental note to wear heels as much as possible, the man before you being quite a bit taller than yourself.

He gestures for you to follow him and you nod once. He turns and walks out of the room and you walk alongside him.

"What's this about then?" You ask, desperately trying to make conversation with the mysterious man beside you.

He doesn't answer, why? Well you're not sure.
Maybe that's just his demeanour, maybe it's because he's under Paul's watch?
Where was Paul when Taker needed Vince?

You shake your head trying to remove the multitude of questions stuck in your head as you come to a white door, the same as every other but this one has a plaque reading 'Undertaker' on it.

"He's waiting" You look up at Undertaker.
"Are you not coming in?" he shakes his head, "Wait here, perhaps after we can go and do something?" He doesn't answer so you open the door.

Undertaker hums quietly to himself, but you don't hear him the door already closed behind you.

"Good evening Y/n" Paul sits at the other side of the room on a black couch, eyes seemingly piercing through you into your soul.

"Paul" you say, bowing your head slightly.
The last thing you want to do is wind the man up.

"Do you know, Y/n, why you are here?" Paul asks, you shake your head. "It's a wonder how you don't, I can see, no one else can" you raise an eyebrow.

"See what?"
"What no one else can figure out, that is why you're here. I know your secret" You cross your arms.

"So what?" you ask with a shrug, and Paul chuckles.
"So, you're going to help me." You scowl at the fat man before you.

"I don't have to help you" you state. Paul chuckles again.
"Oh yes you do. It works both ways, you help me, you work under me, and I don't tell anyone the person you like is the man I'm managing."